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Maddyn September 6, 2014 04:53 AM

[Group F] We All Die Trying To Get It Right
Timestamp: Final Battle.

Harsh wings battered against the rickety airboat that had been commandeered for the express purposes of the assault team’s entry into Katara as it drew ever closer to the Solace shipyards. It was a tiny, wooden construct little better than a hot air balloon. In fact, the only variation being that instead of a basket it was most definitely a boat hitched up to the inflated fabric. Room for five? Hardly, three was pushing it, and so, the assault team was subjected to some rather confined quarters indeed.

The shadow of Katara in the distance, the Airship Georgia drifted lazily towards the behemoth that was carving a path through the skies.

At the base of the unsound airboat were a number of metal rods with an affixed grappling hook and a canister with a fuse. A number of other small metal orbs with fuses could also be found rolling about as the airboat swayed terribly. ‘Icarus’ suits had been provided – little better than a leather harness that contained a gadgeteer devised spring-loaded set of wings for gliding if everything went pear shaped.

Nestled in, directing the airship airboat was a rather battered, fire scarred man in his mid-fifties or possibly early sixties. He wore an old Imperial Guard uniform that bore the livery of Aelyria Prime and the faded rankings of a Lieutenant General. Surly of face with a broken nose and pug-like jowls, Heldenhammer was balding with closely cropped silver hair and an unlit cigar that was being gnawed upon angrily. One Lieutenant General Lorian Vincent Heldenhammer.

Group F:
* Ko’Riel Tel’Sei
* Dara Hakim
* Noe
* Shiro Shimizu

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei September 17, 2014 05:57 PM


So word of his theories and their practical applications against the Xet had apparently spread around a bit. Fancy bracelets everywhere that fractured the anti-arcana carapace that so vexed other mages. The sea elf was pretty happy about that, seeing his work get some actual use in the fight against the Xet.

Why he was in an airboat, though, that was something he was less happy about. The last time Ko'Riel had been in something like this a bunch of undead had shown up and ruined everybody's day. That jaunt down down Arkdun hadn't been a great one. Not to mention the ship was as old and rickety as their pilot.

He had no idea why they were up here. But they'd put him up here with a bunch of other people and he wasn't one to question the judgement of the people who had directed him to do so. Presumably, they had reasons for it. They were probably good ones.

Ko'Riel had his flute. He'd brought along a drum, too. Good to go.

Shiro Shimizu September 19, 2014 12:28 AM

This was annoying. No, beyond annoying. Shiro was mad.

He sat, or as well as he could, with his legs tucked up next to his chest and his sword pulled out between them. Both hands rested lightly on its hilt as turquoise eyes gleamed at one and then the others of his companions, stuffed like so many fish inside this barrel of a psychotic, suicidal contraption that was now taking them through the air—the air. He never should have come on this fool's errand to begin with, and he was an idiot for assuming that this would have been worth his time at the end anyway.

He snorted, loudly, and shook his head, sending thick strands of pure white hair splashing against the sides of his face. He didn't even know why they were here or what they were doing or any part of their mission, really; someone had explained it to Shiro probably, but he had successfully managed to tune out all of it behind his irritated thoughts and his realization that that sickly girl was around him again. Where had she gone off to, anyway? It had been eras since he'd seen or heard of Noe, and now she happens to show her face here of all places?

Odd. He frowned slightly, moving the motion over from one side of the corners of his lips to the other, as he glanced sidelong at the sea elf who was carrying...instruments. Musical instruments? The hell was he going to do with those? Gods, he was on a ridiculous piece of wood and metal that was flying with total and complete idiots. What was that blue-faced painting mistake planning on doing, singing all the Xet to death?

Shiro snorted again. The edge of his chin rested lightly on the edge of the guard on his sword. There was a small, ill-used dagger kept close to the side of his hip but no other weapon on the diminutive half-Kemite boy. Yet his posture bespoke of one far more accustomed to fighting for his right to live than he was in receiving it. He'd left behind the usual hood and cloak and ignored all the questions about his utter lack of armor or protective gear, having opted instead for a simple tunic and trousers and, of course, his sword.

So he sat, waiting, fuming, annoyed and frustrated, and wondering if that fatty dwarf of a man had ever heard of the idea of a bath in the last century. Wherever they were going had best be worth it, or else that itching feeling in the very flow of his blood mind soon be hard to fully control.

Maddyn September 27, 2014 11:39 PM

“Talkative bunch aren’t you lot?” Heldenhammer gruffed, the words marred by the cigar as it rolled from one side of his mouth to the other as the bulk of Katara loomed alongside the derelict airboat. “Right is right. Let’s get this show on the road. Intelligence, most certainly not Military Intelligence, so rest safe there that our fates aren’t in the hands of those incompetent loons – have identified a weapons battery in the F4 section of the target ‘Sunbase Katara’. We are to take it apart before it gets in range of the evacuations on Solace.”

A gesture at the Icarus harness that Heldenhammer wore that contained a pair of buttons – one on the left, one on the right. “Release wings on your left. Retract on your right. Got that? Nice and simple. Once we’re in range, you’re to jump over the side and hit the left button after the count of three. Too soon and you’ll hit the side of the ship and won’t that be just a laugh. Too late, and you’re no good to us.”

There was a grim smile from the battered Lieutenant Commander as worn teeth were revealed in what might have otherwise been a rictus of terror if not for the look in the man’s eye that was quite possibly suicidal glee. “And just to make things interesting. Airboat we’re on? Loaded with explosives.”

