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Posted by: Lord Revan Jul 27 2006, 03:17 AM

ok everyone meet Revan's first friend

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Revan part 2/ chapter 1: Rhys

...... even in exile we care for the well being of our people as a 'whole', our cousins spurned us out of hate, we will accept them in love......

Revan didn't know where the Dark Naryyn would settle, but he felt that Morrowind was a good place to start; he also believed his comfortability with caves and dark places was hereditarely imprinted on him. So he found himself walking through ghost gate on Vardenfell.
It really wasn't as bad as people said aside from the several ash ghouls that wandered the area, they were very ill tempered to outsiders intruding on their turf. Revan opened a wooden door at the edge of the trail only to hack of a group of five or six undead corpus monsters.

He reached out his hand and the beasts were thrown back by the wave of telekenetic wave, most made sickening crunching noises as they hit the walls of the cavern, but two were consumed by the pools of lava that dotted the floor.

Revan took the wake-up call to heart and activated his twin swords (both were more valuable to him than a cave full of gold, they were artifacts of Revan's ancestors who had abandoned Tamriel eons ago) both sprouted a single bar of silver light that could cut through almost anything like scrib jelly.

in another section of the tunnels.........

A group of bonewalkers staggered, waddled, and crawled around a small chamber deep under Red Mountain. One wandered around a cornerout of sight, several moments later it burst back into the view of its companions it lay dead on the floor in pieces; as the others looked up from the corpse they only caught a glimpse of a black clothed figure holding a double-edged hilt with two silver blades jutting out of the ends.

As the figure spun its sword/staff, kicking out as it did the undead were put to rest again............ The figure took a deep breath to calm down, and paused to detect a alluring presence-not undead- make its way down the upper areas. The black clothed being closed its red eyes and sat down to wait for the being who felt so...... so like her.

Revan............

Revan stood triumphant over the twenty bodies he had just slaughtered, and felt the presence of the other, he was sure that this person was one of his siblings. He began to sprint, deeper to find the other, slicing through every single zombie that stood in his way.....

High Naryyn stronghold.....

Xarkum was stunned with all that had transpired since his friend Revan, his sevro had escaped from the honor guards. The loss of all the future archeological finds was the last thing on his mind. Norik had assumed control of their operations and had purged all attempts at learning from the ruins; more importantly though was that Lord Xaries had been incarcerated, and Norik had taken over.

Xarkum's father had made the eradication of any Dark Naryyn on this world paramount, Xarkum was worried about Revan, the Honor guards themselves had been sent out along with troops to track down and destroy anyone who challenged his discisions.
Xarkum's uncle, Xaries had instructed him to stay out of the current turbulence for now, before he was imprisoned that is. Still not all of the High Naryyn had sided with Norik, and had banded together to resist his will; most had been loyal to Xaries or sympathised for the Dark Naryyn after meeting Revan.

The group didn't mean to start a conflict, but tension was mounting and Norik believed they were going to rebel against him. Some scouting parties had been sent in an attempt to find Revan (or any Dark Naryyn) but none had returned with news.

Norik was anxious, he had sent his honor guards and his most loyal warriors out to destroy the treacherous Dark Naryyn. But he was losing his patience with the group of followers that showed great reluctence to do as he instructed, they refused to see the truth that was right infront of them, he was in charge now. He had locked his brother away for his insubordination and treason, Xaries had not refused him and put up no fight.
Norik's full attention was devoted to the goal of this crusade, the extermination of the Dark Naryyn vermin, in particular the one that had escaped his wrath and murdered thirty of the faithful recruits, Revan was his prize. Norik wanted him alive, so he could torture Revan before his execution. But Norik felt uneasy about his honor guards, they had simply watched their prey elude them, and ignored his commands to pursue the infedel.

Honor guards were supposed to follow his orders to the letter, but they seemed to be......... independant, as though they thought for themselves. So could they disobey him if they wished? He shook his head to dismiss the disturbing prospect, he grabbed a nearby cup of some alchoholic beverage of this world and gulped it down. It burned his throat for several seconds after it made contact.

Dagoth Ur caverns............

Revan slowed down as he neared the presence, and spotted the dead zombies, he noticed the telltale marks of energy blades. Then he saw the figure sitting in the middle of the carnage. It......... no she opened her eyes, giving him a searching glance. Her eyes were red like his, and the skin that was visible was the same ashen tone as his, so she was another Dark Naryyn!

Rhys looked the armored figure up and down; she couldn't see the man wearing it, but his movements were like hers and she felt him exude confidence and........ and relief. He reached up with both hands and lifted the imposing mask-helm off of his head. He was as young in appearence as she was, she couldn't see any excess fat on his face, and his short hair was white (like hers) but was red in two strands above his sideburns. There were equally as dunmer-like except for their human like ears.

Revan saw understanding cross the womans face and felt that he could rely on her. "Greetings sevra-sister- my name is Revan" Rhys was surprised that she could understand the new word, but it was familiar even though she'd never heard it. "Greetings sevro, I'm Rhys." Revan sat down infront of Rhys and explianed all that he knew about the current crisis.

upper caverns.............

Captain Harrow ordered his men to halt as he inspected a decomposed corpse, yes there were the same burns marks on the body as the bodies of the thiry or so grunts that had died in the prisoner's escape. He ordered the other solders onward,knowing the vermin were close, the infedel's companion(s) were to be killed on the spot, but bring the one named Revan alive, the squad moved on.

Revan and Rhys........

Rhys listened intently no matter how unlikely Revan's statements were, she believed she could trust him. When Revan finished speaking he gazed at her, Rhys didn't think Revan was one to remove his helmet to someone he didn't trust, she believed everything he had told her. "So if the High Naryyn are killing our people were ever they find them, then we have to find our kin before they do."

Revan nodded, his face one of grim determination, "We should leave soon, before they find us, they probably want m-" Rhys gazed past Revans shoulder at the golden armored High Naryyn entering the chamber weapons at the ready, just as Revan's voice trailed off.

Captain Harrow grinned, his orders clear. "Revan, the High Naryyn Executionary force is here to take you to our glorious hand of the council." Both of the fallen ones got up, the male put his helmet back on. "We were ordered to kill any accomplices in your presence, but to take you to our lord alive." Harrow noticed Revan move subtlely block the female from harm, Harrow would have laughed, in Revan's situation he would be worrying about himself, oh well, we'll just have to take him by force. "Very well we shall take you by force," Harrow gestured for his men to open fire.

Revan and Rhys moved in unison in left and right, blades activated two single blades, one double blade. The battle was more of a ballet than a deathmatch, both effortlessly switching from offence to defence in tandem. They weren't thinking, they were reacting; both working together as though they'd know each other all their lives.
And the last thing Captain Harrow ever saw was not two, but four blades of Dark Naryyn origin swinging to snuff out his irrelevant life, like a candle against a cold breeze.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Jul 27 2006, 03:52 AM

So he's found another one, and the mess up some High Naryyn. Fun stuff!

Posted by: Lord Revan Jul 28 2006, 04:57 AM

Yes, Rhys is the first of many my friends.


but she will pay an important role as a second protagonist

Posted by: Mazelure Jul 28 2006, 09:45 PM

Now it makes sense. I like how the two teamed up and took that one guy down. I mean that was realy good how they acted like one. Can all of them do that? Just team up and know each other's movement or was this something deep.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 5 2006, 03:33 PM

greetings everyone, I managed to find a hotel with a free internet connection.

Well I don't want to give anything away Mazelure, but yes there is something between Rhys and Revan. Still all Dark Naryyn have subtle connections that other races don't have.

Well I have to move on in a few minutes so I should be home next time I post.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 7 2006, 03:26 AM

My father loaned me his device that has portable internet connection.

Naryyn are telepaths, but not invading other being's minds instead they communicate consiously(or subconsiously) and in the lose of private thinking(at least Dark Naryyn) have lost there vanity and some more tight-knit groups are brutally honest amounst themselves.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 7 2006, 05:14 AM

My father loaned me his device that has portable internet connection.

Naryyn are telepaths, but not invading other being's minds instead they communicate consiously(or subconsiously) and in the lose of private thinking(at least Dark Naryyn) have lost there vanity and some more tight-knit groups are brutally honest amounst themselves.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 7 2006, 05:35 AM

My father loaned me his device that has portable internet connection.

Naryyn are telepaths, but not invading other being's minds instead they communicate consiously(or subconsiously) and in the lose of private thinking(at least Dark Naryyn) have lost there vanity and some more tight-knit groups are brutally honest amounst themselves.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 7 2006, 05:43 AM

AHHHH!!

I'm seeing triple! ......Or am I? Thanks for the new info though!

Posted by: jack cloudy Aug 7 2006, 10:24 AM

Wow, I definitely don't want to mess with those two. They've got Telekinesis, my favorite trick! And a bunch of nice weapons complete with the skill (instinct?) to use them. Oh yeah, that executionary force is in big trouble. Please continue.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 9 2006, 04:14 AM

I'm back, Wahahahaha....... HA! Its good to be home

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Revan part 2/ chapter 2: Rhys' Past


Of the original 15 Dark Naryyn clans, only five escaped from the Tamriel. Of the ten left behind...... their fate is unknown, them and the 'herald' that was believed to reunite our scattered race.

Revan tried to calm his breathing, he hadn't thought, but only reacted in the brief skirmish with Captain Harrow's squad. Apparently Rhys was having the worse deal (likely her being new to the conflict).
He stopped powering his twin blades and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Rhys shakely deactivated her double blade,"I'm fine, let's just get out of here."
"We should go deeper," Revan suggested,"There could be more on the way."

Rhys had been fond of caves since her childhood, they felt safe despite the creatures that commonly occupied them, her old friends had never understood why she felt more at home in a cave than a warm house. Still her friends had all been humans(imperials), but all of them were dead of course, they were the weakest warriors against the enemy called time. Elves weren't any more comfortable than humans for her....

She had been raised in Cyrodiil; Rhys had never known her parents, she had been found in the wilderness outside of Bravil one-hundred and ten years ago, at the age of five. The Bravil watchman had found her at dusk in a clearing, his name was Barrik. Barrik had always admired elves and took Rhys as his own daughter, Rhys remembered fondly those precious few years of dotage and friendship.

At the time there weren't any elven residents in Bravil, so her childhood friends had been a small band of imperial children all around her age: Markus, Casus, Lex, Zarum, and Aron. When they were older, they all loved to go out in the wilderness adventuring. The Imperials bragged they could do everything Rhys could, but she always beat them with her readiness to rush into the caves around their village.
Barrik would always be at the gates in his watch armor when they got back, but he would just shake his head and invite them to tell the story of that days adventure.

But those inocent years ended when Barrik, the closest thing Rhys had ever had to a father, was murdered on patrol by an organized band of highwaymen. They had been returning to Bravil, but Barrik wasn't at the gate to welcome them back, at first they had thought he had been held up, and decided to tell him in the morning.
Casus woke her up and together they gathered the rest of the group by the river, before he told them the news. Rhys was grief-stricken, while the others were rendered speechless, Barrik had been a large part of everyone's world. Rhys left Bravil that, she wandered for decades, helping people to scrape out a living, before ending up in Vardenfell......

She decided to enter Ghostfence to search for a priest that had gone missing a few days ago days for the Ordinators. She found the priest's corpse outside the entrance to this cavern, and decided to explore it......... then she had felt Revan.....


Now for the first time in her life, Rhys had found a link to her heritage. She would follow Revan, not only because he was a fellow Dark Naryyn, but because whether Revan knew it or not, he had given Rhys a purpose.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 9 2006, 05:24 AM

Interesting bio on Rhys, though depressing that she lost Barrik. Hopefully she'll find some moments of friendship or build some kind of posistive relationship with Revan, it seems like she needs it.

Give her a big hug Revan!

Posted by: jack cloudy Aug 9 2006, 10:13 AM

I love flashbacks. It is also pleasant that she didn't have a traumatic youth. (Well, at least the first part sounded quite happy.)

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 11 2006, 08:18 PM

ok, new update everyone

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Revan part 2/ chapter 3: The Most Well Kept Secrets of Dagoth Ur

Deep in the recceses of the caverns, a small group of mysterious creatures were jolting around their chamber and chittering excitedly around a clutch of zombies who seemed intent on grabbing the leaping beasts. To the creatures these undead were a joy to toy with, because no matter how hard the bonewalkers tried they were just to slow to catch their agile assailants.

Suddenly, all the creatures skillfully climbed the large boulders that dotted the cavern, now out of reach. On the largest stone was a single specimen featuring three bioluminecent antenai, instead of the more common single antena. It flared up its glowing head-tails as it shrieked; all of the creatures joined in, antenai flaring up.
The effect was more than apparent after a few moments; the pebbles that carpeted the cavern floor trembled and flew across the floor. The undead were slipping across the floor just like the pebbles. To anyone with an affinty with magic, or other supernatural forces the chamber would have pulsated with the psionic force eminating from the antenaied creatures.

The last thing the bonewalkers felt was the lava pool they had been shoved into. The dominant male, the one with three tentacles, cocked its snouted head and felt the air with its antenai. It felt more death on the upper levels and......... the distinct presences of his masters' race make their way down toward his packs chamber.
Oddly, he didn't recall any of the villagers leaving for the surface recently, never the less his pack would greet them when they arrived, He stomped his clawed foot and marshalled the herd.

Revan......

The lich raised its staff in an attempt to block Revan's blade, and failed as the energy sword simply cleaved the staff in half. Revan cast a glance in Rhy's direction as she sliced through a cluster of zombies with her double ended saber-staff.
All the undead were on the floor except one, a zombie Revan had sliced in two who stubbornly reached for his left leg while lacking its lower section and its left arm, Revan simply smashed its skull with his boot. He walked to a nearby pool of waterand wiped the gore of it in the water, Rhys sat down beside him and waited patiantly.

Revan had to admit he had taken a liking to Rhys; she didn't break down in a pinch. Second, she seemed to be someone Revan could depend on, and therefore could depend on him. And for some reason he felt connected to her in a way he never had with anyone before, not even Xarkum.

The memory of his best friend caused him to feel a moment of regret, when he had fled the High Naryyn stronghold in Valenwood he had left without giving a farewell to his friend. He hoped that Xarkum and Xaries, Xarkum's uncle, were still alright. Most of the capable High Naryyn warriors were loyal to Xaries, and hopefully still were, but if they weren't...... Revan didn't want to think of the possible consequenses.

Rhys...

Rhys watched Revan finish washing off his boot, with his helmet on few could tell what he thought, but she couldn't help but be vaguely aware of what Revan thought. Maybe all Dark Naryyn were connected on this level, but that didn't feel right. Revan didn't seem aware of her sifting through his thoughts, but she was able to listen to them.

He had metioned Xarkum and Xaries before the squad of High Naryyn solders ambushed them, Revan said the both were sympathetic to our kinsmen, but not that he and Xarkum had become best friends. Revan had also left out that Norik, the one who hated our hind so much, was Xarkum's father and that Xaries was his uncle.
But what Rhys found most mysterious was the white 'spirit' that had appeared to Revan and offered him council. She stopped there, she didn't have the right to invade one's most private sanctum, and certainly not Revan's.

Revan took the lead, but stopped to gaze at the edge of a boiling pool of lava. On the edge were several charred corpses, some looked like they were trying to get out of the pool when they died.
Rhys stopped to study the bodies, while Revan turned his attention to the floor, claw marks were visible all over the ground, not only that but there was a perimeter of small stones and pebbles all seemed to have skidded across the floor, not picked up. Then Revan looked at the other side of the chamber.....

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 11 2006, 08:43 PM

Hmmm these new creatures are interesting, I wonder if there's a connection going on between these things and Revan....

Posted by: jack cloudy Aug 11 2006, 09:03 PM

Interesting creatures indeed. (people? They sounded at least somewhat intelligent) Well, I wonder how the 'conversation' will go.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 12 2006, 02:08 AM

well these facinating creatures are connected to their master's race (the Dark Naryyn), while being animals they are at the human level of intelligence. They can understand us, but can't vocabulate in our sentient tongues.


PS: as we delve deeper into the Naryyn's ways, I will post information as it becomes available(ie: a lexicon). cheers!

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 14 2006, 05:24 AM

Well here's the expanation of the creatures from before

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Revan part 2/ chapter 4: Our Masters

"The loyal Marhun Kar stayed behind to cover our retreat, none have made contact with us since the second diaspora."

There were must have been twenty of them, several darted about restlessly, while others hissed and snorted at on another. The creatures looked similar to birds, they were bipeds standing around six-seven feet when upright. Their heads were like those of Argonians, scales covered them all over, and their snouts were longer, even needle-like.

Menacing could easily be attached to them, their eyes were green and the pupils were vertical slits, but they an uncomfortable way of looking at you, almost like they knew exactly what you are. Their hands and fingers seemed perfect for grasping prey, each slender fenger possesed a single two-inch razor-sharp claw.

But what caught Revan's attention most was the antena-looking things which sprouted from the base of each one's skull' the ends gave off a blue and purple glow that radiated in pulses in the air around them. Revan felt Rhy's surprise as she looked up from the dead zombies, but she, for her part, didn't make any noise that could provoke the avian/reptilian creatures.

A single creature sporting three antennas-a male?- slowly strode across the chamber, and stopped before them looking between Revan and Rhys. The male stared into Revan's faceplate, sending a chill down his spine, he turned and honked at the pack, and resumed staring at Revan's visor. Revan suddenly felt a pulse in is head, accompanied by an alien presence, He almost flinched the predator was in his head.

The world disappeared before Revan's visor and in the darkness the male stode into view and gazed at him. "You aren't from the village," The voice resonated from the creature without any movement of its mouth. "Who are you and why have you come?" Revan had seen lots of weird things while he served the daedric lords, but he had never had a one-on-one conversation with any sort of smart animal. "I am Revan and my friend-and companion- is Rhys, we came here hoping to find refuge from the High Naryyn."

It occured to him that this animal didn't know what the High Naryyn were, but its reaction made it clear it did know of them. For an animal (if not an amazingly intelligent one) it did made an excellent expression of shock and...... fear. It shook its head,"If what you say is true, than I must take you and your female to my masters." "Your masters?" Slowly the black veil began to dissapate, and the male paused to face Revan,"The Dark Naryyn, your kin."

Xarkum....

Xarkum knelt in the snow on top of a forested hill and had to admit that he had found a small fragment of courage within himself after he and the rest of the resistence had deserted the excecutionary force.

It was only two days before that they had escaped...... maybe 'escaped' wasn't the proper term, Norik had pushed for moving their headquarters to Skyrim, and the resistence had stolen some previsions and fled into the tundra. It certainly couldn't be called brave, but at least they weren't being hunted down like Revan and the other Dark Naryyn...... yet.

Xarkum was interrupted by one of his comrades grabbing him from behind, and hualing him to his feet. He recognized Kartah, one of the warriors loyal to his uncle Xaries, she was his only (none-scholar) friend.

"Quit daydreaming Xarkum, even the the CO's own son needs to help put up his own prefab, time is running out." Slowly He followed her toward the campsite. Yes, he thought, time was running out for them, if they couldn't find Revan and his brethren soon then that was it, they wouldn't stand a chance when Norik would find them........

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 14 2006, 07:39 PM

Ooooo, sounds like we're going to meet some more Dark Naryyn. I wanna see some more!

Posted by: jack cloudy Aug 15 2006, 06:08 PM

And the chase is on! I'm waiting4updates.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 17 2006, 01:32 AM

sorry guys i just haven't had time since school started again , but I'll post sometime this weekend.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 17 2006, 02:09 AM

I know what ya mean, depending on homework load, posts are going to get a bit slower from me once school starts in September. I picked some fairly easy courses this year (final/extra year = fun courses!) so I should maintain a steady update rate.

Then again, my update rate has never been as brisk as yours, Jack's, Tellie's, or Black's has been. So I'll eagerly read it once you update.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 20 2006, 07:56 AM

Ok, I have to go to sleep in a few minutes.

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Revan part 2/ chapter 5: A Safe Haven

Norik was uneasy with the recent turn of events: the rebels had fled with enough food and supplies to last them months, the fallen ones had eluded his men, and most troublesome of all was that his honor guards were becoming harder and harder to manage, almost like they had minds of their own.

The Honor Guards were supposed to follow a master's commands to the letter, no loop-holes and no misinterpretations. So were his rebellious? They scared him now more than the Dark Naryyn they were supposed to hunt.

He shook himself back to the present, the troops were moving to a new location in a place the locals called Sosthiem, or something. This presented an improvment: the nearby island of Verda.... Vardo...-Norik cursed the natives of this world (he hoped the council would let him burn it from orbit when this was all over) was a logical location for the vermin to hide, seeing a race of similar looking sentients inhabited the island. After his men finished digging in, they would send scouting parties in after the Darkies.

Rhys......

Rhys felt more connected with Revan, she could make out small sensations and emotions that he exuded. She sensed that there was a temporary telepathic link between him and the pack leader, but she decided not to interupt them.
The other creatures were patiently awaiting their leaders return: some were sniffing the air, and the others seemed to be communicating via flashes of their antenna, verbal snorts, and what she suspected was telepathy. Slowly both Revan and the male began to move again, the pack leader snorted and honked at its comrades.

Revan filled Rhys in on the details of the 'conversation' as both fell in step with the pack as they continued their desent. The caverns soon gave way to architecture similar to the ruins that the High Naryyn had studied.
After a couple hour of walking, the group stopped in a small room to rest, while the creatures layed down Revan took Rhys aside to teach her how to read the runes covering the walls. By the time the creatures were ready, Rhys had learned to read the markings on the walls-apparently not all Naryyn could read them instinctively.

As they passed through the doorway, Revan could make out a huge chasm in the floor; it was much to far to jump the walls, and were tilted at an angle that was impossible to kick off, so he couldn't see how the were getting past it. The creatures were talking amongst themselves about who-knows-what, before all of the pack nodded and dispersed from the huddle.

They all stood five feet apart along the side of the chasm, they started to growl; slowly their antennas glowed brighter as they became louder. The air became distorted around them, Rhys lost her footing just before Revan lost his, everything in the room was floating!

The entire group was suspended by the telekentic power of the pack, and slowly they crosssed over the crag. When they reached the other side the entire pack collapsed on the floor exausted, and frankly Revan couldn't blame them, what they had just accomplished was extaordinary.

When the group entered a large open chamber they loosed a howl that echoed across the space, after a few moments severalanswering calls were sounded. Revan could just make out several small groups taking up the call, the pack leader beckoned them to follow. The group rounded the corner and finally saw it.......

Posted by: jack cloudy Aug 20 2006, 03:02 PM

What, what did he saw? These little critters are amazing. I want to see more of them.

And no, Norik, you may not destroy the planet from orbit. If you try, I swear that you will get every single fanfic character on this forum knocking on your door. And some of them are VERY powerfull. Heck, what am I saying? You won't even know what happens before you are disintregated together with your house in a barrage of spells.

Posted by: minque Aug 20 2006, 04:20 PM

Another good read.....oh my.....need no more books I reckon!

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 20 2006, 08:03 PM

I still have the time for books, but these fan fics are excellent as well, this one among many, many others.

These new characters are always interesting to read, just because they stand out in contrast to the standard TES races. Each time we learn something new. I love it!

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 21 2006, 12:37 AM

Thanks guys , Metal Mallet I think I'll post some info updates as we go along.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 23 2006, 03:32 AM

I'll try and write a post tommarow, until then

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Information post:

Naryyn: Originally not of Nirm, all Naryyn are native to a planet light years from Nirm. Both species differ in general temperment, but share powerful psionic abilities and great intellect.

High Naryyn: Though the heirarchs all hate the Dark Naryyn's guts, most of the race (in general) tend to avoid making the choice: "Are you with us or against us." H. Naryyn lack the physical to mental affinity of their brothers, but make up for it in rank-and-file tactics, and unimaginable amount of mental energy
(Ex: blasts of energy)

Dark Naryyn: They look like dunmer, and some act like dunmer. The D. Naryyn are gifted with uncanny acrobatic and athletic skill (not to mention their mentally enhanced reflexes). They have melted into the local populace of Tamriel, and now their vengeful brethren have come to eradicate them and anyone that shelters them. Though they fight back against the High Naryyn, the Dark Naryyn ultimatly wish for their full species to be united as one again.

The Culture:

They D. Naryyn society is clan-based, each tribe with specific abilities and talents.

The Marhun Kar were 'beast tamers' and were one of the many clans to be left behind on Nirm.

The Dark Naryyn leaders are all female matriarchs who have dedicated their lifes to their people, and to the common hope of Naryyn reunification.

Lexicon:

Hurso' (her-so) noun, Naryyn: blood
Hurso' eto (her-so it-oh) noun, Naryyn: blood bond/ link
Sevra (sev-ra) noun, Naryyn: female sibling/ sister
Sevro (sev-row) noun, Naryyn: male sibling/ brother

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 23 2006, 04:06 AM

Thanks for the info Revan. Your new culture is proving to be quite intriguing. I'm sure you'll share more with us as you continue to write, and I look forward to it!

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 24 2006, 03:15 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 6: The Mahun Kar

The village (hardly the right word for it) was stunningly beautiful, the towering pillars, majestic spires, and the enthralling pulse of energy. Rhys glanced at Revan, who stood beside her, she couldn't see his expression, but he was as captivated by the city as she was. The pack leader poked him with his snout urging them onward to the city. The town was located in a five kilometer pit-- it filled the entire bottom of the sinkhole-- which happened to be a hundred feet deep (it took the group a few minutes to climb down the face.

Two armor-clad Naryyn were waiting at the foot of the cliff to greet them, the pack scampered of deeper into the city.
"Greetings sevro, sevra, welcome to our santuary," The taller one said. "What has brought you to us?"
"Unfortunatly bad news," Revan replied
"In that case, we will take you to our Matriarch.
Revan and Rhys fell into step with the two guards, but Rhys couldn't shake a feeling of impending doom as they approuched the largest structure.

Revan couldn't help but feel relief, he and Rhys had finally found their people, and now they could use this place to rally their scattered bretheren to fight back against the Haigh Naryyn. They passed several heavily armored guards as they approached the main structure (a palace?). The large gateway closed behind them and the interior of the building was well illuminated--and now they could rely on their nomal eyesight. The coucil chamber was dominated by a circular table surronded by chairs, at the other end the matriarch entered. She wore a cloth over her lower face (like Rhys), and black and gray robes, her gaze told of a great knowledge and wisdom, but despite her long life she looked as young as thirty (that wasn't a surprise, he and Rhys looked like twenty year olds). The Matron was accompanied by two other beings, most likely advisors or consorts. She gestured for them to take a seat, as she took her own, the tall guard whispered in her ear, she nodded and dismissed him. "You say that misfortune has brought you to us?"
"Yes, Ma'am we have come here because the High Naryyn have come to this world, many of our kinsmen have been killed by them already," Revan answered. The matriarch exchanged glances with her advisors,"None who live in this settlement have ever seen let alone fought with our brothers before, that means your the most expierienced warriors here. From what clan do you two hail?" Revan quickly glanced at Rhys, her answering look confirmed his suspicions. "Niether of us grew up amognst our kin, we were raised separatly by the natives of this world." The Matriarch and her consorts appeared taken aback by this. "If the High Naryyn are here, than we must rouse the city to repel them," An armor wearing one--an officer?-- advised. "You are right we must be ready and on our guard, in the mean time," She turned toward them,"You will be shown the city and learn about our ways."

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 24 2006, 04:02 AM

Yay! I love the promise that future knowledge shall be given! This city is rather cool too, a giant pit city located in a cave. Very interesting...

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 26 2006, 02:18 AM

Ok here's the next update.

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Revan Part 2/ chapter 7: Learn Our Ways.......

It had been four or five days since the resistence had deserted the army, and they had left Skrim two days ago. Now..... well now they were in search of Revan and his people, in the most obvious place of all Morrowind (specifically Vardefell), unlike Norik they had mingled with the natives and had gained good intel on the island itself. Xarkum was tiring of the constant sojourn toward the volcano of Vardenfell, but he wasn't the only one, even by-the-book Kartah was exausted. But it was the Dark Naryyn possesed enhanced physical attributes, the High Naryyn were blessed with more potent mana, this was what wasn't helping the small army (actually there were only three platoons of solders, and a mixed assortment of scholars, engineers, support, and shock troopers). The worst thing was that they had left their heavy mechs (tanks and other armored vehicles with their masters) this fact denied them not only firepower, but fast travel.

At noon one of the scouts reported that 'ghost gate'--the enterence to Dagoth Ur-- was nearby, that was great news to the rebels, so great in fact that they all packed up and arrived in an hour.

Marhun Kar village.......


Revan wasn't one to get hyped up on adrenaline, but he was probably to faint from shock, he was suspended on a wall in one of the training rooms. It had been a few days since he and Rhys had arrived, he had wanted to hit the training rooms, well it seemed they had hit him hard. One of the other trainees took a couple of rounds to the chest, the rounds weren't permanatly damaging, but they HURT!

He dropped down from the ceiling avoiding a hurso-blood- blast, it turned out that all Naryyn had once lived side by side eons ago, but when a percentage of the populace brought another interpretation of the blood power that flowed through their viens, the future High Naryyn were furious and a civil war broke out. The few survivors on both sides were transformed into the two races know today. A holographic soldier raised his rifle and took aim at him. But the Revan's people lost the war, and were exiled from their home, but all kept in their hearts that the High Naryyn would forgive them. Revan raised his hand to stopped the projectiles mid-flight, while another of his borthers rolled behind the holo image and impaled it through the chest, as the image faded both gave each other a kurt nodd and continued hacking through the holograms.

Revan was sweating horribly and had trouble catching his breath, but he had been fortunate not to have been shot, the 'dead' men limped toward a cluster of hollowed-out pillar like structures which would heal and rejuevenate them. The holo rounds weren't lethal, but they could maim and otherwise harm for a short time. One of the veterans sat opposite of him, Revan recognized him as the one who had stabbed the holo that had shot at Revan. He had his helmet beside him, Revan removed his own to be respectful. "Your the one who arrived a few days ago," He said, holding out his guantleted hand. "Yes sevro, I'm Revan," Revan answered, shaking his hand. "Name's Darhun, nice moves back there, self-taught?" "Thanks, yes mostly, I adapted the role of an assassin while I grew up." "Indeed, none of this city have been to the surface long, we don't need supplies, but we realize that we must know what is going on. Also the captains at ghostfence know that we exist, though we only rise from the depths every decade, even then there are only three of us that leave." Both stood and walked out together, "My family would enjoy you and your compainon's company for dinner." "We'd like that, I'll meet you in front of the centadel." With that they went their separate ways.

It occured to Revan he hadn't seen Rhys in two days, oddly he was filled with regret, he realized he had grown used to her company. He had never been that close to someone before, it felt strange not bad but strange all the same.

At first he wandered aimlessly, but suddenly he felt Rhy's familiar presence, he jogged past several other Naryyn, of both sexes. Revan in the meditation plaza, in the center was a huge fountain, but he was struck by the magnitude of concentrated energy, not to metion the flood of different presences. It was disorientating, but also refreshing. He spotted Rhys sitting beside the fountain, with a small girl beside her. He strode toward them, the girl looked around twelve years old, and was wearing Rhys' cloth on her head, Revan glance was fixed on Rhys' uncovered face mesmerized. Rhys was beautiful even with it on, but it was the first time Revan ever had the chance to see her entire face. He succeeded in composing himself, and also realized she was exuding a maturnal affection toward the child, while the latter felt in kind. This was completely alien to Revan, he had never expierienced any acceptable level of affection in his youth, or ever. Rhys looked up as he approached and smiled, it wasn't intended to but it unerved him, the girl looked at him as well (even though Rhys' cloth was covering her upper face, even her eyes) cocking her head. Revan nearly flinched, the girl was looking at him not only physically, but she must have gleaned some of his feelings before he rebuffed her. "Good to see you, Revan, this is Nara," Rhys indicated the girl. The child remained silent, that sent a chill down Revan's spine. "Nice to you to, Rhys," He bowed to her and the girl. "I talked to a warrior in the training room, he's offered us dinner with his family." "That's great, we're both getting hungry," She said smiling.


Time was impossible to keep underground, so the threesome went straight to the citadel. Revan quickly spotted Darhun who waved to the from across the square.

half an hour later......

They had a great night: the food had been excellent, everyone shared stories, and Revan and Rhys caught up on their missed time. Suddenly a guard threw open the door and shouted,"The watch has spotted a small group of High Naryyn entering the cavern!"

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 26 2006, 05:41 AM

Information post-

Characters-

Darhun: Dark Naryyn male, Marhun Kar watchman
Harrow, Captain: High Naryyn male, status KIA
Kartah: High Naryyn female, sargent of High Naryyn Navy, Xarkum's best friend
Nara: Dark Naryyn female, role undetermined
Norik: High Naryyn male, Antagonist, father of Xarkum, and brother to Xaries
The Spirit: ??? female, mentor?
Revan: Dark Naryyn male, protagonist
Rhys: Dark Naryyn female, secondary protagonist, Revan's closest friend
Xarkum: High Naryyn male, Revan's first real friend, son of Norik, and nephew of Lord Xaries
Xaries, Lord: High Naryyn male, Norik's brother, Xarkum's uncle, charismatic leader

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 26 2006, 02:44 PM

Don't worry Dark Naryyn Dudes! It's just the nice High Naryyn!

And yay! Characters!

Keep it rollin' Revan!

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 26 2006, 09:19 PM

thanks MM, I might write more tonight.

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I plan to write at least two more parts of Revan's life, some on and off Nirm. I think by next summer I'll have begun on part 3, only time will tell.....

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 28 2006, 04:32 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 8: Reunion

Xarkum was one of the first to enter the next cavern, he was astounded, it was HUGE!! It could be a couple of miles from the enterence to the far wall. Kartah stopped beside him and also appeared dumb-struck. "I've never seen anything like this anywhere," She whispered. "I've never seen or read of world of such wonders," He replied. Both sprinted to catch up with the officers leading the colum. After a few minutes they could just make out the outline of a cliff, but not how deep it was.....


Revan hardly recalled being the moments after the guard had roused them. He remembered exchanging glances with Rhys and Darhun before they all charged out of the house with the guard. They had scalled the the wall opposite the cliff that the High Naryyn were gathering, and hung from the stalagtites that jutted from the ceiling. No one spoke, no one breathed, all communitcation was through gestures, and telepathic ideas and incentives. One of the captains projected....... 1....... 2....... On three, around seventy shadow warriors plummeted from the ceiling on the intruders.

At first it was only a slight unease, the incoherent panic, we shouldn't be here........ we shouldn't be hear, the thought pulsed through every one of the rebel as they neared the cliff. It felt oddly like the imbodiment of fear itself, they all felt like scared little children diving headfirst into the abandoned house of a long forgotten family. Xarkum heard the whisper of a breeze, which was odd, he thought, why should there be a breeze deep under a mountain? He glanced upward and flinched as a armored body landed in front of him. Kartah had her rifle raised in an instant, finger layed on the trigger, but another two being dropped behind her, one wearing bulky but artistic body armor the other wore nothing except black robes and a cloth obscuring her mouth and nose. But the figure in front of him wore familiar armor......

Rhys and Darhun were capable of killing the soldier and it seemed the soldier could kill him, but Revan didn't need his night enhanced vision to recognize Xarkum. He was as good at cloaking his emotions as before, but he was a welcome sight none the less. The Naryyn of both sides remained still, niether wanting to start the firefight. It seemed that all the High Naryyn were simply stunned by the surprise attack, while Revan's siblings waited for a reation. To Revan it was odvious that these weren't a part of the Executionary Force (at least not any more). "Sevro, I take it you deserted?" Xarkum managed a nervous grin, " and I take it you've found a place to stay." Rhys, Darhun, and the soldier cast a series of dubious glances, all went ignored. "I see that you need what we have and you have want we want." "You can see through me like a bloody text, Sevro" Revan finally adressed the Dark Naryyn to stand down (technically he was the most knoledgeable officer).

