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Post by Ashten of the Dark on Dec 16, 2007 19:49:11 GMT -5
The person's eyes narrowed threateningly. " Fine, Do what you want, We watching you. " He waved his hand and they walked off. In the distance, they heard, in a hushed voice, " Psst... Come here. " When the Docaben looked over, he saw a Narunian Woman waving him her way.
She heard a bang on the door. When she went down to answer it, as it is common courtesy, it turned out to be a hooded man. He was wearing a black robe, only the bottom half of his face could be seen. His chin looked sandy and he had a small goatee. " Is the owner of this house here? "
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 16, 2007 21:11:12 GMT -5
Akar sat in the main room of Arracha. He looked around himself dejectedly. Before him stood a motionless figure bent over an undecipherable console board. "Ashes to ashes." He murmured to himself, thinking about the destination of the floating city.
Akar thought back upon how Exodus managed to rile the people of Nyre, Jade, and Capedo up into piling into the forgotten behemoth of a ship, and use the ancient motors to blast away from Fall before it, well, fell.
His contemplations were interrupted by his aide, who said, "Sir! The Arcanian librarian thinks he made some break-through with the Source engine."
"That's what he always says! I believe it's genetic. All the librarians of the Research Guild interrupted my thoughts thus!" Akar replied angrily.
The Research Guild was an organization that worked in the derelict Transportation district of Arrach. The title of Arcanian librarian was hereditary. Akar couldn't understand for the life of him why Exodus instilled it. He didn't care how the city moved, as long as it MOVED, and fast.
"How far are we from the mainland?" he asked.
"The coastline should be visible in a few hours, sir! It was a treacherous journey across Hereid ocean, wasn't it?"
It was, Akar agreed. He answered, "That's what I've been meaning to talk to you about. How are the engines holding out?"
The aide looked worried. "Ummm, well, it seems to be eroding. Sand damage, I think."
"BY INFINITY! WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS BEFORE?! Sand... sand... Omni gets us wherever we turn!"
Akar felt panicked, and brushed his clothing as if sand were upon it.
He regained his composure, and turned back to the aide. He meant business, and the melancholy and apathy that was there before had dissappeared. "Tell that sand-ridden bookworm that if he thinks its so important, then he should build his own Source and show me! We land in the desert of the mainland tomorrow! At least the sand there doesn't have a mind of its own!"
The aide looked on the verge of tears. "Bu-but sir, the natives. They have-"
"Never mind the natives. The glare of the sun will hide us, and we will disembark upon an uninhabited region!"
"But sir, I-"
"You're dismissed!"
"Yes sir!"
Akar sighed, and turned back to the window behind him. A thin dark line started to appear on the horizon.
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Post by haseri on Dec 17, 2007 13:21:34 GMT -5
Tepusa looked over to where the voice was. "~Nilabu, can you go around the stores, and see if there is anybody wishing to sell?~"
Leaving the first mate, he went over to where he though he heard the voice. "~Umm~ Hello? Anybody here?" He knocked on the closest door. "Hello?"
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Post by Ashten of the Dark on Dec 17, 2007 18:54:53 GMT -5
The woman ushered him inside. " Your not going to sell anything here. People will refuse. The only way to trade your good is... The Black Market. " She chuckled at the name. She pointed at a hole in the ground. " This place is acting as a store, but what you want is down there. Just start bringing your stuff in here, saying you found a buyer. " She looked out a window. " Quickly. " As the first mate went around, many people were selling... but only to familiar faces. There were tons of things going around, Necklaces of Revel scales, Scale Armors, Weapons. It was indeed war time, and it clearly shows on the streets.
As Akar's fortress moved closer, the black line began to form a sphere on the water. It was impossible to see the inside. What was there, was indeed nothingness. Further on, he could see mountains, very very tall mountains. The other islands were too far to be seen from his current location.
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Post by haseri on Dec 18, 2007 13:52:07 GMT -5
Tapusa ran out quickly ran out and whispered to his first mate the news. The first mate cracked into a smile, rounded up the smallest supplies and promptly started to sell on the Underground Market.
Tapusa took the first mate aside "Do you feel that tension? I beleive a war is coming."
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 18, 2007 14:56:19 GMT -5
Akar looked over the desert before them. "You sure the natives won't notice?"
The aide laughed. "No way at all. We're not within sight. We'll be landing soon. If you want to be worried about something, then hope that this rust bucket can stand the pressure of the landing. It wasn't meant to stay on the ground, you know."
"Don't worry. Arracha will make it. It has emergency landing procedures in case the Source fails."
