In The Eye of The Collector (Closed, started, seeking Co-GM)
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The desert sun blazed sharp on his face, his hair whipping with the wind, the jet black helicopter racing over the haze.
John Vek had been travelling for the past two days, emergency funds expended, covert transport arrangements made, slipping out of the encroaching armies towards this desert stronghold.
"How far now? it all looks the fucking same" John screamed over the roar of the wind
"Not too far now, 20 minutes maximum, we weren't followed but I am going to guess they have had satellite lock for a good two hours now." The pilot yelled back, barely turning.
The helicopter neared the destination, it would have been visible if it had been on the surface but it showed up clearly enough on the windscreens HUD markers, almost over it now the pilot began to slow and descend, turning to John he yelled "Where should we land? there might not be much time, we're going to have to head back almo...."
"Never mind about all that crap, I'm jumping." John said, staring down at the yellow sea.
"You're what? we only have the emergency chutes and we haven't got time to...."
He jumped, tie flapping violently, the sand and the heat approaching he spread out his arms.
"I really do like the sand" He thought, smiling.
Closing his eyes he pulled a dense cloud of sand up from the surface which spread itself around him like a cloak, slowing his descent. He swooped down, angling straight for the centre of the complex he came almost to a complete stop, 20 feet over the sand then releasing the cloak he dropped straight down, arms by his side. The sand moved aside easily, the stone less easily, loud crunching sounds emanating from the ground as the hole formed. Wind whipped his ears, the sound changing suddenly as he went underground. With a loud thump he landed amongst a group of refugees, straightening his suit he said
"Hello, who is in charge around here and where can I get some fucking water?"
John Vek had been travelling for the past two days, emergency funds expended, covert transport arrangements made, slipping out of the encroaching armies towards this desert stronghold.
"How far now? it all looks the fucking same" John screamed over the roar of the wind
"Not too far now, 20 minutes maximum, we weren't followed but I am going to guess they have had satellite lock for a good two hours now." The pilot yelled back, barely turning.
The helicopter neared the destination, it would have been visible if it had been on the surface but it showed up clearly enough on the windscreens HUD markers, almost over it now the pilot began to slow and descend, turning to John he yelled "Where should we land? there might not be much time, we're going to have to head back almo...."
"Never mind about all that crap, I'm jumping." John said, staring down at the yellow sea.
"You're what? we only have the emergency chutes and we haven't got time to...."
He jumped, tie flapping violently, the sand and the heat approaching he spread out his arms.
"I really do like the sand" He thought, smiling.
Closing his eyes he pulled a dense cloud of sand up from the surface which spread itself around him like a cloak, slowing his descent. He swooped down, angling straight for the centre of the complex he came almost to a complete stop, 20 feet over the sand then releasing the cloak he dropped straight down, arms by his side. The sand moved aside easily, the stone less easily, loud crunching sounds emanating from the ground as the hole formed. Wind whipped his ears, the sound changing suddenly as he went underground. With a loud thump he landed amongst a group of refugees, straightening his suit he said
"Hello, who is in charge around here and where can I get some fucking water?"
The heat was something Dragon believed he could survive... Until today. The locals-at least those of which that could speak english anyway-gave him a map of the Nubian desert and advice not to travel there on foot. He could have rented a motorbike, but he only had a debit card and the town lacked atms.
So, he decided to try something he thought wouldn't do in a long time. He began to tap into his Qi and ignited a flame under his feet and used it as make-shift propulsion to make him glide along the sands. Unfortunately, the whipping sands kept hitting him in the face, hence Dragon had to constantly ascend until they couldn't hit him.
He sighed to himself, the very thing bringing him here was a page right from his father's book. Whoever this guy was, the fact that he mentioned Dragon's father was an ominous sign. In time, he began to reach the settlement. And thank god too, his Qi was running low. He stopped and tread the rest of the way.
He stopped at the entrance where a man greeted him.
"Hello, sir." Said the man.
"Right, who's in charge here?"
So, he decided to try something he thought wouldn't do in a long time. He began to tap into his Qi and ignited a flame under his feet and used it as make-shift propulsion to make him glide along the sands. Unfortunately, the whipping sands kept hitting him in the face, hence Dragon had to constantly ascend until they couldn't hit him.
He sighed to himself, the very thing bringing him here was a page right from his father's book. Whoever this guy was, the fact that he mentioned Dragon's father was an ominous sign. In time, he began to reach the settlement. And thank god too, his Qi was running low. He stopped and tread the rest of the way.
He stopped at the entrance where a man greeted him.
"Hello, sir." Said the man.
"Right, who's in charge here?"
