Akavari
28-07-2007, 10:40
“How could this happen?” echoed the voice through the Hall of The Omniscient. “How the hell did he get access to the Sanctum of Artifacts?”
“We are not sure,” came the reply with a worried tone. “We are waiting for the footage of the event to be slowed sufficiently to find out.”
“’Slowed Sufficiently’? What do you mean by that exactly?” The figures came into view and it showed a man and woman walking down towards the council chambers. The woman was tall with long brown hair and green eyes while the man was shorter and bald. The man wore green robes with two shoulder plates stretching out like miniature wings while the woman wore a knee length dress.
“There was something we missed on the footage,” said the man. “The tech’s are looking into it now. But it doesn’t really matter how he did it, the fact is he has it now.”
“So what are we going to do about it?” the woman said, stopping and standing in front of the man to slow him as well. “He broke into the Sanctum for Gods Sake, how do we stop him?”
“I am going to call a motion to summon him.” The man said, noting with slight satisfaction her slight twitch. “He has dealt with this one before, he has the most experience with dealing with him.”
“But he is a vagabond! An eccentric adventurer who has been exiled. Why would he work for us?” the woman looked panicked as if she was being told she was going to be murdered, and sounded as if she had just found out her husband had been cheating on her.
“Offer him what he asks,” came the solemn reply. “And I mean anything, if he wants his exile revoked, then do it, he wants a new ship he can take the damn flagship of the fleet. If he asks for a shot out of the Deemats, let him aim up the sites and pull the trigger. There is nothing we can give him that would do more damage then this maniac holding onto that weapon.”
“I am not happy about doing this.” She said as they began to walk again.
“Look on the bright side,” the man, said as he overtook her, “The chances of him surviving are pretty much a million to one.”
“I think he has that kind of Luck.” She muttered as the man in front of her Laughed.
-=-=-
Bu-dump.
“Oh Nutmeg…” the voice came from a man oddly dressed standing inside a semi-circular panel. He was tall and was wearing a Black Leather Trench coat under which he had a black suit with no tie, white runners sat on his feet and he was wearing black-sunglasses. If he hadn’t been wearing them, one would have been presented with blue eyes, and his hair was a Blue Black. He wasn’t heavily built, more with the general body of someone who spends much of their time bounding around.
His curse, though odd, was that he was 23,000 Light Years and Four Meters off Corse, the last four because he had been thrown from his seat to the floor in the landing. He jumped up and inspected himself, brushed off his jacket for no real reason and began to toy with the controls.
“Where the hell are we?” he said, bringing up a display. He looked at the main window, which he removed the protection of and looked out. “Well fuck me…” He said looking out at the Imperial Parliament.
“Ry…” came a voice, but it was rudely interrupted by a shout from inside.
“Don’t you dare!” he screamed, bounding out of his vessel and into the Parliament chambers. “That’s not my name! Not anymore!”
“Apologies,” the offender said, and looked over his notes. “Although I cannot find any change in name. None official.”
“Cause I didn’t change it,” the man standing before the 460 Members of Parliament. He stood there before them and reached up and touched a single point of his chest. He was hiding turmoil in his mind. Part of him was elated at being home, another part fearful as to why he had been summoned, and one other part well down inside him screaming for him to kill them all. To the latter, he did what he had done for the last Nine Hundred Years. He ignored it. “I am The Captain.”
“Captain of…” the speaker said.
“Just Captain.” The Captain said simply, “No what am I doing here exactly?”
“Three hours ago,” The speaker said, turning to a screen that hung above the assembly. “The Emperor broke into the Sanctum of Artifacts and took this.” An image came up on screen which showed a single long wire, on one end it had two circles and on the other to parts of metal perpendicular to the main wire. Along the wire’s length where bumps and patterns, all etched in stunning detail. “This is a key to one of the Hostile Irony Gun.”
“He has the Key!?” Shouted the Captain looking up at the speaker. “How in the Gods Grace did he get his hands on that?”
“He has allied himself with something,” the speaker said looking uncomfortable. “We believe he is going to use his new allies, along with the now Operational Hostile Irony Gun, to try and claim back his absurd claim on the throne.”
“Its not an absurd claim!” shouted a member of the crowd. “If it was we would call him by his name. The fact is we know his claim to the throne is legitimate, it’s the power he wants to wield we fear him for.”
