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Catalogued System Name: UHB-04-8277-02
Moniker: “Grace”
Discovered: GSY 3280
Location: “Scarred Eye” Nebula
Star Type: F III
Stellar Mass: 2.6 (1 = Sol Standard)
Orbits: 10
Number of Planets: 4
Number of Gas Giants: 4
Asteroid Belts: 2
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Originally a G III Yellow star, the addition of several gigatons of radioactive and particulate mater from the “Scarred Eye” Nebula transformed UHB-04-8277-02 (named “Grace” after the initial surveyor in GSY 3280) into a class F III Yellow-White star. Fortunately, all data suggests that all planets, belts, and gas giants were far enough away to not be consumed by the expansion.
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Name: Grace V
Diameter: 12,687 Miles
Density: 6.9 (1 = Water)
Gravity: Approx 2 Gs.
Axis Tilt: 22º
Day Length: 408 Standard Hours (Approx. 17 Standard Days)
Year Length: 3.55 Standard Years
Local Year: Approx. 76.27 Local Days
Moons: One Large Moon (Approx. 2741 Miles in diameter)
Atmospheric Pressure: Dense
Atmospheric Composition: Earth-like with minor pollutant (radioactive particles).
Surface Water: 22% (Frozen and Shallow Subterranean Included)
Humidity: 18.2%
Primary Terrain: Barren Deserts, Mountainous, and Rocky/Hilly Outcroppings
First Survey: GSY 4251, Captain Earl T. Griffin of the Blade Dancer
Subsequent Surveys: NONE
World Classification: HOSTILE CLASS I, APPROACH WITH CAUTION

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“Keyo sha’naguei! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai! Keyo ksckck vya’kai! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai!”

An pale aura filled the crowded halls of the N’taikai, blossoming into ten-thousand colors as the light penetrated the numerous crystalline structures tightly wrapped around the granite walls. Massive statues of carved rock loomed over the masses; pale, soulless eyes always studying each spirit to enter. Sculpted bodies always in motion, their brightly-colored frames the antithesis of the grey and blue which draped the walls. The effect was magnificent: it was as though the room billowed like water, the totemic statues dancing amidst the clandestine chromas. And, what was more fitting? For, these were the Vy’kentsekai – the founders of this particular N’taikai. Their names were legend.

“Keyo nasanda’! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai! Keyo gueiguei-HAHA ocha! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai!”

Vy’a loomed over the entrance, her familiar coat of enchanted Kelvgueitash skin glittering with encrusted rubies and emerald stars. Next to her was another battle-sister, Yngck. Yngck was known as the Great Mind, representing the precarious balance between strength and tyranny. A blade of deepest charcoal was poised mid-swing in her right hand, her mouth agape as though shrieking. Yngck dashed through ignorance with her sword; never flesh. Beyond her were countless others, their poses denoting what accomplishments hung upon their mantels. Following Yngck was Knck. Knck by Saleguei. Saleguei by Kelyanickkaisha.

“Keyo oonok echn’ik kkrsz! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai! Keyo gueiguei-HAHA ocha! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai!”

At the very end of the N’taikai rested a humble earthen mound. Here, a far more modest figure waited cross-legged, open armed and smiling. It was clearly a man; and odd sight among so many battle-sisters. Whoever sculpted his skin had been fixated with detail. Every crease in his scaled hand, every gnarled patch of scar or wind-torn flesh, even the very shimmer of his hide, was captured in sublime etching. Swollen eyes dripped chalcedony streams of blood, denoting his blindness. Six T’ye ornaments hung from his outstretched hand, marking each of the Six Kaikai. Kaikai – such an interesting word. It was everything and nothing. So much, yet so little. It was the basis of all philosophy, morality, and religion. Kaikai. Two simple syllables could sway the minds of billions.

“ N’ta’tai n’ta’tai! Icarie! Icarie! N’ta’tai n’ta’tai! Icarie! Icarie! KAIKAI!”

As the last verse finished, so did the ever-growing crowd hang their heads. Women and men, young and old had come to the N’taikai this evening. Who wouldn’t attend? For a brief moment, it felt as though one had pierced through the emptiness of our universe, to gaze for a fleeting moment as the “grey spots” between reality and unreality. So was the intended effect. If there was a Selkai word for “heaven,” that is what this place appeared as.

Age dragging her wizened frame down, a Selkai wearing long, flamboyant robes of rubicund leather made from crushed scales slowly walked underneath the blind statue. Her eyes were dull and clouded; hands quaked with each subtle motion. Fleshy gills pulled visibly beneath the white head-wrap with every wheezy breath. It took three agonizing minutes before she had cleared her throat and sat beneath the colossus. All the while the crowd remained silent and standing. Heads bowed. Waiting. Listening.

As she sat, the woman gave a cackle and a smile, raising her gnarled hand. “Please, rest, my friends,” she spoke softly in a voice that certainly belied her appearance. Powerful. Energetic. Majestic. Her words made her seem decades younger; like an urchin fresh from the day’s lessons. The mob gave a click of delight and conformation, before slowly lounging wherever their bodies fell upon the stony floor. Men carefully undid their head-swabs, to lay their crowns upon their woman’s lap. Women remained alert, upright, and watching. They had to be strong for their men. Always strong.

The ancient Selkai nodded her head as through drifting to sleep, a smug grin on her face. It was the Seventh Double Moon in the Two-Hundred and Sixty Eight Thousandth Three Hundredth and Seventy First Year by the Kalyashe Calendar. Always on the seventh Double Moon was it the Festival of Icarie. Icarie the Enlightener. Icarie the Prophet. Resting her still-shaking hands, the old woman once again boomed, “What is the antithesis of emptiness?”

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Life Signs: MINIMAL
Life: DEVELOPING
More Detail:
A survey team conducted in GSY 4251 (-48 CGSY) concluded that all biological organisms were in a “medium-high development” stage, as defined by the Committee on Life and Organic Chemistry (CLOC) in Article Seven of the Treatise on Pan-Galactic Standards of Life (GSY 4152). The survey team concluded that the primarily barren world still maintained “fairly rich” levels of life, as evident from numerous “patches” of flowering plants without any apparent water supply. As proposed by the same Treatise; disturbance of “medium-high development” words is strongly discouraged, as alien stimuli to the environment may result in catastrophic extinction. Given the precarious situation of life on Grace V, as well as the recommendation from the survey team, it is strongly advised to avoid Grace V at all costs. Any other action may be considered GENOCIDE.

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*BOOM!*

Hot ash filled Sh’kal’s mouth and nose as plumes of sand burst into the scorched air. She gave a sharp gasp of surprise, clutching her Kalyashe-forged T’t’tekai blade for comfort. The soft, bumpy leather of crushed scales left her with a feeling of tranquility. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself grow more focused. Or, rather, forcing herself to let go.

There are Six which guide us. Six which are us. Let us look beyond them, into the emptiness, and cast our gaze onto the Perfection of Kaikai. Let my senses dull, my fear diminish. Sand, stone, and flesh – all but one Kaikai. Should I die, my body will visit her sisters and brothers of the stone and sand. There is no fear in such a reunion. Only joy.

Sh’kal’s grip slackened, a smile forcing upwards on the side of her lips. It was almost amusing, Sh’kal thought to herself, that something as clichéd as training and practice could produce such an effect. It was as effortless as blinking. Almost as natural as breathing. Sh’kal did not even notice as she braced herself, a second-sense telling her that another explosion would grow near.

*BOOM!*

Once more hot sand bit her face, leaving deep gashes in her scaled flesh. She did not care. It was a blessing, was it not? She was being kissed by her sister. Sh’kal jumped to her feet, raising her T’t’tekai high into the air, as she bellowed with a clear, almost detatched, voice.

“COME, MY SISTERS! THERE IS LIFE-WATER TO SPILL!”

As though waiting for those very words, the innumerable rocky crags and sunken dunes burst to life. Teeming hordes of battle-hardened women cheered and sung in adrenaline-fueled humor. Insults and jibes filled the air, as Sh’kal slowly began to push the Kalyashe towards the enemy block. The enemy, of the Tntal tribes, emerged from their hiding as well, joining in the rebuttal and shouting match. It was impossible to tell who had more, the Kalyashe or the Tntal. They moved like ants over a fresh kill: a single body of clattering death-bringers. One thing was incontrovertible: the Kalyashe were far better armed. The Tntal’s obsidian spears and padded armor were no match for the long, cruel T’t’ekai blades and hardened Pwe’ckai mail of the Kalyashe.

