OOC: @Ven Yes, sort of, though my only characters on Earth at the moment are presently 50,000 feet in the air, doing a recon flight over the planet.
We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)
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OOC: Yep. Really, it was always just going to be a matter of time. I've had theidea in my head since before WAOA2 ended.
Inaeun fired. The snap of his long rifle blowing the back of the Warriors head off below the large crest. He lowered his rifle as he turned to fall back then the ship jarred and shook, throwing him from his feet. As he recovered he realised what had happened. With the Steersman dead the ship was now falling into the gravitational pull of a planet and had just entered the atmosphere.
"Prefect! We're picking up an unidentified signature!" The helmsman aboard the flagship called out. In an instant, the prefect was at his side, fierce eyes flicking through the holo-screens behind his helmet's visor.
"What's their heading? Have they made an attempt to hail us?"
"No Sir, their orbit seems to be decaying rapidly, and their course is uncontrolled. Maybe its a derelict?"
"Unlikely, if you only just picked them up. I'd say we have a ship in distress. Try to raise them, and set a course to intercept and pick up survivors."
"Sir, their altitude is too low. We can't send down a cruiser unless we know that we can refuel on the planet."
"Damn it. I'll have the shuttle prepped for launch, meanwhile Mercurean wing can track their position."
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Upon recieving the order, the squadron of sleek fighter aircraft skimming high above the cloud cover altered their course and made for the general position where the Void Runner's trajectory was calculated to take it.
"What's their heading? Have they made an attempt to hail us?"
"No Sir, their orbit seems to be decaying rapidly, and their course is uncontrolled. Maybe its a derelict?"
"Unlikely, if you only just picked them up. I'd say we have a ship in distress. Try to raise them, and set a course to intercept and pick up survivors."
"Sir, their altitude is too low. We can't send down a cruiser unless we know that we can refuel on the planet."
"Damn it. I'll have the shuttle prepped for launch, meanwhile Mercurean wing can track their position."
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Upon recieving the order, the squadron of sleek fighter aircraft skimming high above the cloud cover altered their course and made for the general position where the Void Runner's trajectory was calculated to take it.
The original objective no longer applied. The 3 remaining Pathfinders and 4 Rangers were as far back as they could go, in the radiant glow of the ships Star Engines which were super cooled plasma reactors that moved the sleek vessel. The solar sails of the ship had suffered orbital entry and were in ruins. Within the Star Engines Inaeun took a forward position while the remaining Pathfinders took perches on sleek gantry's. The Rangers took cover behind holo-desk and crystal readouts. The bright white that had been illuminating the ship started to dim as the Infinity Circuit lost power, the life pulse of the ship slowing like a wounded animal. A rangers splayed out body, long coat cut in numerous places and brown hair matted with blood was propped up against the psysco-crystal comm prism. Eldar communications travelled at the speed of thought but they still needed to intercept the communications of the young races and the prism flickered slightly as it picked up a signal.
The Tyranid Prime saw the flickering.
The Tyranid Prime saw the flickering.
"Unidentified vessel, this is the Dreadnought Vespasian of Avenger fleet Vespasian." The Helmsman of the flagship said as he broadcast a message across multiple channels. "Please report your status. Are you in need of assistance?" When the message went unheeded, he repeated it.
"I repeat, unidentified vessel, please report your status. This is the Turian dreadnought Vespasian. Are you in need of assistance?"
OOC: I'll be out for 10 minutes there. Back before long.
"I repeat, unidentified vessel, please report your status. This is the Turian dreadnought Vespasian. Are you in need of assistance?"
OOC: I'll be out for 10 minutes there. Back before long.
The prism flickered and the voice came through distorted. The Prime strode over to it and peered into the prism before screeching and stabbing the gem with its Bonesword, sheering the organic crystal in two before it turned to lead the remaining Guants against the last few rangers.
OOC: Ok, scratch that, I'll head over in 15-20 minutes.
The helmsman repeated his message again, but still there was nothing. He dragged over another holographic interface.
"Prefect, I can't raise the other vessel on any channel. Communications might be down, or maybe they're using a system incompatible with ours." In the hangar of the Dreadnought, the Prefect heard the message through his comm set.
"Maybe. I haven't seen that kind of luck on a mission often though." He said as he inspected a large rack of weapons, before selecting a long rifle, a shorter assault rifle and a stout pistol. Clipping them to various attachment points on his armour, he went to join three of his fellow Turians on board a shuttle. Before he boarded however, the four eyed alien from the bridge approached him, a peculiarly rectangular firearm cradled in both hands.
"I will accompany you on this mission. I do not think it is a simple communications failure."
"Yeah. I wasn't counting on it either. Climb aboard Javik."
The helmsman repeated his message again, but still there was nothing. He dragged over another holographic interface.
"Prefect, I can't raise the other vessel on any channel. Communications might be down, or maybe they're using a system incompatible with ours." In the hangar of the Dreadnought, the Prefect heard the message through his comm set.
"Maybe. I haven't seen that kind of luck on a mission often though." He said as he inspected a large rack of weapons, before selecting a long rifle, a shorter assault rifle and a stout pistol. Clipping them to various attachment points on his armour, he went to join three of his fellow Turians on board a shuttle. Before he boarded however, the four eyed alien from the bridge approached him, a peculiarly rectangular firearm cradled in both hands.
"I will accompany you on this mission. I do not think it is a simple communications failure."
"Yeah. I wasn't counting on it either. Climb aboard Javik."