------I have to go to bed, I'll continue tomarrow---

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 28 2006, 05:00 AM

Fine with me, this meeting looks interesting so far.

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 29 2006, 02:33 AM

Revan part 2/chapter 8 (cont).

Both sides were ready to stand down, and Revan's brethren lead their high siblings into the city (a runner had already been sent to the palace to call for a brief council). The Matriarch and her consorts were still in deliberation. Everyone made use of the time by giving introductions and exchanging stories. The brave soldier that almost killed him was a female sargent (and Xarkum's best friend) named Kartah, as the introductions were wrapped up everyone bowed respectfully.

As for the other deserters, most seemed courtious (even complimenting the masterful ambush) and relieved to have been caught off guard by friends instead of foes. High Naryyn tactics were completely alien to Revan and the other Dark Naryyn, in their opinion, striding in rows toward the enemy was almost suicidal. And the idea of always hitting the opposing force head on was unorthodox at the very least, but it seemed the High Naryyn only used sneak attacks as the last weapon in their advanced arsenal.

Nara appeared shortly after, and sat on Rhys' lap (both were projecting pulses of affection). Revan still couldn't understand such displays of emotion, but Xarkum, Darhun, and Kartah showed no signs of unease (but they all probably had families at one time).

An hour later the palce doors parted and the ruling party stepped out to adress the High and Dark Naryyn.
"After much debate, we have decided to offer amnesty to the High Naryyn resistence," Her voice washed throughout the plaza filling everyone with happiness....

later that night......

Darhun and his kin insisted that Revan, Rhys, Xarkum, and Kartah sleep with them for the night. Nara and Rhys shared a pair of coaches, while Xarkum and Kartah decided to sleep in guest room, Revan opted to lay on the floor. he removed his armor, but left the suit he wore under it on. He watched Rhys and Nara rest, both lying serenly together. He just couldn't understand what was going on between them, but Revan never had anything like a family, or even a friend (aside from the ones he had now). As such relationships were beyond him, by Azura he didn't even understand his new feelings for Rhys. Suddenly he felt Rhys' stare, there was something about her look that he'd never seen before. He rolled beside them and for the second time in decades slept in peace........

Posted by: jack cloudy Aug 29 2006, 09:04 PM

That was a hairy situation for a moment. I'm glad it got defused. Very interesting description of the city and Dark Narynn training. Holograms and rifles. These guys (and girls) actually seem to be rather high-tech compared to the rest of Tamriel.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 29 2006, 09:18 PM

I'm sure the interactions between the next batch of High Naryyn won't be as candid as this meeting was. Beware!!

Do I see a developing relationship between Rhys and Revan? Or are my eyes deceiving me? I'll guess I'll find out in the future...

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 29 2006, 10:07 PM

Well Jack, the Naryyn are an advanced alien species, that long ago had a huge war that spanned many worlds, not to mention capable of interplanetary travel. The dark Naryyn just infuse their energy into their inventions (think of soul gems and enchanted items), while the High Naryyn are just highly advanced in terms of technology.



well MM.......... I have no comment right now......

Posted by: Lord Revan Aug 30 2006, 01:30 AM

I'll be on a fishing trip starting on Friday, so I won't be back until wednesday

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Due to the recent influx of High Naryyn knowledge, we now know more about Naryyn culture and technology.....

Prophecies-

The Herald[i]-

It is believed that a High Naryyn Patriarch and Drak Naryyn Matron will bore a child of merged blood. With the abilties of both races the herald will "make one out of two" (unite the clans of Naryyn?), and restore the former glory of its people.........

-It is unclear what gender, or what race the herald will be, but still some are sceptical of the authenticity of this legend...... But the Nerevarine prophesies were proved true, so could this Naryyn tale be guenuine?


[u]Factions-

The High Naryyn Conclave- for thousands of years the council has goverened their great empire with power and coordination surpassing all other galactic civilizations. The High Naryyn have conquered hundreds of worlds, and in so doing have learned "every trick in the book." But they have never used covert operations to take a planet, some would go so far as to consider them brash and suicidal in stratagy. Inspite of all the glory of their dominion, the conclave has never (and likely will never) forgiven the Dark Naryyn for their heresy.

The Dark Naryyn Matriarchy- The matriarchs have selflessly shepard guided their forsaken people ever since the Great War. Each clan possesses one Matron for leadership and representation to the other clans and any alien species they might encounter. The clans are, for the most part, spread out throughout their region of space. Of the original 15 clanships, only five are known to have escaped Nirm.

Naryyn Abilities- like the other races of tamriel the Dark and High Naryyn are unique, both in appearence and in skills and abilities.

Dark Naryyn-

Shadow Kin- the Dark Naryyn are all tied to darkness, this gives them the ability to hide themselves in a large shadow.

Light Bending- although several other alien races can become invisible with a invisibility device, some gifted Dark Naryyn can do so without any sort of device.

Climbing- though many species can climb a tree, the Dark Naryyn can scale almost any surface unaided by tools or equpment, they can also hold onto a wall even if it was completely vertical.

Universal- some powers are intraspecies, meaning that both castes may use them.

Mind Control- The High Naryyn have employed mind control in past sieges before Nirm; in a conflict like Nirm (where the enemy refuses to meet them head-on). There have been instances in the past, where some Dark Naryyn have used a temporary form of control, but the High Naryyn have used it to permanet effect.

Symbionotic- It has been observed that some small groups of Naryyn are more powerful together than alone; indeed it is rumored that some pairs have been linked in blood, but these rumors are unconfirmed.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 30 2006, 05:14 AM

Nice! More information! Very interesting abilities. It definitely makes them formidible opponents.

Enjoy your fishing trip!

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 5 2006, 04:12 AM

I'm back again...... ......... but I'll post tommarow I promise.

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 9 2006, 12:44 AM

Ok here's the update you've been waiting for

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Revan part 2/ chapter 9: A Plan Emerges......

The halls were dark and the voices were growing louder as he approached. "..... and in so doing you have broken our sacred covenant. Our blood is most distinct and powerful when it is pure dark or high, but it is spoiled when mixed together. Our order has brought our kindred spirits together in a united cause, but we are to respect the fact that we are not meant to be one, but two races. Knowing this, why did you even think to bear a child of mixed blood?" The voice belonged to a cloaked figure standing behind a podium. There were others in the room, most sitting in seat on the left and right, it appeared to be a court in session.

"From this moment you are no longer a member of our order, and your child will be sent off to the newly colonized world, council adjourned." Revan couldn't make out the being as it was hauled off by two guards.
The figure watched the exile depart, and slowly the scene began to fade away......

the prison facility, Sosthiem......

The prison had all the appeal of a crypt, but bad working conditions were the last thing on Surrush's and his bond brother, Zarrun's, minds. They had been assigned to reinforce this place five days ago by Norik.
Most would think it was for the odvious reason of having your best 'men' guarding a capture high value target, but the truth was Norik was uncomfortable having them around. And being that the prison was five klicks from the HQ, Norik had dumped them there. It had actually been a prudent measure but he would meet his fate like all the others.

For the High Naryyn believed that the could command the Honor Guards, but the tragic truth was that the entire act of guarding powerful patriarchs was just an elaborate charade- a facade- the Naryyn were only employing a fraction of Surrush's race. And soon they would pay for conquering his people, not only would The honor guards massacre the High Naryyn but the Dark Naryyn as well. It was a pity really if Surrush had a say in this conflict, he would have spared the Dark Naryyn. They were the more likable of the two, but pawns never won arguments with kings and queens. Not only would the Naryyn die, but the natives of their worlds would be exterminated as well. The sea creatures of this world would drown as their precious oceans filled with blood from the unexpected attack of his people. Both guards produced a series of throaty chuckle, the nearby High Naryyn guards shuddered at the malevolent tone that the laughing conveyed.

High Naryyn base, glacier west of Vardenfell......

Norik was considerably more calm and clearheaded now that his Honor Guards were a safe distance away. The drifting glacier base had come together nicely, it hide the secrets in its depths well. He had his office toward the topmost edge of the tallest piece of ice jutting out of the top of the glacier. His advisors were sure that the Dark Naryyn were located on (he'd made a habit not to bother pronouncing it), and the resistence had been seen traveling to the island. Still the island was the size of a small continent, and they didn't know much about Dark Naryyn tenents (therefore their refuge was yet to be located). Still all of Norik's efforts were aimed at this island.

For once he actually thought about Xarkum, true the boy refused to take part in the work of wiping out the infedels. But Norik felt a small measure of remorse, after all he'd never treated Xarkum or even Xaries like family. Maybe someday -perhaps in a few years- he and his brother could reconcil, and make up for those years he had ignored Xarkum's existence. Still the council might not allow for Him or the resistence to walk away with a slap on their shoulder, that filled Norik with sorrow, they would probably exile them from the empire. Maybe he could pull some strings, but first he would have to see how this played out.

Marhun Kar village.....

It had been a week since the High Naryyn Resistence had come to the city, they weren't what Rhys had expected. Revan had mentioned Xarkum, but he never told her how close they were if it weren't for there pyshical differences Revan could have been a older, confident brother, while Xarkum could be the young, tentative, and inexperienced little brother. Where Revan was a bold (long since mastering his fear) warrior, Xarkum was squimish, but looked up to him as a model example. Also Xarkum lacked Revan's decisive nature and his quick thinking. But Xarkum was interesting none the less, instead of wisdom (Revan's trait) he made up for it in sheer knowledge. And he also was learning from Revan quickly, with time he could gain confidence and even leadership capabilities.

But recently she felt drawn to Revan, and it seemed he was going through the same thing (though he made no mention of it). Rhys was used to his tendency to keep things to himself, but she hadn't delved into his mind recently either. It was only her intuision that gave her that insight. But aside from her feelings for Revan, she also cared for Nara. They'd met while Revan was training with the other warriors, and both had become close.
She once felt what parentage was like from Barrek, and she felt maternal affection for Nara. Nara was an orphan, but add to that see was a natural seer -Naryyn who can see supernaturally, even visions of the future and the currents that wound around all individuels. Rhys was fully aware that Nara had attemped to read Revans mind, but she was half amazed that in such short time Revan could detect and block someone from probing his thoughts. She had tried many times to persuade Nara to tell her what she had seen from Revan, but the child seemed tight-lipped on this subject. That didn't bode well, it had to mean that it had been something of great consequense- and danger.

Rhys banished her worries; they all had to focus on what was happening now. It had been decided by the matriarch, the resistence leaders, and their party that the next move should be a rescue attempt to find Lord Xaries. With his help they could hold back, and maybe repulse Norik's forces. But there was a snag, no one actually knew where he was being held. Rhys strode into the main plaza, the concourse was illuminated by a perimeter of glowing stones that took the place of torches. She spotted Revan, Xarkum, Kartah, and Darhun on the far side of the promanode.

Revan glanced around the plaza and spotted Rhys approaching- and felt a wave of some unknown emotion. He stuffed it down and gave thanks that his helmet hid his face, and greeted her. "We were just discussing some possibilities on how to find the High Naryyn prison." She nodded and the conversation continued for several minutes. ".... to bad lay don't take live prisoners, they'd be leading us right to the facility." Suddenly he remembered Capt. Harrow's words, "We have orders to take you alive...."
That was the answer, He thought. "I have an plan......," He started......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 9 2006, 04:57 AM

Hmm seems like things are starting to get very busy all over the place. The Honour Guards' race coming to exterminate everything sounds quite frightening considering the power of just two of them. Hopefully the situation between the High and the Dark Naryyn can be resolved before they show up.

Please continue, I wanna see the steaming cauldron rise to a boil!

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 10 2006, 08:32 PM

I'll post tonight MM, and it won't quite boil yet *note "yet"*

PS: you didn't even mention the dream (aren't you at least a little bit interested).

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 10 2006, 08:43 PM

Oh yes, the dream. I thought it was some sort a memory recollection since after it didn't go to Revan waking up.

But yea, it leaves me very curious, I wanna know who the cloaked figure is. And who this exiled person is. I almost believe that maybe this "child" is actually Revan...

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 17 2006, 03:03 AM

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Revan part 2/ chapter 10: Capured/ Jail Break #1

The Matriarch had agreed to Revan's 'plan', but had cautioned him that he would have to fend for himself.
Still the others--particuarly Rhys-- odviously didn't approve. Rhys had approached him and voiced her worries. "I appriciate your concern, Rhys, but this is the only way we can hold our own in this war." He had said. Those had been brave words, but Revan knew that this could be considered suicidal. But as he marched out of ghostfence, it was final, there was no second guessing his decision.

after being captured, and being taken to the prison......

He'd been taken to Sosthiem, and led to one of the caverns that led under the island. Oddly enough the High Naryyn had handed him over to a mixed group of argonians, orcs, nords, and other native races. They all had a far-away look in their eyes. The question of why they were here was soon explained when they led him into a chamber with two 'flame atronachs' and a group of cowering natives. Before the two Atronach things, were an argonian maiden and an orc male. The 'atronachs' swayed back and forth full of malicious glee. "Oh so many entertaining possibilities!" One chuckled. "Who shall kill who? Who to enslave, and who to smite?" Slowly the Argonian lass was levitated to the atronach, and slowly, deliberetly it held its hand over her face. The girl went limp for a moment, then tensed. The Atronach released it, and commanded it to kill the orc. The ex-argonian rounded on its former companion and attacked him like an animal. Evan through the screams the twin apparitians watched and laughed delighted at the murder. Slowly --blood dripped from her jaws-- the 'maiden' rose and bowed before the spirits, and departed. Revan couldn't comprehend what could motivate such abuse-- such preversion of power and blessing. To twist a sentient--any creature-- was reprehensible at the very least. One of Revan's escorts hit him in the back and shoved him on. Revan now wondered if he had made the right decision.....

Marhun Kar City......

Despite the blasing hearth before her, Rhys felt cold and scared. Something was wrong, she just knew it; Revan needed help. The others were more than willing to follow her, she felt odd being in the lime light of leadership for the first time. As they were about to depart Nara approached, planning to join them. Rhys, Xarkum and Kartah all refused, but Darhun convinced them to allow her along--citing that despite her lack of age and expierience, she was a seer and therefore had a place in this engagment. So the group departed to aid Revan and Xaries.

prison....

The guards left Revan in a small cell, but after a short time another spirit appeared. At first it looked him over with great interest--in an almost obssessive manner. Then it spoke, " Young one, fear not for many watch over you, and others wish you to survive. And you shall, Revan." As it disapeared Revan called after it. "How do you know me!"

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 17 2006, 04:00 AM

This prison sounds rather creepying. Hopefully what that spirit says is true.

Will his escape be daring? We'll likely find out soon.

Posted by: jack cloudy Sep 18 2006, 08:46 PM

Oh, evil monsters. They need to receive the touch of a sword. A sharp sword made of the most exotic and powerful materials available. Add a good load of magical stuff to the mix and they'll scream for mercy. I do hope that Revan will be fine. Somehow I've got the feeling that Rhys will only manage to distract him when she shows up.

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 18 2006, 11:17 PM

Revan part 2: Jail Break #2

Rhys had never been in a position of authority or leadership, but she hoped she was worthy of her companion's faith. Kartah had given her a powerful railgun/ sniper rifle, which fired a sliver of charged paticles at exterme velocity, and she still had her double-edged energy blade for close-quarters. She wore her normal atire, but some light armor over it. The armor was similar to chitin and bonemold, but less bulky and more light-- it was colored matte-black for stealth purposes. Kartah had her assault rifle, a shotgun, and--should push come to shove--a wrist-mounted bayonet. She was an accomplished security specialist and opted to take the role of tech expert. Xarkum held a small carbine, and an additional bag of amunition for everyone else. Both High Naryyn were in full armor, but weren't diffacult to tell apart. Darhun wore his armor and hefted some large, unwieldy contraption on his shoulder. He identified it as a duel heavy weapon system-- it functioned a a powerful autocannon and an anti-armor piece. Nara holstered twin pistols--which fired a pulse laser-- on her hips and donned a black bodysuit. Rhys still felt uneasy about bringing her into the middle of this, but Darhun was right-- she needed to see the real world. Kartah and Darhun supplied everyone with several small handheld explosives-- the dark grenades were similar to other Dark Naryyn devices-- powered by arcane energy (fire, ice, and electricity). The High Naryyn version contained some extremly combustable chemicals, and a freezing substance called liquid nytrogen.
They found a ship-- and a willing captain-- in Seyda Neen to take them to Sosthiem-- where she felt Revan was. They were all forced to endure the torture of waiting as the ship slowly made its way to the frozen island.

High Naryyn prison compound......

The cell conditions weren't what Revan was worried about right now, but rather on the..... jail apparal. The guards had left him in his armor (of that he was thankful), but had attached restraining devices to his wrists, ankles, and neck. Though not restraining movement, they stopped him from concentrating (therefore restraining his powers) and that was a problem. It also interfeared with coming up with another scheme of escape. He had yet to be removed from his cell, so sneaking away wasn't an option. All the while the spirit's word whirled through his mind, as well as the question, "how do you know who I am?"
Eventually Revan began to meditate, mostly to pass the time........

Surrush paced about a deserted hallway followed by his bond-brother, The High Naryyn had captured the one called Revan. That could be good and bad news, bad because it had not been expected that they would actually capture him. But it could bode well, because it could excellerate his race's agenda. Most of their enemies would be in one place and could be destroyed together. Still it meant a drastic change of plans, so Surrush an his brother would have to move fast to implement them. They rushed deeper into the natural tunnels of the base. They would win, they would succeed! They had to.....

Revan slowly opened his eyes, all he remembered was that he had been meditating when he suddenly was knocked out. He was laying face down on the floor of some intersection of crisscrossing corridors. Hauling himself up he reailized that his restraints were gone, his blades were beside his feet, and a message hung suspended in the air infront of him.

Revan,

Down the hallway, around the corner is another cell block. It's well guarded, but Lord Xaries is in this area. The guards are mostly natives that have been enslaved to our will, I regret that our reunion couldn't have been on better circumstances.

With love,

Perplexed by the message, but eager to continue, Revan pressed on. Around the bend, there was a bulk head, it opened at his approach. A mob of Argonians carrying spears and pikes turned to glance at him. Revan rushed through their cluster slashing both his swords. He sliced arms, legs, and burned flesh with great proficiency, and ease. Though many, the slaves were unskilled and had all but lost creative thinking. As the last one fell, Revan leaped up to a catwalk, and found Xaries in one of the far left cells. He looked to be in bad shape, but was thankfully alive and kicking. Xaries favored him with a surprised look, but turned sober in an instant. "Coming here alone was reckless and unwise." He scolded sternly. "At least tell me you brought back up" "I'm afraid not, Norik gave orders to his men to take only me alive. No one else knows where this place is. It was the only plan, we had." Xaries nodded, "heard that too, but you should have found another --safer way, but thanks anyway. I wouldn't take this over another month in here." Revan helped him walk, but just as the reached the bottom of the stairway four armed Naryyn guards emerged from the bulkhead.......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 19 2006, 12:25 AM

And the jail break commences. And the Honour Guards are rushing their plans, oh noes!!!

I need more!

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 22 2006, 04:05 AM

I was only able to type a short post tonight, but I'll right the rest tommarow

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Revan part 2/ chapter 11: Escape/ Ancient Aid

The four guards spotted Revan and Xaries; three leveled their rifles, but the fourth rolled behind a crate. Revan dropped Xaries and burst toward the guards. The three hostile soldiers fired a great stream of energy, but Revan dodged and deflected a few with his twin energy swords. Xaries grabbed a grenade from one of the mind slaves and tossed it into the enemy formation. The guards tried to scatter, but were still caught in the blast. Xaries, Revan and the third guard put them to rest. The surviving guard saluted to both of them. "I'm sorry for the confusion my lord, but most of us troopers are mixed in alliagences. I decided not to desert, before now." The soldier explained. Xaries replied, "It's all right soldier, you did what seemed to be the smartest stratagy at the time. But I think our dark brother might have a safe haven for us." "Yes, there is a settlement on the island of Vardenfell. It's under the large volcano in the center." Revan answered. The High Naryyn officer nodded, "I'll gather the other defecters and then travel to this base." the officer saluted once more, and charged down the corridor and disappeared.
Xaries opened a small box on the floor, and retrieved a capsule with a mask attached. He inhaled deeply with it, and his skin recovered some of its former gold luster. He also consumed a small packet of some kind of rations. "This is a medpack, filled with some othe the things nessasary to revitalize someone in critical condition." Revan understood and grabbed a couple more scattered across the floor, and stored them in his backpack.

High Naryyn HQ.......

The entire base was on high alert, it had all started when Narik had recieved the news that revan had been captured alive and was currently in custody. Norik had sent the orders for the treacherous demon to be brought here. But things started to collapse since then. Word had come minutes later that one of the 'evolved' Naryyn guards had freed the trouble maker. Why something like that would happen, was inconcievable.

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 28 2006, 11:04 PM

Revan part 2/ Chapter 11(cont.): Escape......

Rhys glanced around the corridor, and waved the others through. They had entered the base and avoided
detection. Oddly, there didn't seem to be many guards. Nara had sensed some unknown creatures along the way. Darhun and Kartah silently entered the room and confirmed it was clear. The group cautiously made their way through the hallway. There was close to no light in the recent passages, so the group relied on the three Dark Naryyn for their vision.
When they reached a locked bulkhead, Kartah retrieved a small computer keypad, and spoofed the lock. The red light turned green, signaling that the door was unlocked. The inflitrators slowly continued deeper into the base....

Revan and Xaries had encountered no resistence since the liutenent and his three fellows. The lights were out on the deeper levels, and due to Drak Naryyn night vision, Xaries was forced to follow Revan's lead. But Revan wished he couldn't see some of the things in the halls. Deep scratch marks, and dark patches of blood adorned these walls. Xarkum and the other deserters had been frightened by the Dark Naryyn's mere presense. Now Revan had a hint of how they had felt. These marks could only have been made by a large predator, large enough to be lethal. Some of the claw abrasions streched a foot in length, and were two centimeters deep. And those walls were made of stronger materials than cement, or the rocks used by the other races. Xaries was edgy, but he couldn't possibly see the signs of battle........ and death. For some reason there were no bodies, or even drag marks. But there were pieces of High Naryyn battle armor littering the floor.
After a few more minutes of walking, Revan heard a barely audible noise. Xaries must have heard it too, because he also paused. The sound came again, hiisshhh. It had to be the same thing that had made those marks and blood stains. Revan searched the chamber for the source of the noise, the noise came again, but more insistently. HISSSHHH Try as he might, Revan could not pierce the veil of shadows. Xaries whispered, "Can you see anything, Revan?"
"No," He replied. "The darkness seems to almost shield, whatever this thing is."
"There were signs, weren't there? In the corridor?" he asked. "I heard the guards talking before you freed me. They said something, or things, attacked the lower areas. The guards put them in lockdown, hoping to trap them." Xaries whispered, his voice edged with fear.
Revan continued to search for the creatures. "Yes, there were claw marks on the walls, and bloodstains. But I couldn't find bodies...... there were fragments of armor though." A shadow moved and burst toward them, before vaulting. It shriecked, and tackled Revan. He was knocked off his feet, and felt a large, sharp object pierce through his armor. Spittle splashed over his visor, as the monster shriecked......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 28 2006, 11:49 PM

Another new creature, and this one seems quite lethal. Hopefully Revan can pull of a victory or at least escape.

I wonder where this creature came from though...?

Posted by: Lord Revan Sep 29 2006, 02:02 AM

Well, MM, this new beast is a complete monster. The next installment will be very violent, and creepy........ Also Revan and Rhys will learn a little about their bond. And a few other questions will be answered. Possibly Revan's origens......

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 1 2006, 12:22 AM

ok, the time draws near for some revelations......

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Revan part 2/ chapter 12: Revelation

Rhys paced slowly as Kartah messed with the lock on yet another bulkhead. They'd been walking for close to ten minutes now. But two minutes ago Darhun and Nara had began to feel the cold that flowed throughout the lower area of the base. Rhys was now feeling it too, it emanated from beyond the doorway that Kartah was tinkering with. Niether Xarkum or Kartah had sensed the presense of this place, they only had a bad feeling. Rhys guessed it was that High Naryyn lacked the connection to the supernatural that was darkness.
Xarkum was providing light via his armor's spotlamp. It was more for Kartah, than for Rhys and the others. The pressure door gave a beeping sound and slid open...... Almost on cue, a bloodcurdling shriek came from the new passagway...... The group rushed into the dark corridor, weapons at the ready. They had been lucky before, but now something [/i]big was ahead of them. Rhys (the fastest and least burdened) sprinted ahead, but without warning pain stabbed through her body........

[i]Revan and Xaries......

Revan could hardly see through his pit covered visor, but he knew the thing was right on top of him. It rammed a blade-like appendage through his armor's cuirass area, his vision went hazy with the sudden pain. He could feel the blade in his gut, and the creature wasn't holding it still either. His torso was burning along the spinal region. Revan thrust his sword upward at the monster, through the spit he saw the energy beam slide along the beast's carapace rather than impale it. But the glancing blow caused the creature to jup off him. Blood and agony erupted as the blade withdrew from the wound.
Xaries loosed a blast of light and energy, whigh struck the thing head on. Its form was temporally revealed in the light. It was a giant biped, two and a half meters tall. The creature was hulking and burly, and its head resembled a House Telvanni bonemold helm. It had four slits for eyes, and its 'mouth' was made up of two curving mandibles. Rather than skin or fur, it was covered in armored carapace. The hands had three fingers, each ending with a sharp claw.
While a devastating attack, Xaries was still weak from his captivity, and the creature's carapace seemed to reflect and disperse the incoming blast. It gave its characteristic shriek and its back opened to reveal two vaguely transendent wings. Like a giant beetle, Revan thought glumly.
It launched into the air, and dived at Xaries, but despite a rapidly bleeding hole in his chest, Revan jumped and takled the beast. Both slammed into the floor, but the thing recovered first and fully impaled Revan with its long claws. It turned and threw him across the room. Revan hit the ground, tumbled, and colided with a wrecked High Naryyn tank...

Rhys had only felt the afliction for a moment before it just dissappeared. There wasn't any injury visible, and it did nothing to hinder their progress. But in a quiet corner of Rhy's mind, she knew that the wound was real, it was real for Revan. The group rounded the bend, and saw a large insectoid creature, Xaries on the far side, and a crumpled form lying beside some wreckage. The beast turned toward the newcomers, and roared a challenge. Rhys shouldered the railgun instantly and fired; the supersonic round hit dead-center on the thing's head, but fragmented in a shower of glowing slivers. Everyone else opened up in the creature; Darhun filled the air with repeater fire, while the High Naryyn loosed energy blasts and small-arms fire. But blasts were dispersed, solid rounds pinged off the beast's carapace. It was clear that their weapons and powers were useless against this opponent, but the creature couldn't move at all. Suddenly Darhun stopped firing, and his weapon glowed in the din. He crouched and aimed carefully, and a huge blob of plasma erupted from his gun. The smear struck its target in the chest, and there was a resounding BANG.......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Oct 1 2006, 02:52 AM

Hmmm, I wonder what is going to happy to the creature. I hope Revan is ok as well. Hopefully Rhys would feel alot more pain for a longer moment if he was dead. Hopefully we find out in the next update.

You're leaving me biting my nails here. This revelation you spoke of must deal with this connection between Rhys and Revan. It's an interesting one I'd have to say, it'll be interesting to see the reason why they have this connection.

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 1 2006, 11:04 PM

I will add more later

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Information post-

Creatures-

Vaargukie (Far-guhk-eye)- A large instectoid beast, nine feet (three meters) tall. It is a carnivor, and a lethal predator; its glass like carapace can disperse incoming energy and deflect small arms fire. They are strong, tough, and capable of flight in normal gravity conditions. A dreaded opponent, they can grab and carry any object that wieghs roughly one hundred kilos. Though not capable of sentient level intellect, they can be very cunning. One typical attack pattern is for a Vaargukie, is to lauch itself into the air and slam into its prey (anything unfortunate enough to encounter one) with the force of a 25mph car crash.


High Naryyn weapons

Railguns- a powerful, long barreled rifle. It is similar to our sniper rifles, but rather that a bullet, it fires a sliver of metal that is overcharged with a nuetron charge, which discharges on impact in reaction with positively/ negatively charged objects.

Assault Rifles- advanced variant of our modern day assualt weapons, but (like the railgun) fires energized rounds (in place of bullets). They feature small grenade launchers just below the barrel. While catagorized as hand held gun, it is bulky (can't be wielded in one hand) and inaccurate at semi-long range.

Grenades-

Dark grenades are essentailly glass spheres that can be filled with raw 'blood' energy. Arcane in nature, they can be made to float, stick, or detonate at will.

High grenades are futuristic versions of of our hand-held explosives of today. They contain napalm, nitrogen, or fuel air combustables. The lesser know 'fuel air' grenades release a cloud of flamable gasses.

Posted by: jack cloudy Oct 2 2006, 08:03 PM

Ouch and double ouch. Nasty bugger. I take it that it is not native to Nirn? (Please tell me it's not. These things would make the Oblivion crisis look like a little pebble dropped into the ocean.)

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 3 2006, 02:40 AM

well rest assured Jack, these things aren't native to Nirm. But we'll be seeing more of them in the future.
They're roughly larger than a Deadroth

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 3 2006, 03:50 AM

ok, here's a short update for you all.

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Revan part 2/ chapter 12(cont.): Revelations

The creature was blasted to pieces by Darhun's anti-armor weapon. Ozone filled the air (as many of the pieces were burning). Everything became a blur to Rhys after that. She had rushed over to the crumpled shape that she knew was Revan. There was two large gashes in his mid torso, one had an exit wound. Blood was flowing from the wounds; if it couldn't stop he would bleed to death. She hastily reviewed all her knowledge of healing, and brought all her will to bear.
She felt more connected to him than ever before, for some reason there was an actual bond between them. More than that she felt a great affection for Revan. Her hands glowed as she began to regenerate all the damaged flesh, muscle, and bone. She was vaguely aware that Nara and Darhun were kneeling beside her adding there power to the ordeal of healing.
First the blood slowed and eventually stopped seeping out the wound. Then the internal and external flesh began to appear and bond together. And finally the skin over the wounds was whole again, but the scar tissue would always be bleached white. As the immediate danger passed Rhys suddenly felt weak and exhausted. And aware of the bond she and Revan shared. It used to be illusive and subtle until this had happened. Though powerful it was not born of an emotional attachment. It has always been there, she realized.
Xaries helped her up and gave her a stern look of slight dissaproval, but his gaze softened and he gave her a sympathetic squeeze on her shoulder. "It's all right, he'll make it." Though it was unnessary she appreciated the gesture. Darhun's expression was hidden beneath his helmet, it struck her how similar it was to Revan's, but he also exuded understanding and sympathy.

Darhun and Xarkum elected to carry Revan, and the group moved through another set of pressure doors.
Rhys suddenly became aware of the comradery the two different men shared with Revan, Xarkum was in the worst state, but was a mask of grim determination. The cavernous chamber was gigantic, almost as wide as Vivec in Morrowind, and as tall as a single canton. Kartah split away from the group to see if there was anything they could use, and Xaries took point.
They spotted her a few minutes later standing beside a large land rover. It was still functioning, and was in premium condition. Kartah was a fountain of calm confidence as she strapped into the driver's seat and gracefully typed the nessasary ignition codes. She might as well have been a loving mother tending to her little infant. It was odd, Rhys couldn't relate to the reversal of human affection and utility ettiquette. Still, the vehicle's engine roared to life and burst out of the hanger bay. Suddenly the air was filled with insect wing buzzing, and more creatures swarmed to pursue their prey. But suddenly the chamber shook in responce to a megaton of IEDs going off by remote detonation, and the rover cleared the debris and drove into the upper tunnels free at last.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Oct 3 2006, 09:55 PM

Sweet, a daring escape and Revan looks like he's going to come through. I also appreciate the mention of the bond between him and Rhys, it'd be neat to see how much more indepth that bond is.

Continue please!

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 4 2006, 01:22 AM

I told you all I would add more the next few updates will be packed with new things for information posts. For instance I plan to introduce High Naryyn starfighters and could it be? A battle ship!!! Also more about the origins of Revan, also some allies appear, and the Honor Guards are coming

Oh and which of all the cast and characters of this story are your favorites?

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Oct 4 2006, 01:47 AM

I'll say Norik, because he's got that arrogant bad-guy touch to him, and Revan because of he's got a slick personality I think.

Hopefully I don't confuse all the characters that start with X but I also like the sympathetic High Narynn, Xaries. Hopefully that's the right one.

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 9 2006, 01:42 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 12: The War Begins

From- Talament Station (Fleet HQ)

To- All Naval personel on planet 1684

Priority- Bravo

Subject- Incoming hostiles

Summary- Be advised brothers, we've noted a lot of ships moving toward your rock without authorization in the last half hour. These vessels include 15 frigates, 5 battleships, and 1 cruiser. The battleships contain 35 snub fighters and 20 dropships each; not to metion the firepower to level half the continent your currently sitting on. We have a small battlegroup in transit to your postition; to offer support.

Side note- We're not sure if this is connected, but several key hierarchs have gone missing; as well as their honor guards.

Norik was shocked by the contents of the message from command. Could my honor guards not be the only ones going rogue? He couldn't find an answer, and that sent a chill down his spine. This transmission brought forth the dreaded possibility of fighting a war on two fronts. But at least help was on the way.
The glacier was now extremly close to the island. Norik typed up the proper commands, and the screen in front of him changed to show the hiding place of their prey. And the two battle ships hovering 5,000 feet above their target. Of course they couldn't just bombard the piece of rock into submission, but they would make a fine two-ship blockade. A small sea-faring vessel attempted to approach the island, compared to a single warships weaponry it was fire wood. The closest ship aimed at the small intruder...... twenty brilliant flashes of light erupted from The Dominance. The little boat was vaporized, along with most of the water around it.
There was a rap on the door, and Norik turned to open it. Ankrus, one of Norik's most experienced military officers, came through and saluted smartly. "Sir, I've recieved the last report from our prison on Sosthiem." Norik appreciated the man's competence, he can even pronounce these blasted native's names. "Good, what is the situation?"
"Well sir, many officers were killed by some creature in the lowest levels. Most of the others deserted, and we have no idea where the captives, the honor guards, or the deserters are." Ankrus said grimly. "So, we're mostly in the dark." Norik asked, "Shall we dig in now?"

Rhys......

The tunnels were definitely rising toward the surface. Rays of sunlight were slowly becoming visible. Xarkum, Kartah, and Xaries were in the control area, while the Dark Naryyn were occuping the mid and aft-sections of the scout vehicle. Rhys sat beside Revan, who was lying in one of the bunks. Nara settled down beside her, and both lightly embrced each other.
When they had been in the Marhun Kar village, Revan had vaguely summarized his upbringing. Where Rhys had a father in Barrick, Revan had grown up without any strong family ties, or even good friends. And so he had trouble relating to Rhys' maternal indulgences with Nara. But it seemed he had florished in his childhood, but Rhys couldn't imagine all those years in Bravil without Barrik to offer some humorous story or piece of wisdom. Maybe it was for the best, Revan had resited relationships, and maybe that made him immune to loss and moral delimas. Revan seemed uncomfortable around Nara, but that was easy to understand, it was unlikely to be envy. So that left the fact that Nara was Hursho-Vernah/Blood-Seers, one of the mostly extinct tribes of Dark Naryyn left behind. Suddenly she felt some strange sensation through her bond with Revan.......