Sh’kal gave an eager grin as the Tntal’s line drew closer, her eyes growing hungry. To fell Tntal; there was no greater sport. Sh’kal had no qualms about slaughtering the lot of them, especially after the use of gunpowder so wantonly. The cowards! Trying to trick them into marching over seeded land? Sh’kal had seen such an action before: detonate explosives planted deep in the loose sand to create a veritable sinkhole. There was no escaping that. Entire armies could perish, their Six released in mere seconds. So cowardly! So despicable!

The Tntal gave a triumphant screech, charging across to meet Sh’kal and her battle sisters; who gave equal bellows and dashes in return. No need for mounted engagements here. Besides, the Ntsheguei were exhausted after the skirmish last moon. Sh’kal knew she would win. She had to. It was the Festival of Icarie. How could she loose? Sh’kal felt her strength grow ten-fold as T’tekai clashed against spear. It would be a glorious day.

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Mineral Resource Output: EXTREMELY HIGH
Mineral Resource Break-Down (General):
Gemstones/Industrial Crystals: Extremely Plentiful
Radioactives: Extremely Plentiful.
Heavy Metals: Extremely Plentiful.
Industrial Metals: Extremely Plentiful.
Light Metals: Extremely Plentiful.
Fossilized Organics: Extremely Plentiful.
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With so much radiation and mineral-rich deposits, Grace V would be a prime spot for mining or other industrial ventures. It is theorized that a modest factory composed of two hundred odd souls could produce enough to maintain a Class II Fleet indefinitely. This same factory could theoretically produce a Class III Cruiser at a fourth of its normal cost, due to the mineral-rich environment. However, the conditions upon Grace V are abysmal. Radioactive winds, sparse water, and extreme temperature/gravity makes it quite inhospitable to even the most dedicated of entrepreneurs. Perhaps the only “good” spot for human settlement is located in the heights of the mountain range, which runs along most of the equator of Grace V. However, these tall mountains – which have evidence of snow-caps – are virtually insurmountable, and would prove far more of a financial debacle than a profitable enterprise. Early speculation would place settlements at the Polar Regions of Grace V in order to remain in the coolest, most water-rich environment. However, due to Grace V’s distance from major trade hubs, and the possibility of committing genocide to the developing life forms upon its surface, has discouraged all expeditions since the initial survey.

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Kntz paced slowly along the marble halls of the Third Pearl Temple, the sixty-seventh shrine on the White Road. A heavy coat of Tzweiy blubber and fur clung loosely upon his silver-scaled shoulders. Powerful, toned muscles – enough to rival any woman’s – flexed with every sweep of the modest, stone-crafted broom. It was an endless task, maintaining the Third Pearl Temple. Flakes of snow always cascaded around the wide, open hall. It was like a miniature version of the N’taikai, with more Selkai-sized statues lining the arched “walls” of the shrine. They were fare rougher than the N’taikai’s. Far older. Kntz sighed, brushing more of the crystallized water off the marble foundation. Something felt ill on the wind. Kntz already knew of the battle, of course, as he mulled the details over in his head. Tntal had advanced into Kalyashe water-spots hostilely, jumping from settlement to settlement. The Kalyashe had been slow to react, thinking them to be conducting a brief raid. However, as the raids grew more bold, so did the Kalyashe’s resolve to quash this invasion.

Kntz smiled to himself, giving a soft, clicking laugh. It was so odd to call them Kalyashe. After all, Kalyashe referred to the silver-scaled Selkai like himself. The mountain dwellers. It was they who had brought culture and balance during the end of the Seventh Era. They who had taught the gift of iron and black powder. They who had helped to form the language and governmental structure the Kalyashe enjoyed today.

Kntz shook his head, looking out towards the breath-taking view of the rough crags of the White Road. He was so high, he could swear he saw the smoke of battle far off at the horizon, though he knew he could not. It was too far away. Too distant. As Kntz gazed out, he once again tried to determine what caused him such dread. The Festival of Icarie was usually a time for celebration and positive feelings. But…no. Today was different.

Golden eyes looked skywards, to see a lazy Sheugueiguei ponderously soar overhead. Something was wrong though. Kntz narrowed his eyes, barely able to catch a glimpse of a mark upon the beast’s belly. Was that a talon? A black talon from a wandering Sheugueiguei – a very ill omen. Kntz clutched his broom tightly, sniffing the air. Something was coming. Something terrible. Something the Selkai were not prepared for. It had been the same case so many double-moons ago, when bizarre Sheugueigueis of metal fell from the heavens. But, no…he should not think of that.

Kntz shook his head once again, before slowly humming the “Praise of Icarie” to himself in his rich bass. The Metal Sheugueigueis with the diminutive Metal Selkai…or, well, whatever they had been. How could he forget? It was so awe-inspiring. So terrible. No one in the Order had spoken of it. Let it remain the Kalyashe’s secret. They knew no trouble would come from the Metal Ones. After all, they had given their word to never return. Comforted once more, Kntz returned to his duties.

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Sentient Life: NONE
More Detail:
Survey Team determined no sentient life forms had evolved upon Grace V. Nor were there any signs of off-world sentient settlers. Captain Griffin determined that preliminary photographs of “structures” upon the surface were natural formations. Conclusions have not been verified, but are believed to be true based on preliminary assessment.
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"Contentment is but the calm before the storm."
- Icarie the Enlightener

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OOC: Alright, well, hello Nationstates Community! I've got a really unique nation (at least, in my opinion) ready for ya'll. I've been purposefully vague on Selkai biology and physical structure; just wait for a contact situation. And, yes, there actually IS a language I've half-come up with. Very complex at that.

I want something a little different for the Selkai. They're currently at a pseudo-Medieval level of technology. As a result, I was hoping for an Imperialism-like situation. I'm thinking a damaged or reconnaissance ship will conduct an emergency landing, slowly realize how easily one could dominate, realize the mineral output of the planet, and either conquer a little, or else get home and send an invasion "fleet."

In other words, I want someone to enslave the Selkai for a time. Whomever I choose to help me in this will get a PM with more ideas.

I only have a few rules for the nation who will enter:
1) PLEASE write a decent amount every post. One-to-two line RPers will be ignored.
2) Do not just randomly start fighting the second you see a Selkai: remember, you're on a strange world with God knows what living there. Pissing off the Selkai may be your undoing.
3) The nation who ultimately enslaves the Selkai should not have technology that would make it impossible to revolt or resist the subservience. IE: Mind-control, biological compounds, etc. I may make exceptions, which you can PM or write OOCly in this thread.
4) This is going to be the start of a "beautiful" friendship, so I may "reject" a number of nations until I find a good match. That is not to say I don't like you or don't want to RP with you in the future, it is just I want to make sure the nation who "elevates" the Selkai to FT fits my own idea of what I want.

Thanks a lot, NS!

(OOC: I would love to fill the role of the player who makes you FT. However I do not play to enslave, or even take over another nation without masive probable cause to do so. If you did attack me, then my nation is more likely to bomb from orbit, which is anti-climatic. Would you be a little more open to a technology trade, or resource trade. I do use Battlestar Galactica/ Serenity tech, so maybe you have invented somehting of value to me, and in exchange I can give you an FTL jump drive, and at least MT/PMT style hand weapons like assault rifles. It is up to you really.)

(OOC: Thanks for your kind offer, Orthodox Gnosticism. But, I really do want the Selkai to be subjugated in some way, rather than a technological trade. Besides, they may be unwilling to accept weapons like that. In the future, once the Selkai get off the ground - so to speak - I'd be extatic to RP something with you. However, I'm looking for something a little different in this RP.

Thanks for being the first one to respond, mate!)

The Selkai;12636402'](OOC: Thanks for your kind offer, Orthodox Gnosticism. But, I really do want the Selkai to be subjugated in some way, rather than a technological trade. Besides, they may be unwilling to accept weapons like that. In the future, once the Selkai get off the ground - so to speak - I'd be extatic to RP something with you. However, I'm looking for something a little different in this RP.

Thanks for being the first one to respond, mate!)

My pleasure, and I look forward to Rping with you in the future. Your first post was very detailed, and well written.

My pleasure, and I look forward to Rping with you in the future. Your first post was very detailed, and well written.

OOC: *kicks ground, grinning sheepishly* Aw, shucks...thanks a lot, mate.

I'm game, if you're willing to accept copious amounts of redneckisms and Confederate stuff. And people actually having typed southern accents....

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=526438 This and

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12298144&postcount=737 This are some of the better examples of what I post like, just to get a feel for things.