Swinging himself up onto the edge of the airboat, one hand clasping one of the ropes that tethered the barge to the balloon, Heldenhammer gave a curt nod to the small group. “On my mark. And GO!”

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei September 28, 2014 01:38 PM

...welp. Ko'Riel would just nod. Seemed like Heldenhammer knew everything they needed to know, so there wasn't much to say. Get on Katara, blow up the thing, get out. Seemed simple enough.

And go? Go.

Just follow directions, right? Jump over the side... try to get the timing right, hit the left button? Hopefully he wouldn't just smash into the side of the ship. That'd be bad.

Shiro Shimizu October 4, 2014 11:26 PM

He glanced once over at the dwarf, wondering how such a god-awful smelling piece of flesh could put together more than one intelligible word in a row. The boy scowled slightly and turned his head, hands still clasped loosely around the bottom of the hilt of his sword. He sighed, shaking his head slightly before glancing back out to the side of the airship once more. It was hard to imagine that nothing but thinness and gas existed between them and the solid ground below, and that they would soon be hurtling through it, but he shook the thought away almost as quickly as it formed.

He frowned, using his grip again to stabilize himself as Shiro stood up. A few light stretches moved through his cramped legs, and then the boy made his way over toward the harnesses that the dwarf continued to explain in painful detail and length. Right to fly, left to—no, left? Shiro's scowl grew as his hand raised to finger at the buttons, thinking.

But not for long.

In one fluid motion, the boy had his sword strap slung back over across his chest and the scabbard thudding lightly against his back. He glanced once again at the dwarf, then back over at the useless blue-skin, and then placed his finger pointedly on the button on the left.

And then he jumped.

The wind rushed past his ears with frightening fervor, and for a moment he lost his tactile connection with the button on his left. He felt a trickle of fear for a moment as he grabbed for it desperately, and then simply resorted to hitting that particular side of his chest hard with his fist to send the wings spread wide across his back.

Hopefully that was three...or so.

Maddyn October 5, 2014 10:06 PM

Over the airships railing one by one they went; the whoosh of air rushing past the trio as they dove overboard. There was a winding, crackling sound as the mechanism to deploy the wings released – Heldenhammer’s snapping open first to deploy the canvas and steel frame that seemed to sent the veteran soldier suddenly ascending as Ko’Riel and Shiro plummeted a second or so longer. Ko’Riel’s activated with ease. Shiro’s on the other hand… not quite so much as they seemed to lock up at a partial extension that buffered the descent even if not quite slowing it down to quite the speed that was ideal.

Down they went; Shiro moving twice as fast as the other two towards Sunbase Katara in what was proving to be a less than sensible deployment plan as the dingy little airship smashed into the side of Katara. Bombs detonating up above as it tore through the side of the ship…

…and Shiro, slowed, but far from it being at an ideal speed. Below; glass planes that were reinforced by iron struts. The impact; glass breaking around the Vampire as what would have been an otherwise lethal impact was… well, unpleasant, but survivable. Thud.

Shiro on the ground, surrounded by broken glass and bleeding out from a half dozen cuts. The thirst for blood intensifying as his body began to automatically heal the numerous broken bones and injuries. An opening into Katara that Heldenhammer and Ko’Riel could make their way towards – something Vincent Heldenhammer was certainly doing at any rate.

The room Shiro had landed in was positively brimming with plantlife. He’d fallen into what looked like a greenhouse.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei October 6, 2014 12:57 PM

Interesting contraption. But it seemed like one of them hadn't quite gotten it to work. One could hope that it'd turn out fine. Oh. Well. That was a lot of glass. Ko'Riel wasn't entirely sure how well that might work out for the lad, but nothing much they could do about it now. Had a job to do, after all. Casualties were a part of war, weren't they? Still, maybe he was all right.

Nothing much they could do now. He'd follow after Heldenhammer.

Shiro Shimizu October 11, 2014 12:45 AM

That...was probably not the brightest moment of Shiro Shimizu's life.

He realized that all far, far too late as his initial pressing of the button—left or right again?—on the mechanical wings began to grow more and more panicked and frantic as he saw the land come rushing up fast upon his senses. It...wasn't...working...His palm hit hard on the band across his chest, caring little about the bruises he was surely creating underneath its constant pounding as he tried to force the contraption open by sheer angry will.

"OPEN!" he screamed, a word loud and yet thoroughly lost in the sound of the air moving so furiously around them, and then he felt that satisfying and comforting thud. His body pulled back, beginning to slow underneath the flux of the breeze, and the boy's fear began to slowly settle appropriately. At least it worked. Whether or not that was a credit to that ugly beard-man remained to be seen.

That sense of peace was dangerously short-lived however as he began to realize that while slowed, it wasn't really slow at all. He recoiled, trying to move his shoulder in the way of the inevitable impact with the ground, but it was all too late. He felt it, or more accurately him, collide with the hard and unforgiving ground below in one terrible blow. The world shattered into a thousand pieces and he felt each of the cuts grate and scratch against his skin as it did. What did he hit? It didn't feel like ground or rock or tree or any of the things that the Kemite boy had been expected, but...

