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Post by Mequidra on Sept 8, 2003 20:41:20 GMT -5
As heat rose from the charred ground, Mequidra slowly slid along next to his new allies. Looking across the flame-scorched land, he spied buildings in the distance.
[glow=gold,2,300]"We are here. Cethyn, the humans here will provide you with all of the food you will need, and the bodies I desire. Kruck, the weapons here will prove useful to both of us. Let us depart for Vogran."[/glow]
Mequidra looked over at the insect. He was slightly on edge after watching it eat - the event resembled the emptying of a soft drink from a cup - but was not worried. In this place, even a herd of shapeshifters could stay their thirst for fresh corpses.
[glow=gold,2,300]"Do what you will to these creatures, Cethyn, but leave the cadavers for me. I need them."[/glow]
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Post by Araxis on Sept 8, 2003 21:10:55 GMT -5
"Excellent," Cethyn stated tonelessly. "An impressive Hive. We do not immediately require sustenance, though such a large population will prove a useful resource in the days to come. And we have no use with corpses; only with the live humans."
Cethyn basked in the warmth. It reminded him of his homeworld, an inferno planet that never cooled. Even hot as it was, Cethyn would not be able to remove his skin suit and survive, but with the combined heat of sun, volcano, and skin suit, he felt comfortable rather than slightly cold. He extended his antennae to wave them about, and found the taste of the place was permeated with that of humans. He retracted his antennae.
"Now to address our next dilemma. We must find our target, Fehlyrr, Grand Admiral of the Alpha Centauri Warfleet. Do you know where we can find her?" Cethyn regarded the two beings beside him, believing they would know where she was. "We were told she would be here, on Alpha Centauri Prime, when we arrived."
((Cethyn does not realize he is not on Alpha Centauri Prime, but Fyia. Grand Admiral Fehlyrr is the target he was sent to assassinate by the Cython, but she has been dead for thousands of years, due to the fact that Cethyn has been drifting in space in coldsleep (hibernation) for millenia, and has only just awakened. Cethyn knows none of this. I hope you got that explanation.))
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Post by Mequidra on Sept 8, 2003 23:02:49 GMT -5
[glow=gold,2,300]" . . . Cethyn. Do you actually know where you are? This is not Alpha Centurai Prime. Or indeed anywhere near Alpha Centurai. I think, though, that your target is dead. Shapeshifters overtook that planet almost one thousand years ago."[/glow]
Mequidra gave Cethyn a sideways glance. What was this thing? First an insect, next an assassin . . . Well, if assassination was what it was about, Mequidra was the shapeshifter for the job.
[glow=gold,2,300]"What planet are you from?"[/glow]
The morpher had a suspicion that he knew what was wrong with Cethyn. He hoped it would not be confirmed.
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Post by Araxis on Sept 8, 2003 23:14:01 GMT -5
Cethyn was . . . surprised. He had never imagined that he was not on Apha Centauri Prime. And if what this Mequidra spoke was true . . . then Cethyn no longer had a purpose. Without the Hive to give him new orders, Cethyn became . . . confused and lost, uncertain what to do next. "Our homeworld is Orion Prime. We are not on Alpha Centauri Prime? Where, then, are we?"
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Post by Kruck on Sept 9, 2003 8:57:59 GMT -5
"we are on a planet called 'fyia'. Yeah , I'm sure your thinking, 'what the heck? s this planet fyia?" an dthat you've never heard of it, but dunt worry about it, yup, yup." Kruck rambled on as they walked down the cobbled street. The call of vendors calling out to you, selling their whares and people talking was all mixed together in this busy city.
About five minutes later, Kruck spotted a weapons shop, and looking in, spotted few people in it, which was agood thing, right? "Hey Mequidra how bout here?"
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Post by Mequidra on Sept 9, 2003 21:18:46 GMT -5
[glow=gold,2,300]"Do not fear, Cethyn. You would be valuable to us. And if you cannot recieve new orders, you are a free insect. I am aware, that you cannot comprehend this, but it will make itself painfully clear over time."[/glow]
Mequidra grew less confident as he spoke. He, himself, had recieved no new orders from the Arbiter, the supreme ruler of the shapeshifters. He wondered if something had happened he should know about. He peered into the store window.
[glow=gold,2,300]"This will do fine, Kruck. Let us enter . . . [/glow]
He melted to the ground and slid under the door, reforming on the other side.
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Post by Araxis on Sept 9, 2003 21:49:15 GMT -5
Cethyn had no idea what Mequidra had just stated, for the Cython had neither concept of freedom, nor a word for it. Uncertain what to do next, Cethyn decided to simply follow Mequidra. If he could not communicate with the Overseer and his Hive, then he would find a new Overseer from which to recieve orders, and a new Hive to act on behalf of. Until such time as the Overseer and Hive answered, Mequidra would do fine for a substitute Overseer.
Observing Mequidra slide under the door, Cethyn attempted to follow through the window, having never encountered glass before. He stepped through easily enough, smashing through the glass and causing it to rain down in a musical hail. Perplexed, Cethyn looked about him as the glass shards bounced off his trench coat and skin suit, spilling them everywhere. When he moved, Cethyn heard the sound of crunching glass as he trod across it with his heavy boots.
"What manner of substance is this?" He asked Mequidra and Kruck, the buzzing voice of the translator rasping out in its monotone. "Just moments before there was nothing here. Have we stepped through a force field of some form?"
