-
Posts
2146 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
1
Content Type
Profiles
Forums
Calendar
Everything posted by liamc2
-
Jonathan groaned and muttered to himself as Nina set him down on the grass. Nina gave him a jaunty wave and re-entered the fray. Jonathan sat glumly on the grass and watched the battle. The Irish, heartened by the ?magic? of the Danann, fought on bravely. The grass was littered with five Fomhoire for every Irish warrior felled. ?Woe is me,? muttered Jonathan as the blood stopped flowing freely from his leg. Gingerly he prodded the arrow, no pain, no gain, and ripped it out. He threw it aside in disgust, it was crudely made arrow, just sharpened wood hardened over a slow flame. Feeling confident, he rose to his feet and jogged on the spot, his leg burned with a dull fire but the pain was subsiding, probably to do with the sedatives woven into his Loaded jump suit. He glanced down at his red-raw hands from wielding the Nuadhu blade and rubbed them on his Celtic garb. A shout rose from the battle, the Fomhoire were retreating to the hills. Jonathan grinned when the Irish warriors returned to the fort, holding Nina aloft and victorious above them. Jonathan helped her down, ?milady Linette,? he said. ?Lord Tiernan,? she replied, eyes gleaming sarcasm. The warriors entered the camp, song and feasting began. Jonathan sat himself down, separated from the rest. Nina became the centre of attention as the warriors regaled her with fierce tales and history. Jonathan smiled and muttered to the voice, ?when can we come back to base?? The voice was thick, as though eating, ?depends, letsee, you?ve got to get crowned, betrothed, lead the Irish to a prosperous life in the highlands and then die of old age. So that?s?fifty years our time.? ?Betrothed?? ?Yeah, every king needs a bride, moving on. You get crowned tomorrow, get hitched by their weird ancient rituals and then I hit the fast-forward. Fifty years in half an hour.? ?Betrothed?? ?Yup, we?ve been through that. Anyhow, all we have to do is hit the fast forward, which is now capable now the rift has been smashed, all of those Fomhoire guys that have been touched by the rift have been killed so control is now one hundred percent.? ?[I]Betrothed?[/I]?
-
Jack stacked his meagre belongings from the front desk into the cardboard box he had found. The board in front of him flashed on and off. He shrugged, it wasn't his problem anymore. He had handed in his uniform and was dressed in casual, the automatic was tucked in his jeans and was pressing its cold weight against his spine. Jack hefted his box up when he noticed something flit past. He raised an eyebrow and watched the glass doors shatter, he raised his hands to shield his eyes, dropping the box in the process. 'The hell..' he muttered as he wandered around the desk. 'What was that...' He could hear something charging up the corridor behind him. Jack spun around and found himself sailing through what was left of the automatic doors. He skidded along the tarmac, jeans saving his skin. Whatever was behind him was gone now. 'The hell is going on around here?' Jack shouted to no-one in particular. Feeling it the right thing to do, Jack turned and jogged for the gate, elbows smarting where the tarmac had ripped away flesh. 'Come now girly..' hissed a voice, 'my my, aren't you a pretty thing....' Jack wandered forward cautiously, hands slipping around for the pistol by themselves. As he neared he noticed a security guard, pistol of sorts in his hands, busying himself with his trousers. Jack raised an eyebrow. Then he noticed the girl lying limp on the grass. 'Oi! Wait up there!' Jack yelled, jogging forward,pistol raised and pointing to the sky. The security gaurd raised his hands grinning, 's'alright, plenty of her to go around. Heyy, you're that new kid that got fired. You're lucky you weren't in the lower levels...all us unlucky bastards got wiped out, I managed to escape and then I found one of 'em for me'self. Seems mighty right don't it?' Jack slowed down to a stop, 'wait, this ain't right...' The security guard snorted. 'What about my buds? They were slaughtered in there. It's not only right, its our duty for revenge.' Jack had his pistol lowered in trembling hands. 'No. Step away...' The security guard raised his pistol, but Jack beat him to it. The shell flicked past his ear. The guard's chest exploded in a splash of red and he fell to the ground. The smoke wafted from the 9mm and Jack blinked the shock from his eyes and dropped the weapon.