...he didn't have much time to think about that either as he skidded hard against a smooth—smooth?—floor, still dragging along the little shades of glass like a shower as he did. Experience then took over as he tucked his appendages into himself and barreled into a roll, trying to gain control of his momentum and direction enough to slow it down and move it somewhere away from obstacles and that painfully sharp scattered glass. He skidded and then took one more long, deliberate thought before he dug his heels in and thrust himself upward, trying to burst into a standing position against the push and force.

Instantly upon regaining his feet his hand was over his shoulder and the sword was out of scabbard and now extended in hand, sharpened, cutting edge away and at whatever threat or enemy or something that had the misfortune to be the first thing that moved and thus garnered his attention. That scowl, deep and terrible as it was, formed again on the boy's face as his abrasive wounds slowly began to heal courtesy of the supernatural "gift" granted by that trip in the ziggurat, and then took off in the nearest direction that had any semblance of appearance of leading onward into the structure, and ran.

Maddyn October 11, 2014 11:03 PM

Into the jungle Ko’Riel and Heldenhammer went; landing more or less in the same area as where Shiro had advanced upon the target at a more extreme pace. Such as it was that the pair could see where a bone in his shoulderblade had punctured the flesh only to slowly restore itself before their very eyes. The blades of grass were bent flat and littered with broken glass shards from Shiro’s fall; each step creating a crunching sound that prevented any further chance of espionage in the attack (if ever there had been such an opportunity).

But Shiro was already drawing his sword and advancing even as the other two were only just now landing. Lush green foliage, a shout behind Shiro of “Hold up!” from Heldenhammer that was accompanied by a curse that in some areas of Arium would have been a grave insult in regards to the Kemite’s parentage. The air was hot and heavy, the air ‘greenhouse’ proving to be difficult to breathe in.

Shiro made first contact, the thirst rising steadily within as he countered a pair of Raptorians. All tan with dark brown stripes, the duo wore a large number of leather bandoliers containing various blades and a bronze collar around their neck. There was a fleeting moment of recognition, the understanding that Shiro wasn’t supposed to be in this area, and a hissed warcry in a language that the Kemite didn’t understand. Two Raptorians, both reaching for the short bronze blades they wore and moving to assault the diminutive Vampyre.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei October 14, 2014 12:34 PM

Oh. Was the swordsman a thaumaturge? That was pretty neat.

So he was going to be fighting the Xet then, maybe. Perhaps Heldenhammer too. Ko'Riel didn't really plan on getting into the thick of it, no. Support role. In the back! Let the people who knew how to fight do the fighting.

The sea elf would start off simple with an Anthem of Aelyria for the other two. Help them fight and all.


Shiro Shimizu October 18, 2014 05:33 PM

There was a sound coming from somewhere behind him, he heard, but none of it registered. The boy's turquoise eyes narrowed as he sprinted toward the nearest open hallway, sword in hand and stance taut from feet to head as he spun wary glances in all directions. He had a need now, and a drive--things that the young half-Kemite had thought were left behind in Narim after the last shovel of dirt fell over that plain wooden coffin.

But the thing that hadn't changed in the boy's soul was that anger, and that most terrible rage, that both fed and deprived him as he saw these creatures, whatever they were and whoever they served, as no more than collateral damage and casualties. Pity for them that they had gotten in his way.

His pace turned into a slide and a skid as his ears picked up some shuffling noise from around the corner, followed by the sight of glinting scales. Well, then: first things first. His hand tightened around the guard of his sword as he brought it up high now over his right shoulder as his feet started instantly speeding up again to turn his sprint into a flat-out attack toward the raptorian on the left.

The blade flashed, coming downward in a diagonal direction just before Shiro bent down over knees that he used to slide over the floor again, getting a shower of glass shards in his pants and skin for his efforts. But that half-moment of surprise, and the advantage it offered, couldn't be squandered, and the boy dragged the tip of his sword down hard, intending for it to travel with him as he bent down low and backward between the raptorian' legs and underneath its underbelly.

One thing at a time.

Maddyn October 18, 2014 09:12 PM

Anthem of Aelyria took effect, and with that Shiro and Heldenhammer were provided with some mild perks in speed and endurance. The sound travelled reasonably well within the greenhouse, though it also seemed to have drawn the attention of others within the lush alien jungle as Ko’Riel could hear the sounds of branches being cracked and leaves being pushed through in response.

Shiro’s slide wrecked havoc upon his skin as the broken shards of glass tore into his flesh. Sword drawn, the movement resulted in the Kemite’s blade flashing through meat and bone as ribs were shattered and the underbelly of the first Raptorian was sliced open. Disemboweled; the entrails slid out with a meaty smack – Shiro’s slide proving to be fast enough that he was able to avoid the worst of the blood and gore.

It was then that Heldenhammer and Ko’Riel finally caught up to the Vampyre; the old soldier looking at the scene with a measured manner as he didn’t so much advance as move into a solid guard position. Keeping himself between the remaining Raptorian that was moving to pursue Shiro and stab down at the Kemite with its blade, and the tooting Ko’Riel.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei October 19, 2014 01:26 PM



Toot toot!

Shiro Shimizu October 25, 2014 05:53 PM

One down, an eternity to go.

He felt the searing pain cut through his legs, but he paid it and the now-glittering state of his pants and skin no mind as Shiro completed the rest of his strike. Blood spurted. Small splashes of skin and flesh stuck far too eagerly onto his skin as he finished his slide, running out of momentum somewhere behind the creature's tail and then springing himself upward onto his feet.