(OOC:Hi there! I agree with Orthodox Gnosticism in saying that it was an excellent post that you started with, but I have one question. Considering that there ARE intelligent lifeforms on your planet, how is it that no one discovered them, and they have a medieval tech level too. How is that?

Considering that my nation is finishing a regime change it is possible that I could perform some sort of 'colonization' that could occur... that wouldn't be a problem. If you would allow it I would be more that happy to be the enslaving force.)

I'm game, if you're willing to accept copious amounts of redneckisms and Confederate stuff. And people actually having typed southern accents....

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=526438 This and

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.ph...&postcount=737 This are some of the better examples of what I post like, just to get a feel for things.

OOC:

Hmm...it depends on how apt and patient your people will be. I want to have some cultural and spiritual interaction before things go to hell. So, if you think you could do that, then probably.

(OOC:Hi there! I agree with Orthodox Gnosticism in saying that it was an excellent post that you started with, but I have one question. Considering that there ARE intelligent lifeforms on your planet, how is it that no one discovered them, and they have a medieval tech level too. How is that?

Considering that my nation is finishing a regime change it is possible that I could perform some sort of 'colonization' that could occur... that wouldn't be a problem. If you would allow it I would be more that happy to be the enslaving force.)

OOC:

Ah, well, it is sort of hinted at in the planetary explination, as well as Kntz's final thoughts before returning to his sweepings. I'm not going to reveal it all now, but there is a bit of a purposeful cover up.

As for why they couldn't detect them easily, there are a few reasons:

1) The atmosphere is suprisingly dense and filled with a lot of background radiation. A lot of it. That, and the very dense (it's a high-iron world) geology of the planet makes it very difficult to make deep-surface scans.
2) The Selkai primarily live underground in very lavishally constructed settlements. The only "outside" structures are usually homes to live in the cooler, less storm-ridden times. That, and they serve as temporary residency for special circumstances. These structures are very modest and subtle - think, dirt mounds that go partially underground. The structures on the mountains are difficult to detect because they are so small and well-hidden. Conventional tellescopes really wouldn't reveal much.
3) That, and this system is supposed to be kinda out of the way and in a volitile sector. I should clarify this a bit:

FOR ANYONE GETTING INVOLVED IN THIS RP

The system is racked with heavy radioactive particulate matter, which is what helped to metamorphasize the sun into a class F III from a class G III. It is not a pleasant place to travel through, so any incursions into that space would be for very desperate reasons.

Now, as for your involvement, if MM doesn't feel s/he can have the cultural basis, then alright. I have a feeling though MM may have beat you to the punch. I'm so sorry! If I could, I would gladly have two nations RP; but, that would complicate the matter too much. Again, if MM says "no" then welcome aboard!

Regardless of who actually joins up, I want to RP with you both in the near future! I look forward to it!

And, thanks for the compliments. ;D

(OOC:Hi there! I agree with Orthodox Gnosticism in saying that it was an excellent post that you started with, but I have one question. Considering that there ARE intelligent lifeforms on your planet, how is it that no one discovered them, and they have a medieval tech level too. How is that?

Considering that my nation is finishing a regime change it is possible that I could perform some sort of 'colonization' that could occur... that wouldn't be a problem. If you would allow it I would be more that happy to be the enslaving force.)

Um...okay. Either something screwed up, or I'm going completely bannanas. I typed up a lengthy post, but it didn't register. So, let me do this again:

To MM: Um...I'm a little hesitant to have rednecks, only because I'm worried about cultural acceptance/interaction. If you think your people will actually have some respect/interaction with Selkai culture, then alright. I'm worried, because if you're type-casting redheads, I know a few cutsoms that would probably end up getting them killed. xD But, you decide.

To Sc: Well, there are a few reasons:
1) The entire planet has a very dense atmosphere rich in radioactive particles. This makes it so most sensitive equipment used to determine geographical/geological foundation and life-forms may be heavily skewed.
2) The geolology of the planet - being a high-iron world - is such that deep-surface penetrations may be very difficult. The Selkai primarily live underground, with much more subtle, humble structures above. These above-ground structures are usually things like dirt mounds or natural formations sculpted into an abode, with most of it lying underground.
3) The system is volitile, with heavy particulate mater flying around. It's not a great tourist spot, that's for sure. Thus, decreased travel means most people wouldn't even bother to scan it.
4) There's a bit of a cover-up...as I hint a few times in the opening post. Read carefully, especially the last bit. That may give you some clue.

And, as for your involvement, I wish I could get more than one person involved, mate. If MM decides not to join up, then it's all yours. However, if MM accepts, I really do want to RP with you in the future. Same to MM if Sc is the one to enslave the Selkai. Both of you seem like wonderful RPers. It's a shame this particular scenario would be over-crowded with two...

Cheers!

((Yay! A reason to make a population fight my battles for me! Whoo!))

((edit: This was purposely typed half-assed. I'll have a better post later tonight for you. :P))

I'll do it. Definitely. Should be no issue at all.

EDIT: Way to, yaknow, not read there Copen.

((MM: Shoosh! >_>; I missed that line!))

I'll do it. Definitely. Should be no issue at all.

EDIT: Way to, yaknow, not read there Copen.

Ha! Capital. I'll be eagerly awaiting your post. And, as for Copen, no problems, bro. Sorry ;D Although, you do have a good idea of what Selkai will probably be used for...well, you'll see MM...you'll see...

A quartet of warships plunged through the void between the stars, one, a Solari Confederate Battleship, and the other three, WRATHCHILD Heavy Cruisers, were locked in combat. Terran Grasers blasted gaping rents in the hulls of the AI ships, gouging deep rents in their armor and defenses, and wiping away entire turrets in blasts of fury. Slugs returned fire, slamming against shields and being swatted away by deadly accurate PD fire. The battle lasted for hours, the primarily Terran crew maintaining parity with the "faster" AI ships through sheer strength of will and size disparity. First one, and then the second of the Cruisers was smashed into twisted ruin by the pin point firepower of the Terran guns, smashing drives and weapons until nothing more could fight, before wiping them away entirely with concentrated shots from their heavy weapons. But, with every exchange, the Battleship grew weaker, it started the fight with a full complement of 60 550cm Graser turrets, and by the time it had been reduced to a one on one fight, had less than a score remaining. Finally a lucky slug slipped through the defenses, and it dropped brutally into reality, its FTL drives shattered by a single shot that had been missed by a damaged sensor array. The Cruiser followed, but the fight was short and brutal thereafter. Once prevented from using its missile armament by the limitations of their environment, now volleys lashed the Cruiser with fire and radiation, reducing it to a twisted hulk within mere minutes. Now, with crippling damage, the battleship was nearly helpless, there was a planet nearby which they could land upon, but in their damaged state, they couldn't lift off again without serious repairs.

Nearly an hour after the battle they hovered above the planet in question, it wasn't exactly hospitable, but it was livable if precautions were taken. Slowly, the ponderous vessel dropped into the atmosphere. Waves of coruscating flame peeled paint from the hulls, and stripped many surviving sensors of their functionality, heating them well over their intended tolerances and reducing the prow to o much smooth metal. Deep within the atmosphere, the ship slowed, coming to rest within a reasonable distance(several dozen kilometers, landing something 2 and a half kilometers long on a dime wasn't happening) away from what appeared to be a population center, though what exactly could survive on this particular planet was an open question. Slowly, the massive ship settled to the ground, and a number of shuttles departed, ferrying soldiers the rest of the way to the surface, since having something like a boarding ramp for a ship the size of a Battleship would have been...madness, to say the least. A short company of Marines was the first group to depart, securing the area and setting up manjacks to provide some sort of security for a landing zone. Anything that came within range of the manjacks would get a few warning shots. If that didn't have it cowering in fear, it'd get a few more shots, but a much lower dose of warning. A fatally low dose even. Fully armored marines patrolled the area, while repair crews and damage control teams in construction harnesses set to work getting all the most major holes patched up.

Nothing remained of the ships senior officers for the most part. The XO and Tactical officer had died at the same time as the Captain, when inertial compensation had failed on the bridge and CIC, reducing them to so much paste. The ranking officer in the chain of command was actually the Marine CO, Colonel Forrest, and it wasn't like he had much trouble with this task. Under the circumstances, he was allowed to assume command of the entire ship, but the running of the actual repairs was something he wisely left up to his notional subordinates. Patrols in Gun jeeps and even in one case a tank platoon, were sent out to assess the locale as a safe place to stay. No one was quite sure what was going to happen when they made contact, but hopefully Terran Armor, Protoss Shields, and Solari and Mardukan ingenuity would keep them alive when it happened.