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Revan slowly opened his eyes, and beheld a cloud-covered landscape. The sky was gray and the land was bleak and flat. He could just make out a structure in the distance; the place had an allure to it, and there wasn't anywhere else to go. After several minutes of running, he approached the gates to the castle/ temple-like building. The doors opened on their own, and as Revan walked through them, closed.
The corridor lead to a courtyard, and in the courtyard were two altars...... As Revan neared them, two figures appeared on the platforms. One was the grey 'spirit' from Valenwood, and the other was the gold one from the prison......

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Rhys was about to investigate the disturbance, when the scout transport leaped out of the cavern. The rover landed with a muffled thud in the snow. Through the windshield, everyone could see an emmense tundra. It seemed like they were in a huge valley, but there was only one exit, which was across from their current position. Kartah drove the vehicle like a pro, and they were halfway to the exit........

Surrush.....

The ex-honor guard took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air of Sosthiem. They-wait, no he- was leading a group of his brothers toward the future battlezone. It was hard to give up individuel thinking When he and his bond brother reported to their immediate superiors, they had been rewarded new power for the war. This was brought about by their lords fusing them together; it had been done many times in the history of their race. He was one of the many fusions leading the individuels into battle.
Suddenly his sensitive ear (actually an auditory meatus) picked up the sound of an engine over the howling wind. He turned and looked downward, and spotted the source, a lone High Naryyn scout vehicle. Well the wars had, technically, started, so with deliberate slowness Surrush raised his twin staffs and loosed a great blast of energy......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Oct 9 2006, 02:52 AM

Uh-oh, looks like Rhys and friends are going to run into some trouble. Hopefully they can either flee or somehow defeat them, but I'm thinking it's going to be the former.

Nice update.

Posted by: Lord Revan Oct 14 2006, 03:17 AM

Ok guys, here's a short post.

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Revan part 2/ chapter 12 (cont):

The rover caught some air and bounced on its heavy suspention, as it began to climb, the hill exploded. the scout vehicle was thrown backward, hit the ground, and rolled until it came to a halt on its side. Rhys shakely got up from the wall that she'd slammed into. Slowly the others began to get back on their feet, no one appeared critically injured. Nara (the only one that hadn't been wearing armor) had several small bruises, and there was a large cut running along her right cheek, starting at the chin and going up to her cheekbone. It was pretty deep, and was blood wept from its length. Rhys naturally went over to her first, to heal it, the skin regenerated quickly, it wasn't as serious as Revan's- Rhys realized she hed forgotten about Revan, and the fact that he wasn't consious. She hasitly evaluated Nara's cut, it wasn't anything to worry about, but Nara would always have that scar. But that wasn't an immediate concern, Rhys searched the mid-cabin for Revan. He was lying face-down against a set of weapon lockers, across from the bunk.

Revan had been in the middle of a dream, when suddenly it felt like he'd been thrown of the edge of a Sigil Keep...... and hit solid ground. He slowly began to wake up, and extreme pain greeted him. His head hurt the most, and he was still seeing black........ When it didn't go away, Revan realized his helmet was facing a different direction than his head, he was looking through the side of his helm. Ignoring the pain in his limbs, Revan managed to get a good grip on his mask-helm and pulled it back into alignment. Through the visor, a series of long cases were visible. Revan rolled over and took in the scene; Rhys was lying beside him breathing heavily, Nara was nursing a white scar running down the right side of her face, Xarkum was helping Kartah up, but she pulled too hard and caused him to lose his balance. Darhun was wrestling his helmet back in position, and Xaries ducked through a small bulkhead. There was the distinct odor of smoke in the air, and the floor was cluttered with a whole manner of things. Revan looked over at Rhys, "Could you explain to me what's going on?" She shakily nodded, "We managed to escape the prison, and were on our way back to Vardenfell." Rhys wiped away a patch of blood from her face. "But something knocked over our transport." Darhun and Xaries wrestled another bulkhead open and a flurry of snow blew into the rover. We must still be in Sosthiem, he thought sourly.
"Are you hurt Rhys?" He asked her. She paused for a moment, "No, I'm fine just sore." Rhys hesitated for a moment, "And you?" Revan shrugged, but winced as pain lanced through his body. "I don't know what happened to me, but I think I can fight." Xarkum and Kartah finally managed to get back on their feet. "Good," Kartah muttered. "At least we don't have to carry you anymore."
Everyone climbed out of the smoking wreckage, and surveyed the landscape. There was a hill- actually a crater- severall meters to the right, wisps of smoke and clouds of steam wafted from its center. Xaries pointed to a small gap between the walls of ice that surrounded the valley. "That's where we need to go to get out of here," He yelled over the howling wind. There was a blood-chilling shriek that pierced the blizzard, Revan looked up....... On top of on of the cliffs, stood a towering creature it held two long six foot staff in each hand. The monster had to be ten feet tall, it had heavy looking armor, and a serpantine shaped helm covering a snouted head. Around it were scores of familiar honor guards, all jabbering and loosing war-cries.
Kartah reached for a small device from her belt, and held it to her helmet. "This is Sargent first-class Kartah, I'm requesting an air-strike on these coordinates." As she said this, she tapped in a series of numbers on the keypad.........

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Oct 14 2006, 05:49 AM

Hmm, an airstrike eh? I don't even know if THAT much firepower is going to take out those things, especially since their firearms can make craters...

Hopefully you prove me wrong; I wouldn't mind to see Honour Guard limbs flying all over the place

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 4 2006, 04:15 AM

First of all, those are staffs (like a fire/shock, from Oblivion/ Morrowind style crossover). Second, Surrush is a fusion now, and has more power than ever (more than any single Honor Guard). He's like a "hero" of his race.

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Revan part 2/ chapter 12 (cont):

An air strike, Revan recalled Xarkum mentioning flying vehicles, but he'd never elaborated on their potential; Revan was eager to see what these flying weapons could do. The small communication device crackled, and a slightly distorted voice was audible. "This Major Ozarks, we hear you Sergeant. We're on approach, hang tight." As the voice finished, another energy blast burst from the cliff. It was fast (and if the crash had been any indication) deadly.
Everyone scattered, but they were to slow to get completely clear. Rhys grabbed Nara, and sprinted before diving onto the blanket of snow. In that moment of chaos, Revan felt something pulse through his mind, and everything slowed down. He took everything in: the others who threw themselves out of the most harmful part of the attack, the jubilant Honor Guards, the hulking thing that watched as its enemies flee in fear and panic, and finally the lethal beam that still rocketed forward even in slow-motion. Two presences flooded his being, his pain disappeared, and he closed his eyes…….

“Arise, child,…… Revan wake up.” The voice said soothingly. Revan slowly woke up and took in his surroundings. He was back in the temple structure from before, and the grey spirit was kneeling beside him. “Greetings, little one, you can’t imagine our joy in reuniting with you after all these years.” Revan eased himself into a sitting position and spotted the gold spirit approaching. The two apparitions gazed at him fondly, but Revan hadn’t the slightest idea of who they were. He couldn’t remember meeting either one before Valenwood.
Suddenly forbidden memories flooded into his mind: a High Naryyn man and a Dark Naryyn woman embracing, months later the woman was sitting on a chair looking down upon her pregnant stomach. And finally the mother held her newborn child, the father walking into the scene to see the baby........ “….as for the child, it will be sent to the new colony….”
It took a few moments for Revan to realize the implications “These memories…..their mine, and if their mine then…..” His voice trailed off and he stared at the spirits. They both nodded empathetically. The gold one spoke first. “Yes Revan, you now know the truth. We wish that we could have told you this during better circumstances, but we can’t change reality son……” Revan’s mind was moving in twenty different directions, but through the chaos, one thought stared him in the face. These are my parents, my family, a Dark Naryyn mother and a High Naryyn father. The grey one –my mother—obviously felt his distress, and stepped forward to comfort him. She put her hands on Revan’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, Revan, I wish that these were times to reconcile, but we aren’t in times of peace and order.” Revan stared at her. “What happened? I have all these new memories that weren’t there before. Why are you spirits, and not Naryyn?”
She seemed slightly taken aback, but remained composed. “Revan, when Markus and I gave birth to you, we broke several laws of The Order. You were torn away from us, and we were exiled never to make contact with each other.
Revan's wasn't as calm as he wanted to be. "But you did, and now I fear the consequences-"
Markus' blazing eyes flared orange, his voice also betrayed his own lack of calm. "Yes, and it was complete circumstance that this all happened this way!" The furious and commanding tone instantly threw Revan into submission and stole any equally angry come-back. The grey spirit -Revan's mother- stepped in between them and shot both of them a glare. "Silence," then in a weary tone. "Revan, we didn't know where to find you or each other, and it was a fortunate coincidence that we all arrived here at the same time. But we truly don't have the time to say all that must be said." Markus' instant revertion was astounding. "It is true, we can't tell you everything that we should, but I can tell you, Revan, that there will indeed be reprecusions. Unfortunately you must face with them alone, for our presences will soon fall apart." Revan dropped his head, but snapped it back up. "What do you mean?" He asked. Markus looked solemn, "You see, our bodies are not as physical and permanent as they appear. They are about to expire, and we'll depart from this world to the void beyond." As he said these words, they began to blur and disappear. "Wait," Revan cried, reaching out with his hand. His mother attempted to clasp it, but her hand passed through it. As dozens of individuel emotions played through Revan's head, the spirit's voices merged to chorus one last phrase, a psalm from a prophesy. "It bears the wieght of many, but is not of one blood or kin. It will be shaped by strangers, and forged into by companions........ Hail, the Herald of Glorious Twilight, the balance of light and darkness....... And slowly the scene crumbled around Revan and his parents were no longer visible.............


PS: sorry it took so long, please forgive me

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 4 2006, 07:32 AM

You're forgiven.

Excellent update!

Posted by: jack cloudy Nov 4 2006, 07:20 PM

Wow, Rehvan is the chosen one? Well that would definitely explain some of his occassional uberness.

Maybe that slowmotion remains. Then Rehvan could dodge the beam and give that big hulking High-guard combination a bit of pain to eat. Speed beats muscles any day.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 5 2006, 07:20 AM

Clans (D. Naryyn)-

Marhun-Kar- are of the tribes of Dark Naryyn left behind on Nirm. They are beast-tamers, taming animals and semi-sentient beasts with telepathy and spirit-bonds. Though talented warriors, they are more mentally disciplined than physically. Their village, hidden beneath Dagoth-Ur, has become a sanctuary for the scattered and near extinct clanships on Nirm.

Hurso-Vernah- or blood-seers are the most blessed and cursed of the Dark Naryyn tribes. They are gifted with special sight and visions, but are not capable of normal sight. They can literally see into people’s souls, and see their intents and motivations. But a skilled individual can block and even rebuff their efforts. During the eve of civilization (The Mythic Age), the Hurso-Vernah vanished with the exception of a few individuals. Like most D. Naryyn secrets, their disappearance is shrouded in mystery.

The High Naryyn Council- the High Naryyn government is a mixture of parliamentary and theology. Ruled by a council of patriarchs, they have become a beacon of civilization and protection for millennia. The proud Imperial Navy is arguably the most powerful force in the sovereign authority of the H. Naryyn Empire. They have conquered thousands of worlds, and have never known defeat. Skirmishes are frowned upon in the Navy, and are less favored than a huge climatic battle. It is time-honored tradition to fight the enemy head-on and with absolute, decisive, and united force. Veterans enjoy personally leading their troops into battle. Diversionary tactics are also found undesirable, and thus, the navy never uses such “weak” or “cowardly” strategies. They fight in conspicuous, bulky, power suits that gleam bright gold in the light. Thousands of races have kneeled before the council in submission, for the High Naryyn (as a whole) think and move in a coordinated fashion. Only a few species have ever been brought to extinction by a war with the High Naryyn (in all cases, they were not desirable or sentient). The subordinate races hold the H. Naryyn (and their council) in a holy reverence as demi-gods, holy envoys of true immortals.
Despite their conquest and grandeur, the council continues to order the extinction of the Dark Naryyn, their former brethren, a higher priority to any war. The Great War so long ago that even by Naryyn standards it was several generations ago, and therefore there are no contemporary first-hand witnesses to the historic event. Despite this, generation upon generation spread the outdated propaganda about the Fallen Ones.
Though most High Naryyn don’t actually hate the Dark Naryyn, with all the stories from their upbringing, they are compelled to kill their former siblings. Still despite their long outdated prejudice, the council is as deserving of their power as the Dark Naryyn Matriarchs.


Dark Naryyn Matriarchy- like the flipside of the same coin, the Dark Naryyn have also made great headway in their eons of separation. But despite this, the Naryyn are incredibly similar. Whereas the High Naryyn have conquered and dominated their region of the void, the Dark Naryyn have wandered and adjusted to a (until 5 thousand years ago) settled the world of their dreams, Xarmanca. Xarmanca is a barren world, where the sky and clouds are violet, and it never rains despite the huge clouds. Though many other races would consider this place inhospitable, to the Dark Naryyn, it was a paradise. Upon it, they built a wondrous capital city of the same title. Every planetoid, from moons to gigantic asteroids around Xarmanca has been settled by the different tribes and clanships. Perhaps as a symptom of their strong presence, a large part of the region is bathed in a large cloud of dark matter. Xarmanca has become the center of the Dark Naryyn’s growing society.

The Order- a single group that has united a small number of both species of Naryyn into its fold. They do not seek to unite the Naryyn, and regard anything other than mutual respect between the High and Dark subjects an act of heresy. Aside from this, not much else is known about them, except that their operatives have infiltrated both cultures.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 9 2006, 11:49 PM

A new character is revealed!!!

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Revan part 2/chapter 12:

The figure strode through the hall of an abandoned Naryyn temple. A blizzard raged outside but was muffled by the ancient walls. These corridors probably hadn't felt the weight of a Naryyn's footsteps in many centuries, and with every step Marthyn took a cloud of dust left a small cloud as he trudged on.
He knew he wasn't here to gather followers or artifacts for The Order. But he ws taking the time to calm his raging spirit. They betrayed our wise leaders not once, but twice they did so intentionally! A nearby wolf howled in pain at the volume of his mental fuming. Was Markus not faithful to me? he raged. To his own blood and kin? Then his mind produced the image of his hatred. Or did he care about you more He queried. A spawn of muddled blood rather than his own pure kin? He drilled his eyes into the black, depthless face plate. Why did he favor you? Whatever the answer is; I don't care! I, Marthyn, first born of Markus, will be your life's end as my father was your doomed begining.
With that he turned and stormed down the hallway, no longer caring about peace or serenity........
Revan, my sevro, your brother is coming for you......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 10 2006, 01:08 AM

Uh-oh, a jealous older brother. Revan better watch out...

Hehe, at least in my family I'm the oldest and the favourite . Probably because I'm the nice son.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 10 2006, 02:58 AM

Ankrus- High Naryyn male, Officer of Naryyn Navy
Marthyn- High Naryyn male, Revan's older brother
Markus- Evolved High Naryyn male, Revan and Marthyn's father
Surrush- Honor Guard fusion, villain

Posted by: jack cloudy Nov 10 2006, 07:36 PM

An older brother, and a full-blood High Narynn. Hmm, this could become a very messy family feud.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 11 2006, 01:39 AM

Ok, first part of Chapter 13

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Revan part 2/ Chapter 13: The Culling

Norik looked over the map of Vardenfell, which marked the positions of his troops outposts across the coast. The "Bitter Coast" was mostly deserted so there had been little resistence, now Norik was on his way to the city of "Vivec," to meet with the leader of this island, Helseth.

The dropship's engines rumbled as the transport moved in to land atop the "Temple Canton," which was what the natives called their large floating city-islands. Norik stood paciently as the ship landed. When the bay door opened, a dozen Naryyn soldiers filed out and stood in rigid formation on both sides of the transport. A young grey-skinned man walked forward with the walk of a royal upbringing, but dispite the obvious authority about the young king, Norik was revolted by the similarity Helseth had to the fallen ones. Helseth wore a mask of calm over his detectable exhaustion, irritation, and stress. "King Helseth, I sense your agitation, and I assure you that as soon as our quarry are found and terminated, you can have back your kingdom." Norik couldn't speak the native tongue so he simply coversed with the king telepathically. "Indeed," Helseth reply betrayed his youth and impatience. "My subjects would perfer for me to deny you access to Vardenfell."

Norik bristled slightly. "And those subjects would be destroyed if they got out of control. You must realize that my forces have the advantage, because not even if every being on this continent could overpower us. So you keep your people in line-" He bent closer to Helseth. "Or we," Norik gestured to the twin warships hovering above the water. "Will do so for you. The Fallen Ones are here and we intend to find them." He turned and began to stride back to the dropship, but paused. "Reveal yourself now." Norik commanded. A hooded figure appeared out of the air to Norik's right. The display was reminisent to oil flowing of metal. "Who are you?" He asked it, although he knew the answer already. "I am Sarmath, and you cast down my people long ago and are responsible for much of our hardship." The Dark Naryyn said, determined and without fear. Norik turned to Helseth, "and why is this heretic here?" The soldiers watched feeling the tension and the veiled threat of from leader. "I don't know this creature." Norik knew that Helseth was lying from the filthy traitor's look of betrayl and calm resignation. Norik faced his troops, "Kill the infedel." He said simply. The troopers nodded and raised their rifles; Sarmath put up no fight as his life was put to an end.

"Come," he ordered his men. And strode into the dropship's troop bay after them; without speaking another word to Helseth. As the shuttle lifted off Norik contacted Ankrus. "Prepare to storm the island." He instructed, "Leave no place untouched by our grasp."

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 14 2006, 02:18 AM

Ok, due to lack of replies, I will now move forward with Revan part 2

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Revan part 2/ chapter 13 (cont):

There was a blinding flash of silver/gold light that enveloped Revan's vision. He raised his arm to shield his eyes. As the visual display subsided, a large gouge on the ground came into view. Revan realized that the energy blast had been deflected. My parents, he thought, and felt an odd warm sensation flow through him. The honor guards on the cliff hissed and shrieked in fury that their attack had not been lethal.

Rhys and the others were all on their feet by now, and Rhys gave him a conscerned glance. "Something is differnet." She told him, and Revan gave a start as the realization hit him. Though her mouth was not visible, the rest of her face betrayed its grin. So I'm tied to her, he thought. Maybe it's a blessing. He sent a subtle pulse of thought to acknowledge their Hurso eto bond of blood and spirit. Rhys cocked her head and that same warmth spread through Revan's mind. What is this emotion? He asked the air.
The honor guards were now frenzied, but a large speciman was keeping them in line. There's something familiar about that one. He thought. Suddenly all the guards froze and their spines flared up in outrage as they looked skywards.....
Xarkum yelled and pointed. Revan searched the cloud-veiled sky and spotted them. Two Naryyn fighters wheeled and dove out of the air with a preditory grace. They had a long, thin fusaluage, and two wings that sprouted from the end to form a cape of sorts, and the engines blazed an invigorating orange afterburner. They screamed and split off, on on the left, the other on the right. Then they spun and converged on the clifface.

Surrush......

His minions became aware of the engine noises moments after their leader did. But with his extrasensory he spotted detected the interceptors first. The twin hawks swiftly closed the distance to their cliff. Self-preservation took hold over his subordinates well-being, and as the fighters were about to release their ordinance Surrush snarled and threw himself off the cliff just seconds be fore it exploded.
As he threw himself, Surrush realized that the distance of the fall was too great for him to survive. He flailed through the air and screamed before he was dashed to his death.

Rhys......

As the spectacle of the bombing raid subsided, Rhys felt the sudden wave of death compete with the gales of Sosthiem. But she banished it from her awareness, If Revan can do it, then so can I. After all, he is my bond-brother now.......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 14 2006, 03:06 AM

Hmmm some interesting events, no more Surrush. Poor dude(s). But now Revan has an angry brother to deal with, as well as the some High-Narynn, and more honour guards.

Man, the problems seem to be piling up...

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 14 2006, 03:10 AM

Don't forget his relationship with Rhys (yes it's an infant stage of love).

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 14 2006, 03:22 AM

Women issues, whether good or bad, makes things 10 times more difficult for a main character.

Now they gotta worry about them getting hurt or killed or maimed or something. Then when it's the bad side, they worry about them still, or feel terrible for what they've done to them and are constantly thinking of ways to make things better instead of focusing on the problem that could end all their lives!!

So yea, adding a love interest makes things even MORE enjoyable to read!

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 14 2006, 03:42 AM

Well, Rhys isn't exactly a fainting flower (I think that's the term), but rather something of an asset. Still there will be hardship; don't worry there will be.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 14 2006, 04:56 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 13:

There was a brief pause between the group before Kartah's com-unit crackled. "Mission complete, we're heading back to base, good luck Sargent." Kartah whispered into the unit. "Thanks Major, you too." Xaries took charge and everyone turned to salvage all they could from the rover. Revan paused and turned to Rhys, who was gethering the medpacs from the wreckage with Nara.

He slowly stepped forward and bent down to help; taking off his helmet as he did so. Is this really love that I feel for Rhys? Or am I just admiring Rhys' beauty? Rhys faced him calmly, and looked him over. All the packs were in a pile by now. So Rhys beckoned him over, which he obliged. Neither said a word, they just savored the moment without danger or death. What is with me? The thought had enough volume to cause Rhys to look him in the eye. But rather then speak she simply acknoledged that she'd felt his question, and that she understood. Revan figited, ill at ease, but Rhys was simply the bottomless pit of sympathy and understanding that she normally was.

After several minutes of sitting with her, he got up and approached Xaries, the old one would likely understand and explain things for Revan. "Lord Xaries?" Xaries turned from the crate of munitions he'd been evaluating. "What is it Revan?" He asked casually, as an equal. "Well sir, I wasn't brought up......" Revan paused, unable to find the right word to illustrate his confusion.

Xaries furrowed his brow for a moment, and then finished Revan's malformed question. "You want to know if your feeling love." Revan shifted his feet, ackwardly. "Well Revan, I can't tell you if you feel certain emotions for someone if you won't allow me into your mind. However I can tell you that Rhys is attracted to you on the same level as you are to her. But I can't instruct you on how to mange your relationship, that is for you two to decide." He handed Revan a fresh assault rifle and five clips for it. "But your training in restraint from your childhood might aid you in this new realm of emotional intrique."

Revan felt reassured, Yes, I can put that to good use. "Thank you, wise one." Xaries waved away the last part. "I've just seen relationships, not experienced them first hand."

After an hour of gethering, organizing, and distributing supplies, the group continued on foot to the exit of the valley. Then the three High Naryyn comlinks chimed belched static. "This....... Alpha vehicle.......Lord Xaries...... read me?" It didn't take a bunch of telepaths to fill in the gaps. The defecters were escaping and trying to find them. Xaries held the comlink inches from his mouth. "This is Xaries, to defectors, we need pick up a grid five-hundred, thirteen, over?" There was a pause, and then the young voice returned. "We read you commander and have alock on your signal, hold tight."

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 14 2006, 05:12 AM

Rescue! And love! Hooray!

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 14 2006, 11:58 PM

Revan part 2/ chapter 13:

After some minutes crossing the threshold of the valley the group finally passed the blackened clifface that the Honor Guards had previously attacked from. As they winded around the cliff a shattered form became visible. The once powerful creature now lay ruined before them, its head was bent almost completly 90 degree angle, and the armor was shattered at the waist and rear areas. It hyad apparently been smashed by the fifty meter plunge.
The group moved on, not looking back at the corpse. The snow gave way to solid ice, and it appeared traverable. Not after ten minutes had gone by before a low hum became audible, and turned into roar. In the middle of the pack, beside Rhys, Revan paused moments after Xarkum and Kartah. Then everyone turned searched for the sound.
Finally a squat, four wheeled, scout vehicle flew over a nearby cliff and skidded across the frozen water. Seconds afterward, several other vehicles, of varying sizes and shapes, landed in the small pass. There were small ones like the first scout, APCs like the one that they'd used for their escape from the tunnels, and there were huge armored transports that were twenty feet long.
From one of the large transports, stepped the same officer that Revan and Xaries had encountered in the prison, many other officers jumped out of their transports and marched toward their leader.
"Good to see you sir!" One of the officers saluted smartly. Xaries returned the gesture. "What do we have, Captain?"
Another noncom released a small floating orb, which created a hologram of their inventory.
"Well, commander, we have three mobile artillery guns, five heavy-troop transports, sixteen APCs, eighteen scout buggies, and ten 'Fury' class tanks. In terms of personel...... we've got five battalions of marines, twenty-eight engineers, eleven field medics, and enough supplies and ordinance to hold a position for about two months." Xaries adopted a far-away look as he stared at the holoprojection, then shook his head. "What don't we have, Captain?" The officers looked as uneasy as Revan had half an hour ago. "We don't have air-support, we're outnumbered, and we don't know this planet well......."

ten minutes later......

"Ok, so these two blips over the water are The Dominance and The Hunter. Everyone was clustered around the holographic map of the island of Vardefell, two dots (one red, the other blue) were guarding the isle. "They both possess the firepower, manpower, and the air-superiority to crush our uprising five times over." On of the senior noncoms said grimly. Xaries and the other High Naryyn nodded, there was nothing that they could do to bypass those cruisers.
But Revan continued to scrutinize the map for some detail that the High Naryyn had overlooked...... "Rhys?" He called out to her mentally, because he wanted to confide privately with her. "can you help me find some solution to this plight?" Her responce came quickly. "Revan, in warfare my knowledge is no greater than yours......" There was a pause, and suddenly rhys was beside him and seemed to have something on her mind.

Rhys......

Rhys didn't know what Revan expected her to know that he didn't, but then after a few moments of thought, she found something that could help. She sat beside Revan and noticed him flinch, but she took his guantleted hand and squeezed it. "Revan, I wish to confess something...... Back in the Caverns of dagoth Ur, I was able to tap into your mind." Rhys felt a part of Revan's mind rear back in outrage, but his voice was as calm as ever. "What does this have to do with our current problems?"
She was not sure weather to be offended or to be releaved that Revan had not payed her mental violation more reaction. But she knew that her presence sometimes made him uncomfortable at times, but sometimes helped. "You have, of course, become aware of our mental bond? Well, I could......." this was something that had conducted many times in the history of the Naryyn, but often had long-lasting, if not permanent results and those usually were bad consequinces. "... I could try to meld my mind with yours to share our knowledge and focus." This could cost us everything if he agrees....... Rhys closed her eyes.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 15 2006, 12:08 AM

Hmm this bond of theirs is becoming more intriguing. It'll be interesting to see what happens if they decide to combine memories....

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 15 2006, 03:23 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 14: The Awakening

What can be the price for such intimacy? Revan asked himself. I can feel my connection to Rhys, but am I willing to cross this line? I could ruin both our lives, and the lives of those that depend on us....... Revan was no longer paying any attention to the many beings swirling around them, only the woman beside him and her offer demanded his focus. After what seemed like a millinium, Revan finally stirred from the quagmire his mind was right then. Rhys, I will share my mind with yours......... His mind-voice sounded clenched to him. And whatever might happen, if we are ruduced to shells, then so be it.

Rhys stared into his eyes for a long moment, then she nodded solemly. Then let us begin....... Revan felt as though a lock in his head was unlocked and Rhys' cold, soothing presence flooded into his soul.......

He stood on an invisible floor. Then a beacon of light openned and Rhys' slim figure became visible. On the small arm-length wide floor both Naryyn strode forward, mirror each other's posture, never taking their eyes of one another. And when they met........ They fell alone.

Revan plumeted until he slammed into a pool of water, but as he kicked to remain on the surface the water became so thin that no matter how Revan struggled, he continued to sink. Several feelings washed over him, he breathed them in instead of water, but still felt like he was drowning in these emotions. Happiness flooded his mind and for a moment, he felt warmth, loved and sheltered, but then it was torn away and Revan felt freezing, alone, and abandoned.
His mind's eyes opened and revealed a young man, in his late twenties, wearing a guard's uniform with the symbol of Bravil emblazoned on it, the man smiled and called out something. A young Rhys ran into view and embraced the guard laughing and....... alive with happiness. The image blurred and it changed it showed a dark room and in the center was a white coffin and the guard from before was lying serenly in it eyes closed, completely at peace, but the image changed to outside Bravil as an adolesant Rhys ran bitterly from the city of her childhood, sobbing heavily. Revan felt his eyes fill with tears in unison with Rhys' tear.

Rhys.......

Rhys fell and landed hard on a cold stone floor, she got up shakily and looked around the dark room. there were no exits, all the walls were bleak and had no remarkable features. Suddenly she heard a faint hissing sound, she wheeled around, but there wasn't anything visible that had made the sound. As Rhys started to back away toward a wall, she realized that he feet refused to lift. She looked down at them, only to find them incased in some sort magical ice.

Rhys tried to concetrate and cast forth a fire to melt the ice and free herself. But to her horror she found that her power had forsaken her, and slowly her body began to freeze. It was hard to breath after the ice encrusted her chest and she couldn't scream because her head rapidly froze over. Now paralyzed, the ice became colder than anything she ever felt; her mind itself seemed to be frosting over. A dark halway appeared and she straode down its length. There were voices speaking, one was load and full of authority. "Why did you even think to bare a child of muddled blood?"

There was a long pause, behind the door that Rhys stood before. She tried to pry it open, but the door refused to yeild. The voice resumed its speech. "You shall be exiled from our order....." Finally the door squeezed open just wide enough for her to squeeze through. Once through Rhys turned to look at the room, and what see saw sparked new questions.
A young, beautiful Dark Naryyn female sat on a chair stroking a newborn baby's forehead, and a tall, handsome, broad-shoulder High Naryyn man stood gazing fondly at the baby's peaceful sleeping face. "....and as for your son, he will ne taken to the new colony, council adjourned!" Several armored men of both races stormed in and ripped the baby from its parents.......

The sky was grey and Rhys found herself in the courtyard of a shrine. Two Spirits stood at the other side and they had a stiking resemblance to the two........ Rhys felt shock and brief horror, but the image dissappeared.....

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 15 2006, 04:35 AM

Hmm... interesting, I'm liking what ya did in the post. Very good use of imagery.

Posted by: jack cloudy Nov 15 2006, 07:53 AM

That was definitely interesting. Though I am still not sure if this mindmeld was necessary. Oh well, at least they now know each other better.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 15 2006, 11:15 PM

Well, I was kind of useing the mind-link to set the tone for Revan and Rhys' relationship Which is based on mutual respect and trust). So maybe it wasn't needed, but I felt the need to explain their relationship.......

Anyway I'll post more tonight.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 16 2006, 03:10 AM

Ok, second to last part of the Awakening, I kope you all like the ending to this three post chapter

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Revan part 2/ chapter 13 (cont.):

Nara sat crouched protectively beside the unmoving forms of Revan and Rhys. Their bond is much more noticable now. Which was true, what had originally been a small flexing channel that flowed betweenthem was now a sheet that was as wide as they were tall.

Nara had always been inquesitive about powers of a supernatural nature, it was why she had payed such attention to Revan in the first place. He was literally a sealed vessal of energy and might, but that energy had yet to be harnesed, or let alone uncovered. But in contrast to the High Naryyn around them, that had great command of their power at all times, the Dark Naryyn all had smaller pools of 'conventional' energy but large (and in Revan's case huge) amounts of energy in reserve that could only be temporary channeled.

While Nara couldn't deny here affection for Rhys, who was the closest thing she had to amother, she was captivated by Revan's essence. It was less of an emotional liking as a sub-conscious pull to a vassal of great and mysterious power, but still it was clear that her mother's attraction to the man was an emotionally (and spiritually) based relationship.

She pulled her legs to her chest and sighed as she probed their turmoil. A duel-meditation, risky, but if they don't lose their sanity, worth the possible consequinces. Nara thought to herself. While only fifteen years old (by Naryyn standards surprisingly young) she already understood a good deal about mystic forces, and the Hurso itself. Probably because I'm Hurso-Vernah, or just blessed, or a little bit of both. She mused.

Someone tapped her shoulder, and she turned. The two High Naryyn, Xarkum and Kartah, stood behind her. "What's going on? There is something wrong going on between Rhys and Revan." Kartah spoke, flatly. Nara refocused on them and frowned. Yes, there was something wrong going on with the mind-link. In her lapse of attention, the stability of the link had deteriorated substancially, that definitly wasn't good. Oh no, if that link breaks they might not even wake up again! Nara realized, frantically.

Xarkum cocked his head, "What, what's wrong?" Nara raked her brain for some answer to this new development, then she had the answer, she'd have to stop the ordeal. Then she winced, realizing the problem with that plan. I don't have near enough power to stop the probe! Xarkum asked again with more mental volume. "Nara, what is going on?" The telepthic shout suddenly illuminated answer.
Nara spun around to face the High Naryyn. "Ok, Revan and Rhys were communing with each other, but now something has happened to that link. If we can't stop their communion, then they might die when the link fails!"

Both Naryyn flinched, and traded startled glances. "What can we do to stop the link?" Asked Kartah, her tele-voice was as close to panic as you could expect the woman. "I know how to stop it, but I don't have near enough power to do the job. You two have to share your energy with me to fulfill the task, we need to work quickly!"
The two nodded in unison, and put one hand on each of Nara's shoulders. Raw Hurso energy flowed through Nara's body, she had never had so much power at her disposal, and under normal conditions would stop to contemplate her new potential. But she threw the thought away disgusted at her callous lust for power. Nara lifted both palms upward, bringing the combined energy to bear, and focaused on the bond.........

Revan.......

After the endless stream of visions and emotions, Revan had no strength left to struggle to the surface, and simply drifted in the calm currents of Rhys' mind. His mind was now barely ebbing any sort of conscious thought, it wouldn't be long now.........

Rhys'........

The cold, mind-numbing events played through her mind....... Who am I? She thought, she hardly registered her screaming terror at the diffaculty it took to remember any of her memories. Her mind was almost completely encrusted with the ice. Revan's cold past did not help her fight against her inevitable deepfreeze. So much blood, so many deaths, when would all of it end? A hazy sort of light appearedon her periphical vision, but she paid it no heed....... And the room began to fade.........

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 19 2006, 10:06 PM

Revan part 2/ chapter 3 (cont):

The High Naryyn cruiser sped through the never ending void, toward a small, multi-colored dot. Commander Satith stood with his hands clapsed behind him on the observation platform of his ship's bridge. The long, serpentine vessel was of the two hundred mighty cruisers in the fleet. As the various crew toiled away at their stations, Satith had his attention on the rapidly growing spot, Nirm.

The planet was small and insignificant, so much so that it didn't exist on any form of starcharts that The Ascendant possessed. But it's relevant now, he thought to himself. The expiditionary forces had reported a Dark Naryyn presence on Nirm. And for unknown reasons, several ships had departed to Nirm for no reason.

Of course, he corrected himself. The council wants me to find out why these ships have gone rogue. That would be more difficult then the wise ones could have imagined, these weren't some overenthusiastic zealots, Satith could tell that much.

Add to this fact, that the force had a sizable head-start compared to his fleet. The rogues would arrive within two standard hours, but Satith's reinforcement troops wouldn't be able to arrive for another twenty...... The High Naryyn knitted his brows in deep thought. If we launched our single ships, then they could arrive in half the time, but without enough power to fight if needed....

Satith's fleet consisted of the intimidating Ascendant heavy cruiser, two carriers, and three frigates. The rogue fleet had three medium cruisers, six frigates, and four carriers. In a full-on engagement the rogues had Satith outnumbered and outgunned.

Despite his proud career and heritage, Satith hoped that this would not end in violence. No matter how I look at this, it appears hopeless..... If Norik can hold his own until we arrive then maybe we could have a chance.

"What would our forefathers do in such impossible odds?" Satith thought to none of the crew in particular. Normally a leader hid any uncertainy from his men, because it was bad for morale. If only we had more troops or another army.........