The sword was tightened in his hands then, pulled horizontally to guard across the level of his face as he widened his stance ever so slightly in preparation for the oncoming raptorian. The sight of the dwarf and the elf behind him didn't even register in the boy's senses as his lips tightened into a single, straight line, finding determination again.

And then, just as the Saurid sprung, the boy dodged. He bent low, pushing the palm of one hand flat down on the ground with fingers spread in all directions. The element of ice began coating through the surface of his skin and spread outward, intending to create a sheen of slippery ice that would stretch along the floor until it coated just underneath the raptorian's feet. With any luck, he'd fall, and Shiro would be quick to follow after him, sword pulled high and swinging hastily downward to slice hard at the creature's neck.

Maddyn October 25, 2014 08:02 PM


Shiro, rising to his feet – tracking blood across the ground; the sweeping movement, shifted the layer of earth beneath him. A smear of steel plating ran beneath the ground in sections of the Greenhouse belying its’ possibly man-made (but only kudos of slave labour from the Xet Alliance)’s state of being. A jarring sensation in the shoulders as the Raptorian sliced at the Vampire – it’s blade impacting against Shiro’s hastily raised own in what would have otherwise been a most inconvenient assault.

Vampire or Human, both tended to object to the notion of personal decapitation.

Ice formed, crystalline patterns flowed across the ground as the Raptorian pushed to assault anew – a flurry of sword strikes aimed at Shiro as there was much musical tooting going on in the background from Ko’Riel. And then there it was, a misplaced step upon the ice that caused the Raptorian’s right left to be swept out underneath it and left the side of its’ neck dangerously exposed in it’s collapse to the ground.


Ko'Riel Tel'Sei October 26, 2014 11:41 PM


Toot toot!

Toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot!


Shiro Shimizu October 31, 2014 10:03 PM

The fortunate timing of his block wasn't lost on Shiro, but he also didn't spend more than half a second dwelling on it. The hard thudding reverberated the length of his arms and into his deep flesh and very bone, and he grimaced in pain. The raptorian had the advantages of size and weight on the diminutive Kemite, and the frontal-style of defense that Shiro had chosen to adopt had, in hindsight, been a very poor choice.

But it was too late now.

The boy's turquoise eyes flashed a harder green then, and he pushed with both hands against the hilt of his sword to send his foe off balance and skittering backward on the sheen of ice he had just created. Shiro's arms fell slightly limp, feeling the ill-effects of the creature's previous strike and the energy he had been forced to exert to move the much larger object by what weight he could swing.

But it didn't stay that way for long.

His gaze intent and never wavering, not even when a bead of sweat formed and began to drip down the side of his face, Shiro waited until he finally saw what he wanted—a misstep. In a flash he was a blur of movement, jumping forward as far as he could toward the Raptorian to avoid the possibility of losing his balance in much the same way, too. Both hands curled around the hilt of his sword and pulled it high above his head, pointing it tip-down so that it would slice vertically into the flesh between the creature's jowls and his lower neck.

And that stupid elf kept playing some stupid, useless music. What was his problem, anyway?

Maddyn November 1, 2014 07:27 PM

Shiro’s movements were speeding up as Ko’Riel’s manic tooting continued in the backdrop, sending the magical tempo into overdrive that when combined with the Vampires speed? Shiros movements were almost impossible to track as his diminutive frame blurred and whisked around the Raptorian with a terrifying ease. Blade connecting neatly without the Raptorian having time to do more than blink as Shiro sliced through the slave’s throat without the opponent’s blade being raised anew.

“So. When I said hold up, what you heard was ‘advance’. Fantastic.” Heldenhammer eventually stated with sarcasm laced tones as the Raptorian – eyes widening in surprise, simply slumped over and collapsed onto its side as the whole, ‘Oh, I’m Dead’ realization kicked in.

One exasperated soldier, a musician, and an apparently suicidal midget. That Noe hadn’t landed, well, after having been severely burned by the Flameflower Draconis MKVI in her presence – Vincent Heldenhammer was severely beginning to rethink his career decisions.

“The weapons battery should be nearby to the Greenhouse and one of the slave quarters. So, shall we be off, or did you two need a breather?”

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei November 5, 2014 10:51 PM

"I'm fine." It'd be a shame if such a small amount of tooting would be enough to wear the sea elf out. So, heading out, then?

Shiro Shimizu November 8, 2014 10:22 PM

Blood. It spurted in the boy's face and splashed heavily into his senses, filling every inch of sight and smell and nerve in his entire body. He gasped, loudly, and then jerked back hard on the hilt of his weapon, pulling it out once more from the wound left on the raptorian's neck and sending another shower of crimson rain falling all over the half-Kemite boy again.

It was the dwarf's comment that brought Shiro's attention back around again. The sword flicked again in his hand, sending a few more droplets of viscous liquid all over the room, and then fell down, tense but otherwise unthreatening, back at his side.

Turquoise eyes flicked once back at Heldenhammer, then returned to the doorway leading out of the glass room, now ruined by his rather vigorous endeavors. He still felt the prickling, sharp sensations of the shards stuck all along the length of his legs, but most of the blood had already dried and left only marks and scars behind. He frowned, expression flat, then made quickly for the door leading further into the building, probably proving more of the tub of lard's sentiments correct in the process.