“The members of Parliament will stay silent for the duration of this session.” Shot down the speaker, turning to her. “That was the agreement.” He turned back to The Captain and smiled. “Captain, this Parliament is at a loss of what to do, and the Lady Regent is not much more able to help. We haven’t got a clue where he would go or what he would do now he has this. Thus, this Parliament, and the Lady Regent, is willing to offer you what you desire to become an Agent of the Empire and hunt down the Emperor before he does something horrible. For the duration you will have anything you require.”
“Before I accept, I have a question.” He began to stride around the room, studying each person he could see, before fixing his gaze on the speaker. “Does this Parliament know the Location of the Prophet of Aun?”
“This Parliament is aware of the first step in reaching the Prophet.” Came the Speakers voice. “To go straight to her would be pointless, as unless you complete the tasks she will not accept you. Do you wish to know the location of the first step, is this the reward you desire?” the Parliament before him fussed slightly as he nodded, excitement passing through as one by one they realised his banishment wasn’t going to be revoked.
“One other thing, I want to be able to resupply things for Alyan, and she gets to keep the body I get for this mission.” He looked back at the speaker and put his hands in his pockets. He stood still, watching.
“So long as you do not leave the dock to enter the city, this is acceptable. Session Adjourned, come back with news of success Captain, we will transfer the relevant files to Alyan.” The room quickly began to empty. The Captain felt elated, taking off his sunglasses he reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace that had a pendant of a stylised sun on it. He kissed it and smiled, before bounding away back into the ship.
“Well that went well.” He said as he jumped into his seat.
{OoC: Righto, here is the deal. Obviously you can’t get involved yet, but you can soon. If you can work out my inspiration…I dunno, you get a slap on the wrist of something. The Captain is going to start searching through the Local worlds, trying to find any evidence of the Emperor’s Presence around. This is where you guys come in, I am looking for people who are willing to Have the Captain around, possibly even have the Emperor at some point after now test his toys out. Also some nations who don’t know anything about the Emperor but still wish to be involved, we can work this out via the Captain picking up some of your citizens to come along for the fun, needless to say however you need to RP this character rather then leaving him on the ship.
Righto people, thanks for reading, oh, and no IC posts till the end of the next post at least, there is still some pre-story to set up.}
“We are not sure,” came the reply with a worried tone. “We are waiting for the footage of the event to be slowed sufficiently to find out.”
“’Slowed Sufficiently’? What do you mean by that exactly?” The figures came into view and it showed a man and woman walking down towards the council chambers. The woman was tall with long brown hair and green eyes while the man was shorter and bald. The man wore green robes with two shoulder plates stretching out like miniature wings while the woman wore a knee length dress.
“There was something we missed on the footage,” said the man. “The tech’s are looking into it now. But it doesn’t really matter how he did it, the fact is he has it now.”
“So what are we going to do about it?” the woman said, stopping and standing in front of the man to slow him as well. “He broke into the Sanctum for Gods Sake, how do we stop him?”
“I am going to call a motion to summon him.” The man said, noting with slight satisfaction her slight twitch. “He has dealt with this one before, he has the most experience with dealing with him.”
“But he is a vagabond! An eccentric adventurer who has been exiled. Why would he work for us?” the woman looked panicked as if she was being told she was going to be murdered, and sounded as if she had just found out her husband had been cheating on her.
“Offer him what he asks,” came the solemn reply. “And I mean anything, if he wants his exile revoked, then do it, he wants a new ship he can take the damn flagship of the fleet. If he asks for a shot out of the Deemats, let him aim up the sites and pull the trigger. There is nothing we can give him that would do more damage then this maniac holding onto that weapon.”
“I am not happy about doing this.” She said as they began to walk again.
“Look on the bright side,” the man, said as he overtook her, “The chances of him surviving are pretty much a million to one.”
“I think he has that kind of Luck.” She muttered as the man in front of her Laughed.
-=-=-
Bu-dump.
“Oh Nutmeg…” the voice came from a man oddly dressed standing inside a semi-circular panel. He was tall and was wearing a Black Leather Trench coat under which he had a black suit with no tie, white runners sat on his feet and he was wearing black-sunglasses. If he hadn’t been wearing them, one would have been presented with blue eyes, and his hair was a Blue Black. He wasn’t heavily built, more with the general body of someone who spends much of their time bounding around.