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Marthyn strode across the snowblind of Sosthiem, and as he froze at what he beheld from atop his hill. The twin Naryyn warships hovered above the bay, but in the sky a small fleet dove from the sky and struck at them.

The Hunter took a direct hit from a particle blast and its shields flared. Moments after the first exchange of fire, four bulky carriers released their fighter squadrons upon The Dominance and The Hunter. Inspite of the onslaught the two heavy cruisers spun to face the attacking armada and returned fire with a barrage of brilliant crimson and violet lights that flashed across the sky.

What sort of madness is this? He mentally exclaimed, and took a step back from the spectacle......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Nov 19 2006, 11:40 PM

I can see the cauldron boiling over any minute now... things are going to become very hectic around here...

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 26 2006, 02:04 AM

Ok, finally I decide to update Revan, enjoy!

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Revan part 2/chapter 13 (cont.) :

For a few moments Revan's mind began to clear, and he was able to feel the waters recede. Then there was a horrible sensation of freefall and Revan was gripped by nausia. But rather than the expected moment of impact, the feeling diminshed, and he slowly came to rest.......

He slowly opened his eyes, and at first the only thing that he saw was a white background with several gold, blue, and black smears. Then those images resolved into the blurry silhouetes of Nara, Xarkum, Kartah, and the other Naryyn busy with their own tasks.
Beside him, something groaned and Revan glanced to his right. Rhys sat, swaying in an uncoordinated fashion, her eyes oddly glazed. She covered her face with her left hand and took a deep breathe. But within moments her weary state vanished -physically anyway- and they both groggily stood up. Xarkum sighed in exhausted relief, while Kartah hid her own weakness better but it was still apparent.

Nara was keeled over on the ground, sweating heavily. Rhys, on instinct, instantly moved to help her. Though no longer in the trance, Revan continued felt a rush of unusual emotions zipping through his still clouded mind. But he banished the confusion from his awareness and focused by reciting an ancient creedo of the Morag Tong.
Xaries marched towards them, his armor no longer held its glorious gleam but it did not diminish his confident and charismatic presence in the slightest. He glanced with veiled concern at them, but it vanished as he spoke. "We're moving out to the coast, it's best not to remain here for much longer. Xarkum?" He gestured for his nephew to follow him. Xarkum hesitated, looking briefly at Revan, but he reluctantly matched step with Xaries. Kartah followed without any lack of enthusiasm, but she nodded to them in a sign of respect before she accompanied her CO.

Revan turned to Rhys, but she was already on her feet. She nodded to him, but her sash hid her warm smile. Revan was temporarily rooted to his spot; doing his best to hide his unprofessional reaction. The old part of himself would have shaken his head at his squemish behavior, but that part was almost gone now. I never imagined that love would be so hard to deal with. He thought. Then again, I never thought about love at all.
He slowly lead them to another APC, which was mostly vacant, aside from the driver and gunner. Revan seated himself in the seat closest to the rear hatch; Rhys sat directly across from him. She took a cloth from one of the overhead compartments, and wiped pirsperation from Nara's forehead. When Rhys finished she lightly embraced Nara, who returned the gesture.
Ignoring them, Revan fastened himself into the harnes that held him to his seat. He removed his helmet, and closed his eyes to rest.......

Rhys.......

Rhys enjoyed hugging Nara, the young girl was too young to be forced into a conflict like this. And it felt good to be relied on in such a way as parentage. So this is how a mother feels like? Children are blessings, worth protecting and raising.
In her blissful moment, the cold contrasting side invaded. But Revan never trully felt the love of a parent. His parents loved him, of course, but he never experienced a full up-bringing in their care.......... Rhys opened her eyes and gazed at Revan fondly. He was handsome and strong, but that wasn't what had drawn her to him.

It was his character that was captivating, he was reliable, independant, and absolutly loyal to anyone he considered a worthy friend. But Rhys could see that under his valor and confidence there was something that spoke of a different man under the cold armored shell. He not only survived without parentage, but he thrived. To her that was unimaginable. Where I was raised with care and love, he was spawned of disipline and comradery....... We're so different, but at the same time, so alike. He thrived on his up-bringing, but it came at a cost. Rhys felt a creature under that armor that didn't know what it wanted for itself, but just went with the wind's currents.

In a way the mask he wore was a second face, the face of an emotionless killer. While his true face, the one revealed now, with friends and kin, was that of a protector, who would fight to preserve his new-found gifts. All together, both faces culminated to make an enthralling man. Smiling beneath her black sash, rhys closed her eyes. If he can deliver us from this crisis, then I will do whatever I can to give him some form of true peace before the next one.........

Posted by: jack cloudy Nov 27 2006, 10:25 PM

Ah yes. The soul is a complex mystery. Tread lightly around it.

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 27 2006, 11:16 PM

And I think in another thousand years we won't know much more about then now........... Wish I could live that long.......

Posted by: Taillus Nov 27 2006, 11:28 PM

Agreed, and great update by the way. Loved it to pieces!

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 28 2006, 12:19 AM

Thanks Taillus, I'll try and update tonight........ and if not, then tomarrow

Posted by: Lord Revan Nov 28 2006, 03:58 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 14: The Meeting

The cavernous chamber was dark, only lit by the holo-panels that the various crew toiled upon. On a circular platform that floated twelve feet above the consoles and floor of the Infinite Sojourn's bridge, a lone figure sat, cross-legged, meditating. He was clad in gleaming sapphire armor, his shaved head did not reflect the light from the white spheres that bobbed about. For in the many centuries of wandering space, the aged Dark Naryyn had learned many arts of the shadows that few imagined.......

A single, dagger-length, jewel hovered before him, suspended by his his power. Slowly the crystal split, like a blossoming flower, and he began to lift off the cushion........ Now the gem was in several pieces, that twisted this way and that, they twirled about, and the light began to turn to a blue hue as the faces refracted the light.

Two others levitated to the platform, both sported more practicle armor then their commander. The fragments came together, each fitting like a puzzle, and fused back into one. They bowed, and the larger of the two spoke. "Commander, we did not wish to disturb you, but we've felt a..... flutter from a nearby world."

The man opened his eyes, they were slightly bleached of their original crimson, and he stared into space for several moments before answering. "I have felt this as well, and what do we know of this world?"
His voice was solid, strong, but wise all at the same time.

"This planet did not register in the databanks, but when we cross-referenced it with the old charts from before the founding of Xarmanca..... we made a discovery." The ancient sage stood and turned to face his two warriors. "What discovery was that?"

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Revan finally woke up, and he noticed a dull ache in his neck from his awkward position. He flexed his tense muscles and felt the "crack" of his neck realigning. Holding his helmet in one hand, he rubbed his eyes with the other.

The vehicle bounced as it ran over a series of crevices, and Revan was surprised he had fallen asleep in the first place. Rhys was on the floor, hands on her lap, sash off, and eyes closed. Her presence was soothing as ever, and Revan was filled with her tranquility. He couldn't help but grin. I never imagined, that I'd ever fall in love, and enjoy it. It was true, he'd never stopped to think about love, only worrying about getting better.

He undid his harness, strode until he reached Nara, who was lying on a bunk peacefully. For a moment he just stared at the girl, the white scar now seemed to enhance her attractiveness rather then become a disfigurement. Revan slowly reached down and pulled a strand of hair away from Nara's eyes, and readjusted the thermal blanket.

As he turned, he noticed Rhys watching him with great interest. For a moment they just stood there gazing at each other, and Revan was irrationally worried that he was blushing, even though with his complexion it was impossible. Why is it, that I can stand in the presence of Mehrunes Dagon without fear, and be rooted to the spot by a beautiful woman? He mused.

Rhys was studying him closely, and registered his unease. She switched to Tamrielic to keep the conversation private. "Revan, if you wish, we can do this in private."

"Very well," He answered, then in a more pained manner. "Thank you," In an attempt to banish his uncertainties, he decided to make a joking attempt. "But I doubt you can wait that long to resolve this, Rhys."

She relaxed, and responded by fieghning disappointment. "I will remain content." And she glided past him........ Revan took a deep breath and replaced his helmet. "One thing I have to love about you Rhys, your incredible understanding." It wasn't sarcasm, it was the truth.

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 2 2006, 06:05 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 14 (cont.):

Turning to the two High Naryyn in the cockpit, Revan asked them in Naryyn about what had gone on while he'd slept. "Well, dark o-" The gunner winced at his verbal blunder. "Sorry, we're still getting used to the idea of working with you all."
Revan inclined his head. "It's alright, we don't have much in the way of honorifics." Then he thought for a moment. "And we take pride in our heritage, just as you do. We're proud with what we are." At least those that Revan knew were happy with themselves as they were.
"Yes, sir." The reply was obviously automatic, but Revan wasn't sure he outranked this soldier. The gunner finally spoke as he manuevered through the various obstacles in their path. "We split up from the main group, and are about to meet up with another scout devision. The commander wants us to check the area around the bay for a way to the mainland without being noticed."
"How long has it been since our departure?" Revan queried. The gunner took a look at a chrono on his headgear, as he lacked a full helmet. "According to my suit it's been a good half hour, we'll hook up with the other group in a few minutes."

Marthyn.........

The Hunter's hull was long and pod-like with a lustrous gold alloy, and several aquamarine colored power conduits appeared and dissappeared along the length of the ship. The gold finish was now smothered beneath black scorch marks from the wash of enemy weapon's fire.
One of the carriers took a particle blast to its prow and was gutted, the attack caused a chain reaction. Though carrier didn't carry much amunition, they held fueled up fighters, dropships, and worse, bombers in their cavernous bays. Those ships were now tearing the capital ship apart as they detonated, violently.
Hundreds of single ships were wiped out in the shockwave, but there were easily thousands more. And they swarmed towards the Dominance and the Hunter. In respounce, the twin hvy. cruisers launched their contingents of fighters and bombers.
However, the expiditionary ships remained in the protection of their mothership's shields. Marthyn could understand, they were out numbered, outgunned, but this would play for time, time for reinforcements to arrive.......

High Naryyn cruiser, Dominance

Ankrus stood defiently in the face of the enemy. The two cruisers under his command were holding their own well, but he could tell that there would be no glory in fighting this single battle. If we leave and fight on our terms later, then we can defeat them when our support arrives..... He thought to himself.

Norik's shuttle had docked with the Hunter just before this trouble started. He won't like this, but we'll have to retreat for now. As an envoy of the council, Norik outranked Ankrus, but the Naryyn commander had made up his mind. The heirarchy tends to be overly ambitious, and allow it to blind their better judgement.
"Helmsman: prepare for jump manuevers, Ensign: get those aircraft back in their hangers, and alert the crew to brace for a planetary jump!" He barked to his bridge crew, who jumped to their tasks. "Sir!" The com officer yelled. "We're recieving a comunique` from the Hunter."
"Ignore it, tell them to prepare to withdraw!" He ordered him. Norik is going to roast me for this, but as long as this gets results I couldn't be happier. He thought dryly.

Marthyn.........

The Dominance suddenly stopped firing and the single ships wheeled to reenter the two hanger bays of the warship. In a clumsy imitation, the Hunter followed suite. What are they doing? Marthyn exclaimed.
Then a javalin of pure white light erupted from Dominance's depths. The bolt sped toward the enemy fleet, but it was not an attack. The bolt tore open a huge vortex that flashed green, white, and yellow. It seemed to thrash as though unstable and violent, which it was.

Together, Dominance and Hunter blazed forth and dissappeared into the whirling cyclone. The portal shuddered as if struck, and winked out of existence. The two cruisers were gone!

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 2 2006, 06:40 AM

Wow, lots happening in these updates Revan. Battlecruisers dissappearing, more powerful characters showing up. Things just keep building up!

Keep going my man!

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 5 2006, 03:19 AM

High Naryyn Society: As with its military, the general public is organized into a rigid system. All construction and architecture is logical, but ornate. There is no crime on the worlds that are the center of the High Naryyn's Empire. The law enforcement is very strict, and are feared by any would-be criminal. Medical care and hygenics are easy to obtain. The inner worlds are beacons of civilized life, with little to no poverty.
All High Naryyn are "middle-class" at the very least, prestige is passed from generation to generation, young adults must earn what they are due. The enviroment is devoid of any clutter (aside from bio-degradables).
Agriculture is commonly indoors, all plants are treated to precise care, in this manner, there are never shortages of food. With almost every planet raising its own necessities, there is little need to import and export supplies and foodstuffs.
Public transportation is made up of thousands of large passenger vehicles (like metro buses today). There are close to no privately owned vehicles (aside from diplomatic or politically important vessels). In this system all traffic flows smoothly, and resources are easy to manage. The entire system is linked, controlled by a central tower that is fully staffed at all times.

Only on fledgling colonies or worlds that are governed by non-Naryyn, are there pockets of organized crime. These organizations run black markets, smuggle countraband, and control other elements of illegal activities.
But despite their influence on the outer worlds, these guilds do not dare enter the center of Naryyn power, and for good reason. The only thing that can compare to the severe punishment of being found guilty of a crime is the persecution of the Dark Naryyn. Only the youngest and most foolish scoundrels go near the core worlds with illegal goods.
The Council's power is undeniable, they have no regard for any species' laws and regulations on organized crime. If a crimnal enters Naryyn jurisdiction then they are under the scrutiny of the Council, and the common punishments are exile from civilized culture or (in greater frequieny) execution. The Council does not intend to appear sqiemish. And their will is clear, "no creature may display the audacity to blight High Naryyn society"

High Naryyn Naval Vessels-

Carriers- though massive (1.5 miles in length), these warships are dwarfed by the mighty cruisers. Each ship has three hanger bays (one on each lateral side, and a third running along the dorsal area). They may be large, but their size is mostly taken up by the hanger areas and by the armories for every ship in the navy. With two meters of armored material (like synthisized titanium) at the least protected point on the hull, these ships can take a handful of punishment.
However, despite this, if an enemy could cause enough internal damage then the fuel, munitions, and singleships could start a chain reaction that could tear the capital ship apart. Aside from their huge fighter contingents these vessels have little weaponry.

Frigates- the smallest naval vessels to garner the title of a capital ship, frigates (like modern day specimans) are built mainly for speed and mobility. Never in the history of the navy has a frigate been given flagship status.
Their hanger bay is usually used for troop transports, but they can hold roughly a squadron of starfighters in addition to their dropships. Their arsenals are mostly point-defense (anti-fighter/ anti-bourding craft) guns, but on some occasions they are outfitted with a single, light particle cannon (barely capable of scuffing a hvy. cruiser, but capable of fending off carriers and destroyers).

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 8 2006, 02:07 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 14:

The small fleet hovered for the next few minutes, confused at the High Naryyn's sudden departure. The lead cruiser, the flagship, slowly oriented itself into a position above Vardenfell. The other ships flanked it, the frigates breaking off to take up posts above the Grazelands, Ashlands, and other topographical regions of the island.

Marthyn took another step back, the surviving carriers released great flocks of dropships upon the land below. There had to be hundred, no thousands, of transports, each of those capable of carrying twenty-four man-sized creatures. Morrowind was being invaded by something altogether worse then the Expiditionary Force.

Those can't be a part of the navy, no officer would dare fire on an expansion group like that. Marthyn had a sinking feeling that whoever -or whatever- was commanding those ships wasn't interested in colonizing or conquering, but instead interested in only extermination.........

High Naryyn fleet............

In the black void a brilliant flash of white light erupted beside the red satilight planet of Nirm. The Hunter and the Dominance burst into view. They rapidally decelerated to a slight drift......... On the Dominance's bridge, Ankrus shakily rose, during the hasty jump manuever he'd failed to secure himself to something and was thrown to the deck.

All around him the pitch-black command deck brightened as the moniters and systems reactivated. One would think that with all our advanced technology we'd be able to pull off an instantanious jump without all our computers frying. He thought to himself privately. The crewmen began to stir as well and check the ship's status.
"Report!" He barked to them. "Navigation: the core is running hot, cooling now, the engines are off-line, and engineering isn't responding. Weapons: all guns are off-line sir, and the main particle cannon's slagging!" Ankrus snatched a small computer pad from its cradle and it affirmed the senior officers' news, the ship was a mess.

The core was damaged, but Ankrus found himself more worried about the MPC. That cannon was the hallmark of any heavy cruiser, unlike normal particle weapons that fired blasts of charged particles, the MPC loosed the coherant beam that had gutted the carrier above the planet's surface. In a way it was more important then the other cannons that lined the hull.
As if all this wasn't enough, it got worse. "Commander....." The comunications officer began. "Patch it through." Ankrus said, resignation coiled around his voice.........

The Infinite Sojourn..........

The ancient Naryyn stared at the hologram of Nirm with a look that could turn sand into glass in an instant. Nirm, how long has it been since I last walked upon your surface? His thought was not well-guarded, so the bridge crew probably caught the a murmer of the comment.

"My lord, shall we proceed to this world?" Asked Capt. Yarkan. Around seven feet tall, the slender Virtarak captain was a perfect representative of his people. Long ago, after Nirm, the Dark Naryyn had only just settled down on Xarmanca when they encountered the Virtarak. Captain Yarkan's people were natural warriors, proud adventurers and explorers.
They were brilliant with technology, and had forced to fight for survival against the other species of their homeworld, which they based their technology on. Though lacking great strength for close combat, they had amazing eyesight and uncanny agility.

When the two races met, the circumstances weren't candid, there was a misunderstanding between the two cultures, and war broke out. After half a century of fighting, the Dark Naryyn finally found the Vitarak base, and defeated them. However, through the many years of combat, the Naryyn had come to respect the Virtarak as equels, and the survivors were allowed to reprieve if they agreed to fight alongside the Naryyn in the future.
And now here they all were, five hundred years later. "Yes, Yarkan, we must proceed with all due haste to this world, it was of great significance before our people mingled with one another."

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 8 2006, 09:19 PM

Things are progressing... and it seems hard to judge who is on what side! We'll just have to wait and find out...

Good stuff Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 10 2006, 04:15 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 14 (cont).

"We're nearing the coastal areas." The commanding officer in the lead scout anounced. The cliffs and frozen canyons had dissappeared, and given way to a forest of trees and bushes. Still the trip was no less bumpy. Revan, who was standing behind the driver and gunner, glanced toward the aft compartment. Nara was awake and Rhys lay sprawled backward on one of the bunks staring at the cieling, resting her head on her hands.

The High Naryyn were beginning to get uneasy about the silence over the command-link, which was normally filled with com-traffic. Revan was getting uneasy about a the sence of malevolence that resonated from something unfamiliar. "Ok, from here on out were in the open and vulnerable, so stay alert and keep an eye out......"

As their vehicle cleared the last of the treeline, Revan took in the new details: there were now more then a dozen ships floating above them, the two ships he'd seen before were gone, and one of the smaller ships was sitting one-hundred meters from the scouting group. The other Naryyn began to react, and the CO was ordering them to bull back to the forest.

Meanwhile the numerous weapons on the frigate were swivleing to take aim at the intruders. The recon patrol were almost to the cover of the forest when it opened fire. Snow and dirt erupted all around the APC, and the trees splintered like so many pieces of twigs.
Something exploded beside their transport and it nearly flipped over on its side. But at the last moment the driver hit a series of controls and with a roar, the vehicle righted itself. Rhys was standing beside Revan by then gripping a nearby weapons rack for support.

Suddenly there was a shrill tone blaring throughout the APC and a light on the console was flashing red. "What's that mean?" Revan yelled over the alarm and the other noises of ammunition going of around them. The gunner managed to glance at it before a tree began to topple over into their path. Fortunately the pilot punched another set of contros and the armored vehicle jumped over the obstacle.

The gunner yelled back. "They have a missle lock on us!" And he jumped from his seat running toward an odd mass of consoles and gadgets that Revan couldn't fathom. The officer threw himself into the chair and began furiously tapping buttons, sweat pouring from his scalp. A small moniter beside Revan blinked on and it showed a overhead view of the region, small lights indicated the surviving scouts, there was a flying shape that soared above them, the frigate!

The frigate released a storm of small flying lights that had scrolls of text and numbers beside each as they approached the scout vehicles. This is insane! Revan mentally fumed, but Rhys gave him a look that could have been agreement or admonishment, but in the chaos of the moment he couldn't tell which. The screen zoomed out and the main force of defectors came into view, moveing laterally from them.

Revan felt a sense of dread when he realized that they would soon exit the forest and be in the open again. Through it all, the swarm of dots that made up their devision were winking out one-by-one, and the missle salvo drew ever closer......

The Dominance.......

Ankrus took his reprimand like the soldier he prided himself to be, but even he was reaching his limit. Norik paced about the bridge, and even though the conversation was private, the other officers would of had to be blind and deaf to not realize what was happening.

"So,......" Norik's mental voice was calm but possessed a veiled threat beneath it. "Had us flee like spineless cowards instead of stand like our heritage dictates?" Ankrus replied. "I decided to put the well-being of our troops before my own honor, holy one. We were outmatched, and it was a strategic withdr-" "May I remind you commander," Norik cut him off. "that it is our way to stand in th face of impossible odds and fight to the very end?"

What happened next was unexpected but welcome. "Commander, we're being hailed by a heavy cruiser called the Armet." The comminications officer informed them. A vein became visible on Norik's forehead, but it dissappeared after a moment as the envoy sighed. "Patch it through to the main projector."
The hologram came to life and a middle-aged Naryyn wearing the uniform of a fleet admiral appeared. "Greetings, brothers, I am Fleet Admiral Satith. I'm the one in command of the reinforcements that you were promissed to eliminate the rogue fleet." Ankrus bowed to the ranking noncom; Norik merely nodded to him, but no one dared confess that the same fleet had just kicked them off their own world.

Infinite Sojourn, edge of the system.

On the rim of the star system, the Infinite Sojourn and its entourage emerged from a flash of light and began to excellerate in-system. Deep in the bowels of its armored shell, its commander, Arastus strode along his command platform. The viewscreen on the wall showed Nirm along with its sister planets, Arastus nodded and studied the scene.

Finally he spoke his mind. "We'll continue toward Nirm at a moderate speed; release the probes to scan the area." The orders were given and along the aft section of the ship several surveilence drones launched from their ports and sped across the system to gather information. Each of the cylinderic drones sported curving "wings" that folded along their black shell. Three traveled toward the target, while the others swept across the nearby void for any threats to their mission.

Posted by: jack cloudy Dec 10 2006, 10:02 PM

Looks like trouble to me. I mean, I don't think that the APC has that much point-defence. ECM might help but kinetic kill dumbfires are almost as bad as live tracking explosives. I wonder what will happen? And will Nirn survive?

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 23 2006, 12:43 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 15: The Resistance

For several minutes Marthyn watched as thousands of troop transports swarmed over Vardenfell and the mainland. He felt a painful throbbing in his head as the population began to feel the effects of the invasion. He dropped to his knees, overwhelmed by the mental sight of the carnage......

The village of Seyda Neen, most people were in their houses (as per the orders of the High Naryyn). Suddenly dozens of large blurry creatures raced into view. They threw open doors, tearing them off their hinges if they were locked.

Men and women of different races were torn from their houses and familes into the streets. Screeches and cries were audible but completely incoherent. The vilagers were grouped up and many of the creatures would approach and kill them.

The screams were drowned out by the sickening sounds of snapping bones and bodies colapsing. A single, larger creature stood in the center of the blood-stained street; it raised its staff above its head and began blasting the buildings to pieces.

Everything, from the lighthouse to the most run-down shack was destroyed. Finally after the village was razed and the people were dead, the attackers began to search the coastline for more things to kill.

The scene deminished, and Marthyn was found it hard to breathe. He looked down at the snow between his hands and knees. Nuasia gripped his body and he felt mentally ill. What are those things doing?
Marthyn willed his stomach to calm down, and was so distracted that he didn't notice he wasn't alone until it arrived.

A dropship swooped down and came to a halt fifteen meters from his hill. The doors opened and its ramp extended. He struggled to his feet despite the wave of malicous intent that radianted from the vessel.

Marthyn waited, dazed, for the inevitable. Suddenly a large hand, larger then any human's, grasped the side of the ship for support. The creature revealed itself, it stood two and a half meters tall, but was slightly hunched over. Its helmet hid its face, but its enlongated head was shapped like a snake or some other reptile.

Its eyes, however, were visible, they were those of an animal, a verticle slit that showed no mercy in its depths. It swung its head this way and that, twitching up and down as though sniffing. As more began to exit the vessel, it brought its leer upon Marthyn.

Kill the High Naryyn, kill the Dark Naryyn, kill all the Naryyn! Its hatred was coated with centuries of spite and anticipation for vengence. The group spread out, eight in all, advancing toward their prey. The leader, about a head taller then the rest pointed its staff amnacingly at Marthyn, the tip gleaming with lethal energy.....

The imediate threat banished the sickness they wrought, and Marthyn channeled his power.... An energy blade jutted from his very arm, and he did the same with his left arm. The malevolant being before him loosed its attack.........

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 23 2006, 03:33 PM

Seems like a lot of creatures like invading Nirn... These one in particular just seem plain old evil. Good stuff Revan!

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 28 2006, 02:56 AM

Sorry for lack of posts, I'm getting involved with role-playing, and it's still one day after Christmas
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Revan part 2/ chapter 15 (cont.)

The Infinite Sojourn and its entourage approached the world of Nirm. Their silhouetes were almost completely broken up, black metal on black void, the only exeptions were the moments where a ship would move past a star in the distance.

The Nirm probes showed rolling plains, mountain peaks, and arid tracks of desert. Commander Arastus was only mildly surprised at the discovery of primitive civilization, a probe came in close to a huge one-hundred foot tall tower in the center of a city. To be expected, give anyplace a couple milenia and life begins to sprout.....

As one of the three probes soared over one of the mountain ranges, an unexpected sight was portrayed by its sensors. A small group of golden, bulbous ships hovered around a small island. High Naryyn, here? Arastus cocked his head and pondered this new development.

Meanwhile the probe soldiered on, collecting more footage of the ships. This was made possible by the cloaking technology integrated into their compact shells, which were based on the ability of some Naryyn to bend light. Shrouded by their cowl of invisibility, the other two probes moved in and joined their brother in studying the ships.

Suddenly one of the probes recorded a sub-sonic roarm and changed its course. The scout revealed a single frigate-class ship in pursuit if of a devision of ground vehicles...... Why would High Naryyn attack their own forces? These growing questions lead to no obvious conclusions.

Curiosity getting the better of him the commander reached out and evaluated the vessels with his mind. The scan answered one question, There aren't any Naryyn in those ships. But there were Naryyn, of both castes, in those vehicles.

Suddenly the scouts that had been searching the nearby region sent a report. The new image was filled with more High Naryyn ships, but there were only two. Both appeared to be damaged or reasonably disabled. Naryyn minds resonated from within their contents.

Arastus nodded, taking in the information. So a small fleet of hyjacked High Naryyn vessels launching an active invasion against the planet, who apparently defeated the vessels that were already here........ With the tribes in the middle.
A feeling of sorrow filled the ancient warrior. They've fought for survival for the ages they were stranded here, now they have more then earned the right to join the rest of us on Xarmanca! The thought wasn't quiet, it wasn't meant to be, it was a proclamation.
Every Naryyn in the fleet mirrored the determination and will of their leader. "We shall not fail!" It was a rallying cry from one ship to the next, until every ship chorused it.

Even the Virtarak, who lacked telepathy, could feel the roaring sea of voices. It was unfortunate they could not be linked in such a way, but Yarkan stood beside Arastus resolutely, if not in a slightly bemused mannner.
"So what is our plan of action?" The Virtarak captain asked. "We take the fight to Nirm. Sharpen your blades and steady your minds!"

Like a swarm of predators, the armada descended silently upon the sphere, intent on saving both their brethren......

Nara........

The APC tossed and turned as all manner of ordinance exploded around it. Rhys and Revan were both in the area between the troop cabin and the cockpit. The gunner was furiously typing at the pad in front of him.
Beyond the current chaos a new sound came into play, a sound that she was more sinsetive to. It was the sound of thousands of mental voices chanting together as one wave of concentrated thought. The Iso Naryyn, our older siblings are coming.....
Nara had never heard of the two words used in such context, but these beings used it to refer to themselves. Dark Naryyn was what we were called during our exile, we made a new name for ourselves when we began our new life........

Rhys........

Another detonation knocked the all-terrain vehicle into a rock, and Rhys slammed into the wall beside her handhold for the four-teenth time. If we don't get blow to pieces, Revan, then I'm certain we'll be smashed into submission....
The armor-clad man glanced at her, but before he could reply the com-unit for the APC belched static. They both turned to look at the device, and a voice pierced the white noise. "........ther...... ravine......we.....use......cover....." The unit went dead, and the driver studied the landscape through the hellish scene of fire and falling debris.

Rhys flinched when the troops in a nearby transport died....... there were no screams, just a sudden cold where warmth had once been. The pilot began to smile, gazing intently at the area beyond the windsheild, but he wasn't suffering shock, yet.
"This is good, this is good, this is......" Before he could finish the third 'good,' the ground dissappeared beneath them, and a sickening sense of free-fall washed over everyone.........

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 28 2006, 07:58 AM

I had the urge to write this for some reason......... I guess I got bored
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Revan part 2/ chapter 15 (cont.)

The lance of energy soared at Marthyn, but he crouched to avoid it. The blast grazed his pauldron, slagging the strong metalic substance. He shook himself, ignoring the stifling heat to the best of his abilities.
Though it grazed him, the brunt of the attack slammed into a cliff-face.
Marthyn struggled to right himself, his suit's mechanical parts whined in sympathy, and stood to face the foes arrayed around him. The blades on his wrists cracked as they carved through the snow around him, and the air smelled of ozone.

Rearing up, staff raised above his head, the leader snarled and swung a viscous downward strike. Rather then parry, Marthyn swung his left arm, his blade meeting the attacker's staff. Both weapons crackled, niether opponent backing down, and the struggled evolved into a contest of strength.
Aided by his suit, he held fast against the larger creature's staff. Not many beings could match a full-fledged Naryyn warrior in full combat armor. The bulky power-suit stood out, but it was a life-saver in sieges, increase in strength, speed, and the protection it provided were invaluable.

The stand-off was halted when a thundering sound filled the air. Both combatants lowered their weapons and all beings gathered in that place searched for the source. Suddenly the hulking monsters became more agitated and they all looked simultaniously over Marthyn's shoulder.

Dumb-founded, the Naryyn turned to look, and felt a gripping panic envelope him. The cliff that the energy blast had hit was cracked, worse it had snow on it. That very snow was now rolling down the slopes, an avalanche! How do these things go blasting everything and not expect things like this to happen?

He turned to look at the creatures, but they were gone. They were clambering into their dropship in a blind panic. Marthyn shook his head, that piece of machinery will never got off the ground before it gets buried.......
The roar behind him reminded the Naryyn about his impending doom. I'm not dead yet. He thought to himself as he began to run at top speed, multiplied three-fold. The avalanche was leaving the mountain, and he was halfway to the transport.
Marthyn's mind still hurt, and his legs were catching up fast. "Keep running!" He yelled at himself, and welcomed the feeling of flowing adrenaline and blessed detachment. The world became the patch of land ahead of him, there were no sounds, no coucghing engine, no deadly ice and snow, nothing at all.

His breath came in short strangled gasps, and Marthyn was burning up despite the cooling units in his armor and the freezing gale around him. Darn it, keep running. You won't get your honor back by getting killed out here! A voice in his head told him.

He passed the transport by and looked back to see nothing but churning white powder half a kilometer away. Marthyn ran with renewed resolve to survive, he was determined to live through this.
I will find Revan, and put an end to this once and for all! He swore to himself. The thundering flow grew louder by the second, yet the young Naryyn didn't dare look back for fear of seeing the white about consume him.

Marthyn screamed but kept up his struggle to survive, he felt the lives of the creatures dissappear. No way is that going to happen to me, no way! His legs were about to come off, and his chest was going to tear itself apart from the inside out. There was so little air that he had to beat down the urge to claw at his throat.
Finally he spotted the snow in his periphical vision, and he felt an insane calm. This is it, either this thing crushes me, or I somehow live........ regardless, there is nothing more I can do now..... The man felt himself lift of the ground and get thrown through the air. He flailed out of animal instinct, the world's horsizon spun, all his senses became jumbled.

Suddenly he slammed into the ground........ and before the darkness replaced the white, he felt the presense of his brother.......... and his vision faded.......

The Infinite Sojourn.......

The ships dived from the heavens, in an area far south of the hyjacked fleet. The three probes reported a lot of activity since the last scan. "Sir," Capt. Yarkan, addressed the older veteran. "It is likely that the recent activity has been unrelated to our presense, and that we are still undetected."

"Thank you, Captain." Arastus replied and he approached the pilots and navigation officers. "Submerge the fleet, have all ships recall their fighters and seal their bays. If there are any of the fleet that can't comply then have me notified so we can deal with it accordingly."
The order was answered by several 'Yes, Commander's. All capital ships could be submerged under water, the Iso Naryyn made their vessels in the logical process of placing their bridges deep inside the ship's hull. The fleet slowed and slapped into the water, then they began to sink as the kenetic drives that moved them pushed them under the waves.........

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 28 2006, 04:25 PM

Seems like everyone has more time to write during the holidays! Consistant work as always Revan. All these editions always get me interested in what's going to happen.

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 29 2006, 12:52 AM

Well, these events are leading up to a war in the skys of Nirm...... but I might have said too much already. This will also lead up to the end of part 2....... and of the Naryyn on Nirm.

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 29 2006, 04:50 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 16: Of Blood and Honor.....

Revan's boots lifted of the floor slightly, but the pilot activated the manuevering thrusters and everyone was forcefully slammed into the floor. In his armor the impact only made his head spin, but he knew that Rhys and Nara could have been injured.

He glanced at Nara to find that she had secured herself halfway into her harness and had not been severly injured. Rhys had landed right beside Revan, but had avoided hitting her head. The gunner had been in his seat and had only hit his head lightly on his moniter.
And of course the pilot had braced for the impact, so no one was seriously injured. "That is why you must stay in your seats." The driver chuckled. Revan pulled himself up and searched the chasm's floor for the other vehicles...... There were only three out of the original fifteen craft remaining.

"All in all, we were real lucky back there" The gunner reasoned, Revan decided to agree with him. "Darn it, the vehicle isn't operational." Revan looked at the various service lights and found that they were all dark.
He didn't understand. "But that wasn't a horrible crash." The driver gave him an amused look. "You don't even know the first thing about our tech, do you?" Rhys spoke up, measurably less calm then Revan was. "No, we don't, so would you explain why we can't use this vehicle anymore?"
For as long as Revan had known Rhys, which wasn't that long now that he thought about it, she'd been a patient and empathetic person, and this was the first time she'd seemed extremely agitated with someone.
But then, everyone feels stress sometime in their lives, maybe Rhys just doesn't experience it that much....

"Well, some of those missles must have blast some shrapnal into a few places, not to mention that fall could have dug those pieces in deeper...." He muttered. Suddenly Revan felt a chill run down his spine, Rhys reacted as well. "Where is that frigate now?"
The gunner flinched. "Well, along with the other systems the sensor array is down, so......." No one needed him to finish, the pilot and Nara hastened to remove their restraints, Revan and the gunner gathered as much general ammo as they could, and Rhys grabbed cartridges of railgun spikes.

With twenty-five magazines clipped to his bandoleer, Revan kicked open the rear hatch. Once on the ground he spotted the other vehicles, each one had soldiers rushing to grab everything useful. A great shadow engulfed the canyon, and Revan looked up.
The frigate hovered above them like a huge predater, its fusalauge was an elongated sphere, with small bumps along its fore-side. And on each bump was a weapon, those weapons were swivling, choosing targets.
The farthest APC, along with most of its crew, erupted in a roiling ball of fire and smoke. Smaller energy pulses tore at ice, walking it toward the other survivors. By then Rhys was beside him with her high-velocity rifle cradled in her arms, the rounds glowing inside the firing chamber.