Maddyn November 11, 2014 06:00 PM

Klaxon alarms sounded the instant that Shiro’s foot touched the metallic floor of the Sunbase Katara as the Kemite left the greenhouse. Drifting around the itty-bitty Vampire’s ankles was a line of red flickering light that had traversed the doorway that led further into the building. The noise was unpleasant, loud, and was interfering with the lingering perks of Ko’Riel’s music as the Bard would be forced to deal with the obnoxious wailing sound and dull or incorporate that into anything further. Superior Elfin hearing? Not helping matters.

Dull blue lights were set in the roof, flickering continually as another section of Sunbase Katara’s power seemed to have taken a knock.

A lengthy corridor, the sound of a fan whirring somewhere in the distance that would only be heard between each wailing shriek of the alarms.

Heldenhammer was trying to say something, only, his voice had the unfortunate side effect of being perfectly adept for shouting over a military training field while being low enough to be obliterated by the alarm’s sound. Ko’Riel wouldn’t have any such issues; and if Shiro could talk, well, such was lost in the annals of time. Possibly not relevant really, when it came down to it.

Relevant though was the way a head like a gigantic praying mantis poked out of the corridor to see what all the fuss was about. Raptorian Slaves didn’t leave their quarters after all when in transit; and so, Shiro and Ko’Riel got to see a rather confused looking bug-eyed bug being at a loss for what a foreign lifeform was doing in this section of the ship. If it’s whirring, cicada-like pulse of sound said anything, ‘What the…’ was at least in the top ten for linguistic possibilities.

Shiro Shimizu November 16, 2014 02:31 PM

That wasn't intentional.

The moment Shiro's foot touched the floor, his ears were throbbing with pain. His eyes spun fast and around to all sides as the sirens blared, trying to search out the source of the aggravating sound. What was that? He glanced back at the dwarf and the strange girly elf still lolling in the background, but found no answers there--just some more muffled yelling and complaining from the beer barrel and that elf on his stupid air-tube again.

Pitiful and useless.

The boy bit down hard and clenched his teeth as he braced again, pulling his weight downward in preparation to launch himself forward and down the hall in the fast sprint that his training and his vampire-tainted blood could manage. Just as he made his first step forward, though, he was surprised by the appearance of another weird-looking head peering around the corner of a nearby doorway. Were all these Xet so ugly?

He kept moving, fast, finding no ability nor inclination to slow his sprint as he tore down the blaring alarm-ridden hallway toward the head peering at him. His hand snuck beneath his belt and withdrew a rusted dagger, some old artifact that he never really remembered where it had come from, and tossed it, hard, at the Xet's face. He wasn't an artist like that starving white girl, but at least it'd serve as something of a distraction as Shiro finished rounding the corner and sliced down hard with his sword, pulling it vertically toward the floor with intent to separate the creature's head from the rest of its neck.

Hopefully, anyway. As if the elf and the dwarf were helping anything.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei November 16, 2014 07:55 PM

How quickly they seemed to always be getting into trouble. That being said, the Kemite had proven himself capable in regards to combat, so Ko'Riel felt like the situation was probably rather under control. The wailing alarms were still quite annoying, however, perhaps the sea elf could do something about them. What was the consistency of these sirons? Were they all homogeneous and uniform?

Well, perhaps it might be more prudent to utilize the sound that was being created. Waste not, want not. So, for now Ko'Riel would see whether it was possible to siphon away the sound, channeling it all together into what could be considered an 'orb' of space - a ticking time bomb of sound to be localized within the area, to presumably devastating effect should it be released. Oooh, needed to be careful with this one.

Maddyn November 23, 2014 06:26 PM

Sharp and pointy teeth resulted in Shiro getting a mouthful of blood for his troubles as the itty-bitty vampire broke through the fragile skin of his lip.

The wailing, obnoxious sounds being drained away by Ko’Riel so that now the trio could hear the thudding of a great many footsteps (clawsteps?) headed from the far end of the hall and further along the Sunbase Katara now that the alarm had been sounded. Ko’Riel was to find that the ship’s sound system was only uniform up to a point – Katara being large enough that he was able to tap into approximately a fifth of the speakers before his song spells hit something of a barrier/filtering system.

If there was a way to tap into every speaker on Katara, the alarm bells weren’t the means. It was no good having the far side of the ship being accosted with such noise when they were also unable to do anything about it by sheer lack of proximity.

Not-quite silence, a return to normalcy as Ko’Riel was able to siphon away the noise into a manageable, highly concentrated orb that was only getting stronger by the second as the alarms did their work.

Flying dagger through the air!
And a glancing blow for Shiro as the didn’t hit; but rather the hilt of the knife struck the Xet right in one of it’s multi-facetted eyes. Shiro, Ko’Riel and Heldenhammer all simultaneously learning a new word in the Xetan language that approximated as ‘Feth’ as it’s head snapped backwards in pain. Only for Shiro to round the corner and find himself standing before the praying mantis-like creature that was more than a little peeved at having been hit in the eye.

Shiro’s sword slicing through one of the Xet’s arms as another punched the Kemite in the chest – sending him flying through the air and into the opposite wall.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei November 26, 2014 10:21 PM

Hm, well. Was the final battle with the Xet aboard their magnificent floating death station really the place to be experimenting with Song? Well, the answer was undeniably yes - it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to experiment, wasn't it? Really, any encounter with the Xet was a good time to be collecting data. Didn't come across the Xet every day now, really.

