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Yelhsa Chronicles Chapter 3: Like a NephilimYelhsa looked over the guards standing next to the door and examined their firearms. He knew they were military police and remembered the times he'd crossed paths with them.
He smiled and looked to his interviewer then said “From there, my life went completely military. But not even Scain could escape joining me. I don't think he wanted to. He wanted an officer position like me. Everyone liked him more than me though.”
Location: Military Training Academy No.95, Olympus
Relative Earth Date: 24/09/2294
Seth and Scain stood next to each other at attention, their chest pressed firmly against the air. First day of real military training, at the age of fourteen, they were the youngest there. The drill Sergeant walked over to Seth and leaned in. Seth could feel his breath on his face as the Sergeant was uncomfortably close to his face.
"What's your name scrote?" He shouted, coating Seth's face in spit.
"Seth!" Seth r
A Wyvern with Blazing Wings (part 1)Location: HMSV Langford-Harvey
Relative Earth Date: ??/??/2303
A slender, young woman sat in the conference room. Her heavy, slightly battle worn, black breacher’s armour glistened in the light emitted from the holo-screen, displaying the Dragon Corps Logo; a black dragon wielding a sword and hammer; in the centre of the table. The rotation of the logo illuminated her barely regulation, shoulder-length, red hair. She sat in the corner of the room; her chin rested on her folded arms positioned on the back of the swivel chair she sat on. Her light blue eyes focussed on the rotating logo until the doors on her right slid open. She knocked her armoured backpack, filled with explosives that sat at her feet, as she recoiled from her eyes rapidly adjusting to the sudden change in light levels.
In the doorway stood a roughly six foot combat medic in pristine white armour, he held his helmet in his right hand, resting it on his hip, under his arm, and his medic’s
Cartographer Reference sheetBasic Information
Full Name: Cartographer
Marital Status: Married to Death
Close Relatives: None
Place of Birth: Earth
Current Residence: Earth
Religion: Universal Constants
Occupation: World Builder
Speech/Native Tongue: Angelic
Other Known Languages: English
Significant Body Marks/Modifications: 8 Pure white wings
Eye Color: One green, one blue
Hair Color/Style: Long red
Glasses or contact lenses?: none
Skin color: pale
Type of dress?: Long Robes
Health Conditions: very healthy
Right or Left Handed: right handed
Friends: Wisdom, Love and Famine
Habits: Drinking tea
Hobbies: Building interesting landscapes
Favorite Sayings: None
Favorite Color: White
Preferred Music: Metal
Greatest flaw: Quick to judge
Best quality: Very loyal
Talent/Skills: Word building
Zarxen Journal #6Incident Report; Eta-5
At approximately [DATA EXPUNGED] on 2/12/2553, Subject [DATA REDACTED] was maliciously released in 295's Habitation Zone by [UNKNOWN].
[REDACTED] being an experimental genetic splice of an Earthan [EXPUNGED] and a Nexian [EXPUNGED] to attempt to create a life form capable of living in hostile environments. [See OSS Science file on Subject [REDACTED]]
Fortunately 295 was hibernating in [Cryobay 9].
[REDACTED] then went on to assault multiple members of staff including one Dr. Katherine [REDACTED] who is a personal assistant to 295 on his [REDACTED] team.
In total  members of staff were sent to the infirmary and  was sent to Earth for serious injuries.
After assaulting  members of staff [REDACTED] then fled into the air vents and was found hours later in [Airlock C7] cocooned above a nest of a total of [EXPUNGED] Eggs.
[REDACTED] was terminated and the eggs flushed out to space.
Experiments into Subject [REDACTED] have been terminated and Experiment on Sub
Zarxen Journal #5Earth Date: 1/12/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
Today was hard, very little food, very little room and lots of people.
I knew what I'd be doing here is a great undertaking even for a group of people. However I'm one man, managing lots of teams and that means lots of problems. I got no research nor equation crunching done today, nor any redesigning.
Kate's mother is ill. The hive is lonely. The delegates are squabbling again, Half my team have got the flu or a cold, I can't remember!
