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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:37 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: Didn’t mention this on the main theme, but I’ll put it here… Hawkeye is the same person as Hawkes, just a different nickname. Don’t ask… ^^;
The world was darkness; thick, consuming darkness which crept into every nook and cranny of existence and smothered it. Light was not welcome in this world – it was an outlaw, a renegade. It hid from the ever-vigilant night, not often daring to show its face. It did show its face, however, every once in a while. These were times to be celebrated, as lucidity once again returned to the world for a brief moment. Brief, of course, is the only possible descriptor, for the light would last only but an instant, flickering helplessly like a small candle on a cold day as it waited for the bitter wind to snuff it out. In these moments, it could be seen that the world was not much better than the darkness would have one believe. Great stone walls dripped with perspiration, and the only possible source of vision emitted from a faint, eerie glow – it could not be considered light, for it carried with it a strong stench of villainy and evil. Nearby was a large rock which seemed to imitate this glow – or perhaps it was its source? Falcone groaned audibly as he stirred from his restless slumber. Steadily over the past week, the mind-shattering pain which had been assaulting him grew in strength, and it seemed only a matter of time before he would cave in and lose sanity. The agony was patently indescribable, for it attacked not Falcone’s flesh, but his mind – the core of his being. Though Xarians pride themselves on the strength of their mental will, even Falcone, the king of all Xarians, was steadily losing this battle. It was as though he could hear every single thought and voice in the universe speaking to him at once, with complete coherency. It was not the same as when one is in a highly populated place and the plethora of voices merged into a steady buzz or hum – Falcone could hear each and every one with precise clarity. Comprehension eluded him, however, and this was the source of the pain. His very existence, it seemed, was being twisted and churned, stretched and smashed, all at once. How much longer could this last? The answer to this question seemed lost in the abyss of the darkness, as it began its steady process of overtaking him once again. “What could there possibly be to debate about?!” A slightly gruff, angry voice echoed about the large chamber of the Council. Everyone shifted about uneasily in their seats, whispering amongst themselves, as they watched the owner of this voice stand up. While he had remained silent for a good deal of time, he finally stood up and let his presence be known. This man was Hawkeye, and he took full advantage of his reputation as someone to not be messed with to shrink the Council down into their chairs and open their ears. When he needed to be, he could be a very intimidating person; he had a glare that could strike a person dead from fright if they looked at it, and he employed it fully upon the whole of the council. “This man,” he began, slowly and softer than before, gradually building up emotion and volume, “is easily the greatest leader any of you lot has seen in your lives. He took on Valkier single-handedly and won, with hardly a scratch! We’re using the weapons that his society developed, for cryin’ out loud! Don’t you think that it just might be a good idea to have him around?! He has more spirit, and more drive than any and all of you put together, and if you can’t see his potential as a leader, then this rebellion has already failed. We’re fighting against a man who owns have of this bloody galaxy for God’s sake! We don’t have the time or the resources to just sit on our asses and hope things go okay. If you candy-assed, frightened little pricks are too worried about your precious ass to save this man, then you have no right to be in this rebellion, and I’ll remove you myself – dead or alive; I’m beyond the point of caring. I leave you with this parting thought before you vote: Save him and you risk some of your property, and maybe even your life. Ignore him and I will personally make your life a living hell. Good day, gentleman!” Hawkeye spun on his heel and stomped out of the council, slamming the doors violently behind him. That entire sector of the headquarters seemed to shake from Hawkeye’s dramatic exit. The council, needless to say, was in an uproar. The Prime Minister, a tall, sickly-thin man with skin tinted a slight shade of green, stood up and slammed his fist onto a large button upon the desk behind which he sat. A loud sound, as of a pistol being shot, rang about the chamber. “Order!” he commanded. “We will have order!” The council gradually calmed down and became silent. When the last delegate ceased mumbling, a slightly obese figure of undeterminable gender stood up near the back of the chamber, as if to address the Prime Minister. “Sit down, good sir,” a sweet, woman’s voice sharply interrupted him. The befuddled man sat down, his cheeks a light shade of pink. It was Akari who spoke, the Xarian Queen. While she did not possess quite the same sort of glare that Hawkeye did, she did possess an innate ability to force people to listen to her; and when she employed this ability, the listener always knew they were in for quite a thrashing. “Ladies and gentleman, needless to say I quite agree with Hawkeye there, and if you are thinking or planning to think that I am more than a little biased, well you can go ahead and shove your thoughts right up your