So he had all this sound just bunched up together into a little orb. That was dangerous enough as it was. Now the question became whether it was necessary to let it go all at once, or whether it was possible to draw smaller portions from the collective pool and use those individually. Utility over power, as it were.

It would be an interesting experiment. The sea elf would attempt to separate from the orb he had a smaller portion, fashioning it into a spell-song that would have a very limited range upon impact/detonation. The idea here would be that the sounds concentrated within would be localized to the area around the Xet, so that any sonic damage would be contained to it and not spread to them as well. After that, well, it was just a matter of firing it at the Xet and seeing what happened.

Shiro Shimizu December 5, 2014 11:39 PM

Hell. He glanced down at his lower lip and touched it gingerly. He still didn't really understand what had happened to him in that ziggurat with the fat girl and the whiny little priest, but the side-effects were definitely starting to annoy him. His eyes narrowed, and Shiro wiped a fist hard against the line of his lower lip, smearing blood across his skin in the process in an odd sort of pattern across his chin.

It was then that he realized that the sirens' sounds were diminishing, but he didn't pay it much heed beyond that. Already he was hurtling forward toward the next creature that had the misfortune of sticking its head out into the hallway, following quickly behind his thrown projectile on flying feet, utterly heedless of potential consequence. The blade in his hand slid downward, finding a home in the creature's appendage and soon separating it from the joint that held it to the torso. It wasn't where he was aiming, but the boy didn't spend particularly long dwelling on that miss before he gathered his weight and began to spin around and...

...oof. The wind blew out of him in one big gust as something collided with the front of his chest, and Shiro Shimizu was sent flying into the nearby wall. His spine collided hard with the solid wood there and he felt another rush of air gushing past his tongue unbidden and leaving him sputtering and gasping for it back. His eyes were whiting out around the corners, and Shiro felt sparking pain on the corners of his entire senses. He was dazed, but he glanced up anyway, trying to measure where that stupid insect-man-thing was, and whether it was moving, and what was happening.

His hand clenched a little more tightly, eager to feel that security of the sword hilt resting there. Once assured of its safety, Shiro would fly sideways, half-falling and half-jumping in a feeble attempt to dodge anything that the Xetan creature might possibly decide to throw in his direction. At least it'd get him out of the way for now, and if he scurried along the ground, stomach flat and elbows desperately pulling him both forward and upward in one motion, he might even manage to get back on his feet to take the rest of the creature's eyes out.

Maddyn December 8, 2014 02:18 AM

Fashioning the captured Song Essence so that it would form something akin to an Implosion of sound rather than an Explosion took quite a high degree of finesse from Ko’Riel. Working with the sound that continued to replicate as the klaxon sirens produced more and more of the noise for the Elf to make use of was beginning to strain his ability to contain the power. Tiny notes; pings of noise were beginning to sound as they escaped Ko’Riel’s control – not unlike a pressure valve allowing for a controlled release for if things ended up escalating further.

Sword in hand as Shiro threw himself to the side; the startled Xet hadn’t thrown anything in the projectile sense. Rather, the insectoid creature had attempted to charge the itty bitty Kemite and smash him against the bulkhead of the ship until he was nothing more than paste. The swift movement as Shiro dodged; righting himself to his feet once more was accompanied by a massive ‘Bang!’ as the chitin plated creature crashed into the metal wall hard enough to leave a dent.

In the room that the Xet had originated from; there would be a glimpse of several Nairu humans in linen wraps and bronze chains and collars moving around a desk covered in tiny buttons and dials. The entire wall was curved glass; revealing a scene below that appeared to be the docks of Solace Isle.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei December 11, 2014 02:50 PM

Well! There was only so much that Ko'Riel could do to stabilize the spell. Inevitably, with all that he was drawing in, what had been gathered would simply pop. That could be a good thing, sure! As long as it wasn't anywhere near the sea elf when it happened, surely. That was why he would spend a bit more time fine-tuning things to ensure that the range of the explosion was lessened - a very local blast, one that would quickly fade away so there was no massive propagation beyond the point of impact. The utter destruction of the target and nothing more. The extremely high frequencies would allow for devastation within that range but quickly fade away as they moved outwards.

Something something. The point was to reduce collateral damage. "Get away from this!" was all the warning that Ko'Riel could really provide as he launched the concentrated projectile at their Xet enemy. Well, time to put the theory to test.

Maddyn January 3, 2015 07:08 PM

With Shiro having inadvertently removed himself from the given trajectory of Ko’Riel’s spell-song with a timely; knocked through the air by the Xet and into the far wall – there was only the release of the concentrated magics to go. Unstable as the spell-song was, there was more than enough power at hand to exact the Elf’s desire. Miniscule sounds rang through the air as the spell-song was unleashed; little pings, tings, pops and crackles as the excess notes found a release wherever and whenever they could.

Where moments before there had been a Xetan creature advancing upon Shiro to continue it’s assault against the itty-bitty Vampyre; there was soon to be nothing more than a bloody smear upon the ground where it had been standing. The ground? Bent, warped and broken open to reveal the gadgeteering and Xetan sciences that was part of the weapons battery upon the Sunbase Katara. Cogs and springs; heated pipes and containers of bubbling water. A few coils of wire contained the hallmarks too of the klaxxion alarms that Ko’Riel had been ‘horrowing’ power from.

