[color=660099]"Well, I vote we check it out. People could be in danger."[/color] Zevrisya replied. [color=660099]"Which direction did you hear it?"[/color]
We Are Our Avatars XI (Open)
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[color=660099]"Well, this is a problem with only one possible solution."[/color] Zevrisya said, before turning in the direction Faa had pointed and starting to sprint away. [color=660099]"I'LL TRACK YOU DOWN LATER!"[/color]
Zevrisya noted the uniform on the blonde, presuming her to be some kind of law enforcement. But, despite this, she had bigger fish to fry than random women, and so Zevrisya continued running.
Zevrisya came to a dead stop while she waited for Faa to catch up. [color=660099]"Sorry about that. Maybe we should get you some food first... What can you eat?"[/color] she asked.
With flash-lights on their helmets, the three troopers searched the station. When they reached the portal room, they stopped. "Clear." "And no guards either. I don't like it, boss." "The portal is maintained from the other side, either she is through there or she slipped past us in the chaos. In any case, this portal needs to be shut down."
He reloaded his blaster, then looked at the other two; "This is it then. Good luck, whatever you decide to do in the future." The two troopers glanced at each other then chuckled. "What, you think we're going to let you wander into a different dimension alone?" "Yeah, we're a team. And we've got a job to do." With a faint smile, the lieutenant said; "Fine then. One last mission."
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He reloaded his blaster, then looked at the other two; "This is it then. Good luck, whatever you decide to do in the future." The two troopers glanced at each other then chuckled. "What, you think we're going to let you wander into a different dimension alone?" "Yeah, we're a team. And we've got a job to do." With a faint smile, the lieutenant said; "Fine then. One last mission."
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A different dimension, Throne Room
An innocuous cylinder game through the portal, clanging lightly on the floor before exploding in a bright flash and a stunning bang. The three troopers then rushed through with guns raised.
[color=660099]"Well, if there's a fight where we're heading you can have first pickings."[/color] Zevrisya said, before heading off again, much slower this time.
Throne Room
The three troopers were greeted by a big golem, who tried to get them off the ground and into its arm with some kind of hugging motion.
On the left and right of them were soldiers, blocking the path, and raising their shields, not doing much more, possibly because they were flashbanged.
"Well, hello there." Blue said with a smile - the illusionary Blue that she had left behind.
The three troopers were greeted by a big golem, who tried to get them off the ground and into its arm with some kind of hugging motion.
On the left and right of them were soldiers, blocking the path, and raising their shields, not doing much more, possibly because they were flashbanged.
"Well, hello there." Blue said with a smile - the illusionary Blue that she had left behind.
[color=660099]"Well, I don't have any money, so... Yeah."[/color] Zevrisya replied, as they approached the area of the portal station.
Some weeks previously, far north of Montreal...
In the extreme north of Quebec, on the rocky grey slopes overlooking the Hudson Bay, a light snowfall was stirred by the wind shrilling through desolate grasses. Closer to the arctic circle than to civilisation, there was no other sound or movement, and not even small mammals braved the piercing evening chill. The world was peaceful here.
Untouched.
When the first omen of war and violence began to manifest, it was subtle, little more than an eddy in the air that further disturbed the snowfall. Quickly however, the whistling of the wind revealed a crackle of static. An empty space, a few cubed metres in volume began to distort, filling with dancing flickers of lightning. The space pulsed invisibly, once, then twice, each time with a resounding crash, like artillery. The space filled with lightning in a non-existent bottle, a stench of ozone betraying the intense energy cooking off the atmosphere. Then, in an instant, the phenomenon had passed. The lightning simply ended, revealing a circle of scorched earth, carbonised grasses... and a giant, encased in hulking, ruby armour. On his brow was a golden scarab, sitting above two emerald lozenges forming the eyes in a grim, mechanical death-mask. Hanging from his massive pauldrons were trailing scrolls of vellum, covered in neatly inscribed, indecipherable glyphs. The pauldrons themselves were enamelled with two icons, a stylised sunburst on the left, and a serpent biting its tail on the right. Around his barrel-shaped cuirass was a regal purple tabard. And in his right hand was a towering staff, topped with a metre long, elegantly curving blade, humming with contained power. The figure slowly took in his desolate surroundings, silently. Finally, after an age of standing motionless, he turned south, and began to march, his imposing stride carrying him at an easy pace that could devour the many miles before him.