The sun bleached the already white bones of his skeleton crew as they marched to their destination. The necromancer sat up on the shoulder of his largest minion cleaning his chainsaw lost in thought. Simply thinking of all the undead roaming the world now in his wrath but he knew he couldn't kill the collective by himself. Oh, no. He needs the last remaining heroes of this world and when the time is right he would resurrect his master, "The" Evil Wizard.
Chuckling to himself as he noticed a few random "flying" people in the distance closing in on the location to meet. Then it donned on him the living don't react well to skeletons. In a wave of his hand he un-summoned his minions in a flash of purple smoke and groaned at the feeling of the weight of his armor. Its been a long time since he socialized with living creatures without turning them into zombies and he scowled at that fact.
"BAH! To much rides on this for me to screw it up."
He unfolded his wings and continued his journey.
Chuckling to himself as he noticed a few random "flying" people in the distance closing in on the location to meet. Then it donned on him the living don't react well to skeletons. In a wave of his hand he un-summoned his minions in a flash of purple smoke and groaned at the feeling of the weight of his armor. Its been a long time since he socialized with living creatures without turning them into zombies and he scowled at that fact.
"BAH! To much rides on this for me to screw it up."
He unfolded his wings and continued his journey.
Drake was tired. Very tired. A message had come right after Collective goons tried to kill him, telling him to get to Africa. One shoddy bank loan later (all the money, unfortunately, spent) and he had gotten to South Africa without a problem. From there he had traveled to the Nubian desert, just as the message had instructed. He did not know what he would find, or even if he would find it.
?This place is huge. It's a desert. What do I do? Knock on the sand and ask if I could come in?? He said allowed.
He had chosen a random direction when he set out into the desert. The message wasn't very clear on exactly where he should go. But so far the path he picked had been good to him. There was an oasis every dozen or so miles so he was not thirsty. Probably following an underground stream. He thought. Then he realized the implications. He was on the right path!
He kept walking until he saw a village ? though it looked more like a shanty town ? in the distance. He broke into a run and saw two men at what appeared to be a front gate.
?Hey!? He shouted out to them. He jogged up to them, sweating. Now he was thirsty. He got there just in time to hear one man ask the other who was in charge.
?This place is huge. It's a desert. What do I do? Knock on the sand and ask if I could come in?? He said allowed.
He had chosen a random direction when he set out into the desert. The message wasn't very clear on exactly where he should go. But so far the path he picked had been good to him. There was an oasis every dozen or so miles so he was not thirsty. Probably following an underground stream. He thought. Then he realized the implications. He was on the right path!
He kept walking until he saw a village ? though it looked more like a shanty town ? in the distance. He broke into a run and saw two men at what appeared to be a front gate.
?Hey!? He shouted out to them. He jogged up to them, sweating. Now he was thirsty. He got there just in time to hear one man ask the other who was in charge.
It didn't take long for an attendant to come to John.
"Mr. Vek, you're expected in the office." The attendant greeted. "Please come with me."
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Meanwhile, at the entrance...
"Mr. Sheffield, please come this way." Said the man at the door.
Dragon arched an eyebrow, very few people knew to call him that and he wondered if it would be good for his actual name to be floating around. Then bunker was somewhat dark, save for the lights hanging from the ceiling. There were many people inside, moving about shipping crates like so many ants.
Dragon was brought to a waiting room outside of an office where he was asked to sit down and wait.
"Mr. Vek, you're expected in the office." The attendant greeted. "Please come with me."
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Meanwhile, at the entrance...
"Mr. Sheffield, please come this way." Said the man at the door.
Dragon arched an eyebrow, very few people knew to call him that and he wondered if it would be good for his actual name to be floating around. Then bunker was somewhat dark, save for the lights hanging from the ceiling. There were many people inside, moving about shipping crates like so many ants.
Dragon was brought to a waiting room outside of an office where he was asked to sit down and wait.
Drake, feeling a bit ignored, followed the men into the waiting room. Seeing 'Mr. Sheffield' sit, Drake walked over and sat down next to him. "Mr. Sheffield, I'm Drake. Am I in the right place?"
Dragon turned to look at the person next to him. He shrugged. "I would assume so. So, what's your story?"
Okay, this is where I get off, it's late on my end
"To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure why I was called here. Some guys came to me, wanted me to join some sort of project, which I refused. They tried to kill me. I got away. Next thing I know, I find an envelope in the police station I went to to report what happened. It's got my name on it. I open it up, and it tells me to come to Africa for. . . something. I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm really, really angry that my country is under control of some freak with powers that thinks he can bully his way into our lives. I haven't had any contact with my friends, my family. . . I'm a very, very angry man." Drake spoke with his fists so tight his knuckles were turning white.
"I'm angry that there are people in this world with powers that seek to destroy everything that we have worked so hard to achieve. And while I don't know why I'm here, I will most definitely get some answers."