asses, ”˜cause I am NOT in a mood to hear it. I may be a woman, and I may be royalty, but that sure as hell doesn’t mean that I can’t beat the shit out of you. While I may not be much of a leader, I can still kick some serious ass. While Hawkeye was willing to wait until you all made up your final answer before kickin’ you out, make no mistake: I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you to make you help me get my husband back! I was tortured for too long, waiting for his return while not entirely certain of his existence, to have him so suddenly taken away from me again just moments after his return!” She paused, now offering the council the darkest glare she possessed; while it was no Hawkeye, it was certainly wicked – it was obvious that she would not take “no” for an answer. “If you are still too frightened to do this one thing, then as Hawkeye said, you have no place in this or any Rebellion.” With those final words, she turned sharply and walked briskly out of the chambers, having a similar affect on the council doors that Hawkeye did. While the council had not yet adjourned, and the vote had not yet been taken, there could be little doubt as to their decision. OOC: Hurray! We started! Maybe not the best ending, but it positions Akari to be near Hawkes, so they can interact, and it sets the general mood. Anyone else, if you’re a rebel, there’s a good chance you’d either be in the chambers, just outside, or… wherever XD
Have fun! |
Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Hawkes waited outside the council chambers for the Xarian Queen. His cerulean eyes betrayed the deep feeling of anger he felt. The council sat and put a rescue of his greatest friend on hold to vote on it! Bureaucrats! Such stupidity in the world was simply untolerable, and he couldn't believe he was forced to sit and wait while his friend was subjected to god knows what kind of tortures. Moments after he had stopped fuming, the doors to the council room opened. Out stepped Akari, the Xarian Queen. If there was one person who wanted more than him to free Falcone, it was her. He understood that and was glad that she had helped argue his case. He turned to her as she exited the large chamber doors.
"So how long do you think they'll take to vote on this one?" he asked, watching as the large doors closed for the final vote. OOC:yay, crap post! |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | The Queen stomped over to Hawkeye, leaning against the adjacent wall, crossing her arms over her chest.
"If they know what's good for them, they've already done it, to fools.." she said, fuming. "I honestly do NOT see why it is such a hard decision... I mean, come now..." Akari's words were becoming less and less audible until she rubbed her eyes and sniffled, turning her face away from Hawkeye's view. "In... In any case, they should hopefully make their decision within the hour. If not... then they shall answer to me. As well as you, I should hope, Hawkeye." Akari smiled, turning to face the man once more. Her azure eyes shone brightly in the dim light, holding so much hope than one could ever imagine possible in the givin situation. "I want to thank you for your help, Hawkeye. Even if I could probably use phycical force on them all to get it done by myself, I'm so glad to have your aid as well... That said... A few minutes have passed, shall we head back in to see if they have made their decision?" Without waiting for a response, the Xarian queen walked back to the large doors and thrust them open, her silken robes billowing behind her, her stern face framed by her long tresses made of what seemed like strings of the night sky. "Well," she said, her voice booming, "what is your decision?!" |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Hawkes followed the Xarian Queen into the council chambers. Following her question, Hawkes glared around the entire chamber.
"Just PRAY," he said to them, "That you have made the correct choice in this matter." He rested his glare on the house speaker. "Now answer her question, already!" he said, slightly annoyed. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2004 11:15 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme The Prime Minister rose from his seat slowly, as though each movement pained him. His expression seemed to give this some element of truth, although it may have been from simple annoyance with these two young people coming into his court and yelling at him. "His court," of course, was a very loose term considering he never really ran it. He offered a strong look of irritation to the two people in front of him as he leaned forward and put his hands upon his podium.
"We have decided," he said with a very tired sound in his voice, "Nearly unanimously -- if you couldn't guess -- in favor of the, err, 'request.' You are to have no more than three Arrowhead-Class fighter vessels* or no more than two Thunderbird-Class destroyer vessels**. Please do not misunderstand; this mission must be stealthy; as you have seen, brute force gives only a reason for extra battles. That is our decision, and you truely need help if you cannot be satisfied with it. Dismissed!" OOC: just a quick post get the story movin' again; sorry for the delay. As for the notes:
*: a small, fast ship equipped to carry a crew of about 7 (i guess :P). Very fast, but not armed very well **: a medium-sized ship which is faster than a full-fledged destroyer, but no where near as fast as the above; average armor with average weaponry. Can carry a crew of about 12 (i guess :P) Note: all the above was totally made up on the spot XD |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Hawkes smiled.