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Post by Mequidra on Sept 9, 2003 22:55:27 GMT -5
Mequidra turned around slowly and looked at the enormous mess that had just been made by his insectoid friend.
[glow=gold,2,300]"It is glass, Cethyn. A very slow liquid used to allow for vision while still providing light protection. Very useful, actually. Now, allow me to show you what we do to humans."[/glow]
The shapeshifter's hands melted away slowly, and then shot into the shape of automatic weapons. He unloaded hundreds of bullets in terminally accurate directions. Blood splattered against the walls behind the slaugheted humans, and their screams filled the air as the energy was removed from them. Within seconds, he, Kruck, and Cethyn were the only living beings within the store.
[glow=gold,2,300]"Cethyn, you must eat. Kruck, take what weapons you desire."[/glow]
The shapeshifter slid up to a human. A look of horrified surprise was upon his face, frozen by the bullets in his forehead and chest. He placed his hand on the being's head, and slowly melted it into his body.
[glow=gold,2,300]Now the infiltration ends, and the war begins.[/glow]
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Post by Kruck on Sept 10, 2003 11:57:04 GMT -5
"Cool!" Kruck stated simply, moving towards a pile of guns. Picking a three small pistols up, he stuffed them, along with a silencer, into his trenchcoat. Scanning the room for anything else useful to him, his eyes stopped, resting on a stash of bullets. He walked over and grinning picked them up, stuffing them too into his trenchcoat.
He looked over at Cethyn and Mequidra. "You guys want me to get you any guns?" he asked, indicating the various guns with a ave of his hand.
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Post by Araxis on Sept 10, 2003 17:01:23 GMT -5
Cethyn observed the carnage passively. Human life was of no value. Indeed, not even Cython life was valuable. Only the Overseer had any worth. He walked over to one of the still-warm corpses and picked it up. Before partaking of his meal, Cethyn's antennae extended and danced around the body, making certain it would be nutritious, and, finding that it would be, he retracted them.Lightning fast, his proboscis shot into the body and Cethyn began to dine. When the cadaver was sucked dry, he cast it aside and turned to Kruck and asked of Mequidra, "We assume that this human is an exception."
The Cython's second pair of arms handed his machine gun up to his pirmary arms. Showing it to Kruck, he requested, "Are there any guns more efficient than this one?" It appeared fairly crude, of Cython make and therefore designed more for efficiency than looks. "It has a high calibre and a high rate of fire."
As his primary arms exhibited the machine gun, one of his secondary arms fished around in one of the deep pockets, and pulled out a semi-automatic pistol that also seemed crude. "And is there anything more efficient than this? We also require a greater store of ammunition than we currently have."
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Post by Kruck on Sept 11, 2003 11:23:54 GMT -5
"Sure thing!" kruck looked around him, and spotted a shiny new automatic rifle. Picking it up, the morning sun shining on it made it gleam. Grinning, Kruck also picked up several boxes of bullets around him. Walking over to Cethyn, he put them down in front of the creature. "How are these?"
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Post by Mequidra on Sept 11, 2003 16:12:39 GMT -5
Mequidra said nothing. He enveloped the human's entire body with himself. Suddenly, he retreated. He stood looking at the body, an intent look of curiosity on his face. The corpse began to shiver, and then the skin started to boil. It slowly turned to a light bronze color, and then melted. Abruptly, and without warning, it exploded, showering Mequidra with peices of half-mutated flesh. He stood there looking at it.
[glow=gold,2,300]"Mmm. It doesn't work on humans? That is . . . Odd. Or have I merely made a mistake? This is not going to aid me."[/glow]
He looked back to his companions. Determination was in his eyes, but he spoke with the same calmness he always did.
[glow=gold,2,300]"It would appear that something is wrong. In any case, Fyia will not suit my needs. But . . . I am unable to leave, so . . .[/glow]
A thought suddenly struck the shapeshifter. He was physically unable to leave until every living thing on this planet had been changed. He was stuck. Permanantly.
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Post by Prokhorov on Sept 11, 2003 16:16:55 GMT -5
(((Mequidra this isn't fair! You haven't told us what those who are fighing you can do! You're not supposed to be unstoppable, that's powerplaying!!  ))) (((BTW, I said this BEFORE Mequidra changed his post))) |
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Post by Mequidra on Sept 11, 2003 16:47:25 GMT -5
((Yeah, I know. I figured someone wouldn't approve. Sigh. Anyway, I'll change what he's doing on Fyia so he's less powerful. I am truly sorry to everyone I've inconvenienced.))
((I did the same thing Prok did. I think these should stay here to remind me, though.))
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Post by Araxis on Sept 11, 2003 17:20:43 GMT -5
Looking down at the weapons Kruck had dropped before him, Cethyn stated quite simply, "These will do." He cast aside his machine gun and picked up the new automatic rifle, loading it. He turned to the wall and fired, accustoming himself to the weapon's peculiarities. After a few rounds fired thus, Cethyn pocketed the bullets and slung the rifle under his trench coat.
As Mequidra melted into the corpse, Cethyn looked onwards. He observed curiously as the shapeshifter stepped back and the cadaver began to mutate. When the body unexpectedly exploded, he extended his antennae and waved them about, trying to figure out what had happened, tasting the chunks that showered him. "What are you attempting, Mequidra? What do we do now?"
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