OOC: I have to go to work, I'll be back at like Midnight Eastern. Loads of joy. You may take your time replying. A third of any units encountered will be not human, either 3 meter tall 4 armed Mardukans, or similarly tall 2 armed Protoss warriors. They'll all be armored the same though, so I expect it to be fairly confusing.

OOC: Damn it, a paper took longer than I thought. I won't be able to post until later tomorrow (I'm going hiking in the morning.) I'm on EST as well, so, yeah.

Alright, a few things:

I didn't realize MM wasn't entirely human species. That's cool, but please keep all psionics/other things to a minimum. Also, keep in mind a few things:

- This world has nearly 2 G of gravity, which is twice that of earth. It's not something you can just waltz out into. Unless a species is used to it, or else has power-suits (as yours seems to have), it will take a LOT of effort to just move.
- The ground is extremely sandy and loose. I'll describe the actual lay out of the land in my next post; needless to say, unless the tanks are specifically calibrated for running in extremely sandy, loose terrain, they'll probably have a hard time moving.
- There are constant "clouds" of radioactive particles dancing around the surface. Even if it's night, because of the nature of the dense atmosphere (which you really can't see out of easily) heat is captured even during darkness, meaning that it's always bloody hot.
Also, be advised the local fauna will probably start raising a rhuckus...hehe...you'll see...

Oh, and if it seems like I'm saying "BLARG! NOT GOOD!" I'm not. Your post was quite wonderful. I'm just giving you the FYI for your next one.

As for Copenhaghenkoffenlaugh...um...I didn't really want a second RPer, mate. Sorry! Besides, I REALLY don't want anything to happen to the mountain regions of the Selkai world. They play a key roll in later developments. Sorry, mate. In the future, I'd love to RP with you, but for right now I want a smaller scope.

Anywho, I'll write up my post tomorrow. Cheers!

((S'cool. I'll retcon my posts, then.))

The Selkai;12638859']OOC: Damn it, a paper took longer than I thought. I won't be able to post until later tomorrow (I'm going hiking in the morning.) I'm on EST as well, so, yeah.

Alright, a few things:

I didn't realize MM wasn't entirely human species. That's cool, but please keep all psionics/other things to a minimum. Also, keep in mind a few things:

- This world has nearly 2 G of gravity, which is twice that of earth. It's not something you can just waltz out into. Unless a species is used to it, or else has power-suits (as yours seems to have), it will take a LOT of effort to just move.
- The ground is extremely sandy and loose. I'll describe the actual lay out of the land in my next post; needless to say, unless the tanks are specifically calibrated for running in extremely sandy, loose terrain, they'll probably have a hard time moving.
- There are constant "clouds" of radioactive particles dancing around the surface. Even if it's night, because of the nature of the dense atmosphere (which you really can't see out of easily) heat is captured even during darkness, meaning that it's always bloody hot.
Also, be advised the local fauna will probably start raising a rhuckus...hehe...you'll see...

Oh, and if it seems like I'm saying "BLARG! NOT GOOD!" I'm not. Your post was quite wonderful. I'm just giving you the FYI for your next one.

As for Copenhaghenkoffenlaugh...um...I didn't really want a second RPer, mate. Sorry! Besides, I REALLY don't want anything to happen to the mountain regions of the Selkai world. They play a key roll in later developments. Sorry, mate. In the future, I'd love to RP with you, but for right now I want a smaller scope.

Anywho, I'll write up my post tomorrow. Cheers!

ACS and power armor are the only way to go in combat.

I was not aware, but if Siege Tanks can handle Korhal's radioactive nuclear weapon desert, I think they should be ok with this.

That could make things interesting if I ever have top send people out unarmored, but I think I'll be avoiding that. at this point.

Remember: If it can survive an 80mm tank shell, run very fast in the other direction, until you can deploy the 170mm cannon.

OOC: No sweat, Cop! Thanks for understanding, mate. I'll be sure to give you a "flipping-swank" tally in my book!

And, excelent, MM. Just making sure you got some of the details. ;D Now, get ready, this is a long one...

IC:
“…And so shall the walls be built to withstand all earthly torment. Mountain-cut gates depicting the triumph of the Kalyashe; a testament to all whom may enter our realm. Travelers shall be overcome with its glory and bask in its awe-inspiring power; yet, shall feel as safe and nurtured as in a father’s arms. We seek friends, not enemies; nor do we seek to assert our dominance through such a gross symbol of wealth and waste. Let all feel safe flocking to Queigueisha. Let them nestle their weary limbs and sand-scared flesh in our N’taikai. Yet, always shall they remember the sheer strength of our fortifications, and they shall remember to never disrupt the peace of the Kalyashe.”
- Excerpt from the floor plans of the Queigueisha gates.

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It was a cold night, only 108ºF across most of the Deep Desert. The rich, auburn skies swirled and shimmered like thick froth; sparks of electricity pulsating at random intervals. The atmosphere was thick and rather unpleasant, as the Aliens no doubt discovered. To call it similar to a gas giant would be too great. Still, the ship would have to endure constant turbulence – even for a vessel of its size and mass. With the appearance of such a wonderfully conductive surface, the heavily ionized air would begin to strike out violently at the hull with bolts of lightning – some hotter than the sun’s surface. It would not be easy to descend to the surface…but, somehow, they had achieved what many would call the “impossible.”

The landing site of the aliens was quite an interesting choice. Right in the center of the Gweygun Plains – a long stretch of “fertile desert” that ran along the southern edge of the Kalyashe mountains, to the eastern-most border of the Tntal Range (and the border of the Tntal Dynasties). To call it a “landing” was quite inaccurate as well. Unless the hull was designed to take the increased gravity, the structural integrity would no-doubt be further compromised. Even as the bulk rested upon the strangely firm sand, occasional bursts of high-powered wind would slam particulates across the ship; most were as fine as sand, while others were as large as a human skull. Such an environment seems far too hostile. Nothing could live there. Nothing could resist the appalling conditions. No doubt the initial Marine team would be baffled by what they saw.

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Charack laughed in his bouncy, clicking manner, filling a rather ornate golden bowl with a rich, porridge-like substance. A rich aroma of cinnamon and licorice – or rather the Selkai equivalent – filled the modest room. Charack accepted a nod from his sister, giving her a broad smile, before taking his seat besides her. His smooth, scaled fingers felt the coarse, brittle mat that lay upon the floor of their “dinning room.” The circular room was only six meters wide, yet was spacious enough for the entire family to rest. The floors were lined with the tanned hides of Hets’kai, which were a rather pesky creature prone to burrowing into lagers or salting chambers. However, their scales were fine enough to feel soft and loving upon a Selkai’s feet. A Hets’kai rug was the sign of great status of a family, usually reserved for the more formal rooms of an estate; including the eating chambers. It was quite packed in the tiny room. Mother and both Fathers, his three Sisters (the two eldest of which had husbands), and two younger Brothers, along with Charack made nine bodies lounging about, enjoying the feast that was before them.

“Today’s ceremony was particularly impressive,” spoke Charack’s youngest sister, giving her brother and affectionate stroke of his shoulder, “Vy’a was in sublime form. I can see why she is named after the Old Vy’a.”

The entire family nodded and gave a soft click, while Charack’s younger brothers hastened to serve the eldest sisters. Charack placed the sweet-smelling dish between himself and his younger sister, chuckling in that bouncy way. Charack watched eagerly as Shawheya dipped her thick, powerful fingers into the bowl, scooping a dollop of the treat into her mouth. Excellent! Charack could eat now!

“I cannot agree with you more, Shawheya,” Charack said in his rich, powerful bass, repeating the same action as Shawheya, relishing the nectarous flavor of the Km’pai. “However, I cannot truly wrap my mind’s eye around the concept of Kaikai spelling its own inadequacy, while fulfilling all things.”

By this point, the rest of the family had broken into smaller conversations with one another, leaving Shawheya and Charack alone to their own debate. To converse on philosophy was almost always the case in a Selkai house; however, on the Festival of Icarie, such conversations were intensified a thousand fold.

“Pwafth!” Shawheya snorted, giving Charack a threatening smirk, “Stupid man! It is not too difficult! Think, Kaikai is focused on the embodiment of emptiness. Kaikai must be sewn in nothingness, to spell a basis – oops! I spilt some! I’ll get it…*slurp* As I was saying, to spell a basis for the oblivion for which the opposite must be in contrast. By dwelling in nothingness – in emptiness – it forms an inadequate perspective in this universe. One cannot show another Kai; it is impossible. Yet, Kaikai is understood for what it is: substance. Everything from the basis of nothing. Do you see?”