-
Jonathan leapt from the wall and into the mass of the horde. Pressing another button, his body image distorted, always a step from where he actually was. The Fomhóire warriors swung at him, only to find themselves cutting into air, or one of their own. The Irish army watched from their fort as their new leader Tiernan, of the Danann, flitted through the enemy, cutting a swathe of bodies like a reaper in a wheat field. Nina set down the Dagdha cauldron and ?conjured? a fire beneath it. Automatically hot fatty porridge appeared inside. The smell of the meal wafted through the camp. Those enfeebled with hunger wandered over with their upturned helmets as bowls. Nina smiled and raised Lugh?s spear in her hands, shouting something nondescript in Gaelic. Warriors, moral strengthened by what they had seen, returned the cry and spilled out against the Fomhoire horde. Jonathan raised the sword of Nuadhu. The Fomhoire warriors were getting smarter?and spitting blackness that hissed and melted whatever it hit?which was not surprisingly disturbing. Jonathan wiped his brow and unholstered his side arm and began firing madly into the masses, sword raised. An indicator on the weapon quickly turned into the red, steam vented from the sides?and it stopped shooting. Jonathan dropped the pistol and sucked the burns on his fingers, the pistol continued hissing on the ground and vanished. ?Totally fried that one Johnny? Crackled the voice. Jonathan didn?t reply and merely spun the sword in his hands, edging backwards slightly. A warrior rushed at him, and collapsed as an arrow pierced his brow. Gradually the hearty cries of running warriors reached Jonathan?s ears, and he smiled. Nina, mid-air, pelted the spear into the horde while dodging black shafted arrows. The spear ploughed into the mass and tore through flesh and bone, seven upon seven barbs ripping flesh from bone. Below her, Irish archers fitted new arrows into their bows, ignoring the onslaught of arrows and poisonous spit. Jonathan grinned and spun round upon sudden inspiration, He bent over and pressed a button. Fomhoire warriors approached cautiously. Jonathan dug his feet in and waited?and pressed the button. Two white hot flames exploded into the masses, decimating the front two ranks of Fomhoire warriors. Jonathan just as quickly released the trigger before he flew off into orbit, then something pierced the metal shanks on the back of his legs. He crumpled as a barb pierced the back of his leg. ?Jonathan,? said the voice, worried, ?what?s going on? Your blood pressure is off the scale! Breathe Johnny! What happened? I can?t see anything on the view screen but you and the Irish.? Jonathan gritted his teeth, ?Fomhoire arrow in my leg,? he swung wildly at an assaulting warrior and dropped to one knee to block the blow of a Fomhoire axeman. ?Damn Johnny, I?m pulling the plug.? ?Don?t, we can?t leave them to die.? ?They got the edge and the weapons now, throw the sword to the leader and I?ll cut you from the Load and paste you back at the ship.? ?You can?t do that, you?ll kill me.? Jonathan ducked another swing, and stood to return another blow, he crumpled to one knee again. ?You don?t know that, no-one knows that, your choice, one hundred percent chance of dying there, ninety eight percent chance of dying my way.? ?Your way ?ooof!- that makes it so much better, I?m taking my chances thankyou.? Jonathan raised the sword to a defensive block and suddenly found himself lifted up into the sky. He looked up in surprise into Nina?s smiling face. ?Couldn?t leave you to die down there Tiernan, wouldn?t do the Irish moral any good y?know.? ?Ah yes, we can?t let that happen can we??
-
Jack drew to a halt in the corridor. He had no idea where he was, it was as though he was going around in circles...like he'd notice anyway, everything was exactly the same. Jack continued along the corridor. Not only was he lost in a restricted section, he had no idea where the suspicious character went. He turned around and started walking backwards. He turned around again and collided with someone who was running around the corner. 'ooh...Mr Flint! What are you doing here?' Jack rose from the floor and cringed. 'I-I was chasing a suspicous subject Sir, I noticed her- -This is the last straw Flint! Consider yourself fired!' '....' 'Hand me your identification Mr Flint, and your sidearm. You will recieve your slip and cheque in the morning. I want your locker empty and off the premisise in one hour. Do I make myself clear?' 'Yes Sir. Actually sir, the side arm is my own...I was told to purchase it out of my own money...' 'Fine then Flint! Just get out of my sight! Woe betide you if I ever see you again.' 'Yes sir. Which way is the exit?' The head of security pointed up another corridor, trembling with some form of anger. '[i]That[/i] way mister Flint, that way.' Jack nodded and hurried off, cursing to himself. If he ever saw that woman again it'd be too soon...