Above the newfound hole in the ground was a burst of static; the white noise drowning out any sound that might originate from the room beyond where the Nairu slaves was watching the conflict in apparent incredulity.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei January 22, 2015 01:07 AM


So, uh. Weapons battery. Weren't they supposed to be taking that out? He felt like maybe the room over there might have something to do with it. Considering he'd just used his experimental projectile (dubbed the Titan Energy Conduit Heaving Noise Object) and pretty much exploded their opponent into oblivion, well, he'd probably have to figure something else out, then.

Ah, well, first thing first, he'd just try to find a way in. A doorway? Neat. So he'd walk in and take a look around.

Maddyn January 25, 2015 04:03 PM

With the Xetan creature rather preoccupied with Shiro, it took little effort for Ko’Riel to slip behind the creature as it advanced upon the Kemite. There was a glimpse in the corner of the Elf’s vision of Heldenhammer moving to intercept the Xet and impose himself between Vampire and Bug with an resigned expression of ‘This is why the Imperial Guard has such a high fatality rate”. As if the mass of burn scars the veteran Guardsman bore didn’t already imply an awareness that self preservation should have been much higher on one’s priority scale if one wished to see out retirement.

Lots of slaves, the Nairu humans though were all bound with chains and had ceased conducting the work that the Xet had been working upon. Lots and lots of panels and buttons, a chattering from one of the Nairu in a foreign language that sounded like gargling rocks from beyond the Xet Border. One of the panels was gauge that was at capacity; small amounts of steam beginning to spill from a tiny crack in the glass. Outside, Ko’Riel could see where the weapons battery was aimed – directly at the docks of the Solace Isles.

In the distance below, a glint of light reflecting from the golden arm of a giant.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei January 25, 2015 06:20 PM

Presumably the other two would manage to keep things under control while Ko'Riel worked on demolishing the weapons battery. He didn't want to just randomly start pushing buttons and pulling levers because he didn't know what any of this stuff did. It was probably easier to just try and blow everything up then find the switch that would stop the weapon firing process. Yes. Definitely.

He would begin weaving the massive musical that would be needed to destroy all the pertinent things. But first things first, of course, it'd probably be best to reduce collateral damage. Now, there was no guarantee that these Nairu weren't hostile, but the fact that the Xet had chained them up probably meant that if Ko'Riel freed them they wouldn't be, you know, super mad at him or anything. So the sea elf would see if he couldn't analyze the material that those chains were made out of and, with a sweeping note of the right frequency, shatter them all.

And then... hm. Try and find what looked like the right thing to aim at with his "blow everything up" song.

Maddyn February 14, 2015 07:40 PM

With the sounds of the Kemite Vampire, Xetan Bug-Thing and even a weary, “This will only end poorly…” from a rather resigned Heldenhammer in the background? Ko’Riel was left to his own devices. Much fighting going on behind him; and a glance backwards would show that Shiro at least was fine and the burned Veteran Guardsman was trying to circle the Xetan. All things at least seemed to be under control enough that it was unlikely the Elf would find himself subjected to a flank assault without some warning.

Metal chains? It took a little bit to find the right note for Ko’Riel to play – the alloy was rather impure and seemed to be more along the lines of ‘pig-iron’ than the usual copper that the Xet Alliance had made heavy use of with its slaves. Instead the burnished material only plated the outside as if a touch more strength was what the Xet thought important – but somewhere within the Alliance’s hierarchy? Appearances still held some importance.

Crack the chains did, fragmenting all throughout the room and even doing some collateral damage as a few other devices seemed to have been built from the same pig-iron within the immediate area. The Nairu didn’t seem to much care though, acknowledging the possibility for freedom with the same sad resignation that plagued their lives. They were slaves on an airboat, and it wasn’t as if there was anywhere else for them to go.

None though attacked Ko’Riel, instead watching the fight between the trio outside intently.

Within the room, there was a lot that looked as if it might be of importance. Widgets and gears, commands and boxes; one though stood out prominently. A space that had been designed for a Xet to sit upon even with its strange insectoid manner – a panel set before it with a view outside of the Solace Isles. Levers, a gauge and what appeared to be a wheel-like device that made some cross-hairs move in front of the window.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei February 28, 2015 02:59 AM

This seemed complicated and Ko'Riel felt like it would probably be a good idea not to touch anything. Although to be fair, if anything happened it wasn't like there were really any witnesses that could have pointed the finger at him. Except the slaves, maybe. That might make things a bit messy.

So, uh, hm. Big important looking machine thing. There didn't seem to be anything that blatantly advertised itself as a "shut down" button or anything. There seemed to be some sort of targeting device? But as far as he knew the Xet were the sort of tricky people who turned wheels not to move crosshairs, but to fire weapons. Again, with all the complicated machinery, Ko'Riel was firmly determined to have nothing to do with it.

The only solution therefore seemed to blow everything up. There were all sorts of possible complications that came along with that, though. So it was probably best to be thorough, really. It seemed like a pretty tall order, all things considered, but there was no way to know if it'd work or not if he didn't try. So he'd start listening. To the humming of the machines and the buzzing of electricity. To the sharpness of the metal surrounding him, the arguing of the materials that made up the alloys, the thrumming of the cables that ran everywhere. A massive melody, one which he'd try to wrangle and conduct into a single piece.

Destroying the console was, hopefully, just the beginning. He'd try to listen to and trace the lines that connected the console to the battery, and the intent was to wreak havoc all along the way.