"Glad you agree..." he muttered underneath his breath. "Queen Akari, let's go. We have to get a crew ready." |
| Souji_Murakumo Joined: 28 Aug 2004 Posts: 18 | Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:54 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Souji_Murakumo: This theme, Any theme OOC:Might as well make an intro post, even if it's not much else.
Meanwhile, in the Rebel Base's mess hall, Saebel was waiting to hear the results of the recent council meeting. She'd just srrived, so she saw little point to involve herself in whatever politics were going on at the moment. She'd doubtless hear any news soon enough. From what little she did know, some important leader or the like had been captured after a rescue mission, and the leaders were too afraid to go after him. How weak, she thought, to simply sacrifice a valuable warrior out of cowardice. OOC:I'm posting some sort of "I'm here" thing. Not sure what to do with Lyn at the moment; I'll probably start another thread for him, since he's elsewhere in the galaxy at the moment. He'll probably turn up here about the time the actual attack reaches it's destination. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | The Queen glance sideways at Hawkeye and nodded slightly before pivoting on her heel and walking gracefully to the door, her Xarian robes of silk billowing behind her. Akari thrust open the doors to the confrence hall, still angry, but in a better position than she was hence.
"Hawkeye, do you really think that this will all work? I mean, you see, I haven't been able to sense Falcone's concoiusness at all; it frightens me." the worried Xarian said, looking up at Hawkeye, her father's trusted comrad. |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Hawkeye shrugged, though the thought of the only other Xarian unable to contact Falcone was a little frightening.
"Perhaps Valkier is shielding him away with his magic," he suggested, "I can't say I understand the Xarian mindset, but Valkier is gonna have one hell of a hard time trying to break Falcone." His expression became grim. "But let him try to stop us from getting him out, God help the poor bastard." OOC:wow, uber crap! |
| Vern_5 Joined: 31 May 2005 Posts: 212 | "Look at him, rolling around in the muck" Valkier grinned. "I wonder if he even knows that I'm here"
Valkier watched his prisoner, the High King of a forgotten world, writhe in unimaginable pain and confusion. At least, Valkier saw pain, agony, and the ever-present threat of encroaching madness in Falcone, but he did not know the full extent of his creations. Maybe Falcone was just faking the delirium, the spasmatic movements, the almost vegetative state. On the other hand, Valkier smiled toothily, Falcone could be experiencing hell on earth. "Majesty," came a voice, familiar in its unoriginality yet as meaningless as its owner. "Preparations are set, we can now remove the prisoner to teh designated zone. "Excellent work," Valkier said distantly. "Uh, thank you, sir" said the officer timidly; it was not like the emperor to give out free compliments. He turned to leave. Suddenly, Valkier reached out, grabbed the officer by the arm, and wheeled him around to face the object of his admiring eyes. "Look at it, man. One little stone with a light shone through it. That's all it takes to bring a King to his knees," Valkier smiled proudly, not even bothering to look at his reluctant partner. "Yes it is...very nice, sir" the officer feigned sincerity while trying to hide the fear in his voice; he too saw the madness in Falcone's eyes, just in a different light than Valkier. "Open the lock," Valkier said suddenly. The officer forced himself to tear his eyes from the writhing Falcone just so he could stare at his Emperor incredulously. "Open the what?" the officer nearly shrieked. He had heard of this King of Xarian. His friends had told him the stories, stories of a demon-man, who killed for sport and handled lives like paper dolls, bending their wills before tearing them to pieces. And, of course, his great leader wanted him to loose his greatest fear of all time. "If you value your position or your...assets, however insignificant they may be, you will follow my orders precisely" Valkier eyed the officer. The officer blanched back. "Do I make myself clear?" The officer nodded weakly. Then, he effortlessly dialed in a sequence of random numbers into the nearby keypad, unlocking the door. The Prisoner within made no indication that he noticed the door, much less anything else. The officer stepped away from the open door and wiped sweat from his forehead. Valkier stepped into the cell and swung one of Falcone's arms about his shoulder. From there he proceeded to drag the King, oblivious in his pain, out of the cell and through the nearby corridor, the one that would lead him to the hangar. "There we go," Valkier laughed. "You and I are going on a little vacation, my friend. And You'll be good, won't you?" Valkier grasped Falcone's chin and nodded his head roughly, threatening to break his neck. "That's what I thought. Because, so long as you have this crystal strapped to your chest, I will control the field. No more heroism from you" As he dragged him along, Valkier paused suddenly; he could have sworn he had heard Falcone mutter something. He then shrugged and went on his way. Later he noticed, as they loaded him onto the transport, that Falcone's fists were tightly knotted. Strange, Valkier thought, they had been limp as leaves before... |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | As Akari strode down the hallway of the large rebel base, she experienced what felt like a strange tug upon her heart. It was hard for her to accurately describe it, but, somehow she knew it meant Falcone was alive; but only barely. That same feeling returned again, and yet again, growing stronger and slightly more painful with each pull. The young Queen dropped to her knees, her delicate hands clutching her bosom. She crouched foward, heaving for breath as her charcoal locks of hair tumbled from her shoulders. She watched Hawkes walk past her and then turn around as her vision began to blur.