-
Jack sat behind the front desk and resisted the urge to spin around in his chair. The shift had been long and boring, nothing but business men coming and going while the computer screen before him flickered. He sighed and slumped forward, resting head on the table. He had just begun banging his head on the table when someone cleared their throat. 'Mr Flint, why are you not doing your job?' Jack raised his head slowly and inwardly cringed when he recognised his superior. 'Sir...I uh...can explain..you see I' The head of security raised a hand to stem Jack's rambling. 'Mr Flint,' he said, 'consider this a warning. If I catch you shirking your duties, you will be out of here before you can say hired help. Have I made myself clear?' Jack nodded slowly and watched as the head of security left. Jack groaned and leant back in his chair, one more slip like that and he'd never be able to afford the plane ticket. Jack shifted his gaze around the empty black marble lobby, absentmindedly fiddling with his security pass. The security pass itself was useless, all it said was that he was granted access to the lobby and the staff breakroom. Jack himself didn't even know what the company did. But he did know what he had to do, sit in a freezing cold room while heartless, crisp, business men wandered in and out again. Jack spun around in his chair slowly. He hadn't even had any problems to deal with, which in itself was a blessing, but a blessing with a sting in its tail. Eight hour shifts where all you do is stare blankly into an empty black room can really get you down. Jack spun around on his chair to check out the monitors behind him. All the corridors were empty...as usual...nothing ever seemed to be going on in this place. He set his gaze on one of the camera's that was automatically scanning the intersection of corridors. Something about it just grasped his attention. He sighed and sat back in his chair. Then something popped into view. There was a woman there, carrying weapons while carrying a small child. Jack couldn't help but notice that the woman was wounded...it looked like a badly done tattoo. 'That's a restricted section....what's she doing there? A nut must've got in...' Jack slipped his automatic into its holster and left the desk, grabbing his radio as an after thought, and started jogging.
-
I actually don't worry too much about Valentines day. It just seems to be an excuse to grossly humiliate someone. O.o;; But yes its a very adorable day if you've got a bf/gf/husband/wife etc...otherwise yeah. o.O;;
-
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]You're an idiot. [/B][/QUOTE] Now [i]that[/i] is a response that should be used a bit more often. We've all nitpicked, checked and darned this topic in so many places that we've truly forgotten what the real problem is here. Guys, lay off a bit, you're fighting for the [i]sake[/i] of fighting. You've long stopped debating about the War on Iraq and long started fighting over the 'principle of the thing.' Hell, this war on Iraq better not happen, I'd hate to have you guys fighting alongside each other. Also I'd like to say that this argument is worse than a pair of testosterone filled drunks fighting over an empty seat while vacant ones surround them. If I had the power, I'd close this thread so fast you wouldn't know what hit you.
-
The crowd of grubby soldiers and farmers leaned on their weapons while their clan leader gave a halfhearted speech about the Fomhóire insurgence. The crowd gazed dimly at the speaker. They were tired, they were cold, they were dirty, they were hungry, they missed their families and most of all they were scared. The Fomhóire army had gained terrible strength. They had been a normal foe before?but now?they were unstoppable. Countless hamlets and villages were laid to waste. They were scattered warriors and farmers without a king to bind them together. Their clan leaders were helpless and lost, but every last man had it set in their minds to fight to the last man, and that was all they needed, for now. ?Countrymen, we must build our defences. The warriors of Fomhóire approach. We have stockpiled all the arms in the land, now we need to use them to protect our land. If we lose this battle, we and our people will be smitten from the face of the earth and evil will win?? Just then Nina and Jonathan fell from the sky and landed on the podium next to the clan leader. The exhaust from their jetpacks provided an excellent front for magic, the smoke seemed to rise from their clothes in clouds, and the smell was like lightning struck ground. The crowds around the podium shied away, fearful for their lives. ?Who?who art thou?? The leader asked of Jonathan. ?Tiernan,? Jonathan said proudly, ?and this is Linette. We are the descendants of the Danann, we are here to claim our throne. I am the rightful heir.? The crowd, to say the least, was stunned into silence. Not one mouth was closed, all were agape and fixated on the two figures that had appeared. Well, one figure in particular. Jonathan ignored their intense stares on Nina, who was looking more than mildly uncomfortable. Jonathan raised the sword of Nuadhu in one hand and Lugh?s spear in the other, high before the crowd. ?These,? he said dramatically, ?are weapons of ages past. I hold before you now the sword of Nuadhu and Lugh?s almighty spear. Any army in possession of these weapons is indestructible. We also hold the cauldron of the Dagdha. My birthright is the sign of the Raven. I am your king.? Mouths closed and there were hushed mutterings among those assembled, words of dissent were muttered. ?Ask and ye shall receive.? Muttered a voice dryly in Jonathan?s ear. ?Fine, help me.? Muttered Jonathan in reply. ?I can paste a nice big explosion and blow up a couple of trees for you, just pretend to conjure something when I say go. ?Right, ready when you are.? ? Uploading, remember, those trees, three, two, one?.go? ?Behold my powers of fire!? Roared Jonathan as he pointed his hands in the direction of the trees. Something flickered and the trees exploded into a great ball of fire, showering those assembled in ash and embers, people were so surprised they didn?t notice that Jonathan was pointing to the trees opposite. ?Very well done Jonathan.? Buzzed the static voice, ?you?ve got them now. Now, to see how you hold up against the incoming army.? ?Army?! So soon?? Jonathan said to the voice. ?Yup, your arrival edited the time space continuum of the Load. Three, two, one?surprise. You?re on your own now, I can?t do nothing to a rift.? The voice vanished. The Fomhóire horde appeared at the top of a grassy knoll and ran towards them, screaming warcries. ?Goody.? Said Nina.