Both new that they were more outmatched now then they had been earlier. The frigate continued to rain destruction upon the other APCs. They heard a shout from behind, and turned to see the gunner waving around the corner.
"Agreed" Both Dark Naryyn told each other in unison, and they ran after Nara and the others. The Frigate gave chase above the ravine.

Norik.......

As the envoy held the council of war with the two ship commanders, the three exchanged points and counter-points. "It is clear that the Darn Naryyn are univolved with the rogue fleets." Satith informed them.
"Fleets, what do you mean 'fleets'?" Norik asked him. The officer sighed wearily. "There are more then a single fleet that went rogue in the last few hours, command is still trying to keep stock of how many ships we still have in our possession."
Norik clenched his fists, regardless of what Satith had to say, he was certain that the fallen ones were somehow involved. Perhaps they incouraged whoever is responsible to do this...... "That is unlikely, envoy." Ankrus said, and Norik gave him a glare. He had been surprised that the commander could have read his thoughts. I'll have to remember that......
Satith cam to his fellow officer's aid. "Indeed, the council itself has conceded that these are simply traitors, not heretics." Norik felt slightly taken aback at the news, but didn't show it. "So, how do you intend to retake they system?"
The two commanders glanced at each other, and irritating habbit of the military hierarchy. "My fleet is a couple of hours out; by the time we arrive your ships should at least be in some state of repair."

Marthyn.......

He was deep in mud, wait, no he was in hot coals....... no that wasn't right either. Marthyn wrestled to control his confused mind. I am at the citadel, no, no, no! There was a single column of light in his head and he siezed it and looked over the other regions with its aid. I was attacked, they are dead...... I got buried.....
The realization opened the flood gate of his recent memory. I was sent to kill Revan, my younger half-breed brother, to regain my honor. The High Naryyn fleet here was chased off and a huge force of monsters are all over this region........

With that straightened out, he forced open his eyes and beheld nothing but white. Snow, I was hit by an avalanche...... He brought his energy to bear and blasted the snow off himself....... In the sunlight Marthyn evaluated his armor and body. His left pualdron was blackened and warped out of shape, but it didn't hinder his movement. The rest of his armor was in mid-condition, most had withstood the force of the snow. His throat hurt and his body was still warming up from lying underneath the snow.
Marthyn felt exhausted, and it was difficult to concentrate. Sitting cross-legged, he slowed his thoughts and heart, beginning to meditate on the current situation..........

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 29 2006, 03:32 PM

How unfortunate for Revan, at the moment he's under attack by a frigate and his brother who seeks to kill him survived the avalanche. He's got a lot of problems to deal with.

Continue when you please, Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Dec 31 2006, 04:27 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 16 (cont.):

Xarkum woke with a start, he glanced around the troop bay of his APC. When he noticed the fellow High Naryyn sitting around him he calmed down. While he'd been sleeping he'd felt something..... He couldn't put his finger on what it was......

The rest of the Naryyn were soldiers in their heavy combat armor, some were wearing their helmets, others were conserving the energy in their suits. Most of them were armed with the standard issue assault rifles that fired fragments of molten metal at their targets.

The guns had a moderate stopping power at close and medium range, but when in close formation the gunners could bring down things that would normally require anti-armor weapons. A couple were carrying heavy repeaters that had twice the power of the assualt rifles, but were more encumbering.
The main difference between the two weapons was that the rifles used magazines, but the "rippers" (as they were more colorfully know as) had power cores directly behind the firing chamber, these power cores recharged during lulls in use, but produced lots of waste heat.

Xarkum felt vulnerable, despite being inside a full combat vehicle. The APCs had three pairs of all-terrain wheels, along with the thrusters placed on strategic areas of the craft they could nogotiate all but the most difficult obstacles.
Though not as swift as their smaller reconaisance variants, the APC was something of a small tank. The gunner commanded a single light pulse cannon on the top. The cannon could tear most known races to shreds in a second, and could spit ninety rounds per minute.

His vehicle was currently two klicks from the main force, it was a part of the devisions who's task was to protect the mobile artillery guns. Normally these machines would have been carried by a small flock of dropships, because they weren't as fast as their escorts. But the problem was: they had no dropships.
Despite all the heavy firepower surrounding him, the young scholar couldn't shake the dread that nagged at him. I wish Kartah was here at least..... Though occasionally hard to deal with, the sargent was an experienced soldier, someone you would want watching your back. Then there was the fact that neither Revan, nor Rhys were here either.

I'm the only one who isn't a warrior. He envied Revan for his calm and fearless demeanor. Well, he's not fearless, no one is, he's just used to it already..... Xarkum recalled what Revan had told him about his childhood. He grew up with death. What about me? I spent most of my childhood with Xaries' hand on my shoulder......

Xarkum sat there in his harness, frustsrated by his weakness. He idly put on his helmet, and looked at the stream of data that flowed through it........ Or used to.... The combat-net didn't exist anymore, not without a warship to sustain it. Lacking its support, there was no data on their positions or a real-time map of the continent.
These things were considered nessecities to any Naval offensive, all they did have was stock of personnel and all their resources. Still the privacy granted by the circular headgear was a blessing, Xarkum had to admit.......

Still the dread ate at him...... So he took a look at the vehicle's sensors through his suit's uplink...... Nothing, but our devision...... Suddenly, a piece click into place when he looked. It's not for me, it's for Revan!
Certain of his friend's need for help he overrid his harness' saftey locks. Xarkum moved toward the cockpit surprisingly well in light of the vehicle's motion. He removed his helmet again, and the gunner, who wasn't occupied at the moment, stood up.

"Get back in your seat, trooper, we're in a possible engagment area right now, and-" Xarkum did something out of character, for the first time in his life he cut off an authority figure. "I'm Xarkum, Commander Xaries' nephew, and I am ordering you to check the status of recon battalion 507." His voice was not one of a scholar, but of a person who possessed great influence and authority, neither of which he actually had.
Still, the gunner looked convinced, and gave a few moments of thought, then shrugged. Typing the proper command quiries the gunner cocked an eyebrow and did not give the group's status immediatly.... "For some reason that platoon's transponder isn't responding...... could be a technical problem."

Xarkum knew for a fact that there wasn't a problem with their equipment. "Are there any reports of a hard contact recently?" The trooper put in the request. "No, but here's something odd, we lost the 507th several minutes ago."
How he got the information he got then, Xarkum would never know, but he began to give orders to the other vehicles...... Apparently they either found his false charisma very convincing or thought that a relative of their CO knew his or her stuff better then anyone else. Xarkum couldn't tell, but was satisfied by the results none-the-less.

The group came to a halt on a nearby butte, the mobile cannons took up firing positions and made the preperations to fire. The hovercraft only touched the ground when unoccupied, or when in their bombardment mode. They slammed into the earth and gained a powerful grip on it with four firing claws.
All twenty-two cannons latched onto the butte's soil, their guns were capable of firing when moving, but truly shined when they were secured and brought to bear appropriatly. The operaters moved about their duties quickly and efficiantly, and the other soldiers lended a hand wherever they could.

In ten minutes, the artillery batteries were finally ready, and Xarkum took a deep breath. In the fading light the frigate was only disernable because of its glowing power conduits and it was quite active..... Now for once in my life I can do something that I can be proud of......
"Sir, the frigate doesn't appear to have its shields activeated; we have the element of surprise." The ranking officer reported. "Good, now we can strike a blow at these traitors." It struck him as ironic for him to call something else a traitor, but they had heard the broudcast from their homeworld. This is but one vessel in a great many traitors..... Xarkum thought.....

The scholar-turned-officer gazed intently at the target. "Fire at will...." And the gun emplacement opened up in earnest.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 31 2006, 11:03 PM

I like how Xarkum is stepping out of his shell in this update. Looks like such things happen when the going gets tough. Good update.

Posted by: jack cloudy Jan 1 2007, 12:16 AM

Yeah, but does he know what he's doing? If that frigate survives the initial attack, they're toast. Whatever happens, things are about to heat up. In the plasma striking at lightspeed type of heat.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 1 2007, 05:03 AM

High Naryyn ship building- like our construction of military tech today, the High Naryyn mass-produce and standardize (not sure that's a word). Therefore their ships are almost all identical, and equal (with the exeptions of hvy. cruisers and flagships).

Vessels are powered by immense fusion reactors, and are made from artificial alloys, such as synthesized titanium. They're propeled by ion engines, and so they can go on long voyages without resupplying problems. Though this does limit atmospheric mobility, to solve this problem the ships store 5% of the ions passing through their engines for environments that lack any amounts of such particles.

A ship's bridge is located externally, on their bow. To protect these valuable control areas most ships have extra armored plating around their bridge. This however limits the command center's field of view to a directly forward view.

Iso Naryyn ship building- in their exile where resources were scarce and rationed occasionally. The Iso Naryyn learned to depend on their natural power for energy. And so all their technology is based on the Naryyn's mystic power.

While the High Naryyn had plentiful resources and shipyards with which to construct their vast fleet, their cousins made things by working together as a whole. They built their military in the few places that would allow tedious work to be done.

Rather then sophisticated, man-made power sources, Iso Naryyn vessels are powered by huge crystals that channel the energies of the Naryyn into a useable source of power. As with their cores, these ships do not possess engines, but they have powerful kenetic drives deep within their hulls. These drives move the ship in virtually any direction.

The bridges are located in the center of these ships, protected by countless layers of metal and mystic energy. Though the High naryyn make their ships of reflective, golden alloys, the Iso Naryyn imbue their constructs with the same sense of subtlety that they favor. The only give away for these shroaded behemoths is their deep purple running lights.

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High Naryyn vehicles-

APCs- medium sized all-terrian vehicles, these small tanks are the middle ground between the heavy artillery batteries and the nimble scouts. Outfitted with jump-thrusters along certain areas of their chassis, they can jump and hover over or around obstacles.

Their armor is resistant to light-arms weapons, energy or projectile based. Their wheels are fire-resistant, and stab-proof. They are, when unoccupied, neutrally bouyant (they float, well actually bob on the surface).
They have more electronics in their arsenal then any scout, and any APC could function as a temporary outpost on wheels. With a built in transponder mounted in the cockpit, a warship could pin-point one within five-meter's accuracy.

Scouts- small, vulnerable, and fragile are justifiable descriptions for these vehicles. Their main asset is speed, they have the same thrusters on their bigger cousins, but in less number. It seats five man-sized humanoids when properly outfitted.

All of these soldiers are relatively unprotected from enemy fire, though the driver is defended from all but a shot to the helmet. Though lacking any advanced tech in their compact chassis, they do possess a communications uplink that any nearby troopers could use for short range communications.

Mobile Artillery Cannons- bulky, slow, and stubborn, these things are the complete opposites of any scout. MACs (not Halo MACs) hover over the surface at such a slow speed a normal human man could outrun one. This problem is solved by the employment of dropships specifically built to lift these bad-boys from hot-zone to hot-zone.

Though armed with a small 72mm for repelling enemy infantry on the move, MACs require an escort to protect them from hostile threats. Because it would hardly be a chore for a soldier to jump on one and plant an explosive on its armored plating.
These things are only worth the sweat when deployed for attack. They have four restraining claws that hold them in position when they fire their deafening 228mm terror of a gun. Their main weapon fires a highly explosive projectile like a railgun's spikes. The primary difference is the expolsive yeild given by the round when it hits its target.

Coupled with a warship's invaluable combat-net services, these armored tyrants can put a HE surprise on any enemy's lap. Although on Nirm there are no ships to provide this sort of accuracy.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 1 2007, 08:37 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 16 (cont.)

Despite the cold gales around the convoy none of the soldiers, officers in particular, felt uncomfortable thanks to the heating units in their armor. It was a blessing when their empire spanned an entire galaxy, thousands of environments, it was a miracle that one set of armor could function and keep the wearer warm or cool in savage conditions.

Master Gunnery Sargent Kartah sat in the passenger seat beside the scout's driver. The small, but nimble vehicle bounced ahead of the APCs and troop transports of their devision. Other scouts dotted the frozen valley they were driving through.
Thanks to the men and women long ago who designed this armor milenia ago we can all fight anywhere at an equel level of performance.... She thought quietly to herself. Actually the armor was too heavy for certain unstable battlefields where the ground could give way at any moment.

Her helmet was somewhat larger then the typical trooper. That was because, as an officer, she needed more knowledge of the immediate situation then her subordinates. Kartah patched her helmet into the crude 'net' that had been fabricated by spreading out their forces.
Though not as efficient as the real thing, the hastily fabricated system did its job well. There were enough vehicles that all troops were able to communicate. But the High Naryyn sargent, along with every one else, wished they had their main advantage back.

In a way, the combat-net was just as valuable as the powered armor they all wore. It gave the needed intelligence to syncronize troop movements, plan offensives, and so much more. Working without one was like fighting blind and nearly deaf. It was possible to fight without it, but it was a much needed comfort.

Suddenly there was a thundering sound audible over the background noises, and everyone around them instantly woke up. Training was the closest thing to telepathy they had, true they could feel emotions and possible triggers for actions. But all troops' ability to do more then that were denied upon recruitment. Only when a soldier gained significant prestige were their powers recindled and nourished.

Kartah's helmet indicated that the sound had come from the left, beyond the ridge. The path ascended and the source was revealed. On the butte, the twenty or so artillery guns were just visible, their shots were flying toward a nearby frigate....
On some instinctual cue, Kartah knew that Xarkum was responcible for the attack. Meanwhile the ordinance slammed it their target, blasting it into the earth. Xarkum what are you thinking? She thought angerly.

The vehicles had come to a stop to watch the display, but Kartah knew what the should be doing. She rushed to get the vehicles moving again. "Wake up everyone, this isn't a firing range!" The sargent yelled through the com-unit in her helmet.
She didn't actually know if she was the ranking officer or not, actually she knew she wasn't. But Kartah didn't let that stop her. "Scouts form up, we're going to that butte and give them a hand; everyone else, continue along the path! Move!"

The devision didn't need a repeat on that order, because they immediatly snapped to their tasks. The scouts swung around and moved full-speed toward the walls along the path. But rather then crash into the ice, they all bucked and jumped over the obstruction.
Kartah's head slapped against her headrest when the driver hit the jump-thrusters. Don't be dead before I get there Xarkum.....

Xarkum.......

In the exileration of the moment Xarkum forgot to put on his helmet, so when the mighty artillery fired, their booming reports caused his ears to explode in pain. He fell to his knees lightly carressing his screaming eardrums.
Still that didn't stop him from seeing the cannons' handywork. Fifteen shells hit the broadside of the frigate, three shots missed when the others hit their mark, and the remaining shells hit the ground all around the downed frigate.

But despite the attack, the frigate slowly rose back into teh air and spun to face its assailants. Its engines brightened and it burst forward toward the butte. By this time Xarkum had put on his helmet and heard one of the troopers yell. "It's trying to get under our minimum depth!"
The soldiers did their best without direct orders, the guns fired their second salvo, and the soldiers nervously readied their weapons. The frigate continued on its charge, and ran head-long into the second volley.

It slammed into the ground again, and even skidded across the blanket of snow. Hopefully that's the end of that. Xakum thought, just as edgy as his troops. The officers began to order the guns to get portable again, and the soldiers hastened to get moving.

But it wasn't meant to be....... The same feeling that had filled him with fear on the outskirts of the Marhun-Kar village chilled his spine. Then a chorus of engine noises roared over the butte, and the soldiers on the closest to the cliff gestured empathetically.
As he rushed over, Xarkum already knew what he would see, but he clung to the hope that he wouldn't see it......... That also wasn't meant to be, the area between the butte and and the wrecked frigate was filled with golden blurs...... with rogue dropships.

Posted by: jack cloudy Jan 1 2007, 12:00 PM

Now you've done it, Xarkum. I don't know if Naryyn culture allows it, but Kartah needs to give him a good lecture on acceptable risk once they get out of there.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 1 2007, 11:58 PM

Revan part 2/ chapter 16 (cont.)

Revan vaulted over a sudden hole in the chasm floor, and turned to see Rhys do the same. She landed gracefully beside beside him and they both shared a moment's length of silence before there was an explosion above them.

Both looked up to see the flames and debris block out the sky for several moments. "Come on, we have to keep going until we find a way out of this textbook nightmare!" The driver shouted, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet.
After three minutes of running it was clear that the frigate wasn't chasing them anymore, and they slowed their pace. "Over there I think I saw a cavern." The gunner told them. It proved that there was a cavern.

The contents was pitch black, Revan, Rhys, and Nara were unhindered. The two High Naryyn didn't follow, so Revan stopped and turned to them. "Come on, this could be the only way out!" The soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads. "Surely there's a better wayto the surface."

Revan rolled his eyes wearily behind his visor. "We can see just fine, you only need to follow us." He could detect their reluctance to enter a dark cave that could be unstable. "That might go down, deeper into the planet, we need to go up."
He turned to Rhys, "Do you see a way to convince them to come with us?" She furrowed her brow for a second. "No, the High Naryyn obviously lack our afinity with darkness; we might as well be asking them to fight with chitin daggers instead of assualt rifles. He nodded, and turned back to them...... then he saw something unexpected.....

Rhys....

She looked in the soldiers' direction just as Revan did, but took longer to realize what she was seeing. Nara was moving to join them, what is she doing? The girl stopped beside the High Naryyn, and turned back to them.
"Nara what are you doing? There probably aren't any paths for another kilometer!" Rhys asked the girl. Nara's respounce was prompt, if not somewhat illogical. "They will find a way out of the canyon, but you two have to go this way."

Rhys was confused, Nara had always been distant, but she'd believed it was simply because she had lived on her own and never branched out to be close to others. "What are you saying, Nara?"
The girl gave Rhys an odd glance that seemed deviod of emotion, but was also brimming with it. "You and Revan must go one way, and we must go another, your fate is bound to his...... in more ways then one." Her voice sounded almost prophetic. "What will happen here can only be experienced by you two, neither I, nor these soldiers can interfere."

"I don't understand, Nara, why are you talking like this?" Rhys asked, she had no idea what was happening. Nara smiled, amused. "I'm Hurso-Vernah, I can see what can and may happen, but I can only minipulate the riverbed, not the river itself."
An chill ran through her, and she knew that she couldn't comprehend this girl until she wanted her to. Rhys realized that only she was having this conversation, that Revan and the High Naryyn weren't experiencing this conversation........ "Now go with Revan, let your life play out, but one day the rules of our people will be challenged." Nara's voice was now forceful and commanding.

Revan.....

The two High Naryyn left with Nara, but Revan couldn't remember agreeing for them to take her with them...... Rhys stood beside him, she seemed dazed and detached. "Are you all right, Rhys?" He asked, feeling a sense of worry. Am I even ok myself?
Rhys shook her head, and returned his gaze. "Don't worry about me Revan, I.... I'm fine." No you're obviously not, just tell me what's wrong. He wanted to say, but he kept it to himself.

Revan shrugged and looked into the dark depths of the cavern. "Well, we'd better get going." He turned to glance at Rhys...... she was still looking at the enterance.

Marthyn.....

His mind focused, and his destination clear, Marthyn stood and made his way to a nearby ravine. Revan......... It won't be long now...

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 12 2007, 02:28 AM

Revan part 2/ chapter 17: Waging War.....

Kartah, gripped her assualt rifle tensly as the scout bounced over a small hill. The battalion of small, vehicles sped along toward the butte, their tires kicking up plumes of snow. The dropships were circling the top of their destination, raining energy-fire down on Xarkum's forces.
Right now, the Staff Sargent felt completely helpless, the nimble scouts were eating up the distance to their comrades, but Kartah feared that they wouldn't be able to help. They better not die, if I find Xarkum after this is over..... She let the thought go, and let herself concentrate on saving the scholar's life.

The lightly built vehicles bounced as they hit common obstructions in the snow. Scouts were built for speed, and hit-and-run. Now that Kartah thought about it they should have let some of the APCs tag along, these little mechs could deliver a viscious bite, but they were asking for trouble attacking air targets like this.

Forget the odds, we have troopers with anti-air weapons, so we can take them out. That was a foolish hope, though bulky, the standard-issue transports were also built for fast infiltration of enemy territory. They weren't as manueverable as fighters, but they could move on a greater axis, capable of hovering, strafing, and reverse thrust.

One of the rear-guard vehicles shouted. "Incoming, they're coming in high, repeat, some dropships are inbound, they're diving!" Kartah looked straight up, her visor compensating for the glare of the sun, and spotted five faint dots.
Activating the long-range setting of her helmet, the dots leapt forward and resolved into the silhouetes of dropships. And just as the soldier had reported, they were diving at a 90 degree angle toward them. Kartah yelled into the com-link. "Split up, loosen up this cluster, do you all want to get blow up?"

With a chorus of "yes, ma'am"s and hand signals, the devision split apart, like the petals of a flower. Some of the vehicles hit their thrusters, jumping into the air or leaping forward with a speed boost, while others slowed down or skidded to a halt to choose a new course.
With five airships, bristling with anti-infantry guns, the group's intention was to confuse the dropships and cuase them to lose their advantage. Kartah looked back up at the bandits, they adjusted their angle of attack, choosing targets.

The other soldiers were making similar notes, and the squad made the necessary preparations to guard the targeted crafts' backs. This will be a costly battle, no matter how well we fight back we'll lose firepower and troops that we can't afford to lose....... The dropships screamed, and accelerated......

Xaries.......

Studying the grid critically, Fleet Commander Xaries asked again. "Are you certain that these ships aren't controlled by the Expiditionary Force?" The small-scale hologram of a general, consulted his officer helmet's display again. "Yes sir, the ships appear to be needlessly hostile, no communications, no verification, nothing. I don't think the envoy would be so indiscriminate, even with his overblown loyalty to the council."

Frowning slightly, Xaries diggested this information. "And what of the missing patrols? Have we had any word?" Normally he wouldn't have asked that question, but lacking a proper combat-net, he couldn't be certain of much of anything. As the general spoke to another officer, Xaries looked around the troop transport's bay.
A giant compared to the many APCs in their control, the heavy troop transports were over twenty meters long. Out of the fifty seats, fourty-two were occupied by an exhausted soldier. The goliath-sized transport was like a huge siege engine, with armor comparable to their warships and firepower to tear any resistance apart, the so-called "transports" were juggernauts.

Not only were they warhorses, but these vehicles could act as a command center, their computers were holding this makeshift combat-net together. Finally the general replied. "No sir, we aren't picking up any transponders or transmissions, but it gets worse....." Xaries sighed, "tell me."

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 20 2007, 06:44 AM

Revan had a feeling that something was going to happen, or at least about to happen. Rhys had remained completely silent since they'd parted ways with Nara and the two Naryyn troopers. She isn't telling me something, he thought to himself.

He knew there was a reason for her silence, but it made him slightly distressed, not to mention the fact that she'd closed her mind off from him. Of course Revan knew he could confront her and get the answers he wanted, Rhys wouldn't lie to him, of that he was certain.
But he didn't feel that was wise, nor did he wish to do that to Rhys. Still the quiet hung like mist, despite being reserved for almost all his life, Revan felt miserable inside.

I have to end this! His quick pace same to an abrupt stop, and Rhys walked a couple paces before noticing him. She spun on her heel with a look of conflicting annoyance and regret. "Don't ask, Revan. I won't give you an answer."

He met her statement with patience that was born of his former life. "Then I shall simply wait for you to tell me without asking."

Rhys....

Why does he have to be so stubborn? Rhys glared in irritation into the ebony black faceplate. "It's personal, let me handle it." Rhys turned and had barely taken a single step before a cold, bone-white guantlet gripped her right shoulder tightly. She turned her haed just enough to get Revan in sight, and she placed her hand on his right arm.

"Let go of me, Revan!" The amount of venom in her voice surprised her, and she was appalled by the veiled threat as soon as it left her mouth. The man paid little attention to her protest, trying to spit in his face was like trying to knock a wall down with piece of straw.
Still his voice was colder then usual when he replied. "I'm not going to until you tell me everything. And there is no personal; there won't be until our bond fades away." Rhys bit down the angry retort, with visible effort, and turned to face Revan fully.

When she spoke her voice was full of shame, they both sat down on the floor.

Revan.......

He removed his helmet, she did likewise with her sash, they were speaking as complete equals, no half-truths, no misinformation. Revan didn't doubt her for a moment, her shame struck something deep in his heart.
While she spoke Rhys looked at the floor, never meeting his gaze. She unburdened her feelings upon him, Revan knew that Rhys had considered Nara her daughter. Rhys didn't want Nara to grow up like she had, without a parent to make her feel secure and loved.

Revan recalled the memories and emotions that Rhys had experienced after her adoptive father had died. She was experiencing something similar to that now, the abandonment. Rhys had simply wanted to help Nara with love, but instead the girl accepted this then just left.
Right now, Revan simply wanted to find that girl and...... well, do something. Rhys finally finished, but didn't seem to have the will to retreat from her demons. He couldn't let her drown in pain like she had nearly a century ago, he wouldn't let her.

Gently he reached his hand out and gripped her shoulder, this time in a soft, comforting manner. At the same time his mind touched her's, he was with her in mind and body. "Rhys," he began in the same kind of caring way Barrick had done. "I am still with you, you're not alone anymore. I've had trouble finding a way to tell you this, but......"

Rhys lifted her head, her eyes glistening with tears unshed for decades. "I've fallen in love with you, and you don't have to hold your feelings inside yourself anymore." Revan spoke softly, running his guantleted hand over her left cheek.

Rhys......

He didn't just say...... Rhys took several seconds to make sure she'd heard him correctly. Revan's cool presence reentered her mind, but it was a chilly breeze that substituted the freezing cold that had consumed her because of Nara.

Rhys embraced Revan with a surprisingly powerful grip. She did exactly what Revan had told her, she released all the grief and loneliness that she'd kept locked away for so long. "I owe so much to you, Revan. I didn't realize that I was the one who needed your help."
Revan replied, "no, you owe me nothing. I need you as much as you need me, Rhys. We are strongest when together."

Posted by: jack cloudy Jan 20 2007, 10:57 AM

Nice character building. I wonder how Marthyn will respond when he finds out that his little brother has found a companion. I'm sure that it will cause a slight change in his plans.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 24 2007, 04:33 AM

The moment he admitted his feelings with Rhys, Revan felt a burden lift from his shoulders. But then it could have been Rhys' burdens that were being lifted...... or just a mix of both, their bond had yet to be fully explored or explained.
I'll, we'll he corrected himself. We'll need to look into that, all we know is that it sometimes passes pain, gives us insight into the other's actions or motivations, but there are so many unknowns..... Rhys had let go of her past, completely, the pain that manifested itself after Barrik's death was no longer an affliction. Now, it was simply another occurance that made Rhys what she was.

They both beamed at each other, her spiritual ease was his, as his resolve was hers. "It's difficult to tell what I'm feeling from what you're feeling." Revan nodded, "What affects one of us affects the other, it's for the best that our minds are connected."
After a long silence, Revan stood and replaced his helm over his head. "But now we must find away out of this canyon and to our allies." With their goal in mind, both set aside their feelings. When this was over there would be time, more time than most beings had who were born upon this world......

Xaries

As a time-served veteran of wars that spanned decades, Xaries felt he could credit himself with an inner calm that few who lived less than a century could ever experience. But when the general informed him that Xarkum, his pacifistic nephew who knew little about combat, was involved in a hard contact with whatever was controlling those ships made almost all his calm vaporize in an instant.

With the only remaining pieces born of military self-control he restrained himself from railing at his consort. But his voice was not what he wanted it to be. "What is the status on the devisiona nd all devisions in the area?"
Xaries clenched and unclenched his fist, a nervous habit he'd gotten rid of many, many years. The general spoke briefly with his subordinates. "The division's transpoders are not responding to our signals; we know however that part of division 2105 is in transit to-"

He knew his troops wanted to help any survivors, and as much as he wanted to let them, Xaries knew better then to risk more men and women for an equal amount who were most likely dead. "Call them back." The general paused for a fraction of a second. "What was that, sir?"
"Call the vehicles back, we can't get spread out and confused in the middle of this situation." The general stared in borderline disbelief, but noticed his commander's solemn expression. The man's voice was quiet, apologetic even, when he replied. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

Marthyn

Following the chilling sensation that he concluded to be Revan's mental pattern, Marthyn steadily continued through the winding pathways of ice. Though lacking a helmet, therefore a full atmosphere within it, he was reasonably comfortable despite the cold air.
His hurso was hot with the end in sight, though he was confused as to the other presence he sensed. While his brother's was chilly, foreboding, and to a degree, inspiring, this second one was warm, welcoming, and brimming with loyalty.

I don't want to kill anyone if I don't need to....... Marthyn thought as he stopped momentarily. If they get in my way, then I'll make them get out, unharmed if I can, but their well-being isn't my concern.[i] He felt reluctant to press on for a moment, then he banished the hesitation with disgust. The two presences were steadily coming to him.......

[i]Kartah

For a few precious seconds all that was audible in the Staff Sargent's helmet was her own somewhat irratic gasps for breath. The world came crashing back to her instantly, the trooper in the driver's seat beside her yelled over the personal comms. "We just got a message from command, they want us to fall back!"

In spite of being close enough to reach out and run her gauntlet over his, the short-range transmission was hardly coherant enough to make out. Kartah yelled back, but the words refused to leave her throat. In frustation she gave a shake of her head and a slashing motion with her hand. No, we remain.
Though the pilot managed to see the gesture and understand its meaning, several other scouts lacked the benefits of hand-signals and they peeled off, attempting to comply with orders from their superiors.

Kartah held back a curse, but her fears were not as horrible in reality. Half the dropships spun and gave chase to the fleeing scouts. Still, the sargent knew they couldn't fend off this smaller force either. "I want to be on that butte ten minutes ago, soldier, make it happen!"
The pilot nodded and hit the rear thrusters, the scout bucked in respounce to the speed boost. It looked like they could get to their destination unhindered, the other transports were retreating to the other capital ships....... But it wasn't so, niether Kartah nor the driver heard the dropship, and lacking any additional troops in the back they had no eyes to watch their backs.

Suddenly her suit gave a high pitched whine, and a warning symbol flashed on her HUD, the driver's helmet was also flashing. Kartah couldn't remember what the alarm meant, it wasn't a missle lock, that was for sure.
Only the shadow over them gave them a good warning. She looked up, and gave a disbelieving sigh. Not one meter above their scout was a dropship, its weapins weren't targeting them, but there was another threat.

The lights of a anti-grav lit up and with a mighty heave, the transport lifted the tiny vehicle and its occupants off the snow-covered ground. "No, no, no, no this isn't happening!" The pilot yelled miserably as he lifted his hands off the steering wheel.
While he stared at their captor, Kartah looked at where it was taking them....... And she noticed the sheer clifface of the butte they were heading for. I am not going to die like this! She swore, and slapped her palm against her compatriot's pauldron.

As he glanced at her he saw the sargent jump out of her seat and grab the hull of the dropship, and begin to climb out of view. That's suicide, I'm not going to climb over a moving aircraft's hull! It was then that the soldier spotted the cliff. Forget that! And with that he gripped the dropship with a death-grip.
Just as he gained a proper grip in one of the landing struts, the transport gave a roar as it pulled a reverse thrust, and let go of the scout vehicle. The light recon buggie soared through the air and blew to pieces as it collided with the cliff. I'd like to see them fightus face to face rather then with our tech.......

Sargent Kartah struggled to fight the wind, even with power armor on this was a unique challenge to her. The reverse-thrust nearly pulled her hands loose of the aircraft's frame, but adrenaline was very helpful in situations like this.
The transport hovered, as if to watch the wreckage fall all the way down the escarpment. Kartah used the window of oppertunity to get beside the rear hatch. The mechanisms hissed as the doors began to part, the Naryyn pulled out her assualt rifle with one hand, hanging on with other other. If I fall now, then that's one-hundred meters before my body splatters over the ground.........

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Jan 24 2007, 04:47 AM

Wow, that some daring moves by Kartah. I hope she pulls this off. Not to mention having control of a dropship would come in handy as well.

Keep it up Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jan 27 2007, 08:03 AM

Kartah's mind was focused in only one direction, nothing else mattered. She could lose her grip and plunge to her death, some exotic airborne creature could try and snatch her from behind, but all that mattered was what was coming out of that hatch.
The aural sensors on her helmet picked up some patches of hissing noises and snorts. Kartah's grip tightened on the trigger-guard of her rifle, and even as a hand, with long grasping hands, reached for the frame of the door she cautioned herself. Hold your fire until you have a clear target.....

Her hand continued to apply more pressure on the trigger despite her best effort to wait. The hand gripped the hatch, and exhibited the tell-tale signs of supporting something's wieght. Wait for that things head to show up......
Kartah was losing the clarity and focus, which was being replaced by an consuming desire to make these thing as dead as possible. A long, helmeted snout came over the edge of the frame. The helmet's resemblance to her's loosened her trigger-finger for a fraction of a second, then she recognized whwere she'd seen something like this before.

That thing is an honor guard! The "honor guard" continued to reveal more of itself untilit was balancing on the dropship with its hands and legs. I don't care what these thinsg are, if they want to kill my sevro and sevra then they're marked for death!
With that heated conclusion Kartah let loose three burst of automatic fire into the creature's armor. But bing that they wore the same materials the weapon was only as affective as the assualt rifle would have been against herself.

The cold-blooded reptilian thing shook with every impact, though none of the rounds penetrated its armor. It clearly had not expected the attack and it lost its grip on the dropship's hull. As it plummeted toward the ground below, Katah let herself feel a sense of satisfaction in killing the creature.
This feeling was short-lived, as there was a renewed chorus of reptilian hissing and sounds of shifting wieght. I can't fight an entire dropship load of these things like this. She thought, as she stowed her rifle. With her left hand she reached over to the top of the transport, and hualed herself up.

Two more honor guards pulled themselves on to the same area, both were armed with assualt rifles of their own. There was a split second before both opened fire, but it was enough for training to kick in. Kartah threw herself down onto her stomach, holding both armns crossingover her head.

The arms were the most protected areas of her suit for a reason, they were meant for blocking. All soldiers were trained to take cover, if there was none then they used their own armor as cover. In a folded up shape such as this the arms protected the head, even when someone was wearing a helmet.

Because of this, the anti-infantry rounds pinged uselessly off her more efficiantly. When the fire subsided, Kartah jumped up from her position, and slammed her guantlet into the ship as hard as she could, multiplied by the armor's enhancements.
Drophsips were capable of holding position in severe weather conditions, but the pilot wasn't expecting a sudden force like this. The aircraft flipped with its starboard side almost perpendicular to the ground. Both attackers flew off the side, and Kartah managed to find a hand hold before sliding of herself.

She gave a glance at the butte, it was several meters below and forward from the dropship. Perfect! She accessed an exterior panel that was used for maintenance, but rather than fix it any borken equipment she reached in and ripped out the conduits and power lines that ran along the ships dorsal area.
The pilot had begun to level out the ship, but suddenly the aircraft flew irratically. It went into a loosely spiralling dive toward the butte, and as the creature wrestled aginst the stubborn controls the two Naryyn soldiers jumped to land uncerimoniously on the butte.

Like in training, she landed on her left foot, then stepped forward with the right one to keep her balance and absorbe the fall. The other trooper's landing was less graceful, but he didn't look like he'd fractured anything.
Kartah looked up fast enought to see the dropship slam into a snowy hill, fly through it, and dissappear from view........ She waited a few seconds before the roar of its crash below to get out of her crouch. The soldier followed suit and looked around with the common look of someone who had been through hellish conditions....... and knew it wasn't close to over yet.