Charack rolled his eyes, giving Shawheya a nudge, “Careful there, Shaw-Shaw! You sound like you’re living in the Seventh Era. It’s not polite to call me a “stupid man.” Tread carefully, or I’ll sick Mother upon you.”

Both clicked joyously, leaning their heads together, before Shawheya added, “My dear brother, only a fool uses humor to escape what she does not understand.”

“Quoting Tntal poetry! How desperate!”

“Oh, hush you! Everyone knows Eztz was educated by the Old Kalyashe and only lived in Tntal.”

“Ha! I joke, sister, I joke.”

“But, my dear brother, what do you really think?”

Charack paused here for a moment, closing his eyes to find the proper words. “I believe,” he stated after a brief pause, “that Kaikai cannot be both inadequate and adequate, for what one would define as “inadequate” is actually another understanding of adequacy we cannot begin to understand. One cannot see nothingness, yet, we know of it. Simply by naming it, we give embodiment to its form and bring it some substance. I can think of a good example. ‘Tell a man from the Deep South in the Vezzr’k lands about the Sheugueiguei, and she will call you a fool and a liar. There cannot be, for she had not seen them. Yet, one from Kalyashe and Tntal knows all to well the flying majesty of a Sheugueiguei in flight.” See? To label something as inadequate is to classify something one does not understa-”

Shawheya laughed, clapping her hands, “You just quoted Eztz! You rapscallion! I should beat you for such a betrayal!”

The joyous laughter of the intimate room drifted out into the awe-inspiring depths of Queigueisha. This was rebounded ten thousand times by similar laughter, arguments, and chatter of the innumerable additional chambers along the sweeping corridors. No one in the deep halls knew of the aliens above – they were too situated underground to even feel them. Besides, who would be out on a night like this? Traveling pilgrims had spotted a terrible storm not two days before heading straight for Queigueisha. Better to stay below ground and rest than wander out into the perilous sand.

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Life. Bountiful, endless life. The sand, so coarse and unforgiving, was littered with teeming millions of small flora. An earthen sea of bulbous plants - most a deep, rich tan or tepid beige – stretched on for miles in all directions. A few outrageous hues of crimson or silver could be spotted amidst the veritable garden. It was a dramatic picture: life seeming to struggle on despite the inhospitable conditions. It seemed as though a few species plants constantly on the brink of extinction. Of course, the landing party had no way of knowing that the only creatures struggling against extinction upon this planet were themselves.

Still, it was nothing to what was to come.

The cataclysmic disturbance of so great a ship landing had spooked most of the local fauna. However, as the dust settled and the crew began to assemble their manjacks and send out patrols, creatures would once again begin to graze among the rich ground. The first on the scene were…well, there is no way to describe them other than “bizarre.” Nearly four meters long, and three meters high, these peculiar animals towered over normal humans. They were unipedal, a single enormous foot propelling the creature surprisingly far with every thrust. Two long, frail-looking limbs extruded from their side, a rather bulbous end protruding from each one. Its skin was like that of a snake, only of a far finer texture. Colorful patterns of red, blue, and gold splashed in random patterns along the creature’s hide. Its was completely symmetrical; the long, slug-shaped body suspended awkwardly upon the single limb. The only way to determine the “head” was by a set of three tiny, watery eyes around a larger, more central optical; as well as a dopey-looking maw.

It was as though one had wandered onto some alien version of the Savannah. Teeming herds of these unipedal creatures lazily moved towards the bulbous plants. A thick, spear-like tongue would shoot out from their open mouths with surprising speed, tearing the succulent flesh of the flora with a sound like cutting into an onion. It would take a while to realize the subtle “gills” which ran across the creatures’ hides, constantly sucking in air, while two minute nostrils continuously expelled the expended breaths.

Soon, other creatures arrived on the scene. It was apparent that these first species were by no means the “dominant” herbivores. Larger quadrupeds wandered ponderously onto the scene; dwarfing the animals around them. Ten meters long, eight meters high; these beasts seemed like the bastard offspring of a triceratops, a komodo dragon, and a cliff face. Dark, obsidian hide was spiky and tough; looking more like rock than hardened chitin. Several cruel-looking horns protruded from its snout, as well as the edges of the rather ornamental-looking ridge. These did not require any fancy spear-like tongue to gather their food. The smaller animals seemed to scatter at these Rock Behemoths, who began to ravenously tear into the flesh of whatever got in their way. Mostly, they consumed the fleshy plants that lined the surface of the world. However, occasionally the more docile creature would find itself in the jagged mouth of one of the hungry beasts. So far these particular creatures stayed away from the landing site, but they were slowly drawing closer.

Above, dark clouds of flying animals obscured the frothy sky as they buzzed and whistled happily throughout the heavens. It was impossible to tell what they were – only that they were fairly large. Perhaps the size of a human arm. Occasionally, they would dip down with tremendous speed towards the fleshy ground, consuming meters of earth in a mater of seconds. However, they avoided the larger animals and plants, aiming only for the sparse minerals of the sand. Occasionally, one could spot globs of sand plummet back to the earth, as the dark cloud of organisms soared off.

It would be the expeditions that would come across the first signs of intelligent life…

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T’tekai was still painted in blood as she soared high in the sky, her Sheugueiguei mount giving a soft cry every few minutes. The poor creature was famished, having been in the air for nearly a solid hour while carrying T’tekai and all of her beautifully crafted gear. It was by chance that a dark could of N’tet’ soon flew into view – the same species as the billowing darkness the landing party could see. [OOC: Just so people understand how this sounds, it would be pronounced “Ni-te-të”] The Sheugueiguei gulped the flying gnats with eagerness, its heavy-set gills pulsing uncontrollably against the side of its long, thick neck. T’tekai did not share in its relief, her eyes a mask of anxious fury.

It had been not an hour ago that T’tekai had a parting dinner with the few captured survivors of the Tntal soldiers. The ceremony to honor the departed and to preserve what little life-water could be salvaged had gone off smoothly. It was during the actual feast that trouble struck. T’tekai had been in the midst of ravishing a particularly strapping Tntal lad – one of the few men in the battle. Despite the usual Tntal heavy-brow and more “stocky” structure, T’tekai had found his demeanor to be gentle, but fierce. A great Kaikai dwelt within him, and but moments after securing his surrender were they in the throws of mating next to the burning embers of a raging bonfire.

Midway through their third go, a terrible rumble could be heard unlike any the Selkai had ever heard. It was as though the heaven and earth were in conflict, shooting sparks and causing the very air to fill with electrified tension. It was one of T’tekai’s sisters who alerted her to the cause of the noise, while both victor and vanquished gazed into the soupy sky, only to see the tremendous hull descend towards the surface. What…was it? Panic had set in, as many of the Tntal warriors began to shriek of the Cleansing.

T’tekai had some understanding of the bastardization of Kalyashe teachings the Tntal followed, but was able to get a better picture from her recent lover.

“The Cleansing is the end of existence,” spoke the male in the thick, Tntal drawl, “It is said that a great hand shall fall from the heavens, that will quake the world, and all shall be lay to death and fire.”

“Bah!” T’tekai shouted, scowling at the disorder which befell her own battle-sisters, “I shall find this Hand myself. Take your people to safety. I shall find three good Sisters to escort you back to Tntal, where you will present the claim of our victory. I must settle my own Sisters.”

The man bowed, as he slipped on his padded pants, “You are a just and honorable leader, T’tekai. My Battle Sisters shall know of your calm demeanor and vivacious humor. Praise be to your swift hand in battle, and your level of passionate love.”

T’tekai bowed to the man, “Forgive me, my friend, if I do not have time to speak of your greatness. My Battle Sisters will hear of Arka’y and his beautiful Kaikai. Go! Find N’tas and N’talack. They shall aid you in finding Tcht’kai. You three leave.”

It had taken nearly two hours to gather sense into her sisters, mount their Sheugueiguei, and take off towards the landing site. What was this? What was happening to them? It would be a while till the swift floaters reached their goal, but already T’tekai was cursing under her breath. A hell of a way to spend the festival of Icarie.