"I'm angry that there are people in this world with powers that seek to destroy everything that we have worked so hard to achieve. And while I don't know why I'm here, I will most definitely get some answers."
A cloaked troop carrier landed outside the meeting place. It was about the size of a small bus and the thrusters were surprisingly quiet as it made contact with the ground. The back ramp opened and a metal sphere the size of a human head painted red with a screen on one side came floating out. On the screen was an image of Victor Zaitsev's face. The drone floated over to the collection of outstanding figures and Zaitsev's deep voice came from a speaker inside the drone.
"I am Victor Zaitsev, head of the Order of the Russian Star. I am here to negotiate an agreement with this so called 'resistance'."
"I am Victor Zaitsev, head of the Order of the Russian Star. I am here to negotiate an agreement with this so called 'resistance'."
Victor's troops were met by a small group of men. They were armed with some scavaged weapons, AK-47's and one of them had an old revolver on them.
"Mr. Zaitsev." The one with the revolver addressed. "Please come with us, we are currently waiting for the others to arrive in the meeting room."
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Dragon glanced at the young man beside him and shrugged.
"You'd be surprised what's out there, y'know." He said. "But, at any rate, I'm not surprised something like this would happen, it just makes me curious as to how. I've heard some rumors about Yujiro and Justice, and maybe something about Mickey Mouse, but wasn't that robot scrapped back in the eighties...?" He paused a moment to offer his hand. "I'm Dragon, by the way."
"Mr. Zaitsev." The one with the revolver addressed. "Please come with us, we are currently waiting for the others to arrive in the meeting room."
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Dragon glanced at the young man beside him and shrugged.
"You'd be surprised what's out there, y'know." He said. "But, at any rate, I'm not surprised something like this would happen, it just makes me curious as to how. I've heard some rumors about Yujiro and Justice, and maybe something about Mickey Mouse, but wasn't that robot scrapped back in the eighties...?" He paused a moment to offer his hand. "I'm Dragon, by the way."
Drake sighed. He shook Dragon's hand. "I'm Drake Williams, high school graduate extraordinaire."
world_of_dragons said:
Just so you know, the floating video-drone isn't accompanied by any troops. Anything else is still inside the cloaked transport.
The video-drone floated after the leader and entered the meeting room where it then hovered stationary inside. The feed on the screen turned to an image of the Russian flag as Zaitsev (presumably) turned his attention to other matters, waiting for the meeting to start.
John followed the attendant, still shaking sand from his clothes. Although the sand was a great tool it annoyed him that there were certain components of the sand here he couldn't manipulate, he'd have to learn the feel of this stuff too, had been a while since he last had to learn a new rock.
He walked in the waiting room and stood next to the odd looking couple already there, somewhere off in the distance he heard a heavy russian voice, he ignored it, smiled and sat.
"I'm John, John vek how do you do?" He said offering a hand to both of them in turn.
He walked in the waiting room and stood next to the odd looking couple already there, somewhere off in the distance he heard a heavy russian voice, he ignored it, smiled and sat.
"I'm John, John vek how do you do?" He said offering a hand to both of them in turn.
Drake looked up from his conversation with Dragon, and breathed a sigh of relief. After Sputnik decided to come in, he was worried more freaks would be joining his company. He shook Vek's hand strongly. "Nice to meet you. I'm Drake. One of us is going to have to change." Drake said, nodding to Mr. Vek's suit, chuckling.
"Do you know why we're here? What's the situation like in the US?"
"Do you know why we're here? What's the situation like in the US?"
"What's the situation like in the US?"
The screen flipped back to the feed of Zaitsev's head.
"All of our reports indicate that the United States has fallen completely to the Collective. Their military has been crushed and their arrogant government knocked from it's perch straight intothe hole they've been digging for the last 30 years."
The screen flipped back to the feed of Zaitsev's head.
"All of our reports indicate that the United States has fallen completely to the Collective. Their military has been crushed and their arrogant government knocked from it's perch straight intothe hole they've been digging for the last 30 years."
"I am Victor Zaitsev, current head of the Order of the Russian Star and Grand Russian Military Commander. I am upholding the Motherland's boarder against the Collective, with the help of my communist brothers and sisters. The resources they gained from conquering China has given them what they need for a prolonged conflict. But they will eventually be crushed by the might of Russia." His voice was cold and confident. The statement may have been arrogant but he spoke like he was listing facts.
"I thought you looked familiar. I didn't realize that this was a meeting of two-bit dictators." Drake said, cracking a smirk. He didn't like bullies. "Tell me, how does it feel to be tucked away safe while actual "Heroes of the Glorious Revolution" are fighting to defend their homeland."