"By the Patriarchs, they were all masscred; just look at them." He whispered in a slightly frightened tone. Kartah agreed completely, she didn't want to look at the bodies, but she didn't have the luxury to be squemish about death of kin.

There were blackened craters, twisted wreckage of cannons and other vehicles, slagged pieces of armor, and the unmistakable scent of ozone and heat that accompanied energy weapon discharges. Both of them began to move in different directions, combing through the bodies.
Xarkum, what were you thinking? You should had someone watching for a counter-attack, you'd better be alive or I'll- Her thought was cut off when she stumpled over something on the ground........

Darhun

These 'sevro' avoid me, the Marhun Kar warrior thought sourly to himself. The things I was told about how their anscestors treated ours didn't paint a masterpiece, but I'm not ignoring them. In truth, Darhun felt uncomfortable among them too.

They walk differently, they socialize differently, they even think differently, these are not true kin. His ramblings were interrupted was he felt a pulse deep in his consciousness. None of the High Naryyn gave any sign they'd noticed it, but darhun knew he'd felt something. Something has just arrived........ it's so familiar, but.........
He shood his head again, and he simply stared at his intricatly designed battle-helm. These High Naryyn, they don't have any real individuality when it comes to a lot of things. Most of their helmets look exactly the same!

Darhun let out a breath trying to calm down, and he began to slow his heart and meditate. I hope you're all safe, sevro and sevra.... He thought about the only High Naryyn he could consider true kinspeople: Xarkum, Kartah, and Xaries.

Posted by: Lord Revan Feb 21 2007, 03:52 AM

Sorry here's a short one, I'm going to try and be more diligent about updating, but then there's school......
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The winding pathways were carved out of solid ice, in the time they'd spent trekking through this cavern they had not found a single pebble. It's so cold, why does this place have to be such a frozen wasteland? And how can Nords actually live here comfortably?

Rhys shivered slightly, she'd traveled in cold conditions before, but Sosthiem was the worst experience by far. Revan's calm voice entered her mind, "well, it's part of what makes them Nords. Just like we can minipulate arcane energies and dissappear.... Just look forward to when we meet up with the convoy again."

She raised an eyebrow and stared at him. "You don't even feel the cold in that armor, and my clothes aren't meant to be worn out in sub-zero temperatures!"
To that he shrugged, "like I said look forward to when we get out of this place." Rhys didn't feel much better, but she didn't bring the subject up again. She knew he could feel a similar, weaker, sensation of her discomfort in the back of his mind.

When they came to a opening to the surface, both paused. The necessity for vigilance was Revan's instinct, yet their bond transfered the characteristic over to her. She scanned the immediate area, dozens of icy pillars jutted from the ground around them. "What is it, Revan?"

Revan....

The link between Rhys and him was effectively a loop, therefore he could feel her discomfort and anxiety. Though none of this was really important, he could feel something...... familiar, from long ago. So long ago he could only discern it as something he'd felt before.

"I don't know....." Revan shouldered his assualt rifle and slowly creeped further into the forest of pillars. He gripped the weapon tightly, his senses were throbbing as he moved closer to the source. As he rounded another pillar, a figure stepped out from one further down the line.

The source was a High Naryyn, his armor was similar to Xaries', made of several light plates of overlapping metal. It wasn't as light and ornate as Norik's, nor was it a heavily plated set like the standard trooper's.
All the pieces were smaller but made of more pieces, not doubt for mobility and for greater freedom of movement. Though quite shiny, the armor appeared to have been slightly damaged recently as it had several minor dents on the breastplate.

The Naryyn looked only a couple decades older than Revan, his gold colored eyes bore a look of anticipation and relief. This warrior's presence exuded pride, purpose, and a mixture of sympathy and hatred.

Marthyn....

As Revan came around one of the many pillars of ice, Marthyn allowed for a rare smirk, one of victory. "I've finally found you, little Revan, now I can avenge my honor that you made naught a century ago!"
The other he'd felt came into view, appearing beside his brother. Marthyn was moderately surprised that the other was a female, though he didn't know why he felt a brief moment of extreme anger.
Composing himself, he projected. "if you value your life, sevra, then let this score be settled. Your companion slighted me in the past; I am only here to restore my honor. You are not in any way involved, so leave now."

Rhys....

When she caught up with Revan, Rhys "heard" the High Naryyn's threat. Revan was simply confused, but Rhys felt the venom in the warrior's proclamation. Her own warning didn't have as much affect as this man's threat to Revan.
"A century ago? Revan did you ever interact with High Naryyn before now?" Before the question had been fully formed Rhys knew the answer. She'd seen Revan's memories, He'd been born by a High Naryyn father and an Iso Naryyn mother, but aside from the fleeting period when he is birth been a secret he had never met this Naryyn.

She reached for her staff, as Revan drew his blades. "I'll stand by you, Revan, as you have stood by me."
Four energy blades crackled to life each shining silver, Revan replied. "We breathe and move as one, sevra."

Posted by: Lord Revan Feb 22 2007, 05:30 AM

Kartah spun to train her rifle on the object she'd tripped over, but when she saw what it was she stowed her weapon again. It was a small data crystal, a cylinder no larger than her palm, and it was Xarkum's personal storage device.

As she held the tiny trinket in her hand, Kartah felt a wave of raw emotion. Xarkum never let go of this piece of carved rock, he put all of his thoughts and knowledge in it. Therefore she had always assosiated the crystal's presence with the scholar.
And he would never think to leave it in the middle of a battlefield, so...... The sergeant shuddered as the harsh reality stared her in the face, there wasn't any body near the place she'd fallen, only a blackened crater.

She dropped the crystal, continuing to shudder uncontrollably. Xarkum, are you really gone? For one of the rare times in her life of killing things and watching things kill people around her she felt a small part of herself shriek, struggle against the cold that formed over something that had been so warm before, warm and full of life.....

The shuddering stopped, only an empty void remained, blurry eyed Kartah, Staff Sergeant in the Imperial Navy, retrieved the crystal. She proceded without thought, her body working independantly, her mind was non-existant.
The shell marched through the battlefield without direction, but not once tripping over a single corpse. Eventually Kartah came to as she reached the cliff that ended on side of the butte, in the hollow depths of her mind she managed to consider jumping.

She braced, all she needed to do was push and it would all be over....... that felt so appealing, but. "Sergeant, I've got movement," another voice, the soldier's voice. "Confirmed, hard contact, repeat, Hard contact!"
Kartah turned to the sound of gunfire and angry chittering to find the trooper retreating to her position firing back at a group of honor guards. In an instant the thought of self-inflicted death was drowned out by a desire to fight.

Leaping to the right, she fired several sustained bursts from a prone position. The oncoming cluster slowed considerably as the anti-infantry rounds bounced of their armored bodies. None had a ranged weapon, a few held large staffs which they used to continue forward despite the twin barrages.

Getting up into a crouch, Kartah kept housing the creatures with more ammo, only pausing to slam another magazine into place. Still the enemy advanced slowly, pieces of armor chipping off from the abuse. And when they were six meters away, her hand clenched empty air.
Her sedated mind conjured up, I'm out of ammo...... It took an eternity squessed into a dozen clicks for the realization to hit home. Kartah discarded the empty weapon, noticing that the other soldier had done the same and was now raising his back-up.

The despreate attempt did little, the honor guards hardly slowed to the secondary's projectiles. When they suddenly did stop Kartah and the trooper stared in amazement for a few seconds before their suits picked up the dull roar.
Her armor painted several large objects rushing toward them at high speed, before she could turn to look her comm unit projected. "Get down, now!" Throwing herself to the ground again, Kartah saw seven blurs slam down between them and the honor guards.

The newcomers loosed a mixed flurry of brilliant light and thunder upon the awe-struck reptilians. Nothing short of an armored bunker could take that sort of firepower and still exist afterward. As the smoke cleard, the newcomers resolved into the hulking shapes of aerial assualt units.

Over the comm they confided amongst themselves, "I'm picking up another disturbance, 03 and I will investigate. 04-06 will secure the area, and 02, you stay here with the survivors."
The squad scattered, except for the one nearest to them which turned to face them......

Posted by: jack cloudy Feb 22 2007, 10:51 PM

The long-awaited showdown. I bet this is going to be an interesting match. Sure Revan and Rhys outnumber Marthyn, but wounding one of them will also hurt the other. That link has advantages and disadvantages.

I am sad about Xarkum's apparent death though. He seemed like a nice guy.

Posted by: Lord Revan Feb 23 2007, 03:56 AM

Chapter 18- Sorrow and Mourning

Marthyn sighed and shook his head, dissappointed at the foolishness of both Iso Naryyn. It cannot be avoided anymore...... He raised his arms to chest level, then both blurred as he slashed them downward.
Two beacons of golden light crackled from his gauntlets, two volatile energy blades of his own.

His opponents were momentarily surprised, but stood defiantly before him. The High Naryyn warrior pointed his right blade to Revan, daring him to make the first move. Show me whatever skills you have, they shall do you no good.

Revan didn't move first, neither did his female companion, both moved not a moment before the other. Splitting off left and right, both seemed to dissappear and reappear, though Marthyn believed it was simply an optical illusion.

Beyond the display of coordination there was something else...... it was at the edge of his reach, its slippery surface gliding around his perception like water. Not a single instant were both visible, when one winked out of existance the other would appear to take his attention.

This wasn't what I had in mind! It was complex and yet simple all at once, this was more of a display than actual strategy. It carried a sense of mystic and grace, accompanied by an unnerving threat to anyone unwilling to partake in this devine artistry.

With no choice, Marthyn began to mirror their tactic as best he could, keeping track of the positions of each when they came into view. Finally he caught a flash of a slender form and slashed at it with his energy blades.

On contact the blade discharged a small burst of disentegrating energy, ripping open the target. Marthyn didn't notice it until he heard the shards of ice shattering on the ground. Where the female had stood was a stump of one of the numerous ice pillars.
Mind tricks! He had been fooled by the display, he'd attacked one of the pillars thinking it was a foe. "Over here," an icy male voice called. He turned to see Revan standing three meters away, this one was not an illusion, Marthyn could feel his brother inside the armor.

"You wished to fight me alone." It was a statement, shaped from a question. "First tell me why you're here, and then we shall duel!"

Kartah.....

The comm-link crackled, "You both owe me one." The voice was male, playful and lighthearted. "So, Sergeant, can I get a promotion?"
Kartah scowled beneath her helmet, why did it have to be the 885th that had to rescue us? Officers like Kartah loathed workling with the '85th airborne legion; they were trigger-happy, lacked disipline, and rarely followed orders. In essence, they were an officer's worst nightmare to command.

"No, I can't get you promoted."
"Some shiny honorific?
A month's leave time?"

Kartah's scowl grew, "neither, you know that is against protoco-"
The trooper interupted, "not even a kick between the legs?"

That was the last straw, she turned away and began marching down the trail. "Sarge, the pick-up will be here in a few minutes, shouldn't we-"
"I'd rather walk than stand around listening to that idiot!" The soldier didn't reply, shifting his gaze tentatively to the heavily armored juggernaut before averting his gaze and rushing to catch up with his current CO.

As for the said mech pilot, he simply turned to look at the horizon, though he discreetly toggled one of his suit's sensors to track the sergeant as she descended. What a royal-helm, but she's not as bad as the others I've met..... Maybe I could find her while we're both off-duty
Grinning, he kept his eye on the tab that tracked Staff sergeant Kartah's current position in real-time. Something's got be bugging her..... It would certainly explain why she didn't reply to his last comment, shrugging he pondered what the possibilities could be.

Infinte Sojourn......

The fleet was halfway around the north-eastern tip of the continent, none of the ships were reporting difficulties with the submergence of their crafts. Arastus stood, brooding over his next move as the Sojourn continued its course at the head of the armada.

The veteran leader reached out to the rest of the fleet and called. "All frigates, prepare to return to the surface; two destroyers will accompany them, you are to make contact with the High Naryyn stragglers."

With their orders twelve frigates broke the surface, dissappearing as they left the sea behind. Followinbg their invisbile comrades the destroyers set course for a series of mountains that would shield them from the sensors of the rogue fleet.
All frigates approached the convoy shroaded from sight and detection technology. One Frigate slid downward, releasing its cowl to reveal itself to the troops below. It swung low and came to a halt before the head of the line.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Feb 23 2007, 11:17 PM

Looks like Revan doesn't remember Marthyn, that won't do well for holding back his rage. I see this duel is going to be quite interesting.

Posted by: Lord Revan Feb 28 2007, 01:19 AM

The High Naryyn had fallen for the diversion, but it was a trap without at trap, simply meant to judge the enemy. Revan stood impassively, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for the answers he wanted. "Rhys, this is my fight, don't interfere unless absolutely necessary."

"When will that be? When you're half-dead? I'll respect your wishes, but I'm not going to let you die for the sake of being honorable and fighting with one hand behind your back!" She snapped at him, he didn't reply.

The Naryyn Warrior opposite of him hesitated, then nodded. "I can understand why you don't know who I am or why I've come to kill you." The twin blades receded, and the warrior stood upright with an unmistakable bearing.

"Do you know your father's name?"
Revan was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected question. "Yes, his name was Markus; why do you ask?"

The man didn't answer his question, only nodding to Markus' name. "Yes, you are his son, but you are not fully Naryyn. You're a half-breed; the very act of bringing you into existance was a shameful act. It stands against everything the Order is based on......"

He paused letting the words sink in, or just searching for a way to continue. The Order, so this man is one of their agents, that's why he's here....
Revan listened with vague surprise to the rest of this agent's story, surprised there was more. "However the shame is not only on those who gave you life, but also to those from whom those two are descended!" Anger was wrapped around his every word...... anger and bitterness.

All the implications hit Revan like freezing water, those who are descended! My entire family was affected by my birth. Never in his long life had Revan considered having family, when he'd met his parents his view only incorporated them, but now...... now he realized he had a complete family!
His shell of calm disintegrated, Revan lost his confident stance. The realization was crushing, everything changed in this new light. It was too much to grasp in such a short time.

A powerful voice dominated his awareness; Revan looked up at the Naryyn man standing before him. "I apologize, Brother; our father's actions are not your fault. Still it is my mission to destroy you for everyone's good."
A meter-length blade crackled to life, projected by the man's arm. He raised the blade slowly, a look of complete remorse on his face. "I hope you shall find peace in the afterlife, Revan." Shining its glorious, golden glow, the blade was lifted to the perfectly blue sky.

And an intense wave of heat lifted him off the ice he'd been kneeling on seconds earlier...... Revan slammed into the ground, pain erupting from between his shoulder blades.

Rhys.......

Sitting atop one of the pillars, Rhys had watched the exchange between Revan and the High Naryyn. She had been about to act when a dull roar reached her ears. No sooner had she begun to turn did a huge flying shape zoom past her.

A wave of heat swept through the air, Rhys shuddered in sympathy to Revan’s sudden agony. Through the pain, she felt the presences of the honor guard raiders, the maliciousness, the clarity of purpose.
Gasping, Rhys forced herself to focus despite the discomfort that raked her mind. She saw three transports drop hordes of armored monsters. The creatures snarled and shrieked, as they marched forth, some even crawling along the walls of the cliffs.

Rhys became translucent, in seconds she was hardly discernable from any of her surroundings. Cautiously, she made her way through the garden of icy spires and glistening murderers.
Revan was lying facedown a good distance away from where the missile had landed. This close to him, she could “feel” the injuries he had, her body tingling where his was wounded.

The reptilian hisses reminded her of the ever approaching threat posed by the honor guard search party. Why is it that no one ever had the sense to give their race a real name rather than a title? She wondered to herself.
In his armor, Revan would likely be too much of a burden to haul away without being discovered. Even if he were conscious, Rhys could tell his injuries would slow them down, and even invisibility wouldn’t save them from whatever advanced sensors the enemy was packing. At least not for long........

She was woken from her suppositions by a cold metallic grip on her shoulder. "Don't speak; I imagine it will only take minutes for them to find us here, so we should get moving. At least if you wish to live, Sevra."
With painful sluggishness, Rhys turned to see the Naryyn who had nearly just killed Revan....... his so-called "brother".

Fixing him with a look of resolve, she firmly stated. "We're bringing Revan with us; I refuse to abandone him while he's still alive."
The brother gave her a skeptical look before relenting, "very well. If he is alive, then he will gain a more honorable one than freezing here, or being executed by these things."

Fortunately, the task of carrying him didn't fall on Rhys, leaving her capable of keeping an eye on the honor guards....... and Revan's brother. They progressed swiftly away from the enemy, the High Naryyn suits actually allowed them to move faster than they could normally, a concept utterly foreign to her.

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 4 2007, 06:20 AM

Brooding over the deteriorating situation, Xaries stood with his hand clapsed behind his back. He'd recieved word that the 885th hvy. assualt units had left the convoy without premission or even notifying superior officers.
For all their valuable talents, those juggernauts could afford to learn something about disipline. We can't wage a war if we don't know where our troops are at what time. He sighed, these recent events had taken a toll on his mind.

First Xarkum sacrifices his life and all of our artillery guns to destroy one rogue frigate, then the 885th go of on their own at our expense....... Xaries was too fatigued to feel appropriate sorrow, or even concentrate effectively.
He sat on one of the vacant seats and lost consciousness as soon as he bowed his head. After an unknown time, a hand shook him from his exhaustion-induced sleep. Groggily, he looked up at the senior officer.

"Sir, we have a new situation, it would be best if I show you." By this time Xaries realized he had fallen asleep. Darn it, I can't afford to do this in front of my troops, he thought angerly as he followed the officer to the rear of the troop bay.
He finally noticed the hatch was wide open and the crowd of troopers clustered outside the troop transport. Most held their helmets in their hands or under their shoulders; talking amongst themselves. As he rounded the rear of the transport, Xaries came to a sudden halt.

Sitting before the convoy was long, slender, pitch-black craft. Violet glowing sections were the only respites in the light-swallowing shadow that was the ship's hull. It hovered meters above the ground, not a single piece making contact.

Movement was only the slight bobbing in response to the bitter winds that blew snow against everything on this frozen lake. The craft looked about the equivelant of a frigate-class, though its weapons were not obvious due to the affect it had on the air around it.
Xaries slowly made his way toward the front of the group, not pausing until he bumped into a black-clad figure. The man turned to reveal himself as the other Dark Naryyn that had accompanied Revan and Rhys, Darhun.

Darhun opened his mouth to say something, but before he could utter a word the strange craft speared the ice below it with some of its crackling violet energy. The thin layer of snow lifted off the ground and began to swirl about the circumference of the ship.

A smear of shapes became visible in the crackling force field, they resolved into the forms of twelve Dark Naryyn and a collection of floating armor. The Naryyn scattered, taking up positions in a wide half circle around the armor pieces.
The pieces clung tight together, suspended a meter above the ice. They all shook as if gripped by a spasm, then an explosion of silver fire blasted them apart. Next the pieces came together again in a looser fashion, leaving an average distance of three centimeters between each other, the flames came back to form a vaguely transparent aura around the pieces.

Two pinpoints blossumed before the ornate headress that was its head, the creature was now recognizable to all gathered. It was a Dark Naryyn Ascendant, the spirit of a fallen Naryyn who had lived on at the expense of his physical body.
All the High Naryyn Ascendants came forward from their side in responce to their counterpart's appearance. The silver apparition studied the assortment of golden specters with what could be amusement; the High Ascendants did the same with curiostity and slight disdain.

No one breathed, the Ascendants were revered and valued as symbols of wisdom and knowledge; they were also very powerful though lacking the strength and prowess of their former selves, they were the embodiments of the hurso. They could kill many individuals in a single instant with but a minimal amount of mental energy, or rob the weak-minded of their sanity.
Both Xaries and Darhun made their way through the other Naryyn to get closer to the spectacle.....

Kartah.....

Stalking down the path that still showed the fresh scars of APCs and scouts that had recently traversed it, Staff Sergeant Kartah exuded extreme anger. But grief prevailed over the smothering rage, and she came to a stop, shoulders slumped.

Moments later the pilot stopped a safe distance behind her, for he could tell his CO was in a sensitive state of mind currently. Evac was on the way anyway; there was no need to hurry. His armor already pinned the incoming rescue party.
As he kicked the snow waiting, he cast a glance at the mesa, half expecting that same 885th guy to be diving out of the sky ready to fill them with ordinance. In his relatively short tour of duty, the pilot had certainly heard of the reputation of the'85th Aerial Devision.

The entire outfit used advanced suits of armor that were thicker, heavier, and stronger than anything less than a troop transport. Those things were walking tanks, no, that was an understatement, they were faster and more deadly than any tank.
As for the people inside those dreadnauts, well, they were universally known as brain cases. Trigger-happy, bombastic, you name it, the pilots tended to disregard most order unless they were from a high place in the command-structure.

That guy isn't quite as bad as the general rep, but I wouldn't want to be in front of him in the middle of a charge.......

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 10 2007, 04:59 AM

I heard you guys wanted to see the raptors again..... so This is a short post, but this is my spring break, so I should be able to post more later.
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The only breaks in the consuming silence were the distant howl of the wind, the subtle drone of his armor's servos aiding his movements, and the crunch of snow under his heavy footfalls. Marthyn strode alone, baring the burden of his brother, it seemed prudent to take his chance to end his quest and kill Revan in his defensless state, but he found the will to slay his brother ellusive at the moment.

The female had vanished several minutes ago, still Marthyn doubted she was far. The woman's devotion to Revan was absolute as it patterned her soul....... Shaking his head to clear his head, Marthyn continued on with haste.
His armor easily compensating for his burden as he ran, allowing Marthyn to travel faster than most humanoids without tire. I do not need these people's favor; no one could stop me if I killed Revan now...... The thought had no greater an effect on motivating him than it had five minutes ago......

It's an easy task, but is it the right course of action? This was more sensible in his opinion, for less sensible reasons....... When he is able, I'll kill Revan one on one, the honorable way. He nodded to himself, that felt right.

Rhys......

Shrouded in invisbility, she looked over the coastline carefully, searching for anything that might be a threat. Not much to see, even if I were running by the water's edge carelessly, nothing could see me unless they happened to be just fifteen feet away from me.....

Rhys closed her eyes, consoling herself in the fact that for now they were out of danger. Are we? She mused, the honor guards are not our only enemies. We have to remain wary of the threats of Nirm, not just those that are beyond it.
Suddenly she noticed a slight.... sensation, like a single note being played on an instrament. Focusing on it she realized it was a beacon, a psychic call.

The signal paused for several heartbeats in responce to her reply, then it resumed growing steadily every few moments. Finally, Rhys heard the sound of snorting and snarling, but it was different than the honor guard's, and familiar.
Several shapes resolved, squat, bipedal, birdlike forms with long snouted heads. Along with the black silhoutes in the white-out there were faint violet points of light. A single form detached from the others, coming nearer and nearer.

The creature swept its head side to side, three lights pulsed, and Rhys recognized the creature and that it was sniffing her out by her psionic signature, like a dog could sniff out a rabbit. Casting off her mantle of invisibility she, reached out her now visible hand to the approaching raptor.
The form striaghtened, then moved close and rubbed its head against her outstretched hand. The creature was the same raptor chiefton that had lead her and Revan through the underground tunnels of Dagoth Ur. He looked her over with the reptilian, slit-pupiled eyes of his and produced a low rumbvle from its throat, a sign of acceptance and recognition.

Rhys saw the same calculating, predatory intelligence in the chiefton that she'd seen from Dagoth Ur, but accompanied by a thoughtful touch of understanding that was never exibited by a full animal. "Greetings, mistress. It has been awhile?"

The male cocked his head quizzically. "I suppose not being a full animal is a compliment; do not apologize, at least not until it is about something that truly matters." Rhys was taken aback, still not used to conversing with something that did not restrain itself from redaing your thoughts; the chief had even known she had been forming an apology.

"I don't practice restraint because I have no reason to, I have no personal agendas like the masters aside from mantain my pack's survival. And you have no reason to hold me accountable if you can not guard your own private thoughts." Rhys simply answered the lecture with a nod, not having the stomach to speak with this creature at the moment.

The chief looked at her oddly for a couple of moments, before moving beside her. "We had best find your companions, the rest of the village is a short distance from here, we can meet up ith them later on....."

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Mar 10 2007, 03:31 PM

Yay! Raptors! Those things are cool, even with the freaky mind reading capabilities. Good work Revan!

Posted by: minque Mar 10 2007, 08:07 PM

Uhhhh......awesome! Good work Revie.....excellent!

Posted by: jack cloudy Mar 10 2007, 09:17 PM

I like the latest addition. The return of those little critters is nice and Marthyn's internal dialogue is nice as well. Continue, please.

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 11 2007, 05:22 AM

The rest of the pack joined them, and they progressed along the path. For the most part the bulk of the pack ignored her, moving around her and never interacting or making contact. Rhys felt their communal unity flowing about, connecting all the members.

The chief lead them further and further, the path was wide enough to equal a street in the Imperial City. Striding beside the chiefton was a raptor who possessed two antenae, it tended to hold its head slightly lower than the chief, as if in submission.
Both occasionally gave throaty chitters and intermitten rumbles to one another. Their vocalizations held no meaning to Rhys, or at least from her limited expertise in animalistic linguistics. She noticed that the pair would sometimes glance at her from the corner of their eye and then say something to the other.

Rhys could do nothing but bare their scrutiny and keep up with the pack.

Marthyn......

He came to a icy cavern enterance, the warrior paused, studying the opening critically. Nothing moved........ but Marthyn couldn't shake the feeling........ well just a bad feeling about it. Still, he resumed his march, doing his best to sense what was making him uneasy.

It wasn't until something inhuman shrieked and struck him hard on the back that he finally noticed. Dropping Revan and spinning to face his assailant, he found himself face to......what had been a face with a revolting colection of rotting flesh and mangled body parts.

In all his years, Marthyn had never seen anything like this before; it looked like something that died and came back to life after rotting in the ground for months. The bonewalker rolled its one remaining eye and made an inarticulate gaging noise.
Marthyn narrowed his eyes, whatever the hell this thing is; it's not going to strike me and live. The dead thing, waddled awkwardly toward the shiny armored figure that stood defiantly before it.

Before that thing had even made three clumsy steps, Marthyn had slamed his first through its chest. With a disgustingly graphic spectacle, his armored guantlet went through the zombie's chest. As if made only to blight the world, the undead swatted invain against his arm.
Shaking his head impatiently, Marthyn vaporized that abomination's ugly torso with an energy blast, gore and smelly yellow fluids splattered everywhere. I wish all our enemies were this pathetic...... but more clean than these wretched things The Naryyn thought sourly as he smashed a flailing hand under his boot.

Then he stumbled back two steps as something hit him in the middle of his breastplate. Now very agitated, Marthyn looked up to find even more shambling corpses...... accompanied by skeletal pieces that carried primitive weapons and shields.
A robed figure stood atop a rock, only its head was visible........ it was a half decomposed face, the thing's brains were flopping out the side of its cracked skull. It howled through a toothless mouth, one side of its manibles was hanging, ligaments gone.

In its bony hand it held a piece of wood that could have been a walking stick, but the wood glowed with recently discharged energy. Recalling he'd been hit, Marthyn inspected his breastplate, it was partially covered by a thin layer of ice.
So, you like shoot ice at people, do you? Marthyn raised his hand to aim at the lich, well, time to get a taste of your medicine! A glorious flash sprung from his guantlet, the blast blew the sorcerer apart.

Rhys......

Just shy of rounding the corner, the raptors froze, antenae held rigidly outward, feeling the environment. Rhys didn't wait for them, she activated her staff and charged into the scene. By the time she realized what was going on, she'd cleaved through three blurs that had their backs turned to her.
She stopped, and she took in the situation: twenth undead, fifteen zombies, five skeletons, one motionless form of a lich, and Marthyn with one energy blade activated.

So much for being out of danger, she thought sarcastically to herself as sheslashed a zombie into tiny pieces.

Posted by: jack cloudy Mar 11 2007, 09:19 PM

Hmm, normally I would worry about the strenght draining effect of the Bonewalker's magicka, yet with Marthyn's suit, I doubt it will be as effective as usual. And Rhys, she's simply untouchable. You can't hurt that which you can't even hit.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Mar 12 2007, 06:41 PM

Oh how I loath the strength drain spell!

Anyways, great update Revan. I was wondering when normal Morrowind fauna was going to appear once more....

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 14 2007, 03:12 AM

Everything that's old is making a comeback: old allies and old enemies.....
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The crisp air was now smothered with the unholy stench of decomposed flesh, and the inhuman shrieks of the undead minions. Rhys bisected a bonewalker as she forced her way to the center of the space before the necromancer's lair.

A single skelton stood to challenge her, it raised a rusted over mace above its head, and howled for her death. The common weakness of such creatures were their sluggish and clumsy movements. Rhys' energy blade cut through the steel weapon with ease, and she quickly slashed through the skeleton's groin as well.

To her relief, Revan appeared unharmed aside from his earlier injuries. "Marthyn, keep them busy for a little longer; I just have to revive Revan!" The warrior was holding his own quite well against the remaining spawn of necromancy, but all the same he had no time to aknowledge her.

Before starting, Rhys removed Revan's helm and placed it on his chest. Then, her hands glowing faintly, she focused on speeding up the healing process.

Marthyn......

The undead were a nuisance at best, but having fought for most of his life, Marthyn knew better than to let any foe get out of his sight for all but the shortest time. Bones shattered like sticks under his enhanced strength, and flesh burned by his blades' edges.
During a brief lull of ten second, he picked up a blade that was only a foot shorter than he was and decided to experiment with it. Though he was certain this weapon was meant to be weilded two-handed, Marthyn's guantlet took up all the blade's hilt.

Marthyn swung the claymore with blinding speed, and the unfortunate bonewalker that became his test-subject was cut neatly in half at the waist. The survivors, term used loosly, hesitated long enough for Marthyn to find another tool to end their suffering with.
The weapon had a large head that he could only assume was used to hit things with, which, in turn, was mounted on a long shaft for the wielder to hold. Grinning menacingly, Marthyn brought down the warhammer on a fearful skeleton.

As if on reflex, the skeleton went through the trouble of raising its shield....... pity really. The yellow-gold tower shield broke like brittle glass under the dwarven warhammer. Now defenseless, the skeleton quivered.......
Marthyn's armor whirred and propelled the one ton warrior ten feet high. When the hammer landed there was a snapping sound, but it wasn't just bones that broke. Bringing the weapon closer to inspect it, Marthyn realized he'd broken the head off the hammer, as for the shaft....... it was bent back to a 38 degree angle.

With a shrug, he tossed the useless metal stick away, then he looked back to check of Rhys' progress.

Rhys.....

In her limited use of restoration, Rhys was able to set all of the broken bones and get them all at least halfway mended. All the bleeding had been stopped, so now she had to get Revan back. Placing he hand on his cheek, Rhys reached over to his consciousness. "Revan......."

Revan.....

The world was an unending void, it was nothing...... not pain, not warm or cold...... Then a change occured, a sound, a voice calling him back to the real world. Steadily he felt a warmth caress his face and then the cold air coming down his throat.

Revan opened his eyes, then closed them against the glare of sunlight. He opened them more cautiously, and Rhys smiled back at him. The next sensation was a brief but intense lance of pain along his back and he winced.
Rhys muttered apologetically, "I'm afriad, I'm not the healer I used to be. You should be able to walk at least."
"Don't worry, you're better than nothing." He added, sincerly, "much better than nothing."

Her grin broadened but before she could reply, another voice called to them. Another familiar voice, "Did you just feel that?"
Revan looked past Rhys to see that disiple from the Order, my brother? The moments leading up to being injured ran through his mind again. No, not brother...... he's my step brother. Rhys turned back to him, and stopped him as he tried to get up.

"If you break those bones again then all my effort into setting them was worthless wouldn't it?" Rhys pulled him to his feet, and slung his arm around her shoulders.
"I asked 'did you two hear tha-'" Marthyn was cut off by a sudden blood-curdling shriek.

A large creature landed in between them and Marthyn, its body was covered by glasslike armor, it had an elongated head, three long, grasping, claws on its fingers, and four slited eyes that looked over all three Naryyn like a predator would look upon prey.
The monster lifted its large maw to the sky and loosed another terrifying shriek......

Posted by: jack cloudy Mar 14 2007, 09:37 PM

Eh, trouble. Hmm, that armour really is something, that it allows him to break Dwarven weapons like that.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Mar 14 2007, 09:48 PM

This looks like one of those creatures from the hanger or whatever have appeared again. Let's see how Marthyn handles this thing....

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 15 2007, 04:19 AM

On his display, Lt. Thane noticed the evac for the survivors had arrived. Nodding to himself, he turned and neared the edge of the escarpment with the intent of joining the vehicles, but stopped suddenly. He played back the noise, a faint screech; Thane ran it through the databanks for a match...... nothing.

Next he checked the origin of the call, northwest. He lingered for an unknown amount of time, then shrugged, his armor duplicating the motion. I have no standing orders against scoping this out, best to keep this off record though.

With his new personal initiative, Thane's suit vaulted into the air, arcing 10 meters before changing course. His thruster packs roared as they struggled against the gravitational pull of the planet. Then two tons of metal, Naryyn, and weaponry impacted the ice below.
The ice buckled under the sudden meteor strike; Thane looked over his suit's status. Nothing was knocked loose, the mortar was still ready for action, missile launcher intact, and the plasmathrower's fuel-line hadn't ruptured; all was in perfect working order.

Naturally he could run and save power, but where was the fun in that? The golden dreadnaught hunched forward slightly, the drive thrusters hissed as they warmed up. Snow was whipped up by the charging scram-jets.
Linked directly to the power cells, the main thruster pack blazed electric blue. Seconds ticked by, Thane waited two seconds longer than necessary before hitting the release. A heartbeat, then the 885th trooper exploded forward, leaving a swath of melted snow and boiling water in his wake.

Darhun......

The Ascendants stood, floated in some cases, inert, Darhun swallowed to relieve his dry throat. "Greetings, brother and sisters, I, Severin, liege subject of Lord Arastus, have come to offer aid to you.” In his short life, Darhun had not interacted with many of the ascended, but he knew that they spoke through gesture and telepathy.

This Severin's mental voice was comparable to crackling embers of a long burning hearth. The Darn Naryyn Ascendant raised his arms in a gesture of good-will to the Naryyn gathered. Xaries began to move past him, Darhun could tell he was anxious, but the leader resumed his air of authority to set an example.

"Wise vassal of Arastus, I am Xaries, commander of the High Naryyn Naval Forces. We are all that remains of the original force sent by the Council from which we are all sworn allegiance to." Xaries had cast aside the fatigue and stress of the past month, being strong for his subordinates.

"Xaries of the High Naryyn, my liege lord offers you and yours solace amongst our own. Lord Arastus also extends our aid in the struggle against the rogue fleet.” The soldiers around Darhun relaxed at the thought of aid.

"Inform your liege lord that we readily welcome your aid with open arms. There are possibly others scattered throughout the region who might be able and willing to fight as well." Now Severin relaxed, his pauldrons lowered, eyes dimmed a fraction.

The Ascendant bowed, "if there are others then they shall be sought out.” Severin turned his gaze skyward, and several more vessels appeared out of thin air like Revan and Rhys could. The ships scattered scouring the landscape for other survivors.

Rhys…..

Hissing menacingly, the monster made several bounding steps toward them. Revan slowed her down considerable, but leaving him was out of the question. Rhys looked around for something, anything that could give them an advantage, but she knew, deep down, that if the last time they’d faced one of these things was any reminder, there was nothing short of a powerful explosion could stop it for more than a few moments.

Suddenly the charging creature slammed to the ground, Marthyn standing behind it with his two hands clasped together in an improvised club. “Get going, I’ll catch up later!”