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The Mini Meihm spacecraft had landed some twenty-seven kilometers away from the city of Queigueisha – the observed “population center.” To call it a “population center” would not be an accurate statement. The skies of the Selkai world were deceiving; saturated with dust and teeming with thousands of playful creatures. Only a few odd formations would hint at the odd micro-valley’s owners. While the actual geographical formation was natural – a quaint “cut” into the side of one of the larger mountains along the south-central Kalyashe range – sixteen mounds arranged in a formal pattern, as well as a large, pueblo-like formation along the inner-wall of the ridge were clearly artificial. Where the edges of the two valleys met, one of great Selkai wonders rested.

The Gate.

It would not be hard for any of the recon teams to find the Gate. Well, that is if they could reach it. The trek across the unforgiving desert would no-doubt have some fatalities. Whether it be the soupy, hostile atmosphere clogging machinery or breathing holes, or the intense heat which cooked the land, or a yet-unseen predator claiming the lives of unexpected marines, twenty-seven kilometers was quite a distance to travel.

The Gate was less a functioning gate as an ancient wall carving along the outer-wall of the valley. Nearly four-hundred meters tall, every square inch of the rocky craig had been smoothed and sculpted to depict an awesome scene. One could see the way in which the earliest stonemasons’ crude work on the far-eastern edge of the Gate evolved into a far more refined, elegant style. It must have taken thousands upon thousands of years to complete; hundreds of broad, arched openings – some as large as sixty meters wide – were littered with additional sculptures and images, opening into the heart of the valley. Every single entrance was facing the main “entrance” to the subterranean city itself; though one could not tell that by simply looking at the surface. It was difficult to determine what was Selkai, and what was simply an animal or symbol of some kind. There were no prominent figures lining the entrances. No giant Selkai looming over the edges, watching travelers enter the Holy City.

There were no guards, save the stone-faced sculptures. No living souls. At least…not until one reached the actual entrance of the city…

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Kntz had not even paused as he saw the colossus fall. His gaze was slack, almost uninterested, as the deafening clap of thunder against its hull could be heard throughout the mountains. Slowly placing his shovel-like broom upon the table, Kntz meandered towards the Sheugueiguei pens near the far-northern edge of the temple complex. The cat was out of the bag, now. No other choice but to tell them. He would be heading to Queigueisha now. No doubt, he would meet these intruders himself, as they crashed so near the Holy City. An hour’s travel south, then an hour’s travel south-east, and he would be there. Kntz looked out as he dawned the saddle on his majestic Sheugueiguei, only to see others of his order dawn their Sheugueiguei and soar towards the other kingdoms. Time was crucial, but no reason to panic and waste precious seconds. The news had to reach the others. People would be unprepared. Even if the teachings of Icarie were not accepted by certain tribes of Selkai, today was held as sacred in honor of the Kalyashe. People would by quite unprepared.

The Metal Ones had returned, despite their promises.

OOC:
YES this took me a while to write. Now, since I referenced them so much, here’s a picture of a Sheugueigue (http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/Lord_Gabon/SelkaiSteed.jpg). They're floaters...the landing team will see some of them next post. FHEW! I need to get some work done. Later, mates!

OOC: This may seem silly, but if a post is a certain length, does a moderator have to review it? Because, once again, I posted something lengthy and it didn't show up...

EDIT: And, as for the idea of letting soldiers out without a suit, the atmosphere would feel very soupy. Anyone with asthma or breathing problems would be in distress. It may be earth-like atmospheric composition, but the presense of foreign substances, plus the density of the atmosphere, makes it rather difficult to breathe.

And, if by tomorrow my post hasn't arrived, I'll repost...

The Selkai;12641877']OOC: This may seem silly, but if a post is a certain length, does a moderator have to review it? Because, once again, I posted something lengthy and it didn't show up...

EDIT: And, as for the idea of letting soldiers out without a suit, the atmosphere would feel very soupy. Anyone with asthma or breathing problems would be in distress. It may be earth-like atmospheric composition, but the presense of foreign substances, plus the density of the atmosphere, makes it rather difficult to breathe.

And, if by tomorrow my post hasn't arrived, I'll repost...

Nah, once you hit like 20 posts or somesuch that stops.

OOC: Should I repost then? Or, should I wait?

The Selkai;12642839']OOC: Should I repost then? Or, should I wait?

Scroll up a bit. I'm gonna start working on a post.

Scroll up a bit. I'm gonna start working on a post.

Huzzah! Good times are in the pipelines! And, please, take your time, mate. ;D

The Selkai;12642839']OOC: Should I repost then? Or, should I wait?
OOC wait Mods are busy and then you have jolt that likes to play games

The ship shuddered and groaned with impacts, but nothing truly capable of breaking armor, or damaging most of their equipment, was in the offing. The solid plates groaned under the added stress, but what was a mere two gravities to armor that could withstand hundreds or even thousands in combat? The ships crew scrambled to seal off the exposed portions of the ship, however, as fine sand COULD blow inside the vessel and cause unimaginable issues, jamming mechanisms and flensing flesh from bone if blown hard enough.

Siege Tanks were large, not so large as some of the indigenous life, but big. Heavily armored, relatively swift, and currently the deadliest moving things on the surface of the planet. Or, at least allegedly moving. Over half of the Tank Platoon had gotten bogged down in sand, despite their ability to function on the similar Korhal, the higher gravity(Korhal rated but 1.5gs) had spelled the end for the vehicles. Unable to effectively distribute their weight, and with the softness of the local earth, they soon became bogged down on the main. Several, having employed their ground penetrating radar to good effect, managed to map out paths of relatively hard ground, and were now engaged in the unenviable task of freeing their compatriots.

Gun jeeps, lighter and faster than any tank, swiftly got an idea for the local terrain. Third Platoon was tasked with the direction of the suspected local population center, not just because its commanders had the longest time in grade, but also because on of its Jeeps had had its light Shredder anti-infantry 15mm railcannon traded out for something infinitely more dangerous. Jutting up from the flat bed of what was for all intents and purposes a special built military pickup truck, stood a monstrosity. Manned by a towering Mardukan in Marine Armor, the devastating bulk of a full sized Vindicator Terawatt Anti-Tank Laser System dominated the scene. Capable of ripping through armor and shields with equal ease, it was the weapon that gave the mobile jeeps the ability to meet tanks on their own ground. It also gave them the ability to meet almost anything ELSE, up to and including some smaller spacecraft. on less than even footing. Now it, and the 12 men, and 4 jeeps, of third platoon stood at the massive gates.

"Commander, I'm not sure what to make of this one." The driver of the command jeep, a Terran, addressed the third most common species of the Confederacy, and his direct superior.

"What are your instruments telling you that mine are not? I see as clearly as you, and I wonder what I am supposed to be answering." The towering Protoss stood head, shoulders, and a good bit of chest above the majority of his subordinates, and even the Mardukan manning the cannon only stood to his chin. His lambent eyes surveyed the situation with experience born of centuries, not sure what he was missing. The age of the place was apparent, as were the varying styles, but what was it his subordinate was seeing that he had missed?

"Well, yasee sir, it's not what's there, if'n ya take my meaning, as much as what AIN'T. Specifically, there ain't no guards, and there ain't no sentries, and there ain't nothin watchin us. And most of all, there ain't nothin what tells us what these things actually look like."

Trust a Terran to focus on what's missing. "It's abandoned, nothing here has changed in centuries I think. Probably nothing has changed since before I was born."

"No way sir, look at all the evidence of traffic, recent traffic. There's signs that someone's been here within at least the last week, probably as recent as the last day with the local conditions. There's people here, but where ARE they?"

"I do not know. We shall contact Colonel Forrest for further direction. I think it likely we will advance through the gates,. With that in mind, anyone that kills indiscriminately will be put up before the Colonel on charges. The Colonel frowns on murder, and a good many other things as well."

It had been only thirty minutes, the high speed of the jeeps allowing them to cross the intervening distance much more swiftly than most would have believed in such adverse conditions, but even that was a fraction of their top speed, limited only by the necessity to use their antigrav to improve traction on the shifting ground, rather than using it to allow them to reach speeds unheard of centuries ago. Now they sought back towards their commander, looking for answers, before answers found them.

OOC: I may be a bit late with this post. It's final week here, and I'm going to be studying/writing late tonight.

TAG: I would love join, but my FTs are rather cautious when dealig with outsiders (or atleast they will be when i get an intro up.) and b, they are not even ready. But i hope my and your ft races mix one day, that will be sweet.

Greetings from quebec.

good luck and see you in the stars.

PS great first post and a unique language is VERY new man well done.

“What…what is that?”