I needed to be on that hive. So I went. I "borrowed" a resupply shuttle and flew for the hive. Finally I was with someone who understood me without needing to talk directly with me. We shared everything; memories, ideas and jokes. That's right I had a laugh with a space ship.
The moment I got back on board the OSS, my head was clear and focussed. I knew how to improve the HSL Gate, so I sent everyone on Vacation! They all needed it.
I've handed the new design specifications to the engineering team and t
Zarxen Journal #4Earth Date: 30/11/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
My dreams last night were strange and hard to decipher like the memories of old.
I think it was the hive thanking me and trying to communicate, I spent most of the day meditating and trying to hone my mind to be able to attempt to convene properly with the old star ship. I may move my base of operations over there, to permanently provide him with company and nutrition.
It's hard to draw inspiration and ideas from cold metal husks. I need the life buzz surrounding me to aid me in my pursuit for the solution to the HSL. I'd need, of course, the permission of the UEP. I've not eaten today as meditation required.
I've truly drawn a blank on how to solve the HSL problem and will look to transport the necessary components to the hive in the morning. He will, of course, be able to help as he is able to travel via Hyperspace. Until tomorrow my Darling, your Husband.
Zarxen Journal #2Earth date: 28/11/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
I didn't sleep well last night. My small cramped room leaves much to be desired and I've been unable to extend my back for 48 hours now. I may have to occupy some roof space later to properly stretch out. However had I not had such an awful night I would have missed the most spectacular sight, as we started the third orbit of the day we passed an ancient hive ship.
The first to make contact with the humans over three hundred years ago. Apparently its been left there as a monument with only its engine capabilities to stop its orbit from decaying.
I bet he's ever so lonely though, and hungry too. The first thing I will try to do is to allow a Nex maintenance ship to properly resupply and check him over.
Breakfast today was nothing unusual, Porridge. I should have guessed, after having it poured down my throat day in, day out at the academy, they'd dare not break routines here.
After my fourteenth bowel of the disgusting, lumpy stodge i
Zarxen Journal #1Earth date: 27/11/2553
Location Orion Space Station.
Today I arrived on the OSS. A delightful Earthan space construction. That's right a construction! It still amazes me that all their macro-structures are built instead of grown!
This gorgeous bucket of metals orbits Earth about fifty times a day. Much slower then Nex or normal Earthan Orbital Platforms. My day started like any other, cramping myself down the small hallways, having people divert away from me and even attempt to prevent me from my duties. The ride here wasn't much, very bumpy and jittery in their sub-standard, bolted together, rusty tubes. However I did meet this simply delectable young lass, Kate was her name I believe. She was a recent graduate from the Space Academy, her equation calculation could have bested some of our oldest scholars, unfortunately she could not beat me. Her boss was outraged and attempted to have me arrested. Though I have fought tooth and claw for equal rights among the Earthans they still discr
Praetorian 'Zarxen' 259 Character SheetsBasic Information
Full Name: Praetorian 259
Nickname: Zarxen (Pronounced Zar-shen)
Race: Nex (Pronounced Nesh)
Marital Status: Single
Children: Most of the Nex species
Close Relatives: None
Place of Birth: Leviticus Prime
Current Residence: Orion Space Station
Religion: Enlightened Path
Occupation: Nex Ambassador
Speech/Native Tongue: Nexian
Other Known Languages: Earthan, Origin
Body Shape: Humanoid
Height: 8'5" (Actual 9'8")
Significant Body Marks/Modifications: All teeth are Canines, mouth stretches up to cheeks and splits at chin to open further.
Eye Color: Pure Black
Hair Color/Style: Black chitinous strands, spiked up.
Glasses or contact lenses?: Contact lenses to colour eyes to look normal.
Skin color: Very pale.
Type of dress?: Chitinous robes
Health Conditions: Healthy.
Right or Left Handed: Ambidextrous
Habits: Very organised and routin
No dishonor in my house (just a raw story outline)
No dishonor in my house.