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A few hours later
Akar looked down at the main plaza. Millions of people were trying to run between the motionless statues of the past citizens as fast as they could, trying to prepare for the landing. Many didn't succeed, and ran into them comically.
As the city-ship decended, the ground below them began to shake. Sand was ground up into dust, and waves rippled as shockwave after shockwave permeated through the arid soil. Two million tons of metal descended and landed slowly upon the ground, fusing the sand under it into glass.
Unbenowst to Akar, a similar panicked scene was taking place a few miles off in a native settlement, as the vibration detecters jumped off the chart and stayed that way for a good half-hour.
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Post by Ashten of the Dark on Dec 19, 2007 19:33:23 GMT -5
As Tapusa's men carried the items into the black market, the people began to watch them. The woman smiled as she motioned them in. Then, the items they had on sale were going quickly. Black Merchants were after their items like lemonade on a hot day. One person in particular approached the Tapasu and watched him. He was wearing a black cloak, the only features visible were his lower face, wish was cleanly shaved. " Where are you from..? " His voice was deep, and but seemed to roll of his tongue.
Soon, they began to see small objects flying in and out of the sand coming towards them. You could hear gunshots. Yelling was heard as they headed that way screaming, " Akata, Tohra Kuin! " They sped up as they headed closer to them.
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 19, 2007 20:08:09 GMT -5
Suddenly, a huge voice emanated over the landscape. "KIVA!" Akar was using the emergency broadcast system. "ARCTURO KIVA AKAR!"
"~How did they find us? We were miles away from any sort of civilization!" he yelled at his aides, and sighed deeply.
The natives were descending upon Arracha. He had only one choice left.
"~May Arach forgive me." he muttered, and pulled down on a small lever obscured by the others.
Half the energy of the Source was depleted. Many of the metal conduits melted as the surge of energy ran through the city. Some people were even electrocuted. A blaze of concentrated light burst through one of the city machines, dubbed the "Fist of God". Light so strong that it could melt metal, yet so concentrated that anyone overlooking the beam wasn't harmed! The pillar of light stretched miles into the sky, and Akar only hoped that this suicidal procedure would be more effective than his cries over the megaphone.
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Post by Ashten of the Dark on Dec 20, 2007 22:09:18 GMT -5
The oncoming Terran's eyes widened as they watched in awe at the beam heading into the sky. Their gazes turned to the ship. still full of excitement and fear. The terrans had no clue what technology this was, but they knew to fear it and leave it alone. " Prithin!!! Prithin!!! " They turned and began retreating. Akar's tactic had worked as the Sand Riders, as they were called, turned and headed back to the now silent city.
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Post by Hyperion on Dec 22, 2007 22:39:31 GMT -5
The next day, Akar was getting ready. He had traveled alot in his extended life, it was what made him a Travelar, and he knew that first impressions were the most important. As the sun rose above the horizon, a huge foghorn-like sound emitted from the bowels of a ship as a strange entourage walked across the sands toward the city.
At the center walked a gaunt man with strange iron armor. His eyes had no pupils, and were so while that they seemed to glow. Sand seemed to swirl around him as he walked.
The others wore similar armour, but less extravagant. They had on strange helmets contoured to fit their head, with canisters, pipes, and ventilators at the mouth. It looked like a gas mask, even.
The ones standing next to the leader of the group did not have on helmets, and to those who were watching, they were relieved that these strangers did have pupils.
They also had tatoos on their faces, two gashes that went across the eyes, starting on the forehead and ending halfway down their cheeks. The leader with the strange eyes was the only one who seemed to have authentic scars at these places.
The entourage stopped, and he raised his fist. "Skyscapia! Arracha! Tirona! Golgotha! Evan tirash canona rak!" he yelled.
He then smiled, and spoke in a loud and fluent voice, "We seem to be welcomed by noble warriors, ready to die for their country! We seek refuge to make repairs to our city, and would like to pay homage to the empire of Terra!" His language was immaculate fluent Terran.
He explained to the men next to him "~I am studied in the languages of the Reyleen series. I've been here before, a long time ago.~"
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Post by Ashten of the Dark on Jan 1, 2008 12:18:05 GMT -5
People began to exit their abodes. They looked at eachother in disbelief. How could this man that came from nowhere know their language? Maybe he was part Terran? A large male with light armor approached him. " We thank you for not shooting the light at us. We are sorry for acting hostile so quickly, it's just that you picked a very bad time to enter our lives, new ones. " His smiles vanished as he looked at the mans fellow man. " May I ask...? " He didn't finish the sentence because he assumed the man knew what he was going to say.
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Post by Hyperion on Jan 2, 2008 18:09:26 GMT -5
Akar looked confused. "Ask what? Who we are?"
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