T’tekai nearly plummeted from her steed, the magnitude of what she was seeing utterly baffling. It was as though a mountain of pure iron had sliced through the murky heavens, belly-flopping onto the scorching earth beneath. She already knew what her Battle-Sisters were thinking: were this some ploy by the Tntal or other tribe, they were already too weak to engage in a true battle. Yet, this…thing was forged from what appeared to be steel, carved in a style she could not recognize. She knew it was not Kalyashe, and by the way the Tntal reacted to it, she was certain the Tntal could not have wrought this monstrosity. Nor could the Akaz’t; they worked only in organic patterns. Nor the N’gueitz, who barely had mastery over bone, let alone iron. In fact, as T’tekai gazed the ship with growing anxiety, she had NEVER seen a style like this before. Never.

Adjusting her lacquered “goggles,” the warrior raised her right hand, the heavy glove decorated with minute fluorescent stones. Her thumb, middle, and pinky fingers all had bulbous, green stones; whereas her index and ring possessed beautiful crimson fluorescents. The short-wave UV radiation that was forever trapped within this planet kept these stones glowing bright and radiant. Flexing her hand, T’tekai made several hand gestures. Green-green-red: stay close and follow me Green-Red-Green-Red: Do not kill unless provoked. Upon the soaring Sheugueigueis, this subtle, clever form of communication enabled the Battle Sisters to remain coordinated despite the lack of radio.

T’tekai glanced down at her equipment, girding herself for a struggle if it so presented itself. She wore a golden-colored, long-sleeved tunic sewn from six layers of different leather. Trousers made of similar material ran down to her ankles, where thick, leathery socks of deepest grey protected her feet from the harsh sands. One could see numerous tears in the fabric, where Tntal scored a few lucky hits, no doubt. Her head was wrapped in numerous scarves of pale-grey leather; keeping her head safe from the dangerous gusts of flesh rending wind. Upon her chest rested a stunning plate composed of what appeared to be ornate, crimson glass. It was Pwe’ckai mail, the single-greatest personal defense as far as the Selkai were concerned. The base was wrought of hardened Pwe’ckai – the lumbering rock-like behemoths that wandered near the landing site – hide. This flexible, durable substance could be padded and fit to the individual who wore it. Upon the flesh was brilliant red crystal, literally carved from enormous deposits deep within the Kalyashe Mountain range. Tougher than iron, even the most ardent strike against this mail proved almost completely ineffective. To even carve this diamond-like substance, one had to chip away with a hammer made of a similarly hard crystal. Because of the plentiful nature of this crystal, nearly all of T’tekai’s battle sisters had dawned the Pwe’ckai’s hide. Those who did not have crystal were given a layer of heavy bronze, followed by a “shell” of iron.

T’tekai knew it would only be a mater of time…a few more precious hours at the very most. Then she would see what in Kalshe’n this abomination was!

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The main “city square” was quite dreary – though well maintained. The mound-like homes revealed to be quite well-constructed if one looked within them. From the outside, it would appear to have two stairways both leading down – like a castle turret without the different directions. If they so chose to enter these seemingly inhospitable mounds, they would find them to be very different from what one would expect. However, for now, there were heavy shudder-like doors at the bottom of the stairs, made from hardened, rock-like hide.

The actual city’s entrance, on the furthest end of the Gate, was definitely more telling of what lived here. Two figures, both at least sixty meters tall and carved from jade, loomed over the entrance. In their hands were clutched two exotic looking blades, their points plowed down into the sand. The weapons seemed to be two handed, but were wildly curved so as to appear to be a blown-up falchion with a thick, discus-like shape (cut in half) where the “flat end” of the sword would be. The beautiful swords were held in the hand facing the door, acting as a sort of “pathway” towards the gigantic entrance. The other hands were held out, palms up and open, each finger flexed to capacity. To a human, it would appear as though these sentinels were asking for money or tribute in some exaggerated style. In truth, this was the universal symbol among the Selkai for “come and rest.”

As for the Selkai, based on these statues, the landing party could now accurately get a picture of what one looked like…

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BREWAAAAAAWR!

A deafening cry filled the heavens as a wild Sheugueiguei soared over the wreckage; the lumbering Pwe’ckai troop drawing closer and closer to the crash sight. They were grazing lazily on the bounty of life beneath them, closing in more with each passing moment. Two-hundred meters. One-sixty. One-twenty. One-hundred.

They did not take the new “feature” in their path to mean much, as the large omnivores strode towards whatever siege tanks were closest. If the siege tanks, personnel, or whatever defensive implements were not used against them, the Pwe’ckai would pause for a moment. The lead one – larger and tougher-looking than the rest – would move its powerful nose slits to sniff the huge machines. Why wouldn’t anyone fire on them? Because, if they so chose to attack them, the troop would most likely overwhelm the defenses and spell doom to whatever lay outside – not to mention what the enraged beasts may do to the wreckage itself.

As the leader sniffed the tank, it would seem…nervous. It was not expecting this: new smells he had never experienced before. A subtle, low-frequency grunt would emerge from the leader – sounding more like a particularly deep belch – halting his troop where it stood. Each of the monstrous creatures would pause in turn, their tiny, crimson eyes focused on the Grey Leader. Grey would lean in once again, and attempt to take a bite on one of the tanks. However, before he could finish, a sudden paniced cry lit up behind them. The Pwe’ckai would turn around to see all of the grazing animals fleeing from the landing site. Soon, Grey picked up on that sudden…stillness. Regardless of what the little ones did beneath him, there was a quiet in the air. Far too quiet.

Grey would give a soft bellow again, before turning around, pushing his troop away from this place. He knew what that stillness meant. The Hunters were coming.

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The Selkai statues were clearly lizard-like people, their stone features as well preserved as the Gate’s. It was strange, that such wind-ravaged rock would survive for this long. They had hides that seemed like a mixture between snake skin and leather; the detail so exact that one could actually see flaws where individual scales had been lost. Lizard eyes focused forwards, their stern gaze proud and disciplined. Pin-sized holes for ears poked either side of their head, while iguana-like domes rested behind these pricks. There was evidence of hair or spike-like fibers that ran along the top of their head, near the base of their elongated necks. These necks were odd in themselves: a set of fleshy-looking gills carved on the scaled surface. It was impossible to tell whether these were men or women; or if the Selkai even had duel gender. Only a Selkai would know.

As these sentinels guarded the entrance, so did a great creaking sound resound from within the deep hall. As soon as the landing party was about two hundred meters away, two distant figures could be seen near the base of the enormous statues. These were Sh’yal and Kn’yach – two of the thirty designated with closing the Great Doors. This job required keen senses, discipline, and sound judgment; for it took every last member to successfully close the Great Doors. Each Door was nearly twenty meters deep, and towered as high as the Sentinels.

“What is that?” said Sh’yal, squinting her golden eyes as the exploration team grew nearer.

“Bah! Some idiot caravan arriving late, no doubt. And a storm approaching to!” Kn’yach scowled, cupping her clay-colored hands as she called up, “HALT! MOVE NO MORE! WE HAVE TRAVELERS STILL!”

It was when the “carvan” began to whiz towards them did the two women grow tense.

“What caravan moves like that, Sister?” Sh’yal questioned, holding a blade similar to the ones the Sentinels held. “They move as fast as the storm…yet, I have not…ever seen things like them.”

Kn’yach paused, looking back, “Call for help. Bring six Thol of Battle Sisters. Tell them to expect battle.” A cry from behind signaled an acknowledgement, causing Kn’yach to turn back to the fast-approaching creatures.

“Good call, my Sister…” Sh’yal whispered, clutching her blade tightly, preparing it for a greeting, “Perhaps...these are but Old Kalyashe with some brilliant new ploy…”

“We will find out soon enough, Sister…” Kn’yach said, eyes narrowing, “We shall see…”

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Why had the animals run? Why did these enormous beasts turn and flee? The answer would soon be apparent.

They clouded the skies, Sheugueigueis screeching and bellowing, blotting out what little glow one could see through the viscous atmosphere. Circling, soaring, over the downed ship. They moved in two circles – one clockwise, one counter-clockwise – making noises that any human would think were simply ghastly. The formation was clear: frighten whatever these things might be. Make them know that there were Women with the strength and tenacity to fly their Sheugueigueis with such skill. Unless something scared them away, several of these floaters would slowly drift down atop the hulk, resting on the hot metal. These were usually those who were too tired to fly – having been pushed not a day before.

From the cloud, five Sheugrueigueis broke rank and dove down towards the surface. They would fly low; surveying all in a few short passes. Soon enough, the five would land plop down near a few of the siege tanks – assuming no one opened fire on them or caused them duress.