Leo and Raph are in a relationship
have been for a while now
so they decide to finally tell Splinter about it
Raph doesn't think it's such a good idea, he's really insecure and worried, despite Leo’s best efforts to reassure him
then, they do go to Splinter and tell him
instead of his approval or acceptance, however, he reacts quite unfavorable
basically he does not approve. At all
he almost instantly starts telling Leonardo to stop this nonsense and how Raph is corrupting him, distracting him from being the leader and how unhonorable this all is.
Raph feels all of his insecurities and fears of being the “bad child” confirmed and starts backing out, murmuring about leaving Leo alone, but Leo won't have any of that.
Instead, he tells Splinter that they didn't tell him to ask his approval, but simply to let him know and he won't break up with Raph just because it might be dishonorable.
Splinter is really displeased with the situation, but leaves
A World Apart - Ch. 1 - Conflict*Jerome*
Running. He was running just about as fast as he could. Trees whipped past him, wind whistling past his ears as he bolted through the forest.
This was unknown territory. He had no idea where he was. He was lost on the wrong side of the river with no way to tell where that river even was.
He was terrified. I could practically smell it on him. As I watched this boy run by the tree I hid in, totally oblivious to my position, I couldn't help but wonder; what was this kid doing here? How old was he? Where were his parents? I couldn't tell but he looked like he was close to my age, maybe just a little younger.
He had light brown hair that stuck up on end, and wore a black tee shirt with dog tags around his neck. Other than that he wore red shoes and jeans and he appeared to have no weapon on him. Nevertheless he was still trespassing on Bacca territory. It was my civic duty to kill him.
I sighed and pulled my diam
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 2
December 25, 2268
There are a lot of ways that you can tell that you’re not on a regulations-driven Starfleet starship; but perhaps one of the most obvious is being greeted by energetic, jazzy music when you arrive at the bridge, as Cera was when she stepped out of the turbolift. The lighting was dim, in keeping with the fact that it was 0118 in the morning, and there was only one person present: her undeniably eccentric first mate, Garadun. He was sitting at his usual seat at the helm station and was moving in time with the music; what he liked to call “chair dancing.” Although she’d never heard this particular piece before she was certain it was from Earth and, from the sound of it, likely from around the turn of the twenty-first century. It was jazzy and dynamic, and the vocals were being provided by a woman of immense talent; her voice was passionate and strong.
Cera had no problem with his playing music on the br
Infected - Ch. 14 Duncan nodded without hesitation and ran off up the stairs towards the lab. "You two go with him and make sure he doesn't blow anything up!" Sky shouted to Tyler and Sips.
"What about you?" Tyler asked.
"You go with them, I have to do this alone!" Seto said.
"I abandoned you once." Sky pulled his sword out of its sheath solemnly. "I'm not doing it again."
Seto growled. "Damn you, Commander." He spun around and held up his hands. Before Sky could react, a purple tinted wall appeared between them. "This is my fight."
Sky was about to protest when his eyes widened and he gasped. "Seto, duck!"
Seto dove down without protest, a purple plasma ball barely missing him as it hit the force field. Suddenly, from up the staircase, there was a crash of glass and a shout of alarm from Duncan. "SIPS!"
Sips grabbed Sky's arm. "Come on, Sunglasses, we gotta help h
Glad You're Here - Chapter One (Rytho) Rythian laid in a hammock that was tied between two trees, reading a book with his reading glasses sitting upon his nose. The sun was low in the sky, but he still had quite a few hours left. He loved nights like this; nights when the sky was clear and the air itself around him appeared to be an orange color. It was a beautiful night; and it was about to get better.
He heard footsteps, and a shape pulled itself up into the hammock. The figure looked at him in alarm and squeaked, "Rythian!"
Rythian jumped and dropped his book in surprise, but didn't fall off. "Seto-?"
Seto glared at him playfully. "My turn." He growled.
Rythian raised one eyebrow. "Who said we were taking turns?"
"And when was that?"
Rythian winced. "I thought we agreed that anything I say when I'm drunk is forfeit."