-
Liam sat down on the plastic chair in the corner of the recreation room. The room was filled with a teenage misfits and delinquents, all fighting over something, whether it be the TV or even a chair. Liam so far had been ignored. He rose from his chair and filled a paper cup from the water cooler in the corner. A hand took the cup before he could drink it. ?You?ve got to pay a fee if you want to drink from our fountain.? Liam raised an eyebrow and faced the macho voice. He recognised the voice to belong to one of the goons at the tables. Liam took the guys hand in his and crushed it, the water in the cup sprayed over them both. Liam remained deadpan and took another drink. The room around them was silent. ?You are so going to pay for that punk!? Two more goons appeared beside the first goon, holding plastic cutlery that had been sharpened to a wicked point. All three advanced on Liam while the room around began chanting and claiming dibs on his shoes. Liam crouched down, lowering his centre of gravity and backed into the corner. ?Hey boys, this guy?s been watchin? way too many kung-fu movies eh?? The trollish laughter rippled through the three. Liam backed up until he felt the cold wall behind his back. He waited until the leader stabbed at him, before leaping up and holding himself above. The leader looked up angrily, just as Liam fell down again and planted his booted foot into his face. Liam landed outside of the corner as the guy swayed on his feet. The other two advanced on him, feeling strength in numbers was appropriate. On went sailing across the room into a bookcase just as the guards rushed in. Liam bowed and allowed himself to be taken away. The room remained silent as the two unconscious bodies were removed for hospitalisation. A book fell from the shelf and chatter broke out once more. Life continued as normal.
-
Wheee! ^^ (has permission to do this...) [b]Birth name:[/b] Jack Matthew Flint [b]Subject name:[/b] N/A [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Appearance before:[/b] 6'2'' black hair, brown eyes, off-white tanned skin, broad shouldered, mildly built. [b]Appearance after:[/b] N/A [b]Bio:[/b] Typical Security Guard, does his job in the normal ground level sectors of the building and is totally clueless to what is going on below. He signed up as a security guard at the complex a year and a half ago because his University qualifications were useless everywhere except out of the country. Now he has to work to earn money for the passport and plane ticket. Little does he know that he's about to find a whole lot more about his little job.
-
Jonathan crawled over the top of the rocky cliff. Ignoring the magnificent view, he turned around and helped Nina up onto the level rocky ground. Jonathan took a breather an glanced out at the beautiful jade green countryside. Behind them, the sounds of the sea rose and fell with the coming of waves. In front the sounds of animals and birds filled their ears. Ancient Ireland was an tranquil place to be. ?Jonathan,? a voice crackled in his ear, ?if you continue in this direction you should reach the main Irish outpost. Don?t forget to hit them with the ?magic? or they?ll won?t believe you or Nina to be true descendants.? ?Righto then, we?ll call on you when we need you.? Jonathan replied. The static cut out and Nina and Jonathan were left alone. Nina hefted the cauldron over her shoulder. ?Fine then, straight ahead,? she said, ?so we have to walk all that way? I can?t even [I]see[/I] the base.? Jonathan grinned and pressed something invisible on his Celtic sleeve. There was a mechanical humming and the air on his back flickered and focused. A slim and small-chromed pack appeared, the backs of his legs were covered in what appeared to be metal plate armour. Jonathan pressed another non-existent button and two joysticks flickered into his hands. The chrome backpack whined. ?He did say to hit them with our magic.? Jonathan said as the backpack flared. Nina pressed a button and was equipped with a jetpack also. She smiled at him as she rose above the ground, flames deflected off the backs of her legs. ?Race you.? She said as she pressed another button. ?Wait, un- Nina?s pack flared and Jonathan was left with the smell of something unknown burning. -fair.? He finished. Jonathan shook his head and squeezed a translucent green button and followed Nina?s exhaust trail.
-
Liam wandered over the threshold of the room, wincing as the metal door behind him clanged shut. The hundreds of faces at the dining tables flicked his way and then back at their meals. Liam inwardly groaned. This was happening, he was locked up, in a conventional detention centre. ?Great.? He muttered. The court case had gone abysmally. His attorney had come up with hundreds of clever ploys that would have gotten him off with a pardon. But the government was keen to take him down and keep the SYF running. Liam sat down on an empty chair on the far side of the room. Two year sentence in this hole and then onto forty-eight more in a high security prison. Brilliant? Liam raised an eyebrow as the thugs at the nearest table turned around and gawked at him, muttering to themselves about his appearance. ??Weakling?must?ve stolen a couple of handbags?? ??more than a couple to get into this place?? ?yeah, not like he?s don? anything,? wonder if we can? get some cash offa him?? Liam rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long day. Overhead a bell rang. A door on the other side of the room opened and the security guards flanked it. The detainees filed out into the corridors. Liam hung to the back and was the last to leave the room. A security guard caught him around the arm. ?New kid eh? Lemme see?number 4133409?your room is forty-five. Lights out in two hours, recreation room is at the end of the corridor.? Liam nodded slowly and wandered down the concrete hallway, humming to himself with his hands in his pockets. They had confiscated the lighter for obvious reasons?but he still had the cards? ~~~ The Commander knocked timidly on the door. There was the sound of bolts scraping and the door opened, Siren stood on the threshold. ?Yes?? She asked. ?Who?s that?? Called out Jaudiar from inside. ?The Commander.? Replied Siren, ?Liam isn?t with him though.? The Commander sighed and fumbled with his hat. ?Liam won?t be coming back. Full stop, end of story?? Siren raised an eyebrow, ?well you might want to come in then.?