T’tekai was the first to dismount, followed by four other Women of similar garb. The only distinguishing features between them were thin strips of hardened leather painted with brilliant color that rested upon their front. T’tekai’s was blue – the rest red. They would stand near their steeds, waiting for the intruders to present some form of proper Selkai greeting or tribute. They were, after all, well within Kalyashe lands. It is only fitting to present a gift and give homage to these Battle Sisters.

There they were – five imposing Selkai women, draped in obscuring armor and swabs. It was impossible to see their features – even their eyes and hands were covered by something. All one could tell was their height. Each was about three meters tall. T’tekai, standing at about nine-feet, six inches, was the second largest of the group. Each had those Sh’kal blades so similar to the Sentinels – curved, terrible weapons. Each waited with blind pride.

OOC:
Note, the Selkai look like this: http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/Lord_Gabon/Selkai%20Stuff/selkai.jpg.

However, they possess the spike-like backs of these guys here: http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d5/Lord_Gabon/Selkai%20Stuff/Wayne_Barlowe0011.jpg.

The first image Copywrite Daniel Silberberg, 2005, and used with permission (he’s a friend of mine). The second image is Copywrite Wayne Douglas Barlowe, and is used without permission.

Also note, the quality of this post was limited due to my tiredness/focus on work. I promise better stuff in the future!

Also, Sh’kal is the name of the blades and T’tekai is the name of the woman – I mixed these up in my first post.

OOC: Bump, and to catch MM's attention...

((A bump to help, and I'm also noting that I'm following this story intently now. Your posts are exquisite, Selkai. I hope to RP with you in the future!))

This is very well done, I'll be keeping up as well.

The commander of the Siege Tank that was under scrutiny was understandably upset by his inability to simply remove the beast from existence with a volley from his platoons 170mm cannon, but the nearness of the beasts meant that any attempt would destroy at least one tank. His. The Sieged platoon was expecting a mobile opponent, and infantry support, not a herd of omnivores attempting to eat them. It was unsettling in the extreme, especially with the tank commanders gun, and the co-axial mounts offline from the Siege Mode.

"Movement! You will hold your fire until I direct you otherwise."

A chorus of affirmative replies greeted the command, though none of the soldiers safed their weapons, or pointed them away from the rapidly approaching gates. They knew better than to assume that these beings were both friendly, and unable to hurt them, however unlikely it was for simple metals to penetrate any sort of powered armor. They'd have to first penetrate the shields after all.

"We will continue to advance, and deploy at the doorway. The Colonel has authorized me to use deadly force if I feel it necessary. That is not to be confused with when you feel it necessary, unless extenuating circumstances of a very extreme nature exist. That means that unless someone is getting ready to shoot one of us, or stab one of us, or something of that nature, you will hold your fire."

A further chorus of affirmative replies greeted him, and then there was no more time for talk, as they had reached the doors, and the women standing near them.

The Solari about the ship mainly paused in their work to observe the actions of the floating...things. They didn't appear at all dangerous, lacking anything that might be categorized as a heavy weapon by the Terrans. When five landed, and strange creatures dismounted, turrets swiveled to target them, but did not fire. A squad of Marines, seeming more like metallic apparitions than soldiers or suits of armor, appeared around the women, outnumbering them by three to one, and brandishing their preferred Impaler flechette rifles. Another suit of armor, this time wildly different than that of the majority of the Marines stepped forwards. Colonel Forrest was one of the select few chosen for ACS Training, and then returned to the Marines as an officer, one of the Blood Lords. His suit speakers faithfully broadcast his thickly accented English to the waiting women. "Naow Ah ain't got a clue whatchall ahre, where y'all come from, er what yer point is in bein in mah encampment, but we's gonna have tuh get one thing straight first. Y'all in my camp. Ah don't care how many of y'all there is, I can blow you out of the sky with a thought. Naow, y'alls eithuh gonna put youh weapons down real quiet and come with me so's we kin talk better. Unnerstand?"

As the Colonel spoke, point defense guns and secondary batteries, normally employed against armored space fighters, tracked the circling beasts. It was simplicity itself, even though they were ALMOST too slow to track at all. Anyone actually watching the battered hulk would surely notice that portions were already patched over, though the largest rents were still visible. Many might confuse this for weakness, until they noticed that they were being tracked by hundreds of tiny weapons, each more than capable of destroying a siege tank, much less their organic mounts.

OOC: I'm finally done with school and I'm back home now. I'll post in the next few days! Sorry for the delay, mates!

The Selkai;12701598']OOC: I'm finally done with school and I'm back home now. I'll post in the next few days! Sorry for the delay, mates!

It's cool. I've been patient this long after all.

It's cool. I've been patient this long after all.

OOC:

WHO BOY! It would take a long time to explain what's been happening, but let's boil it down to:

2 Jobs
A father who has to travel every other week for work (making me the man of the hourse)
Sickness
And a faulty wireless router

But, I am back! So, give me a bit of time and I'll write up that long-due response ASAP!

Again, I'm sorry for the no-reply!

-Selkai

OOC: Alright! Here we go again! And, MM, please make the division clear between what’s happening in the main settlement and what’s happening at the landing site. Even three plus signs (+++) as a sort of paragraph divider would be keen.

Also, remember – even though these are women, you wouldn’t really know at first glance. No mammary glands means no breasts; and no basis of comparison means you won’t have any idea.

IC:

What a foul, blathering sound! T’tekai nearly cringed at the loathsome, thick words that echoed from that iron-clad Selkai. There was no subtle grace to his words; no delicate milking of every syllable. Blunt, clumsy, and short. How disappointing. T’tekai gave a soft clicking sound; both to admonish this Kalyeshkai and to calm her sisters. After all, the quick advancement of so many peculiar bodies gave even the iron-willed T’tekai a brief lapse of confidence and security. One thing was certain: the terran may as well have said, “I am Rathor, Prince of the Space Monkies! I demand your plantains in biblical quantities!” How could these Selkai know what he was saying? All might have been lost, a mistranslation leading to immediate violence, were it not clear to T’tekai, that this more fancifully adorned being was the Battle Matron of this congregation.

Those strange, bulky sticks made of steel must be their weapons, thought T’tekai, as her grip tightened around her crystalline blade, gaze never leaving that lead suit of armor. What to do…what to do…

T’tekai gave a soft exhalation, before speaking in her low, husky voice.

“Tnyakewai, s’keyekai. T’tekai n’shagueiat. S’tkekent.”

To the Terran ears, it would be quite an odd infusion of sounds. Each “K” was spoken hard, like the cracking of bone or the snapping of a dried branch. “Guei” was given a throaty, gulping sound – almost as a bullfrog calling in the steamy night. The overall effect was…well, beautiful. Even if human ears could not pick up all the subtle enunciations that the Selkai’s double-vocal chords could produce, the effect was still quite pleasant. A rhythmic, calming beat followed the words – making it seem more like poetry reading than actual speech.

Head still swathed in heavy garb, T’tekai could not help but feel some form of trust had to be established between these two. No doubt, even outnumbered, one or more of her battle sisters would perish if conflict ensued. Therefore, as a Battle Matron, she would need to keep the precious lives of her people as safe as possible.

T’tekai raised her blade directly out wards, holding the handle in a loose, uncomfortable manor. To anyone familiar with close-combat weaponry, it would be clear she could not effectively strike against someone with her blade as such. Moreover, as she lifted her weapon so did the sisters around her do the same: loose-grip, pointed straight outwards. T’tekai, her right hand still clutching her sword, brought her left towards her face, pulling the leather back quietly. Lizard-like features were immediately prominent, as those golden, disciplined eyes bore into the Metal One’s Battle Matron. Even if the Terran was experienced in battle – something about those eyes would seem…uncanny. As though she were a far more aged, dangerous entity than one would think.

It may not have be clear to the humans; but such a sign was meant as a gesture of kindness. Raising weapons meant that there could be no tricks – the means of death well within one’s enemies’ view. To a Selkai, the tension would be lifted – a sign of kindness and trust almost impossible to refuse. But, the longer T’tekai observed these strange...things…the more and more she began to wonder their origin. Certainly not Tntal…not Kalyashe. Not even Thanith; though that would be odd to find one so far West. A calculating, quizzical stare was affixed on T’tekai’s brow as she milled over the warriors before her; silently praying that Icarie would shine on them today…

OOC: I’m going to wait before posting what happened at the Gate, mainly because I’m not entirely sure what MM’s people are doing there.

*Sigh* It feels good to be back to posting!