"Yeah but you weren't drunk, you were just
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 3
December 25, 2268
Sitting in his chair and listening to Lt. Commander Slaton give his damage report concerning the USS Bangkok, Garadun couldn’t help but notice the rather odd design of the central table in the briefing room. It was an asymmetrical, wedge shape with a total of eight sides, and included a sort of indented section at the wide end where a computer terminal was mounted. It was very retro. In fact the entire briefing room had a 1960s look to it. As did every other part of the ship he’d seen so far. He figured that whoever it was that was doing the naval architecture on behalf of Starfleet, had a thing for the décor which had been prevalent on Earth three hundred years earlier.
The retro feel wasn’t limited to interior design. Although Garadun had seen more than his share of Starfleet officers, he’d never really made the connection until now. Not only was the ship a stylistic throwback, but so w
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.5Orbit of Malastare, Republic star destroyer Adamant
Master Windu looked dubiously at the diminutive being before him as Doctor Boll smiled at him pleasantly.
“Doctor Boll, you'll excuse me for being brusque but we have something of a situation here. One of our units on the planet below are nearly overrun, I don't have the time to brief you on the situation.”
“Of course not!” the diminutive bivall chirped shrilly. “That's exactly why I'm here, to solve your problem.”
“You think your research could be of use?” Master Windu asked.
The scientist nodded. “Yes indeed, my weapon can disable the Separatist army in its tracks without harming our own forces.”
“This is an ion blast weapon.” Commander Ponds said as he examined the specifications. “It's going to knock out most of our equipment and the systems in our armor.”
“Well, yes, there is that.” Doctor Boll said dismissively. “But you can fig
Spider-Man: Hail to the King Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty: Disable.
Underground, Harry Osborn and his team are searching for the source the Goblin bombs so they can send a signal to disable all of them. Above them was Agent Venom, Mercury Team, Deadpool, and Toxin as they acted as distraction for the Symbiote enhanced Goblin thugs above the prime bomb.
"Harry, Leader and Stark just found the source of the Goblin Bombs underneath Times Square, I need you and your team to disable it and thus it'll disable the remaining bombs." Peter tells his old friend as he turns to Flash "Flash, some video feed has shown the Symbiote Infected thugs are right above the Prime bomb. We need you, Deadpool, Mercury Team, and even Brock to keep them occupied while harry does his part."
"I gotcha Pete. But..." Flash starts as he leans in to Peter's ear "...I don't trust Brock at all. We both know he puts his ideals above everyone else."
"I understand Flash, and if anything goes awry involving Brock,
The Change of Sides - Ch. 15 - The Journey Begins "It's not far to the ender portal." Seto said as he picked up his satchel. "Less than half a day's travel. And if we go by horseback, we'll make it by dawn.
"Horseback?" Duncan asked. "Where the hell are we gonna find horses? We're in the middle of the bloody desert!"
"There are some flatlands a few miles north of here. It'll be out of our way, but it'll still take a lot of time out of our journey."
"Well what about after we go through the portal?" Duncan asked. "How will we know where to go?"
Seto stopped. "Oh." He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "The map."
He strode quickly over to the table at the center of the camp. Duncan followed after him as Seto looked around for the map that commonly laid rolled out on the table's surface, only now it was missing. "What map?" Duncan asked.
"I saw Rythian looking at a map before I left for Hannah's earlier." Seto replied as he conti
Zarxen Journal #3Earth Date: 29/11/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
I had to let the simulation run overnight as it was only thirteen percent through at 1:00am and is still running through now. Hopefully there will be over two hundred solutions to work with. Kate has been racking her brain trying to get her head around Nex programming, we don’t use much but what we do is very complicated.
Today also marks the three hundredth anniversary of the Cataclysm and the start of the month of fasting. We are only able to eat at the eleventh hour each day, and then it can only be five gallons of nutrition shake. Being in a cramped, compartmentalised space station with another species who don’t share the same beliefs will be very hard. Especially when I'm right next to the mess. Still at least there will be a stockpile of food in a month.
I've managed to negotiate a maintenance ship to check over that old hive, in exchange the Earthans get to retrieve the black box from their wrecked dreadnought in t
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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