Revan was about to voice a protest when Rhys shoved both of them further away from the downed beast. “We can’t afford to die here; we’re still fighting a war, Revan!”
He stopped struggling, accepting the stakes being too high to proceed with this suicidal battle.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered.
Revan replied in the very same tone, “Yeah, I am too.”
Both vanished from sight.

Marthyn……

As the two Iso Naryyn fled, he turned his attention back to his opponent. The vargukei rose from its sprawl, making its characteristic hissing snarl of aggression. Marthyn stepped back, moving out of range of the giant insect’s claws.

It came to its full height, its eyes possessed intelligence, but no conscience behind it ferocity. Wings appeared from its back and buzzed a supersonic drone as they beat faster and faster.
Crouching low, it launched itself bodily skyward. Marthyn kept a watchful eye on the black shape, knowing vargukei swooped down to smash their prey from above. Inwardly, the warrior knew this was all pointless; his command of psychic and energy attacks was not at all effective against the beast’s reflective hide. On his own strength, perhaps he could triumph, but that would require grounding the vargukei…….. permanently.

Revan…….

Silence hung between them like a cloud, not because of ill feeling toward one another, but in a form of reverence to Marthyn’s sacrifice. He intended to kill me, but not for ill reasons. In other circumstances, it could be an unjust pursuit; honor was at stake, and it was his honor to reclaim........

“But you didn’t deserve to die either. You can’t choose the situation surrounding your birth.” Revan didn’t meet her gaze, but Rhys did not yield. “And Markus did not intend to create these conflicts.”

Now he looked her in the eye, and Rhys was quieted. “How can you possibly know what he ‘intended’?”
She snapped back at him, “I don’t but neither do you, so you have no right to call me the fool, Revan!”

They stopped walking, glaring furiously at one another. “Yes, I don’t know of his intent,” he said finally in a more civil tone. “And by now we should both realize intent matters little compared to the result.”

“Like right now?” she asked calmly.
“Like right now,” Revan answered with an amiable grin.

Posted by: jack cloudy Mar 15 2007, 09:27 PM

Go Marthyn, go Marthyn.

It looks like the alliance is about to be formed which is good. Marthyn is ready to ground the Vargukei and the required explosive is on its way. All in all, things don't look so bad now.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Mar 15 2007, 09:35 PM

Marthyn seems like a capable warrior. I'm sure he'll pull off the victory. Nice sense of tension going on here Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 16 2007, 04:04 AM

Time and time again the vargukei swooped down from above, Marthyn managed to evade its thrashing claws every time. However he had yet to get close to making progress, the monster was faster than any would give it credit because of its size.
It took too long for him to get ready for Marthyn to make an effective counter-strike. This has gone on long enough, forget being prepared there has to be a better way than trying to swat it out of the air.......

Marthyn caught a glimpse of the cavern the undead had ambushed them from minutes earlier. Minutes? It seems like hours, but that's not what is important! With a crude plan in mind, the Naryyn rushed as fast as his augmented speed and armor could carry him.

No sooner did Marthyn reached the cave did his plan come together....... the vargukei dive-bombed him from behind. Rolling to avoid crippling his armor, Marthyn spun and vaulted over the beast. As he regained his footing, the vargukei turned to face its prey.
Although one would believe it impossible the creature's four eyes widened as its mistake became understood. When it had knocked Marthyn into the cave it had thrown itself into confined quarters, without space it could no longer take flight. And now the Naryyn warrior stood between it and its advantage.

Roaring in rage it charged toward Marthyn, if the prey dodged then it would have its advantage again, but meeting its charge was hardly practical, at least in its experience.
Marthyn stood his ground, eyes closed, breathing steadily.
He called upon all his reserves of energy, bracing for the moment that would win or lose the battle.

As the vargukei came within striking distance with its rapier claws, Marthyn came out of his trance. He saw the vargukei and yet did not see it; the power running through him also blurred his senses.
In his time amongst Iso Naryyn disciples Marthyn had learned to further enhance his strength, speed, and endurance by converting his powers into a form readily useful to his body.

This training would either save him our kill him; it would serve its appointed task. Marthyn raised his right arm and struck the ice below his feet…….. The floor buckled and shattered, fragments burst above and away from the strike.
The vargukei collided with the ceiling, pinned by the slivers of ice that impaled its body; its decapitated head rested on the floor, frozen with a look of disbelief.

Marthyn collapsed, his life expended, even in the face of unimaginable weakness and exhaustion he grinned victoriously. Too bad I won’t live to enjoy regaining my honor........... but this is good enough.......
Everything faded, there was no weakness, no triumph, and no cold ice on his face, only blessed darkness of death…………

Thane………

After ten minutes of constant burn, he finally paused to allow the abused engines cool. Not that giving his thrusters a break meant he was taking one too; Thane could proceed quickly enough without them.

He made long, bounding steps over the snowy landscape, his eyes scanning along with his sensors, tech can miss things that your eyes can’t or something like that. It was even more true at this moment in time.
What I would do to get a link to those things’ combatnet...... He was certain some royalhelm had already thought about the possibility of hijacking the enemy’s command net.

Someone’s probably beating their helmet against a bulkhead right now because they can’t keep tabs on all of us. Naturally, Thane was where he wasn’t supposed to be, but since when had that ever stopped an 885th legionnaire? Absolutely never!

As the legionaire rounded the bend, and stopped dead. Thane blinked several times to insure he wasn't seeing things. "Oh boy......"
They were milling around the basin, thirty giant insect things. Each was almost as large as his armor made him, and that was big. "Well, who let the ugly-buggy beasties out?" Thane asked the air in a nervous voice.

Very few things put a dent in the spirit of a true member of the '85th airborne, but Thane had trouble swallowing his fear. Ok, no worries, just ease on back the way you came and those things won't even notice.
He took one step backward, then slipped on the now uncovered layer of ice that rested beneath the snow. Thane didn't have to hear their sceeches of outrage or see them leering at him to realize he'd been discovered. Anyone could have heard the ice breaking beneath his suit for three klicks.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! As the legionaire struggled to his feet, thirty vargukei took to the air, their beating wings creating an angry buzzing noise worse than anything readily imaginable.

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 20 2007, 03:27 AM

Discarding his surprise and fear, Thane braced for his first strike. His laser targeting system painted the ten closest attackers, each highlighted by a rotating crosshair and a single dot that indicated a firing solution.
The legionnaire’s finger hovered over the trigger, no, save the ammo for when they can’t miss. Even at a 100 meter distance there was little doubt the “crusher” slugs would find their target, but Thane didn’t want to settle for anything less than a perfect shot at the moment.

Thrusters 75% cooled, just have to settle for bursts, the distance closed rapidly as beating wing and advanced thrusters brought the opponents together. Thirty-five meters from the nearest insectoid, Thane catapulted at 56 kilometers per hour.
Synthesized metal alloy collided with organic glass carapace.

The collision nearly cancelled out the armor-clad warrior’s momentum, but both bodies were thrown fifteen meters forward from the point they met. Thane lay stunned in his suit; all he knew besides the haze was a flurry of bright lights and the whooshing noises as the other creatures passed overhead.

The titan groaned as it rose to its feet, its former foe lay beneath it, shattered and leaking ichor. The confusion cleared and the Naryyn pilot finally took notice of the warning lights that glowed evilly on his HUD.
A schematic of his armor sprung to life, most areas were tinted orange or yellow with minor damaged, but his lower left torso blinked red and white indicating a breach in hull integrity!

His suit complained as Thane attempted to straighten, the visual scanners in the cranial unit that acted as the armor’s “eyes” swiveled to study the lower torso. Two of the creature’s long rapier claws were imbedded in the motors that allowed for movement in the mid-lower regions.
Suddenly the image was swallowed up by two sets of claws, then the entire suit and Thane with it, toppled backward. Several of the insectoid attackers stood over their prey, ready to dissect the 885th soldier.

Rhys…….

After their brief exchange, the two Iso Naryyn cast aside the hostility of the minutes earlier. Her railgun sat slung over her shoulder, beside her energy staff. “We’ll definitely need to use that before we find safe haven.” Revan pointed out.

Nodding in agreement, Rhys replied. “Yes, melee combat would be healthy to avoid for the time being.” Frankly, out of all High Naryyn technology, the railgun was the only piece she couldn’t appreciate.
Back in the day, Rhys had avoided bows and thrown weapons and relied upon stealth to get within blade distance. Still, the railgun was a high-precision weapon that could easily strike at enemies farther than she could ever strike otherwise. It seemed foolhardy to not carry a ranged weapon in this current conflict.

Revan…….

His afflictions were less noticeable by now, but a jab of protest ran up his spine with every step. “Yeah, I’m near useless right now. Might be able to handle firing from a prone position but walking on my own without breaking my bones again is a doomed venture.”

Rhys gave him a warm amused look. “Well, at least I know you won’t go charging an orc and wasting my effort in reviving you.”
Revan resisted the impulse to shrug and simply stated. “Anyway, thanks for healing me, sevra.”

She cocked an eyebrow, “Isn’t that just minimizing?”
“Thank you, Ahtre’Mehrah,” he amended. Sevra was a non-exclusive term, by calling Rhys a ‘life companion’ Revan was affirming a higher relationship than comradery or friendship.

A series of shrieking calls emanated from the next bend of the trail. “Just when you thought we’d seen the last of them,” Rhys remarked wearily.
Revan sighed; both had hoped that they wouldn’t have to fight. “We’d better check this out; maybe save whoever is in trouble.”

“Sure, let’s risk everything to rescue at best the few people out here in the wilderness while we can’t even defend ourselves adequately.” She muttered sarcastically. Before he could press here, Rhys began moving them again. “Fine, maybe we’ll find the raptors again.”

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 24 2007, 03:21 AM

Upon topping the next rise, both Naryyn gave pause. At least twenty-five of those insect things were crowded around some fifteen meters from their hill.

Neither dared to speak, for fear of revealing themselves took precedence over curiosity. Rhys looked to Revan, “Should we sneak away and wait until they leave or-”
A sickening cracking sound cut her off, both turned to see on of the creatures lift high off the ground. The five hundred pound beast fell back, a metal slug the size of a scrib imbedded in the remains of its chest.

All the others jumped away, revealing the object of interest. The armor’s architecture matched that of High Naryyn manufacture. This specimen was five or six times as large as the typical trooper’s set.
It clawed at the snow around it, trying to gain leverage; its waist area had three spines jammed into it. Most of the creatures kept a respectful distance, but some pounced back onto the soldier, pinning it to the ground.

Suddenly the pile of metal and glass carapace disappeared in a burst of heat and flame. One of the three beasts fell backwards; its glass armor was melted all over, flesh beneath was charred.
Of the remaining, they joined the others evaluating the wounded, but clearly treacherous prey.

“What should we do?” Revan worked his jaw, contemplating. “Once we reveal ourselves those things will bring down Aetherius to get a hold of us.”

“We can’t just let them kill whoever is piloting that suit!” She countered, adopting a determined look.
For a few more moments he said nothing, then Revan relented. “Do you have something in mind?"

Revan......

After setting him down, Rhys unslung her railgun. The five foot long, the energy/projectile hybrid’s barrel and firing mechanism pulsed electric blue.
“You’re absolutely sure you can do this, Rhys?” Naturally, there wasn’t any reason to ask again; she was committed. Rather than reply, Rhys simply crouched beside him, shouldering the weapon and sighted through the holographic scope.

His bond partner became a fountain of certainty and calm; this would either work or would end with them inside the vargukei’s stomachs.

Revan relaxed, laying flat on the hill, and closed his eyes. He released several psychic pings, which would hopefully summon the raptors…… that was if they were nearby.

Rhys.......

The scope flashed as it was activated, and the hulking forms of her targets jumped forward. Her temples throbbed with each of Revan’s calls, it was hard to describe, not like when they spoke telepathically.
That required concentration, if only a small amount, this was a broadcast. There was the possibility that the vargukei would become aware of them because of the psychic signal.

“I bet even non-telepaths could get a headache from this after awhile......” Rhys allowed intuition to guide her, shifting the railgun thirty degrees to the right of the nearest bug.
A javelin of fire lanced from the muzzle, and the air around the target’s head ignited. Luck certainly was on her side, the armored terror stumbled; then its knees gave beneath it.

In response to the sneak attack all the creatures turned toward the incendiary rounds origin. Rhys fired a second time, her target’s elongated head tore apart in the ensuing explosion.
“You see now? Their armor protects them from exterior damage, but hit them between the mandibles and they’re helpless.” She proclaimed smugly.

Revan could only nod, redoubling his efforts to summon aid. Rhys managed to blow another one’s head off, but they were ducking their heads, no longer allowing for a headshot.

Thane.......

When suddenly all the giant insects turned to face some unseen foe, he blinked surprised at the much needed reprieve. Thane paused, touching his middle and index finger to his temples as the nerves thrummed in response to some force beyond his comprehension.

He ignored the strange sensation, his armor groaned and squealed in protest, but he managed to get a good look at the bugs’ backs.
His targeting system selected the retreating forms; Thane noticed the blue explosions that impeded the monsters’ progress. Looks like a sniper with a railgun, I’ve got to remember to thank them.

Furiously hitting the firing control, his shoulder-mounted “Slingshot” anti-armor projectile launcher fired a dozen slugs the length between his elbow and shoulder.
Thane grinned in a satisfied manner, as the dumb-fired projectiles devastated those beasts. Half of the vargukei lay dead or dying on the now crimson smeared snow.

Those that remained were exiting his field of fire; Thane fumed. If only I had shot that first one, then I'd be able to hit those things with my energy mortar! As much as he hated to admit it, his suit was useless now, just deadwieght.
"Really sorry to leave you our here like this." He muttered as he toggled the fusion core's safeties off. A small timer appeared on the every single holoscreen. 3:54......

Sighing, Thane keyed open the hatch and leaped out of the defunct armor. "Hey, come on you ugly-buggy monsters, I'm just an unarmed pilot; don't be shy!" He yelled emptying his sidearm's clip into the remaining beasts. Come on, you know you want to tear me apart......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Mar 24 2007, 03:40 AM

Thane oughta be careful. Those things can tear ya limb from limb! I have a feeling Rhys will clean the rest up though.

Good work Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Mar 28 2007, 03:14 AM

Sorry for the wait, but we're preping for TAKS Tests so we have to be careful not to get snowballed (very behind on schoolwork).
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The vargukei hesitated with a moment of indecision between the sniper and the loud man. It was long enough for Revan to act on his resources.
Priming an odd, cylinder-shaped explosive he’d plundered from the High Naryyn prison, Revan lobbed the tube at the center of the cluster.

There was a brief cracking sound, and the air filled with shrieks of protest. Those vargukei in the center flailed their limbs madly; they were partially encased in a shell of ice.
Rhys gave a nod of approval as her rifle’s ammo cartridge clicked and fell to the ground. The snow sizzled on contact with the smoldering disc. “Unfortunately, that was my last round.”

Suddenly both felt and heard the approach of the raptor pack. Their bodies blurred against the background as the rushed past. Oblivious to the Naryyn, they scattered and evaluated the larger creatures. Cautiously remaining out of range from those that were not bound by a frozen prison.

Some would leap near, bobbing their heads, then leap back before the lumbering behemoths could strike back. This continued for an unknown period of time, probably three minutes, until either Revan, Rhys, or Thane could grasp their strategy.
Slowly the raptors were herding the vargukei toward the downed battle armor. “Why are they going there?” Revan asked, knowing Rhys would not have an answer.

Thane……

It seemed that the other troopers were doing all they could to keep the vargukei’s attention. And they certainly have the firepower to do that.....
Suddenly a group of squat, bipedal predators appeared.

Thane raised his sidearm, but the hollow click! Reminded him he’d emptied his meager supply of ammo. Darn, I might actually die!
That was something, among their number the 885th held vast reserves of positive attitude. To admit the harsh reality was a rare occurrence except for new volunteers.

Then he realized the creatures were ignoring him, focusing completely on the large bug things. His mission clock chimed, and it dawned on him. I’m still standing beside a nuclear fusion drive that’s set to blow in a matter of seconds.....

Without a trace of grace, Thane ran, well, stumbled, trying hard to get out of the blast zone of his own trap. The grey, scaled form of one of the raptor creatures darted past him agilely.
Suddenly, he was lifted of his feet by an intense wave of heat and expanding gasses. The white snow and orange and red morning sky flashed past his eyes as he tumbled.

Finally after an eternity of blistering flames and dizzying spins, he met the embrace of melted snow, and darkness covered the white blanket.

Rhys....

What happened was a slur of light pressure and stress. First, the chieftain’s hissing voice rattled her mind. “Get down!”
Then, she and Revan had leapt to the side opposite of all the fighting. Something akin to a thunder clap at point-blank rang through the morning air, and then everything was blotted out by radiant red haze that washed over and through them.

A horrible but familiar stench accompanied the air as she took a deep breath. Rhys opened her eyes to find herself in the bedroom a shabby house.
Despite the many years she’d seen or sat in this messy room, these things were just as familiar and comfortable as the elegant, towering spires of the Marhun Kar village.

She threw open the door to the shack, the city of Bravil greeted her. Unbidden, a smile spread across her face. It was the same mud pit she'd left behind nearly a century ago. "Rhys," her heart skipped a beat.

Marching across the bridge was a young man, in his mid-thirties, wearing chainmail armor with the emblem of Bravil proadly displayed on it. The man approached her; they embraced. Tears filled her eyes, and Barrik wiped them away and kissed her paternally on her forehead.

"I've missed you so much, Rhys." He said, she could only nod in responce. Barrik's grin broadened, "Look at you, after all these years, you've one better than I ever could have."

"Yo- you're not real," Rhys replied hoarsely, eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Well, you're half-right." He answered; she could see his expression without looking. Barrik had dropped his grin, and ran his hand through his hair as was his habit. "I'm not a hilucination, but we are right here."

He indicated his point by resting his hand on her head. Rhys opened her eyes, willing to accept what he had to say. "I'm afraid our time together will be quite brief, so I'll summarize what I need to tell you."
They both sat down, legs dangling over the river that acted as Bravil's sewage system.

"On the day that we raided the ruins north of Bravil for bandits, I died. But for some reason, I couldn't enter Aetherius." Barrik began, "I became something of a specter, not a ghost that can harm people, but like a restless spirit. Eventually, I came to the attention of the Deadra, Mephala and Nocturnal."

"The Webspinner saw the reasons surrounding my death, and those who I had influenced during my life. Nocturnal knew more than she told me; anyway, the Deadra knew something was going to happen, something that involved you, Rhys."

The tears had faded, now she simply nodded, prompting for her adoptive father to continue. "Contrary to my original misgivings, neither Deadra asked anything of me, well, technically I'm just a pawn, but I don't look at it that way. They told me that you were involved with some otherwordly conflict that had to do with your........ actual race"

Rhys answered when Barrik went silent. "Yes, I looked like some Dunmer-Imperial half-breed, but the truth was far from it."
The specter nodded satisfied by her answer. "I was sent to you with the purpose of a final act of readying you for what is to come."

She asked, "What do you mean?"
He replied solemnly, "I can't explain it, but let my last words to you be worth something worth more than a monologue." Barrik took her hand, "Whatever those heathen gods have in store, I want you to survive and live out your life as you want to, not what some diety or monarch decides it should or shouldn't be."

They embraced one last time, "Thank you, Father."
Barrik whispered, "Remember, and live happily."

The sky lost color, the building lost texture, and finally the guardsman that had raised her dissappeared. "I won't forget, not a single moment." Rhys swore resolutely before even the white background evaporated.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Mar 28 2007, 03:32 AM

That was quite an interesting "vision". Hopefully we'll understand Barrik's somewhat cryptic message in the coming updates. And hopefully everyone survives that blast as well

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 7 2007, 08:18 PM

Chapter 18: Banding Together

Slowly, feeling returned to her limbs, feeling of fighting over the past few days pressed upon her tired body. How many times have Revan and I been knocked out, or nearly killed trying to survive?

Rhys opened her eyes, taking note of the Iso Naryyn architecture around her. The cavernous chamber appeared to be an infirmary of some kind; many “beds” like the one she was lying on now were spread about the room. Beside each was a meter tall pedestal, many had Iso Naryyn healers hovering over them, holograms hovered centimeters above the active pedestals.

Further observation was interrupted when a healer appeared by her pedestal, a holographic board appeared that showed her vitals and injuries. The healer finally looked up from the display and nodded warmly. “I don’t see any problems with getting back up; any weakness or nausea should pass quickly.”

Rhys realized that he had answered the first question everyone asked when they regained consciousness. She rose to a sitting position, “How long has it been since we were found?”
The healer looked thoughtfully for a moment. “Almost five and a half hours, the Marhun Kar were located by this frigate shortly after they found the site of the explosion.”

A thought entered her mind, “Frigate? This is a ship?”
“Yes, welcome to the Nomadic Defense a frigate under the cruiser Infinite Sojourn. We launched from Xarmanca forty years ago, and only days ago we located Nirm.”

Incredulously, Rhys asked, “You’ve been flying on this ship for forty years?”
The healer nodded, seeming amused at her surprise. “Correct, every member of the Defense’s crew has lived on this vessel for since its departure. That’s what happens when you volunteer for an expeditionary fleet and then some.”

Rhys was speechless at the idea of serving on one ship continuously for so long, yet the healer appeared content with the prospect. “Do you get paid to do his? What of your family?”

The healer was caught off guard; a look of surprise crossed his face. “Paid? There is no currency to get paid with! When one never has something, then they can’t lose it, we all serve for the good of our brethren, that is payment enough.”

He calmed down and continued, “My family lives on Clethair, like most of the fleet, I do not have a mate to wait for me at home. Those few that do are members of the same fleet, some on different ships, but in this fleet all the same.”


Afterwards the healer gave her a set of new robes, seeing as her old pair was destroyed in the explosion, and pointed Rhys in the direction of someone who’d wanted to speak with her.

Though she hoped it was Revan, Rhys knew that he was not in any better condition than she was. Still she was not as disappointed when she found Darhun wandering about. “Rhys, I’m overjoyed to see you reasonably unharmed!” He greeted her warmly.

Returning his warmth, Rhys replied. “Likewise, my friend, how did you end up here?”
Darhun’s grin broadened, “Clan is the most important thing to our people; I demanded that I be placed on the same ship as my friends and family.”

“The last few hours have been hectic, there have been engagements with the Rogue Fleet, more lands have been devastated by the fighting, and the Rogue Fleet left Vardenfell for Skyrim!”

Rhys blinked, Vardenfell was no longer a battlefield? “What happened?”
Darhun’s smile faded, he shifted his weight uneasily from foot to foot. “I think it would be better to show you; follow me.”

Satith.....

"Revert in two minutes," a metallic voice announced over SHIP-COM. Satith stood silently at the edge of his elevated platform. Everyone, marines, pilots, and even the naval personel were tense, no one knew if they would appear in friendly space or not.

If things went according to plan, then they would make immediate contact with the Dominance, and the combined fleet would movbe to retake the planet and deal with any heretics. 'The best laid plans,' as they say...

"Five..... four..... three.... two...... one!" Beyond the viewport space flashed brightly as the Armet and its entourage came into existance. The sphere of Nirm dominated their viewport, the green-blue world spun serenely despite the turmoil it caused.

"Dominance and Hunter detected, both in orbit of the red moon." Satith shook his head, ship-based artificial constructs were a rarity, normally reserved for installaitions and shipyards of incredible importance.

However, rank certainly had its advantages. The Armet had a single AI at its disposal, and that was something. Construct 853-702 was a "false" AI, only twenty existed, but all the other hundreds were "true" AIs.

"False" and "true" were misleading, at least in Satith's opinion. True AIs were extremely limited, portable and simple, but strictly programmed so they were incapable of accomplishing more then their estimated potential.
False AIs were less restricted, though not devoid of limits, their existance was a doomed one.
Construct 853-702 was directly integrated into the Armet's systems, meaning it could not be removed. The Patriarchs had always been concerned (to the point of near paranoia) of a non-restricted AI going rogue and becoming a threat to the absolute control over the lesser races.

Satith didn't see why it was such a problem, restricting an AI to a single vessel seemed enough to him, but limiting its potential to fulfill its purpose was almost foolhar-
"Admiral? We've hailed the Dominance and repair on both vessels are 89% complete. We are ready to retake the world."

The Construct's report tore him from his brooding, yet Satith nodded and moved to address The others personally.

Posted by: jack cloudy Apr 7 2007, 10:12 PM

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh. (Darth Vader Empire theme)

The Empire strikes back. Sorry, that's the feeling I got at the end of this update. Quite fascinating interior on that frigate. And the explanation of the AI's was nice as well.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 8 2007, 12:27 AM

Empire Strikes Back is rather appropriate, I'm also shooting for something like the counter-invasion of Harvest in Halo.

Well, Nirm won't come out of this unscarred..... Maybe a few broken limbs and some very nasty bruises.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 9 2007, 01:18 AM

In the troop bays of the High Naryyn cruiser Armet, five hundred and fifty marines stood in orderly rows, decked out in the latest powered battle armor. The room shone with the sky-blue lights of the suits’ power cells.

All were organized by squads, some carried repeaters, others carried railguns, and all sported assault rifles. Unlike the forces they were reinforcing, these soldiers were fresh, rested, and well-supplied.
Five squads detached and took their places on the elevator that would ferry them to the hanger, to their dropships for deployment. As they departed, another five gathered on the next elevator.

No speeches, not today, everyone just needed to follow orders for this theatre. Speeches were for after they won. The glory monologues, their favorite kind.

Norik…..

As the Hunter and Dominance formed up with the new fleet, the holoprojector winked to life. The miniature image resolved into Admiral Satith, at first Norik didn’t pay the admiral any attention.

He watched the cruisers, frigates, and carriers grow as they approached. The Armet lead the fleet, it dwarfed the other ships easily. Its shape was akin to an elongated teardrop. Two fin-shaped outcroppings ran along its lateral sides meeting only at its aft.

The smaller frigates flying around it gave the impression of a swarm of sharks trailing a leviathan. The carriers flew slightly behind, due to their more drastic propulsion-to-mass ratio.

“Envoy, focus on the task at hand not my fleet.” Norik fixed the older Naryyn with the look of menace that caused most officers to quake in their armored shells. The admiral seemed unimpressed with his theatrics.
“As we were discussing earlier, our main objective is to retake the planet; all other objectives are secondary to annihilating the Rogue Fleet.” Satith paused, “These directives came from the councilors themselves.”

Norik clenched a fist at the not so veiled condescension in Adm. Satith’s statement. The lead ships began their descent into Nirm’s atmosphere, their burnished gold hulls glowed as they descended.

Almost instantly a particle beam blasted through a frigate, the ailing vessel tore apart as the extreme pressures of reentry took its toll on its hull. Norik narrowed his eyes as the impact of the frigates crew pounded his brain.
Ankrus......

Satith’s fleet rained fire on the beam’s origins, the Dominance banked thirty degrees to give the enemy the benefit of a broadside. Beside the holopanel used exclusively to provide a tactical map for combat Ankrus stood hunched watching as the Armet’s AI fed data to the Dominance’s navigations and weapons stations.

Two more frigates, symbolized by tiny “x”s, disappeared as they too were blasted out of the sky. Ankrus privately mourned the deaths of his fellow soldiers, but he banished the sorrow.

The Rogues had the upper-hand because, due to standard protocol, every vessel lowered their shields for reentry to save energy. Now, they had to wait until they slowed down to reactivate them.
The Dominance synced with the AI’s targeting solution and fired in unison with the rest of the fleet. Particle beams converged on the supposed enemy position....... fire blossomed below as the Rogue ship paid for its treachery.

The fleet slowed, now inside the planet’s atmosphere. All warships reactivated their precious shields and scanned the local airspace. While his officers worked to find the rest of the Rogues, Ankrus was momentarily distracted by a large object.

As the Dominance swung past the monument he managed to get a better look at it. Its base was located in the middle of a circular city on a lake, from the half-sphere foundation it stretched to almost 300 or so feet high.
It appeared to be constructed completely of stone, and because it was made by a vastly primitive race, Ankrus found it impressive.

The lake around the island was releasing clouds of steam from the partially melted slag that lay immersed in it.

Satith......

The Armet and its attendant flock of carriers and frigates push northward from the city they’d passed on entry. Satith had ordered the Dominance and hunter to hold the city, which he suspected was the capital of this land.

Two flights of dropships departed their battle group and moved to rendezvous with the secondary battle group (Dominance and Hunter). Satith had made his decision partly because he wanted the “holy hand of the council” as far away from the fleet as possible with overstepping his bounds.
Another reason was because if that city was a capital then Satith wanted to make his wishes to stay out of his army’s way so they could do their jobs.

Imperial City.....

Dozens of flying machines landed in every district. All colored a lustrous gold not too different from dwemer architecture. Hatches open and squads of eight heavily armored things march out and form a phalanx of solid armor and weaponry outside their transports.

On Green Emperor Way, five such squads make their way into the Imperial Palace. The Royal Guards are promptly made to stand aside through brute force alone.
The Naryyn troopers keep their eyes on the natives, almost daring them to challenge their superiority. Behind the first wave more dropships land and deposit troops to form a perimeter around the palace entrances.

Among these troops, strides two distinguished individuals, one wears more decorative armor with a radiant red-gold sash lying on his pauldrons, paired with a matching garment draping from his waist to his knees.
The other wears thicker armor than his soldiers, it is a wonder they can move, let alone so fluidly in such heavy armor. This one is obviously the commander, the soldiers move with greater precision and efficiency as these two walk by.

Not a shot was fired, not a life was lost or taken, yet the city was theirs. They could hold it, if anyone challenged them it would be at the attacker’s own expense......

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Apr 9 2007, 04:05 AM

And so the invasion begins. Wonderfully described Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 9 2007, 05:33 AM

Thanks Mallet, I'm still debating how much colateral damage is going to be done to Tamriel. Vardenfell is pretty much razed (Seyda Neen is a bunch of rubble) and the war has moved to the mainland. This is also contemporary with the Oblivion Crisis (if only a few weeks after it's resolved).

Anyway, all I've decided on is that there will be hundred lots of rubble, craters, giants swaths left by crashing capital ships, and a few one-sided (likely) clashes between Naryyn, Honor Guard, and the native populace.

Lots of fun for you, MM

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 11 2007, 04:01 AM

They both strode through the winding corridors with haste. Rhys realized that the architecture was somewhat different to what she’d become accustomed to in her time with the Marhun Kar.
All surfaces were seamless, one couldn’t tell where one panel began or ended. The walls were deep lavender, the floor was a mix of many hues of blue that had a curious affect on one if he or she paused to inspect it.

The dim illumination was courtesy of the violet bands that were located wherever the floor met wall and wall met ceiling. The light was obvious, but it was also illusive at the same time, hard to describe.
It was as like the razor edge between pure light and pure darkness, the point of twilight. No shadows were cast yet there was still light. Finally, Rhys just stopped thinking about it.

Darhun said nothing, an oddity, though he was much like Revan, Darhun was silent in a different way. When Revan was silent he was usually deep in contemplation, or in private thought with himself but Darhun was less introverted.
He spoke his mind more often and to find him quiet, especially among people he knew well, was disconcerting. Darhun stopped beside another pedestal, he activated it swiftly with a practiced hand.

A three-dimensional representation of Nirm rotated in between them. As Rhys watched, Darhun tapped the miniature island of Vardenfell. The image blurred and the island replaced the sphere.
The southern coast faced Rhys, and her eyes widened as the changes in it hit her. Seyda Neen was a cluster of cracked stone and burning wood, in the remains of the paved street were all the villagers.

Many were half-eaten, mud crabs and cliff racers moved about the image picking apart pieces of meat from the dead citizens. Rhys finally turned her gaze to Vivec, to her further horror the great city was in ruins.
The many cantons were half-sunk, many lacked their tops. All sorts of debris and objects bobbed on the surface. Slaughterfish swarmed around the flooded cantons, bones littered the bottom of the lake.

More bodies littered the stairs leading to the Temple of Vivec, but some were those of fallen honor guards. Still, the sight of their fallen foes didn’t compare to the amount of priests and guards.

Impaled by pillars, displayed like trophies were the ordinators, two on every level, one on each side of the stair way. Flocks of cliff racers were perched nearby, pecking uselessly against their armor.
Rhys’ vision blurred as hot tears ran down her face, she’d talked with those people before, gotten to know them. To see them left to be picked apart by animals was devastating.

“They didn’t deserve this…..” She thought through the anguish. “Not a single one of them..... No one knew they were in danger, no one knew they would die....”
Rhys shut her eyes tightly, balling her hands into fists. “They weren’t even buried.” She whispered hoarsely, Rhys shuddered.

She’d felt the Honor Guard’s thoughts, they would not stop short of massacring everyone one Nirm. “But this....” This couldn’t be justified, nothing could justify the mass murder of an entire planet.
Subconsciously, she knew that Darhun was leading her somewhere, but she didn’t open her eyes. Her shuddering grew worse, it felt as though claws were tearing into her brain.

Naryyn were all tied, when one died everyone felt it. When ten die it feels like a bucket of ice cold water was splashed in your face. This was different, this was worse, like everyone who’d died was clawing, desperately trying not to fall into the void and all those grasping fingers were digging into you skull.

Xaries....

“Bring the probe closer,” He asked again. The fiery form of Severin stood on the opposite side of the tactical map display.
The Ascendant crossed his arms, and repeated. “If we move it closer it will certainly be detected.”

Xaries argued, “It’s already closer than anything I could ever have at my disposal, and we need to know what’s happening down there.”

Severin shook the ornate headpiece he had for a head. “You don’t understand commander, that probe is powered by the Hurso itself. You’re sensors may be unable to detect it, but once it gets close enough, the Ascendants and warriors will sense its presence.”

Xaries sighed, this was going nowhere, Norik had landed, he’d seen that. The High Naryyn commander wouldn’t put it past his zealous brother to treat the natives any better than the honor guards.
“What can we do? We’re almost blind, Norik has reinforcements, and the Honor Guards aren’t waiting for us to settle our differences.”

“Do?” Severin echoed, “Isn’t it obvious?” Xaries arched an eyebrow and shook his head. The Ascendant gave a sigh, clutching his “forehead” wearily. “We infiltrate their ranks and broker a truce.”

Xaries appeared unimpressed, “Do you truly believe it will be that simple?”
Severin dimmed his eyes and shook his head, “Of course not. But it is or only viable option, not to mention it is or specialty.”

“How will your troops succeed where your probe failed?” Severin’s armor pieces shuddered in unison and his crackling voice thrummed through Xaries’ mind, not too unlike laughter.
“How did that youngling evade all your soldiers in Valenwood?” Xaries was momentarily caught of guard, in the recent events he’d forgotten about Revan. Before he could reply the portal entrance to the bridge buzzed and a female Iso Naryyn strode through.

Unlike her kin, who wore clothing of infinite blackness, she wore an outfit made from many crisscrossing garments of black and silver. Another distinguishing factor was her vivid raven hair, from the women Xaries had seen it was customary for female hair to be bound into a knot or series of knots, which she wore unbound and flowed to her waist.

This woman exuded charisma and experience, and involuntarily, Xaries stepped out of her way as she approached. Like Rhys, the woman wore a sash to obscure the lower half of her face.

Xaries averted his gaze, the power of her eyes alone was disconcerting. The sudden confusion was replaced by the cool urgency of the situation. The High Naryyn watched as Severin and the woman bowed to one another.

“Greetings Matriarch, unfortunately we have been unable to contact the rest of the Matriarchy, but Lord Arastus has been awaiting contact with you.” The Ascendant greeted her formally, no reverently.

So this is the leader of the Marhun Kar.... Xaries felt a moment of irony, after serving beneath the Patriarchs all his life it was still odd to find a female in absolute command of thousands.