-
OOC: need I say for others to keep away? This is just an example of what's going on. You guys use this time to really introduce your characters and explore the world and your jobs. --- Jonathan threw the fast food rubbish into the bin at the exit of the restaurant. He and Nina exited and stepped out onto the sidewalk. A thousand neon lights filed the streets and eliminated the need for the streetlights. Above them they could hear the sound of the public transit as it rushed past. Around them, happy crowds browsed shop windows and dined in cafeterias. Jonathan smiled to himself. The city centre. There was nothing like it in the universe, not to mention there was nothing he?d trade it for. A loud beeping came from his waist, and from Nina?s waist. He read the message from the PDA and sighed. That was one of the problems with being in the lower divisions. You were always on call. Easy work, but loads of it. ?A new rift has opened up, ? he muttered, ?but what type?? ?Dunno, dunno,? Nina scrolled down, ?oh?damn?? ?What? What?? Jonathan scrolled down also. ?Fomhóire insurgence, again? Why do I always get the daemon armies?? Nina chuckled, ?because you?re lucky. Loads of recruits would kill to be in your shoes. Plenty of action and all the good stuff they were promised by the adverts.? ?Last time I got into my shoes I almost didn?t get out of them again.? ?You are such a worry wart sometimes, and you wonder why you don?t get promoted?? Nina laughed and hailed a taxi. Jonathan shook his head and laughed to himself while the black taxi settled itself down on the pavement after falling out of the sky. He climbed into the back of the vehicle next to Nina and waited while the taxi took off and headed to the base and spaceport. Jonathan handed over some shards to pay for the trip and followed Nina through the prominent glass automatic doors. Minutes later and they were in the bay. The equipment manager handed him and Nina their weapons and gear. Jonathan cinched his wrist gear on and checked that the buttons were fully functional. The manager checked them off and waved them on to the hangar. Nina stopped him before they got in. ?What?s the matter?? Jonathan asked. Nina scrambled into the pilot?s position before he could react. ?I have dibs on driving this thing today, you drive like a lunatic my friend.? Jonathan groaned and climbed in the back and snapped on the harness. Below them a conveyer belt started. The craft wobbled slightly and was carried out into the open. Jonathan could hear the engines whining. In front of Nina, a green light lit up. The ship screamed and exploded off the tarmac, going a direct ninety-degree angle up and out of the atmosphere. Ahead of them, the Load planet loomed. The ship lurched and slapped into the water, submerging under the waves. A couple of seconds later and a Celtic ship appeared. Jonathan tilted the oar slightly, wearing Celtic garb. Nina sat in the centre of the boat also wearing traditional Irish garb. ?So how does it feel to be a Tuatha Dé Danann?? Jonathan asked as the boat neared shore. ?Pretty good I supposed, at least I?m not seasick. Just a question though, aren?t we supposed to land on a mountain in the west after emerging from some obscure clouds?? Jonathan laughed as the boat hit shore. ?You know your Celtic mythology. You?re half right. That was the first arrival, which was done about three years ago, our time, this one?well, we?ll make it up as we go along. Find the ancestors of the Irish, defend them and crown a new king. Simple.? Nina rolled her eyes and dropped from the boat. ?Plans don?t usually pop from mind to practice that easily Jonathan. Don?t forget, this is a rift army, we?re the only two real people here. We?ve really got to tread lightly and we- -can?t strain the Load, I know I know. At least we?ve got Lugh?s spear, the sword of Nuadhu and I believe the Dagdha?s cauldron has been loaded too?? Nina shook her head and sighed. Jonathan grinned and rolled the sail before helping her drag the boat ashore.
-
*sighs* I'm sorry guys. I've already started it, better luck next time. -EDIT some of you also seemed to have missed the point entirely too. This planet that organises the history of Earth, is [i]not[/i] Earth. It is an entirely different planet, a unified one. So there aren't any countries etc. It only vaguely represents earth because of the normal everyday humans inhabiting it. No magic exists on this planet, only on the 'Loaded' planet. And the magic itself is only hi-tech junk that is misinterpreted by the people in Earth's past. The 'real' magic belongs to the creatures that pop up out of rifts in time. It is the job of this hi-tech agency to destroy the rift creatures. etc, etc.