Maddyn March 6, 2015 07:12 PM

With the sounds of fighting going on in the background, it took Ko’Riel a little bit of time to sort out the mêlée from the minute sounds that Katara made as part of it’s operations. Within the span of a few minutes however – and with a few noisy thuds as the three combatants were proving to be rather physical in their confrontation – there appeared to be a pattern that the Elf could follow. As with the sound system, the Xet Alliance’s engineers and builders had a penchant for segregating a lot of their systems so that damage could be contained in such an eventuality.

Katara after all was a warship, and having a fatal weakness such as an inconvenient exhaust port was just asking for trouble.

Fusing the components took less time, mostly due to the Xet Alliance having a severe fondness for bronze and copper that allowed Ko’Riel to do his work with ease. Identification proving far more difficult than breaking apart all the tiny intricate components and then rendering them into a singular solid piece. Which almost immediately once Ko’Riel was finished began to produce a painful screeching sound in the mechanics as pieces that were supposed to move were no longer able to.

In the corridor, the floor began to buckle. The roof panels were falling and bits of fused metal began to shatter from the strain. The damage spreading quickly throughout the room and the adjacent areas as the weapons battery proved to be far more complicated than a mere aim and fire device. Sparks flew through the air and smoke began to boil out of several panels as Ko’Riel was working against the clock to find out just where the energy source of the weapon battery lay within the ship.

Ko'Riel Tel'Sei March 7, 2015 04:10 PM

Ko'Riel was by no means any sort of engineer. The complicated systems that the Xet had put into place were far beyond the sea elf's understanding. He had a very rudimentary knowledge of what was supposed to happen - there was a console that led to the weapons battery and they were probably connected somehow. There was probably something powering the two of them, too. And he wanted to blow them up. Well, that was probably all he had to understand, really.

It would have been nice if the weapons battery had simply been an aim and fire sort of thing, though. As it was, all Ko'Riel could do for now was send out pings through the system to try and find something else that connected to the weapons battery. Hopefully he'd be able to find the source of the energy and, if not send feedback back through the system to blow it up, at least sever the connection that was powering the battery.

Maddyn March 14, 2015 01:28 AM

Ping. Ping. Ping!

Energy. Far more than Ko’Riel could possibly handle by himself once the floodgates had been opened. Bereft of the ability to release the energies into the Xetan weapons battery, it did the next best thing – which was to say, Ko’Riel had a very bad time of it as the masses of Song Magiks that the Sea Elf was also holding found themselves unleashed throughout the room in what would prove to be a cacophony of destruction.

For Ko’Riel, there was just sound and a painfully bright while light that seared the eyes and blinded the Sea Elf of his immediate environment.

For Shiro and Heldenhammer, well, there was the light – somewhat less intense as they were on the edge of the explosion. And then, dimming, the pair would be able to see past the Xetan combatant and into the control room of the weapons battery. Broken and torn cables dangling from the ceiling, sparks and small fires. Corpses everywhere, burned out wrecks and hot enough that the metal chains of the Xet Alliance slaves were melted through or red hot.

Mission Complete! A Noble Sacrifice Made, though for Shiro and Heldenhammer, well, there remained the Xet before them…

Ko’Riel, new thread inc.
Final Battle objective completed; thread will remain open for Shiro to do his thing ^^.

Cheers, Maddyn

Shiro Shimizu July 9, 2015 11:20 AM

Fantastic. So maybe that stupid-looking elf wasn’t totally useless after all.

Shiro was breathing heavily, his exertions having taxed him far more than he would have anticipated. A rough hand ran across his greasy, sweat-lined face and tossed back a thick portion of white hair from his eyes. The broken walls gave him some look into the interior rooms of the base which, up until this point, he had ignored as uninteresting. Now, though, he finally had a chance to register what they were.

Slaves—the lot of them, by the look of confusion that was on face after face after face and the lack of chitin or other hardened, insect-like coating on their softer human-like skin. What were they—eastern people? Arakmatian? He couldn’t tell, and really also, didn’t care. If they didn’t pose a threat, then he didn’t care.

There were still some Xet to take care of to be done and get out of the building, after all. And it wasn’t like that stupid elf or the fat loudmouth was exactly helping with that.

Maddyn July 12, 2015 08:54 PM

Smoke billowed around Shiro as the Weapons Control Room was suffering from quite a few spot-fires. Crackles of electricity threaded through the air, and there was a scent that was vaguely reminiscent of pig flesh being cooked. A cursory glance revealed the Slaves within were either dead or incredibly adept at slowing their hearts and going without breathing for lengthy periods of time. The miniature Kemite’s Vampyric nature confirmed the reality, each one was now highly unsuitable for a light snack.

Of the Sea Elf, there was no sign of continued existence, just the handiwork of his tinkering.

The VOIP! was counting down, the first of the three lights chiming to mark off that Shiro soon was going to find himself whisked off to the Imperial Camp. It was a time for ensuring that he did not leave any of his effects behind, like, say, his sword. The Xet could only take so much destruction in a single outing.

Wounded; moving through the smoke, there was the singular Xetan creature that stumbled back towards Shiro. One leg askew, the chitin broken. It’s thorax was leaking black ichor across the ground and one eye was ruptured. The multi-faceted orb that remained focused very much upon the Kemite as he lurched forwards. Lashing out with a bladed limb not unlike a praying mantis’.

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