The rangers tensed. The Pathfinders knew they'd have to watch over the rangers, young Eldar ho had become dissatisfied with the discipline of the path who would either become like Inaeun or they would exorsize their wanderlust and return to their home and friends. It was still aside from the chittering of the Guants followed by a roar from the Prime as it began directing the guants to the Rangers. Katelliana, Inaeun, Flietherion....The Pathfinders. Rhonan, Lirriana, Lithandra, Tuoman...The Rangers. Armed with Long Rifles, Shuriken Pistols and blades they waited, watching the flickering corridor.
OoC: @Random Mainly transport, with a crew of 16 men. It has two cannons though, which are a tad stronger than Dio's spinfusor. The crew includes three heavy assault troopers though, and two of them have Fusion Mortars. They are the most powerful handheld weapon in the Tribes universe, and one shot can almost kill Dio.
The Turian shuttle whirred out of the Dreadnoughts hangar and darted silently through the void, approaching the other ship. There apeared to be no lighting anywhere on board, adding to the Prefect's suspicions. He examined the length of the ship. He hadn't seen its kind before, but something about the design seemed familiar. The shuttle came around alongside the larger vesse and prepared to dock, the highly disciplined soldiers on board ready for anysituation they might face.
OOC: Right, this time I'll be back in 10.
OOC: Right, this time I'll be back in 10.
"Take heart Eldar, the Great Devourer comes but we are not dead yet." Katelliana said.
The Prime stalked through corridors and then stopped and turned its head slowly to the right. With a screech it surged forward, Hormaguants ahead of it that chittered and nackered, claw scraping on wraithbone as they charged the Eldar. The Rangers opened fire, dropping the front rank of Guants before discarding their long rifles for Shuriken pistols and opening fire.
The Prime stalked through corridors and then stopped and turned its head slowly to the right. With a screech it surged forward, Hormaguants ahead of it that chittered and nackered, claw scraping on wraithbone as they charged the Eldar. The Rangers opened fire, dropping the front rank of Guants before discarding their long rifles for Shuriken pistols and opening fire.
When the shutle locked into place, the universal fitting on the airlock clamping into place over one of the exterior doors of the dead vessel, the Prefect stepped forward and held a hand up to the door. An orange glow encircled his forearm as his omnitool activated and automatically interfaced with the door controls, disabling the locks and forcing it open. He stepped through while drawing his pistol, a chunky white weapon with a row of blue lights over the upper barrel. His soldiers spread out behind him, torches cutting through the gloom of what appeared to be a loading bay. The place was a mess, bodies and blood littering the room.
"Husks?" The alien who had been referred to as Javik suggested. The prefect examined a number of linear blood spatters on the wall, and a place where it had been pitted with some kind of organic acid. What looked like tiny dead beetles dotted the scour mark.
"I don't think so. This is something else. Keep together. We need to search for survivors." Suddenly, from deeper inside the ship, came the sound of gunfire. Javik and the Prefect exchanged glances, then set off to the nearest doorway, their troops following behind.
"Husks?" The alien who had been referred to as Javik suggested. The prefect examined a number of linear blood spatters on the wall, and a place where it had been pitted with some kind of organic acid. What looked like tiny dead beetles dotted the scour mark.
"I don't think so. This is something else. Keep together. We need to search for survivors." Suddenly, from deeper inside the ship, came the sound of gunfire. Javik and the Prefect exchanged glances, then set off to the nearest doorway, their troops following behind.
There was no sounds within the ship now, the hiss of Shurikens having faded, aside from the heart beat of the Infinity Circuit. The gloom was lit slightly by the Waystones of the dead rangers that glowed brighter since they now contained the souls of the now deceased Eldar. There were no straight lines in the geometry, everything flowed organicaly.
OOC: Ok, no gunfire then.
The Turians quickly found their first bodies, some hideous alien creatures covered in chitinous shells and slashing blades. Black fluid puddled around the remains.
"Spirits, what are these things?" One of the Turians muttered into his helmet. Suddenly Javik called out from a distance away."Over here! It's one of the crew!" The Turians hurried to join him, training their torches on the body, which had been slashed to pieces by the bladed limbs of the invaders. The Prefect immediately recognised it.
"Well I'll be damned..." He crouched beside the body and examined the glowing waystone. Remembering the high regard that the Eldar had placed on these stones, he removed it and placed it in an empty ammunition pouch. Hopefully it could be returned to his comrades later, if any were still alive. Standing up, he caught sight of another fait glow in the dark further on.
"This way!" He said urgently, and began leading his troops deeper into the ship.
The Turians quickly found their first bodies, some hideous alien creatures covered in chitinous shells and slashing blades. Black fluid puddled around the remains.
"Spirits, what are these things?" One of the Turians muttered into his helmet. Suddenly Javik called out from a distance away."Over here! It's one of the crew!" The Turians hurried to join him, training their torches on the body, which had been slashed to pieces by the bladed limbs of the invaders. The Prefect immediately recognised it.
"Well I'll be damned..." He crouched beside the body and examined the glowing waystone. Remembering the high regard that the Eldar had placed on these stones, he removed it and placed it in an empty ammunition pouch. Hopefully it could be returned to his comrades later, if any were still alive. Standing up, he caught sight of another fait glow in the dark further on.
"This way!" He said urgently, and began leading his troops deeper into the ship.
OOC: Uh frikkin edits and shit. Basically there was gunfire but it faded almost instantly.
Inaeun braced Rhonan and was carrying him swiftly throough the corridors with Rhonan's arm around his shoulder for support as they wove their way away from the Prime that followed them.
Inaeun braced Rhonan and was carrying him swiftly throough the corridors with Rhonan's arm around his shoulder for support as they wove their way away from the Prime that followed them.