-
The ship settled down comfortably with a hiss of pneumatics. Jonathan climbed out of the cockpit and dropped to the floor of his squadron?s hangar. A few quick seconds later and he had removed his webbing and handed it and his side arm to the equipment manager on duty. ?Nice one Saint George, that?ll go on the training tapes for sure.? Jonathan glanced up the steps and caught sight of Nina standing with a grin on her face and her hands on her hips. Jonathan returned the smile and double stepped to the top next to her. ?Was that sarcasm? Only is that I wasn?t quite sure?? Nina punched him in the arm, a bit harder than what one could call friendly. ?Quiet you. C-mon, our shift?s over. Lets get out of here an catch a bite to eat, I?m starving.? ?You?re the boss. Where to? Last time I ate here I ended up with salmonella, almost killed me.? Nina punched him in the other arm. ?You got salmonella from an undercooked chicken at the medieval banquet before hand. Not to mentione you?d had your shots for salmonella so it was more like light-headedness for, like, ten minutes.? Jonathan sighed. ?Fine, you?ve seen through my charade. Where to tho? I hear a new café opened up across town. If we take the bus we?ll get there in no time.? ?Sounds like a plan. Don?t forget, this is your shout, you owe me big.? ?Do not.? ?Do too. Lets go already, on the way I?ve got to drop a few files off though, explain the fact while Saint George killed a dragon [I]and[/I] a humanoid rift fire daemon?? Jonathan chuckled and followed her through the automatic glass door. Her mild threat was an empty one after all. After editing a few strings here and deleting a few sonnets there, Saint George would still have killed one dragon. [I]But why not just delete the rift anomaly externally?[/I] Jonathan sighed as the question popped up in the back of his mind. It was one of the most dreaded questions that could ever be asked. And new recruits always, [I]always[/I] felt the urge to ask it. [I]Because you can?t. A rift anomaly is just that, an anomaly. To the computer files it doesn?t exist. Everything else does, but the anomaly doesn?t. But the anomaly exists to the Earth. That?s why this station exists. That?s why we go in every day and manually extract the rift.[/I] [I]But why? Why can?t we just let it be?[/I] Jonathan, admittedly had been thrown by this question. [I]Because.[/I] He replied. [I]Without what we do, the Earth would die, and the rift would envelop the Solar system?and then envelop our own?[/I] Nina handed over her clipboard to the secretary near the exit. She and Jonathan both signed out before exiting into their world. Jonathan put down his hamburger. ?You know what I reckon?? He said. ?What?? Replied Nina, with the air of someone who had been through this conversation a thousand times before. ?I reckon that I?m capable of hacking the 21st century. I could do it. I?ve got the skills, I have the means, not to mention the recruits worship me.? Nina snorted at his last statement. ?Jonathan, look, you?ll go up when your evaluation is complete. Wait your turn. Remember when that new recruit jumped the que and stumbled into a newly loaded world?? Jonathan rolled his eyes. ?Yeah yeah.? ?That?s right. The computer couldn?t handle it, it had only allowed for the one team to enter. It automatically dumped the RAM.? Jonathan rolled his eyes. He?d heard this story a thousand times. It was practically a standard cautionary tale. Never, ever, enter the space of the Load planet. If you do enter, you become part of the load. And the load is highly regulated. If you haven?t been factored in, your violated part of the RAM gets dumped. You get dumped, deleted, never seen again. Jonathan took another bite and stared at nothing in particular out the plate glass window.