In the extreme north of Quebec, on the rocky grey slopes overlooking the Hudson Bay, a light snowfall was stirred by the wind shrilling through desolate grasses. Closer to the arctic circle than to civilisation, there was no other sound or movement, and not even small mammals braved the piercing evening chill. The world was peaceful here.
Untouched.
When the first omen of war and violence began to manifest, it was subtle, little more than an eddy in the air that further disturbed the snowfall. Quickly however, the whistling of the wind revealed a crackle of static. An empty space, a few cubed metres in volume began to distort, filling with dancing flickers of lightning. The space pulsed invisibly, once, then twice, each time with a resounding crash, like artillery. The space filled with lightning in a non-existent bottle, a stench of ozone betraying the intense energy cooking off the atmosphere. Then, in an instant, the phenomenon had passed. The lightning simply ended, revealing a circle of scorched earth, carbonised grasses... and a giant, encased in hulking, ruby armour. On his brow was a golden scarab, sitting above two emerald lozenges forming the eyes in a grim, mechanical death-mask. Hanging from his massive pauldrons were trailing scrolls of vellum, covered in neatly inscribed, indecipherable glyphs. The pauldrons themselves were enamelled with two icons, a stylised sunburst on the left, and a serpent biting its tail on the right. Around his barrel-shaped cuirass was a regal purple tabard. And in his right hand was a towering staff, topped with a metre long, elegantly curving blade, humming with contained power. The figure slowly took in his desolate surroundings, silently. Finally, after an age of standing motionless, he turned south, and began to march, his imposing stride carrying him at an easy pace that could devour the many miles before him.
The blaster bolt pushed the golem back, smashing the arm to bits, while the HF blade cut through the arm, although not completely, as the angle to cut it was not really possible to strike in one go.
Blue stood behind the golem, and stepped to the side before the shot went off, so to hit her was next to impossible. The golem itself was hit, smaller rocks breaking off it, and possibly putting a hole into the golem.
Then, three water tendrils went out from her, slashing the weapons of the troopers out of their hands. Two other mages stepped out from behind the portal, and one of them cast something, lowering the temperature around the troopers to a freezing degree. Neither the soldiers, nor the golem, nor the other mage made any attempt to kill the troopers, but still, there was not much they could do.
"This is literally the most secured place of this world. What were you thinking?" Blue asked.
Maybe one thing would go in XPOLs favour: Intel, about a modern relay device standing in the room, quite different from everything else in this world. Maybe it would even be recognized as ForeFronts.
Radio communications back to earth were still possible.
Blue stood behind the golem, and stepped to the side before the shot went off, so to hit her was next to impossible. The golem itself was hit, smaller rocks breaking off it, and possibly putting a hole into the golem.
Then, three water tendrils went out from her, slashing the weapons of the troopers out of their hands. Two other mages stepped out from behind the portal, and one of them cast something, lowering the temperature around the troopers to a freezing degree. Neither the soldiers, nor the golem, nor the other mage made any attempt to kill the troopers, but still, there was not much they could do.
"This is literally the most secured place of this world. What were you thinking?" Blue asked.
Maybe one thing would go in XPOLs favour: Intel, about a modern relay device standing in the room, quite different from everything else in this world. Maybe it would even be recognized as ForeFronts.
Radio communications back to earth were still possible.
Zevrisya would stop outside the portal station and look around, curiously. [color=660099]"Looks like this is the place... HELLO!?"[/color] she called out.