"Fal...cone..." she breathed, reaching out before she lost conciousness and fell to the floor, limp. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 7:39 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Falcone was in an incomprehensible daze. No, daze was not the right word. Could it be called a dream? No, if anything it was a nightmare. The endless cacophony within his mind refused to allow him even a moment of lucid thought. The world about him was visible, noticable, yet wholly uncomprehensible. It was like the world was reduced to letters and characters of a language he couldn't hope to understand. It was there, but out of the grasping reach of his consciousness.
Consciousness? Could it even be called "consciousness"? While he deeply desired to ponder this question, Falcone struggled even to recognize that he had formed a question -- thinking of any kind seemed utterly hopeless. Oh the horrors! A Xarian of royal blood, reduced to the mental capacity of sheet-rock! That thought alone was enough to drive the king mad. And yet, while part of him wished to succomb to the madness, to give up, to let the pain destroy him so that he would not have to suffer anymore, there was another part which still fought within him. A tiny candle, clinging to its dying flame as the cold, harsh winds of night battered it sensless. That part of Falcone refused to die, for he knew without consciously thinking of one person, for whose sake he could not perish. His lips silently mouthed the syllables of her name, while his mind was still prohibited from truely knowing its meaning, much less its owner. "A-ka-ri," his pale, dried blood-caked lips mouthed silently. He felt -- felt? What is feeling? -- his hands draw slowly into fists. Someone was speaking to him. A voice whose owner should have been known to the Xarian, but was yet hidden by the mind-numbing nightmare which plagued his mind. He was moving. Where or why or how he was moving, was a mystery. But somehow he felt -- again this "felt"! -- that some sort of motion was affecting him. Was it induced by a friend? Perhaps an enemy? Does it even matter? Falcone struggled against himself even to think on this enough to decide on a simple "yes" or "no," but he was not allowed even a moment of conscious thought. The torture continued. OOC: Well, I felt like I had to post. This won't help the plot, sadly, as I'm not really doing anything but lie around, but maybe it'll inspire someone else to post something *caugh*boots*caugh* ^^; |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | OOC:Maybe i'd of seen the post sooner if some people came to this site more often. *caugh caugh*
"Akari!" Hawkes said when he saw the Xarian fall. He immediately moved back over to her side and kneeled next to the fallen queen. "Akari?" he asked, but hearing no response, turned to the nearest soldier, and shouted, "Get a medic! Now!" The man sprinted, the urgency in Hawkes' tone clearly defining something was horribly wrong. Xarians did not just fall over for no reason, and Hawkes had heard "Falcone" ever so quietly being whispered. "Valkier..." he muttered, remembering the mental connections of Xarians, and realized Valkier was causing some hell of a lot of pain to Falcone. As the medic team raced back to them, Hawkes spoke a deep curse in Githyanki, a language unknown to most others at the base. While he had not the mental powers to hurl a true curse at Valkier, the medics understood his anger. Many of them had lived under the boot of his tyranny and were not about to let his worst enemy, and their best friend, die. |
| Eshe Joined: 14 Nov 2003 Posts: 485 | Darkness.