-
The world is a complex mix of times past and times present. All the while history repeats itself. Pointless wars are fought over forgotten bad blood. Inventions once forgotten come out rehashed and ?reinvented.? Fashions, fads keep returning with vengeance. The same mistakes are made again, and again, and again. The question is, why? The simple answer would be that man is full of faults and errors, arrogant and unwilling to come up with something new, unwilling to heed history?s advice and lustful for blood. The other answer is complicated. Much more complicated. Far above the rat race and rush of the modern world, far away in the centre of the Universe, lies a planet not much bigger than Earth. The planet, long inhabited by highly advanced humans, is now entirely covered in metal cities and vast buildings. Here is where time and history is stored. These human sentient beings have been given the task to store and file history of the entire Universe. They know not who gave them the task, but they know the task is important, time would stop without their important work. The planet is filed with vast arrays of storage devices, advanced computers that constantly run history and analyse it for faults, for errors, for [I]rifts.[/I] When a rift is discovered it acts like a virus, infecting time and history itself. Because of these rifts, time repeats itself. Because of these rifts time cannot continue, it can only loop while this advanced race enters the past and rights the error. This section of the past is loaded onto a planet nearby, much like Earth, in fact [I]exactly[/I] like Earth. This planet, once the period of history is loaded, becomes directly entwined with the little blue planet of Earth and the little ignorant people inhabiting it. Into this planet is sent a special task force. This task force enters under an unsuspicious guise. This is how [I]myths[/I] are born my friends. This is how myths are born. ~~~ Jonathan slipped the ammunition clip slowly into his pistol, wincing at the grating sound it made. Something human on the other side of the room twitched at the sound and lumbered over. Jonathan raised his pistol slowly beside his head and muttered a prayer in his mind. [I]Why a daemon? Why did it have to rift him into a daemon? Why for once can someone be rifted into some form of benevolent creature? They?re so easy to dispatch and no-one is the wiser?everyone expects an angel to appear in the medieval past?but no, Jonathan has to get a fire daemon?[/I] The human creature?s footsteps came closer. Jonathan lowered his fingers to the trigger, nodded once and leapt out from his cover, firing a concise spray of fire on the creature?s chest. Large blue balls of energy exploded on the creature and it screamed in pain, flailing out at him with its burning talons. Jonathan wanted to swear but instead let his training take over. With a mind of it?s own, Jonathans hand pressed a button on his other wrist just as the talon came close. The creature grinned lopsidedly as its claw hit nothing. How odd. All those other weak humans crumpled before him in a satisfying heap and yet this one didn?t. It fought back?it fought back and hurt him? Jonathan dropped lightly out of thin air behind the daemon, thanking the inventor of the little warp device that saved his life. Without further ado his pulled an egg-like object from his waist and stuck it on the daemon?s back. Jonathan covered his eyes and prayed. There was a blinding flash of light that illuminated Jonathan?s eyeballs even behind his hands. The daemon screamed, and then froze. It hung in the air and vanished. Jonathan uncovered his eyes and sighed in relief. A voice spoke in his ear, ?Nicely done Jonathan. Head back to the ship after claiming you killed the daemon and we?ll kiss the Dark Ages goodbye?for a little while at least.? Jonathan chuckled. ?Alright Nina, Be back in a few minutes. I?ll see if I can ditch the feast.? The voice of Nina laughed, ?that?s what you said last time remember? Ah well, I?ll take your word for it. Don?t forget to change by the way.? The voice vanished and Jonathan was alone once more. Feeling much better than before, he whistled and holstered his ?Blue Bang? pistol, as it was affectionately called, and pressed yet another button on his hi-tech suit. A nano-second later and he was dressed in full plate armour and carrying a large double handed sword. Still whistling, Jonathan climbed up the stone steps and left the dungeon. ~~~~ [size=1]Interested? I know I am. As you have probably gathered above you will be part of a highly trained team of specialists that enter the past and fix errors, right wrongs etc. I will be Jonathan, obviously, but someone else can be Nina if they so desire. If you do not so desire, feel free to make up your own character. There are four free spaces, but it doesn't mean you can't fight it out for them ;) [b]Name:[/b] Jonathan Richton [b]Age:[/b] 28 (this is a special task force, keep it real and above 25) [b]Appearance:[/b] 6ft, red streaked black hair, blue eyes slender and averagely well built. [b]Bio:[/b] Senior of one of the lesser task teams, has grown up under the shadow of his father who died because of a rift in the World War Two Load. Has tried to follow in his father?s footsteps and has gained respect somewhat from those around him. Unfortunately because he is part of a lower ranking team, he is confined to the less delicate missions of medieval lore. He hopes one day he take on a real challenge from a serious task in the 20th century (current) history.[/size] EDIT: Ok, I know I tend to be a bit rushed when I feel I have cottoned on to a brilliant idea, so if you feel a little daunted or want to verify something with me, please feel free to contact me, but keep your questions out of this thread. Also, as always with me, I'm taking this seriously. If you feel you can't last the distance [size=1](take SYF for example, I want this to last that long and continue to run, much like SYF)[/size] [i]do not[/i] sign up.
-
*falls over* I guess I wasn't obvious when I mentioned the Sapphire gem around Athenos' neck. Ah well. That's what you get for being ominous. --- Athenos pulled back on the reins, spinning Fieleth around on the spot. Fieleth snorted indignantly at the sudden stop and continued around in a circle, stamping the ground. Athenos patted him on the neck and glanced around the secluded forest circle. The item on the chain was positively burning now, which was odd, nothing burned him before. He placed a hand on his chest, something sparked through his robes and hit his hand. An image pierced his mind like a knife. 'That way...' he muttered. Fieleth snorted and ran north-east. Soon the countryside became a blur once more and Athenos pondered the ominous meaning of this development. The sound of a horn far behind reached his ears, ever so faintly it did arrive. The battle must have started somewhat... Athen bristled when he felt the magma rise from the earth like blood from a wound..he fidgeted in his saddle, torn between following one mystery or another...Fieleth ended Athenos' internal argument by snorting and increasing his pace.