His curse, though odd, was that he was 23,000 Light Years and Four Meters off Corse, the last four because he had been thrown from his seat to the floor in the landing. He jumped up and inspected himself, brushed off his jacket for no real reason and began to toy with the controls.
“Where the hell are we?” he said, bringing up a display. He looked at the main window, which he removed the protection of and looked out. “Well fuck me…” He said looking out at the Imperial Parliament.
“Ry…” came a voice, but it was rudely interrupted by a shout from inside.
“Don’t you dare!” he screamed, bounding out of his vessel and into the Parliament chambers. “That’s not my name! Not anymore!”
“Apologies,” the offender said, and looked over his notes. “Although I cannot find any change in name. None official.”
“Cause I didn’t change it,” the man standing before the 460 Members of Parliament. He stood there before them and reached up and touched a single point of his chest. He was hiding turmoil in his mind. Part of him was elated at being home, another part fearful as to why he had been summoned, and one other part well down inside him screaming for him to kill them all. To the latter, he did what he had done for the last Nine Hundred Years. He ignored it. “I am The Captain.”
“Captain of…” the speaker said.
“Just Captain.” The Captain said simply, “No what am I doing here exactly?”
“Three hours ago,” The speaker said, turning to a screen that hung above the assembly. “The Emperor broke into the Sanctum of Artifacts and took this.” An image came up on screen which showed a single long wire, on one end it had two circles and on the other to parts of metal perpendicular to the main wire. Along the wire’s length where bumps and patterns, all etched in stunning detail. “This is a key to one of the Hostile Irony Gun.”
“He has the Key!?” Shouted the Captain looking up at the speaker. “How in the Gods Grace did he get his hands on that?”
“He has allied himself with something,” the speaker said looking uncomfortable. “We believe he is going to use his new allies, along with the now Operational Hostile Irony Gun, to try and claim back his absurd claim on the throne.”
“Its not an absurd claim!” shouted a member of the crowd. “If it was we would call him by his name. The fact is we know his claim to the throne is legitimate, it’s the power he wants to wield we fear him for.”
“The members of Parliament will stay silent for the duration of this session.” Shot down the speaker, turning to her. “That was the agreement.” He turned back to The Captain and smiled. “Captain, this Parliament is at a loss of what to do, and the Lady Regent is not much more able to help. We haven’t got a clue where he would go or what he would do now he has this. Thus, this Parliament, and the Lady Regent, is willing to offer you what you desire to become an Agent of the Empire and hunt down the Emperor before he does something horrible. For the duration you will have anything you require.”
“Before I accept, I have a question.” He began to stride around the room, studying each person he could see, before fixing his gaze on the speaker. “Does this Parliament know the Location of the Prophet of Aun?”
“This Parliament is aware of the first step in reaching the Prophet.” Came the Speakers voice. “To go straight to her would be pointless, as unless you complete the tasks she will not accept you. Do you wish to know the location of the first step, is this the reward you desire?” the Parliament before him fussed slightly as he nodded, excitement passing through as one by one they realised his banishment wasn’t going to be revoked.
“One other thing, I want to be able to resupply things for Alyan, and she gets to keep the body I get for this mission.” He looked back at the speaker and put his hands in his pockets. He stood still, watching.
“So long as you do not leave the dock to enter the city, this is acceptable. Session Adjourned, come back with news of success Captain, we will transfer the relevant files to Alyan.” The room quickly began to empty. The Captain felt elated, taking off his sunglasses he reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace that had a pendant of a stylised sun on it. He kissed it and smiled, before bounding away back into the ship.
“Well that went well.” He said as he jumped into his seat.
{OoC: Righto, here is the deal. Obviously you can’t get involved yet, but you can soon. If you can work out my inspiration…I dunno, you get a slap on the wrist of something. The Captain is going to start searching through the Local worlds, trying to find any evidence of the Emperor’s Presence around. This is where you guys come in, I am looking for people who are willing to Have the Captain around, possibly even have the Emperor at some point after now test his toys out. Also some nations who don’t know anything about the Emperor but still wish to be involved, we can work this out via the Captain picking up some of your citizens to come along for the fun, needless to say however you need to RP this character rather then leaving him on the ship.
Righto people, thanks for reading, oh, and no IC posts till the end of the next post at least, there is still some pre-story to set up.}