The Queen of the once prosperous planet of Xaria wandered in darkness. She opened her mouth: silence. Those soft lips moved, and yet no sound escaped them. The Queen inhaled. Air came with much labor and difficulty. A delicate hand clenched her warm bosom, struggling for air. She took a step. The simple movement of her limbs felt like lifting thousands upon thousands of tons of weight with only one's pinky finger. From her jade eyes the Queen could feel tears brewing, streaming down her cheeks like water over a cliff. Black fog enshrouded the woman in a cloud of loneliness; of sorrow. And suddenly, there appeared something which she had yearned for. No, SOMEONE she had yearned to see, to feel, to smell again. The image of her beloved Falcone stood but a few feet away from her, smiling, with outstreatched arms. A smile. Something the Queen had not felt for what seemed like eons krept across her face as she ran towards her husband, her King. The weight of her legs was lifted, the labored breathing ceased. Akari threw open her arms and lept upon- Light. Akari's eyes shot open as she sat up suddenly, feeling her head collide into another. She rubbed her head, mumbling curses in Xarian as she gazed upon the room about her. The Queen lay on a white, medical bed, it seemed. There were a few doctors standing about the room, monitoring several screens here and there. She frowned, shifting her weight and pushing herself off the bed and onto the floor. When the doctors all began to shuffle over to the Queen, urging her to sit down, she frowned and shouted: "Forget about me, you fools! We *must* save Falcone. You idiots!!!" The doctors and military officials scooted backward, nodding in submition to the Queen's orders. They exchanged a few words and, within a second or two, were off to begin departure. Slightly exhausted, the Queen rubbed her forehead lightly. She saw Hawkes, who seemed to be distraught over the Queen's physical health, and smiled lightly to him. "Don't worry about me, Hawkes; I'm fine. I just experienced a slight fraction of what my husband was going through. Now that we are the last Xarians in existance, I can sense his feelings and pain more than ever before." She frowned. "He's in grave danger, I'm afraid.." With a sigh she ran her hand through her charcoal hair and, placing her hands upon her hips, turned to the door. "Shall we go? We have a King to save!" |
| Vern_5 Joined: 31 May 2005 Posts: 212 | Valkier had forgotten something: something he knew was extremely important. What he did not know was what it was. Did it have something to do with his Empire? Perhaps he had enemies to attend to? What if it was both?
While Valkier sat in his ornate chair and stared into the blaze of his chamber's hearth, many of the passing servants and intruding operatives thought him to be deep in stirring thought. What they did not see was the inside of Valkier's mental landscape, which was burning with rage and frustration. Valkier's experience as a tactician had taught him many unique lessons like: forgetfullness is a sign of mental weakness. Valkier did not have time for weakness. Too much was at stake...why and how they were at stake was the unknown. Finally, out of boredom and distaste, Valkier simply cleared his current thoughts in favor of something more entertaining. It was at this time, he noticed that he had an unfinished game of Chess upon the table before him; something he must have forgotten to clear before escorting Falcone the Mindless King to a secure location. Falcone the King? Valkier knew he was on to something in his own head. He looked down upon his game of chess. Many moves had been made and pieces were missing yet the white and black sides seemed to be at a standstill. Without even pausing to think, Valkier lifted the white king from his place and held the little piece before his eyes. Here he had a king, he thought, right in the palm of his hand. Realization! If his memory were a ship it would have crushed him! For every king, Valkier thought excitedly, there is a queen! He paused. "For every king there is a queen" which meant that his first prisoner, Akari, was still out there. And the queen, he knew, was far more powerful than the king however less important. Valkier rose, with purpose and gleeful intent. "General Glaive!" Valkier shouted through an intercom. "Emperor?" "Ready a special fleet for me within 48 hours, organized as I specify; this is going to be something special, Glaive" "Consider it done," the general responded confidently. "Objective?" "Search and destroy," Valkier anounced quickly. "Actually, make sure the soldiers can handle ambush tactics as well" "Sounds interesting" Glaive said happily. "More than interesting," said Valkier. "If I know those rebels, they'll probably come after me to get to Falcone. They'll also go through a lot to achieve these goals. So, while they are mobilizing to focus on me, what would be the best course of action?" "Strike where they feel they are safe?" "Couldn't have said it better," Valkier sighed. "Now move out and get my fighter ready; I want to be in the Naga so I can be alongside Akari's flagship when it explodes" |
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