-
The man in the crisp suit opened up his briefcase and pulled out several documents before placing them on the oak table that Liam was currently resting his feet on. The Commander himself was looking very agitated, resembling more of a worried parent more than a superior officer. The man dropped a heavy file on the table. Liam raised an eyebrow and took a glance at it. ?Your list of offences and the laws you broke in full detail Master Cameron.? Liam dropped his feet from the table and took a closer look at the file. ?I did all this? Wow.? Liam pulled out a black and white photo and showed the Commander, ?hey! This is that guy I killed with the toothpicks?.whoa, I didn?t know that much grey stuff- -Liam!? The Commander coughed at Liam?s immaturity, ?that is really not appropriate.? ?Bah, you are so not fun.? ?Child.? ?Old guy.? ?Brat.? ?[I]Really[/I] old guy.? The man in the crisp suit slammed a file on the table, killing the argument. Liam grinned and glanced at the new file. ?So what?s that?? He asked. ?My plan for today?s court session.? Came the reply. ?I was hoping to go through it with you before the court case, but because of your lateness, I?m afraid that isn?t possible.? Liam shrugged and stood. ?Well what?ya going to do eh?? Liam stretched. ?C?mon, lets get this over with.? Liam wandered into the courtroom with his hands in his pockets while the Commander and the Attorney followed in behind. The room was virtually empty. Only the judge, jury of ten and the prosecutor were present. Oh, and about five or so armed soldiers. Liam gave a jaunty wave and sat down in his seat. ?Jury of peers?? He muttered to the Commander, ?not likely. I mean look at them all, I?m a no-ranking agent while they?re all Commanders like yourself. Not fair in my book.? The Commander ignored him and continued with his strained expression.
-
The key question here is, if the Romans had not been destroyed and their knowledge lost, would people in Medieval times have parecetemol and Television? Think about it, we only [i]just[/i] caught up with Roman and Greek technology in the mid 1800's. And when we did, technology just exploded. In the space of 200 years we went from Roman knowledge to the massive almost overwhelming world we live in today. So basically, because of war, technology took two steps back and one step forward, remaining dormant for hundreds of years... it really makes you wonder...
-
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B] I wouldn't mind a job at EB but I don't want to end up as "that" much of a geek... Damn those guys are sad. [/B][/QUOTE] Hey! You're dissing my future Saturday job prospects! lol But I agree with you. Avoid fast food places like the plague. oO; actually, if the choice came up, accept the lesser of the two evils and sign up for all those government funding prospects that come with being a plague victim...
-
Congrats to those that won, it couldn't have happened to better people. I don't bear any grudges. Actually, I'm stoked over the fact I got so many nominations. ^^
-
Athenos rubbed his palms together. The tingling sensation in them subsided. His desert robes fluttered as Serenity rode past. That was an Azrac bred horse. A fine one at that... He glanced over at Fieleth who pawed the ground at his gaze. He knew it too. 'Elysan. Pass on her message to Lacroix.' He said, glancing back at the path Serenity took. 'Fieleth and I have some questions to ask.' Elysan dropped from Fieleth. Athenos smiled and leapt up to the saddle. Fieleth whinnied and vanished. The faint smell of sweet smelling ash hung in the air. Elysan wandered back inside the Post. -- Athenos hunched down in the saddle as Fieleth dodged objects too blurred to be recognised. They rounded the army, too slow to be invisible, too swift to be more than a shadow. Athenos carefully placed a hande on his chest. The pendant on the chain around his neck let a small spark run across his chest. He shivered slightly. Something about Serenity did not bode well for him...he could feel it. But so many questions buzzed as her aura drew close...
-
OOC: rightio ---- A burning arrow pierced the dust at Athenos's feet. Fieleth reared, barely dodging an arrow himself. Elysan clung to his neck as the horse raced round. Athenos fell back, watching Fieleth as he took Elysan back a safe distance. Soon they'd be safely back at the Post. The scouting party in front pulled more arrows into their bows warily. Even more warily than before after that arrow exploded into flame... Athenos raised his two empty hands. 'I am unarmed. I do not want any of your quarrel...' he muttered. One of the swordsmen nudged the other and muttered, 'Don't priests carry tax gold?' Two arrows pelted towards Athenos's heart, but they fell to ashes as they reached him. The archers blinked. They must have missed... Athenos folded his fingers in an intricate pattern before steepling them. A spark appeared in the shadow of his palms. Fire roared out, scorching the air and wilting the foilage. The metal armour of the scouts clanged to the ground, smoking.
-
*mutters* I am a very, very sheltered person wearing rose coloured glasses.