The real-time images from the recon probe were replaced by a life sized hologram of a middle-aged Iso Naryyn in what Xaries could only guess was sapphire armor.
“Matriarch, it is a relief to have located you and your charges. As you already know, we are discussing our next plan of action.” The warrior -Arastus- said.

“The Marhun Kar are grateful for your arrival, and will gladly stand beside you and yours in this conflict.” She replied sincerely. Xaries contemplated how empathetic the Matriarch seemed compared to the brooding councilmen that lead his people.

As if catching his thoughts, the Matriarch turned to him at that moment. “Tell me, Commander, what is your standpoint in this matter?” Xaries felt cornered in an odd way, she was simply asking for his opinion, but she made him feel tense like the council could, but worse.

Xaries did what he felt was best, he told the absolute truth. “The envoy from the council that is among the forces held up in the capital is my brother, ma’am.” He spoke in a frank tone, “However, he is not the same person I called my brother fifty years ago. That man believed in his own way, but now he is a zealot of the council. I hope that if there ever is a later after this, he may finally become what he once was, but right now I do not hold to the same tenets that he does; my troops and I will fight alongside your kin!”

The Matriarch remained silent, studying him intently as if seeing the basic pieces that made the man he was. Then she nodded, but there was something else there, more than mere validation of trust......

Norik.....

The guards had given up blocking their passage and formed a defensive semi-circle around a being that looked disturbingly like High Naryyn. Well, how ironic, this planet has not one but two races that look almost identical to us.

Six armored troopers held their weapons at the ready. The golden-skinned being stepped forward and made what Norik could assume were demands. As was standard protocol when interacting with lesser races that did not speak Naryyn, Norik accessed the alien’s mind.

It was long ago noted by the ancient ones that all sentient races thought in the same “language” and thus they were able to communicate with any intelligent life they came into contact with.

Focusing on the being’s thoughts, Norik replied. “We High Naryyn have no interest in conquering your planet, we are here because our foes are here. Should your subjects cooperate, our time here shall be short.”

Norik narrowed his eyes, “However if you or your lesser get in our way then there will be dire consequences for treachery!” Before the alien could reply, all the Naryyn, troopers, their commander, and envoy marched out back into the city.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 15 2007, 08:48 PM

Norik.....

The guards had given up blocking their passage and formed a defensive semi-circle around a being that looked disturbingly like High Naryyn. Well, how ironic, this planet has not one but two races that look almost identical to us.

Six armored troopers held their weapons at the ready. The golden-skinned being stepped forward and made what Norik could assume were demands. As was standard protocol when interacting with lesser races that did not speak Naryyn, Norik accessed the alien’s mind.

It was long ago noted by the ancient ones that all sentient races thought in the same “language” and thus they were able to communicate with any intelligent life they came into contact with.

Focusing on the being’s thoughts, Norik replied. “We High Naryyn have no interest in conquering your planet, we are here because our foes are here. Should your subjects cooperate, our time here shall be short.”

Norik narrowed his eyes, “However if you or your lesser get in our way then there will be dire consequences for treachery!” Before the alien could reply, all the Naryyn, troopers, their commander, and envoy marched out back into the city.


As their commanders passed all troopers moved to follow. Around the coasts of the lake more dropships landed, depositing soldiers to capture the many ruins that dotted the region.
As the parade of brightly clad beings strode through Talos Plaza many natives gathered to watch fearfully. They generally received a faceless stare or the twitching of a firearm.
No one dared to stand within five feet of the individuals.

Norik looked over the civilians, all were humanoid, but some had scaly skin or furry hides. Curious, normally worlds only allow for one form of species to evolve effectively, not every evolutionary path.
Looking to Ankrus, Norik noticed the officer was gone! Pausing to look around the area, Norik spotted his senior officer conversing in the weird native tongue with one of the spectators.
Norik was about to interrupt the dialog when, thinking better of it, he ordered half of the thirty-plus guards to stay with Ankrus. Taking the others with him, Norik continued along the bridge.
The Dominance and Hunter hovered to the right, fifty feet above the shoreline beneath them. Transports cycled between the ground and the two cruisers’ hanger bays.
Two battalions stood spaced evenly in perfect arrangements, weapons pointed to the sky. Fifteen Swift interceptors swooped down in a flying wing formation from the grey sheet of oppressive clouds.
With a thundering sonic boom, the squadron whooshed out of sight, searching for enemy threats and generally furthering the awe of the natives. Three man fire teams patrolled the roadways, gazing warily at any of the indigenous folk they passed.
Despite the ease of their arrival Norik felt strangely unsatisfied with the situation. Some foreboding feeling just nagged at him that ruined the triumph of the moment.....

Arastus.....

Privately he thanked the Ancient Ones for deigning to guide his forces to allies. High Naryyn, in the flesh, he doesn’t seem particularly haughty or aloof.... Of course having not made contact in eons, it’s natural not to have an accurate portrayal of our brethren.
Arastus was also very pleased to have found the Matriarch of the lost (formerly, anyway) Marhun Kar. Had time been more permitting, he would have spent time discussing what had transpired before now, but time wasn’t a plentiful resource.

“The exultation of our meeting can only be ruined by the circumstances of our present plight.” He spoke to his fellow leaders and Severin. “From what we have seen, the Athryst are set on murdering all life around us including ourselves.”

Xaries and the Matriarch both appeared surprised, the former more so than the latter. “You know of these creatures?” The High Naryyn said, confused.

Severin inclined his head, regarding the commander beside him. “We only have heard from another, Lord Vhas’ description of the raided lands is identical to the remains of the Dunmeri city of Vivec. Fallen opponents held for display on their own weapons.”
Xaries was stunned into silence, but his bitter thoughts were so powerful they were obvious. All those centuries of “servitude”, the councilors were blind to have trusted such foul creatures with so much of our strengths and weaknesses.

Finally, the silence ended, and all parties began discussing possible moves against the Rogue Fleet, and although to a lesser extent, how to broker a truce with the newly arrived High Naryyn armada.
After about three hours of debate, Severin called for another meeting of this purpose tomorrow. After Arastus agreed the remaining leaders conceded, although Arastus was the military leader of his fleet, his Ascendant advisor was very much the decision maker due to his great experience.

Xaries....

As the hologram of Lord Arastus vanished, Severin dismissed them. He and the Matriarch made their way wordlessly through countless hallways, until finally both paused at the sudden chorus of reptilian hissing and clicking claws on metal.
Perhaps against his better judgment, he approached the corner. As he neared the noise quieted to an eerie silence. Xaries continued until he could peer around the turn.....

He came face to snout with a large reptilian predator. The raptor opened its maw, lowering its head and hissing at him. The single purple antenna on its head brightened and stretched to its full length.
Xaries glanced past it any saw the entire room was filled with such creatures. All were staring at him. Unbidden, the commander backed away, the nearest animal maintained the same distance as before, and some of the others were also striding forward.

As the creatures herded him back the way he’d come, they paused. Xaries realized that the Matriarch was beside him, the creatures were ignoring him now. Xaries “heard” muffled sentences and unintelligible chatter.
Finally, the raptors backed down, turning back to their chamber. The Matriarch instructed, “It would be best for you and your troops to avoid this area. They mean no harm, but neither do they accept strangers into their territory.”

“You mean you can understand them?” He asked, finding the concept of understanding such creatures alien.
The Matriarch arched an eyebrow, thoroughly amused. “Such are my clan’s blessings, and do not speak of them like common animals; lest you wish become ill-favored in their graces.”

“I must go, time is short.” She said, dismissing herself. Xaries watched her go. So, there is more diversity amongst us than appearance or allegiance.....

Kartah.....

This isn’t what I had in mind. She thought for the hundredth time since being picked up by the Iso Naryyn frigate. The break, there was no problem she had with that, but the Iso Naryyn were just so..... different.
In the few hours since the contact between them, the two groups didn’t mesh in the way Kartah would have preferred. Both groups maintained a three meter buffer zone whenever possible.

To make matters worse, for the sergeant in particular, it turned out she was the ranking officer of a unit of twenty-three. Kartah knew that the problems wouldn’t end until there was an intervention.
There wasn’t any hostility whatsoever, the problem that neither side tried to bridge the gap. Every so often Kartah would turn to see an Iso Naryyn watching her and an irritating sensation would occasionally assail her head.

Sergeant Kartah had no idea how to approach this problem, she had a hunch that her opposites were used to an ease to communicating and socializing with newcomers, but they hadn’t worked up the motivation to shake their hands yet.

Her subordinates remained in groups at all times, wary of the Iso Naryyn. The standoff was driving Kartah to the edge of her senses. As the CO of her troops she had to be the authority, but she also had to be the one who took responsibility for their well-being.
Unfortunately, these Naryyn weren’t the Marhun Kar, or Revan and Rhys, they seemed to keep their distance, melting away if anyone grew too near. This is like trying to grab solid wax with a plasmathrower blazing on each hand!

The sergeant found herself storming down the corridors, trying in vain to locate the bridge and end this. She found no instructions or diagrams of the ship or any help on part of the being who build and controlled this accursed ship.
Suddenly, Kartah reeled as another –as she would learn later- telepathic massage raked her brain.

Moments later the sergeant was thrown off her feet and slammed into the armored wall.....

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Apr 15 2007, 09:28 PM

You definitely depict the uneasiness between the new alliances very well. Hopefully they begin to sort things out between their differences.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 18 2007, 02:53 AM

Here's an update to sate everyone's hunger until Friday.
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The Sergeant stumbled down the hallway, the shield door slid open and the hanger bay was revealed. Great, I will never find the bridge at this rate! That wasn’t the important thing though, nothing had hit her when she’d been thrown into the wall, aside from the wall.

That meant evasive maneuvers and..... The sun of Nirm was suddenly eclipsed and the familiar burnished gold of synthesized metal appeared. Three dropships flew through the energy shields that kept the bay pressurized.

Kartah stepped back, her immediate guess was that the honor guards had somehow detected the stealth ship and were preparing to board. However the armored figures that came out of the transports were thankfully not twelve foot tall homicides brandishing huge staffs.

Three squads of marines moved fluidly into a perimeter defense maneuver. Against her better judgment, Kartah let the relief of seeing allies that she holstered her rifle and removed her helmet.....
The nearest marine tackled her, and both collided with another wall. Kartah was stunned, partly due to the shock of being knocked down by someone with times five increased strength, but mostly due to being attacked by a friendly.

The marine kept her pinned, normally she could have worked her way out, but the soldier had appropriate leverage. The others formed a “slaughter crescent” an offensive semi-circle where the target was surrounded on a full 180 degree angle.
An individual without a helmet, wearing an orange sash across his shoulders and chest, pushed his way through the formation. The sergeant bristled, only veterans with their psionic abilities bore sashes of rank.

“What the hell is going on?” She growled, the marine wasn’t being treating her gently. The same uncomfortable sensation of mind-to-mind exchange grated her senses; actually it was worse than before, this felt like claws being scrapped across glass.

The psych spoke calmly, as if he didn’t have a bunch of marines pointing rifles at her head right now. “Sergeant, you have been found on a heretic vessel, and your memories of the past few days will be used as evidence at your court-martial.”

Kartah stopped struggling, and then snarled. “My mind is my own, get out!” She fought vainly against the marine, gaining a little space but then being slammed against the bulkhead hard enough to make her bones vibrate from the impact.

The veteran raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with her struggles. “Heretic sympathizers have no rights, Sergeant Kartah, as such you are to be summarily executed.”
He turned to the officer beside him, “Do it.” The marine moved back and the psych waved his gauntlet over Kartah’s breast plate. Kartah suddenly felt like she was bearing this entire ship on her shoulders, and she fell backwards to lie against the bulkhead.

She struggled to rise, but the truth was clear, that psych had disabled her armor and now it was a half ton of dead weight. The marines tightened up the crescent, their assault rifles clicked as the safeties went off.
Cold sweat rolled down her face, it wasn’t just fear, but the temperature control in her armor was also off-line. No.....

The psych moved back, turning to check on the other two squads, the troopers shouldered their rifles. ....This can’t be.....
Every soldier took his/her time aligning their aim, each one a faceless executioner. Kartah gasped for air, fear engulfing her conscience. ......how it ends.....

Suddenly the psych straightened, spinning around as if unable to find something that he knew was around. And every single marine stiffened...... then collapsed under the weight of their own armor.
As if containing something unholy within their depths, the darkened room’s shadows rippled around Kartah. Then Iso Naryyn slowly emerged from the shadows like they were rising from water.

All around the hanger bay troopers fell to the floor as their suits were disabled. The High Naryyn veteran reeled as he realized what was happening, the Iso Naryyn had been there all along, hidden. They were watching how he had deactivated Kartah’s armor so they could do the same with the invaders.

The shield door Kartah had passed through minutes ago opened and her men charged through weapons raised but not firing. A corporal helped Kartah out of her inert armor.
The sergeant thanked him and scooped up her assault rifle, noting how much heavier it felt without enhanced strength. Kartah turned to fix the psychic with a glare, her rifle aimed downward but the notion of blowing the man’s head off wasn’t unappealing.

Kartah glanced to her company, “collect the others, keep an eye on them.”
As her soldiers filed out, a private joked. “Don’t worry ma’am, we’ll use them for target practice if they get too rowdy!”

The sergeant grinned slightly; then she returned his attention to the veteran. “Sergeant, I hope that you don’t intend to do anything unwise with him.” One of the Iso Naryyn cautioned her.

Despite the council, Kartah’s grip on her rifle tightened, and her brain became detached from her body. No matter how much hard she envisioned blowing the psych’s brains out, her rifle couldn’t rise to tale aim.

The psych was silent, watching her with cold eyes that embodied neither malice, nor concern for another being’s suffering. Kartah doubted this man even cared what she did to him, whether it be torture or the same execution he’d nearly done to her.

She stepped closer until her face was only an inch away from his. “I am not a cold-blooded murderer like you,” She whispered. “I can’t order people to be killed just because of what they believe or what I suspect they believe. And these people are not heretics or vermin!”

Kartah slapped the psych as hard as she could, she wanted to do so much more to him, but the sergeant couldn’t do it, not without becoming something that she wasn’t.
With all the dignity she could muster, Kartah turned and walked away as the psych raised a hand to gently touch where she’d slapped him.

Her company was helping the boarders out of their armor, they took care to relieve them of their ammo though. After walking a distance along the pathways of the hanger, Kartha gasped and collapsed, shuddering.
The psychological shock of being mentally violated like she had been finally hit her full-force. As she curled into a fetal position and broke down she was thankful that there was no one close by that could she her like this.

Kartah's skull felt like the metal in it was smoldering hot. Her psionic inhibitors recoiled in response to the recent dose of telepathic exposure. She cradled her head his her hands as the side effects of nueral restriction peaked out.
Finally the pain stopped and her skull throbbed slightly, Kartah was covered in a film of sweat and her body felt worse than it ever had before. Her racing heart slowed down enough for her to catch her breath, and every cell in her body began to stablize.

Posted by: jack cloudy Apr 18 2007, 05:53 PM

And another revelation. So now the High Narynn have their brains piled up with metal? Cool!
(Well, cool until someone takes it a bit too far and turns everyone into Borg. I'm kinda tired of those guys as baddies in Star Trek.)

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 18 2007, 10:53 PM

Yeah, it keeps them from using their powers, but has some nasty side-effects. Think of Kartah's position as someone being exposed to an addixtive substance and then going into withdrawl. That's what happens when one is exposed to psychic energy when they're an inhibitor.

By the way to clarify any confusion on the terms for psychics here's a list:

Psionists
Psychs
Psychokinetics (proper term for telekinetics)
Psionics

Just remember the prefix "psy" or "psi" are all similar. Yeah, I find myself musing about the plotlines for Part III and IV..... getting a little ahead of myself. I have trouble resisting the urge to give plot spoilers...... must resist!

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Apr 19 2007, 01:50 AM

Interesting altercation between Kartah and these High Naryyn. Glad to see she survived.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 20 2007, 01:07 AM

Kartah’s vision slowly returned; an Iso Naryyn woman stood before her. Her sleeveless robes were the finest silver. The woman stood silently, evaluating Kartah as though she were an item of tangible value.

Kartah stared back at the woman; her unbound hair was that same color as her clothing, though with a hint of viridian. Her crimson eyes had an all-knowing look to them, like they could see things that others were blind to.
However, the woman’s eyes looked upon her dispassionately like she believed Kartah was worth little yet still something.

“Your time has yet to come, but when it does, our fates will be intertwined.” The woman spoke as if giving a sermon. “Your life and many more are pivotal in the new covenant, as well as the struggle that must herald its coming.”

An odd smile spread across the prophet-woman’s lips as she bent down to whisper in Kartah’s ear. “Your existance will ensure the survival of the few that gather together. Despite your common upbringing, you are entitled to a rare fate, Kartah of the High Naryyn.”

Before Kartah could begin to form a reply, the woman disappeared, gone like a wraith with the wind. The sergeant stood shakily, still shaken by the event of her implants stabilizing.
“Who are you?” She whispered to empty air, and no answering voice came.

Picked up her assault rifle, Kartah marched back to where her XO and three Iso Naryyn were discussing the recent turn of events. “Ma’am,” The corporal nodded to her as she approached.

No one was worried about saluting or standing at attention at the moment. Besides, that could cause an enemy crosshair to find itself on a superior’s head in a nanosecond.

Kartah returned the nod, “report.”
Her XO shook his head, “According to these guys.” He pointed at the Iso Naryyn standing beside them. “The ship that had those dropships got lucky and caught them with their pants down.”

Their dark-skinned counterparts seemed puzzled at the corporal’s colorful terminology. Kartah asked, “What is the status of that ship?” Everyone stumbled as the frigate banked and rapidly descended.

“Apparently; hunting us. I don’t know why it had to be a destroyer, but they’ve got more firepower than this ship and its fighter contingents.” The second in command muttered as he pulled himself to his feet.

“Do we have anyway to get in the destroyer?” The Master Gunnery Sergeant asked.
“Nothing that we could pilot..... unless you’re willing to take the passenger seat.” Kartah looked at the Iso Naryyn. Sure they were annoying to the point of madness due to their elusiveness, but I think I can place the lives of my men in the hands of these people.

“Alright, uh....” Kartah realized she had no official way to label the Iso Naryyn besides “heretics.” She shook her head, telling herself that complete accuracy didn’t matter. “Captain, we need to take out that ship, or at least nuetralize the threat it poses.”

The Naryyn she’d referred to as captain raised an eyebrow but didn’t bring up the obvious confusion she’d stirred up. “So what do you plan to do Sergeant?”

Kartah couldn’t help but smile slightly, “We are going to board them this time......”

Rhys.....

After an hour, Rhys didn’t know what had taken place leading up to when Darhun brought her with him to meet up with his family. She found herself sipping a cup of lashquire- a tasty concoction that had a rejuvenating quality to it.

Darhun was sitting beside his wife. Iso Naryyn had an intricate take on relationships. In plain terms, matrimony as Rhys had grown up knowing it was not a matter of oaths (which were often broken anyway).

Both Darhun and Sylien told her that courtship often lasted longer than a year. In this way unhappy relationships were less common. Ahtre’Mehrah were bound strictly, both had to take their oaths very seriously.
However, as she and Revan were both brought up amongst races that lived shorter lives, such bonding seemed impractical. Rhys could see that it was real though; Sylien and Darhun were a perfect example.

One of Darhun’s sons, Rayth, sat by the wall eating a loaf of bread marinated with a spicy seasoning. Darhun’s other son, Wayn, was wandering about the ship.
Rhys was still somewhat surprised that Darhun, who looked only a couple years older than Revan, had children at Rhys’ age. Finally, Rhys got up and opened the shield door.

Though the initial shock of the Honor Guard’s brutality was no longer plaguing her thoughts, Rhys still felt sick inside. Revan has to be nearby, and company will do both of us some good.

She closed her eyes and followed the faint pull courtesy of her bond with Revan.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 29 2007, 04:06 AM

Revan opened his eyes, and beheld the same murky gray that often illustrated the sky in his dreams. Still the knowledge that this was not total reality did not dishearten him from finding out what was going on.

He got up and glanced around the surrounding area. The ground was littered with the bones of the deceased; some had a shape familiar to him while others were completely alien.
As the wind blew past his face, Revan realized that his helmet was missing. Looking down he was relieved to find that the rest of his armor was still on him.

Picking his way through the clutter of bones, spines, and other obstacles, Revan turned to find himself staring down at a beautiful landscape of crystalline spires and the enthralling presence of psychic energy in unimaginable quantity and quality.

He closed his eyes and let the shear majesty of the crystals wash over him. Revan’s temples throbbed in response to the immense source of power around him.
His eyes still shut, Revan moved through the forest of spires, guided by the psychic resonance of the crystals alone. The crystals’ psionic patterns melded together, creating something akin to wading a vast sea of life force.

On some unknown cue, his eyes flashed open, and before him, between two spires, floated a suit of armor. Revan studied the armor closely; it had a metal tint as stark as the sky above him.
Electric-blue veins of energy pathways ran from the backpack to the different limbs, not too unlike those of the High Naryyn armor. The helmet was streamlined, with a clear visor shaped like the one on his own.

Circling around to see its back, Revan noted two curious, vaguely fin-like structures that sprouted from each side of the armor’s backpack, below each shoulder.
The twin structures were about a meter and a half in length. The ends pulsed weakly as psionic energy discharged from them at eight second intervals.

Continuing his circle until he reached his former position at the front of the armor, Revan whispered reverently. “What is this? Who made it?” A faint whisper that could have been the wind reached his ears.
Revan spun, but found no one behind him, then a woman strode out from behind one of the many crystalline stalagmites.

She walked with a grace he’d found rare, even in Rhys. For the oddest reason Revan couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew this person. The woman studied him with her red eyes.

“Revan, yes, you are known to me.” She spoke fluidly, “I know your past, your present..... and your future.” The Iso Naryyn sage paced back and forth in front of him, never taking her eyes off him. The feeling of familiarity intensified.

“Here you must make a choice, and that choice shall affect all your kin.” She paused, and Revan scrutinized her, trying to recognize her. “..... The choice between life……. and death!”

Before Revan could fully comprehend her words, the numerous crystals flashed a brilliant light so pure that it was colorless. A shrill, shrieking ripped at his consciousness.
He sank to his knees, gripping his head in his hands. Suddenly the tone and light dissipated. Revan looked around, all the pillars had disintegrated. And replacing the woman was a creature of gleaming white/silver armor.

It was bipedal, taller than Revan, with broad shoulders and double-jointed legs. The being’s face was bleak, just a smooth surface. It had long, grasping fingers and a thick build.
The –whatever it was- took a step forward, raising an arm so it pointed directly at Revan. Its wrists were bulky for reasons Revan had yet to fathom.

In the blink of an eye, Revan was thrown off his feet, as if something stronger than a vargukei had punched him. He coughed and warm blood filled his mouth.
His torso was numb, Revan couldn’t feel his torso. He managed to spot several fragments of his breastplate blossoming from the center of his chest.

His vision blurred, Revan closed his eyes and strained to focus. Gritting his teeth, he tried to judge the extent of damage to his own body. Then he felt a soft tone at the edge of his perception.
“Rhys,” he breathed, a new strength filled his waning reserves. Struggling to a kneeling position, Revan noticed the armor hovering just beyond arm’s length.

Basic instinct took hold, using the last energy his body had to cling to life, Revan clasped the relic’s surface…… and everything vanished for a moment.
When everything returned, he was no longer lying on the ground dying. Confused, Revan brought his hands up to his face and found himself inside the armor he’d been clutching moments ago.

With that revelation, his mind flooded with the foreign power that had resided in this suit for so many millennia. His wounds were non-existent, and he felt invigorated.

A thudding footfall caught his attention, and Revan saw the thing that had hit, no shot, him charging closer, bringing its weapon to bare again. Just an instant before it fired, he brought his arms into a cross-guard before his chest.

A super-sonic fist pounded him, but Revan only skidded back a couple paces. Throwing his arms to his sides, he tapped into the suit’s… consciousness, for lack of a better word.
The ancient armor became an extension of his body and spirit. Its channeling fins enhanced his ability to focus his will. They flared on his back, and Revan launched off the ground.

He hung suspended by his own psionic powers for a heartbeat, taking in the new ease of the task of levitation. As the drone-thing fired once more, Revan dodged the near-invisible kinetic pulse by a hairsbreadth.

Smiling beneath the grey helm, he swooped down and struck the drone in its chest. With his new command over his psychic powers, Revan channeled his will through the gauntlets of the suit.
The result was a miniature kinetic blast to reinforce his punch. The drone was sent flying, until it dug its grip into the ground and skidded to a halt ten meters away.

Revan strode toward it, his posture now full of confidence borne from his new potential. The drone struggled to its feet; its formerly flawless chest was now splintered where his fists had struck.
“Not so tough now are you?” Revan chuckled, the drone responded loosing a tempest of plasma.

Caught somewhat off-guard, he was engulfed by the flames. Revan spread his arms instinctually, and like in the fight with the High Naryyn warrior he absorbed the plasma into himself.
The flow of super-heated destruction flexed and flowed into his hands. Revan drank deeply of the fresh energy, the drone stopped the stream when it realized its attack was having no effect.

It stood there, confused as its opponent stood clearly unharmed. Revan brought both arms across his chest again, clenching his fists tightly before his shoulders.
Ever muscle and nerve in his body pulsed and clenched as Revan concentrated. The air around the drone distorted, wavering as it came under affect of his counter-attack.

In one instant, Revan released all the energy he had absorbed and what he had from the armor. It lasted only a split second, the drone disintegrated to atoms.

Collapsing from the exertion, Revan laughed, relieved and rejoicing at his new powers. The woman’s voice entered his head again. “You’ve done well, perhaps you can turn the tide of the coming extinction…… with some help.”

As she finished the scene crumbled…..

Revan woke with a start, he found himself lying on a bed in a dimly lit room. "Are you alright?" He turned to find Rhys sitting beside him.
He was breathing hard, and managed. "I feel great, Rhys, I just had-"

"Another vision." She finished for him.
"Ye....yes, I can't begin to discribe what happened." Revan replied after catching his breath. "So, what's happened since the explosion?"

"Well," Rhys started thoughtfully, not pushing the subject of the vision. "That explosion was a shout and a wave for both the Marhun Kar and the search party. Apparently, the Matriarch had the village evacuated and the Iso Naryyn who left Nirm thousands of years ago, they came back and were looking for straglers."

She let the latter piece of information sink in before continuing. "Revan...." Rhys faltered before finding her voice again. "The honor guards, they..... they left Vvardenfell.... after razing Vivec and most of the other cities."

Rhys stopped, visibly shaking, then whispered. "They murdered everyone they found, and displayed the guards and ordinators as... as trophies..."
Revan clenched his fist, the thought of such disregard for life infuriated him. "Then they shall pay for all those deaths a hundred-fold!" He said with conviction.

His anger diminished and he whispered gently to Rhys. "We will honor those that have died; we can do no less." Revan carressed her face, delicately.
Rhys closed her eyes and slowly a smile spread across her face. "Yes, we'll have that chance, but I hope it doesn't happen too soon....."

Revan drew her close and kissed her affectionately. She moved to lie beside him, understanding what Barrik had told her. Rhys knew what she would do when this war was over..... if they lived. If that isn't motivation then what is? She thought to herself.

Posted by: jack cloudy Apr 29 2007, 12:17 PM

Hmm, neat armour. I wonder if it will show up outside the vision as well. Would be awesome.

Posted by: Lord Revan Apr 29 2007, 05:18 PM

Unfortunately, not yet, but Revan will get that armor later on...... years after this is over. Think of the armor as the future..... and the past if you want to.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet May 3 2007, 09:48 PM

That vision was pretty cool and wonderfully described. For a drone to be able to use kinectic powers (is that was that punching thing was?) is unique. I certainly hope to see how that vision pans out in the future.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 3 2007, 09:56 PM

It won't really be relevent until part IV, unfortunately for you all, fortunately for my characters. I'll let it slip that those things are relevant to the Naryyn (not the subspecies) and will play an important role in IV.

Yes, the punching attack was possible only with telekinetic powers..... or should I say powers that species with psychokinetic powers can radiate. Well, I'll be working on another update...... soon.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 6 2007, 05:47 AM

Back to the High Naryyn.......
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“Enemy located; all forces move to engage.” The Halcyon, a Hvy. Destroyer, pushed forward. Three brilliant flashes of light struck her hull, its shields blazed as the charged particle blasts were halted and dispersed.

Satith stood on the Armet’s bridge, “Full stop hard to starboard!” He diverted his attention from the fighting to watch his crew furiously work their stations.
The Armet spun 180 degrees to give the enemy the benefit of half its firepower. The admiral closed his eyes and marshalling his thoughts before ordering. “Arm torpedo tubes A through F, prepare to fire at 9 o’clock at 110 degrees high. Overcharge port particle cannons by 200% and fire on my mark!”

The three senior officers at the weapons’ stations hunched over their consoles, together they were typing so quickly it sounded akin to the clatter of automatic weapon’s fire.
On the port side, six torpedoes left their tubes. Normally using deep-space weapons like these would be ill-advised as they were not meant to be used in an environment with wind, humidity, airborne fauna, and the like.

Satith, however, wasn’t trying to hit the enemy; the missiles arced, their thrusters losing the clash with Nirm’s gravity. The Rogue vessels noticed the threat and changed priorities to blast the warheads out of the sky.
This meant there were fewer cannons aimed at the High Naryyn ships. The Halcyon and three frigates slipped through the Rogue blockade.

“Mark, overcharge!” The bridge dimmed considerably, there was a noticeable dip as the Armet lost altitude. On the faint holographic tactical map, a smear of volatile energy flew toward the Rogue fleet.
The blast, powered by 78% of the Armet’s primary power, washed over the three target carriers. The sky around the ships shone with every visible color as the shields of the three vessels collapsed beneath the attack.

While the Armet switched to auxiliary power, its bow plunged downward. Satith rooted himself to the floor; everyone else was strapped to their chairs.

Lights all around the bridge steadily grew brightly, and Satith nodded to the officers at navigation. The hull shook, and the engines of the Armet rumbled as the cruiser fought to slow its descent.

The confined view of green fields and ice-capped mountains inched closer and closer. “4000 meters, Admiral, engine thrust at 80%, and our speed is 50 mps and dropping.”
“Maximum burn for fifteen seconds, level out!” The background roar intensified and everyone, Satith included, had difficulty remaining in an erect position as the mighty vessel reversed its plunge and moved to right itself.

As the Armet steadied itself, the metallic voice of its AI chimed in. “Four renegade carriers and eight frigates are down. The Nova Cradle and the Stalker are suffering critical damage and are pulling out. Three of our frigates are down as well; the Halcyon and its escorts are pushing deeper into enemy territory to recon the renegades’ activities.”

Satith turned his attention of the Tac-Map; the Rogues were Retreating back to their territory. “Well, not a bad first engagement, keep me posted.”

He turned to his second-in-command, “Have the rest of the ships link up where the Cradle and Stalker have landed.”
The officer nodded, “Aye, sir.”

Adm. Satith consulted his personal computer pad, the device spoke. “Activity in the North-Central area of the Continent sugge-“
The construct paused, “Ah, yes, activity in Skyrim indicates that the Honor Guards are choosing a spot to use for something. As to what their really up to, one can only surmise.”

Raising an eyebrow, Satith asked. When was this place suddenly called Skyrim?”
The AI replied casually, “Since the natives colonized it, Admiral.”

“How did you get that Intel?”
“The commander of the cruiser Dominance, Commander Ankrus, has been gathering such knowledge from the natives.” Satith recalled the commander, mistakenly; he’d confused the man for the typical pet of the council.

“Send a recommendation for a promotion to Talament Station.” In all honesty, Satith had not even considered the indigenous people to be assets. That was sloppy, they’ve lived here all their lives, that’s the best Intel anyone could ask for!

“Also, tell Ankrus to devote half his telepaths to gaining intelligence; we’d be fools to discard such an advantage.” The small pinpoint of light that was the Armet’s AI construct vanished as it went about its tasks.

With it absent, Satith allowed for a small grin. “We need more commanders like Ankrus; they cover the typical shortfalls of common leading men….”

Kartah…

The Iso Naryyn worked with cohesion that matched some of the best units in the navy, few spoke to one another as they worked, and in which cases they barely breathed their words.

The elegant Iso Naryyn fighters bobbed as their pilots climbed aboard and disengaged them from their berths. They had few sharp angles, every new angle was a flowing change.
As the pilots started them up, purple/white running lights burst to life, and the squadron moved with no obvious propulsion systems.

Kartah wondered how these craft would fare against the Swift interceptors that the enemy would no doubt employ to stop them. Turning back to her troops, she nodded to them, and they dispersed.

All gathered in groups of nine at each available Iso Naryyn dropship. Kartah herself, moved to the lead transport. This one was unique, it held in its embrace a salvaged APC that would play a part in the assault.

Alright, time to pay those things back for murdering Xarkum… However, the recollection of her former friend did not make her feel better in the least.
Kartah looked back at the Naryyn who readied themselves for the coming attack mournfully. Shaking her head, the Sergeant berated herself. What am I thinking of course there will be more casualties, but I’m the only one without armor!

“Sergeant?” One of the Iso Naryyn warriors asked through a familiar but still different armor than those of the Marhun Kar. Their armor was a lighter version, made in just the same fashion for centuries.
These Naryyn however wore had better made sets, less unarmored areas while having the same freedom of movement. “I’m ready, let’s get started.”

Posted by: mplantinga May 6 2007, 09:14 PM

I just read this story from part 1 all the way through to this latest post. I must admit that I'm quite captivated, and am very much looking forward to reading more as it comes. The mix of futuristic technology and close quarters fighting is quite creative.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 9 2007, 02:28 AM

here's a shortie and let's put a face to the enemy.
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As Kartah sat down on one of the seats inside the dropship, she noticed the alien forms among them. They were squat, in some cases, hunchback, creatures in complete battle armor.

They were about 5’6, their sinuous limbs looked to weak for melee combat, but their double jointed legs allowed them great mobility. When the aliens moved they were always partially crouched, their movements darting and reminiscent to avian birds of prey.

Each carried either a carbine or what Kartah assumed was a sniper rifle. Their weapons only reinforced their weakness in hand-to-hand combat.
I hope we don’t have to baby-sit these things in the confined spaces of that destroyer…. She thought to herself, the avians sat towards the aft section where there were seats that better suited them.

Once the transport was fully occupied the vessel swayed as if touched by the wind. Then it crawled through the shielding that divided the hanger from the outside.

No going back now Kartah thought as the Iso Naryyn frigate disappeared into the mist that obscured the entire area. The transport split away from the other ships and went on its own scouting path.

Mist….

Five sleek, flying-crescent craft flew through the haze. The only sound in the oppressive depths was the soft thrum of their kinetic drives.

Just out of sight, a mechanical observer watched the fighters as they slid past. It was not detected by their sensors because it was not moving and the abundance of moisture made thermal scanning pointless.
The pilots did not sense its presence because it had no conscience to give it away. The probe, and many like it, gave the whereabouts of the Naryyn to the interceptors on stand by.

Ankrus

Most of the citizens of Tamriel he’d spoken to were sensible enough. Several were nervous, but all that was to be expected, they were still reeling from the shock of having superior beings come down from the very heavens.

Many were perfectly willing to divulge information to Ankrus, and his aide was dutifully spreading the Intel to the rest of the force. A smile came to the commander’s face, once you break through language barriers information becomes easier to obtain.

“Sir,” Ankrus turned to his Lt. Com. “Yes, what is it?”

The officer read the new orders. “Adm. Satith wants have of the veteran psionists to be put into intelligence gathering.”

Commander Ankrus nodded; to the psychs around him he relayed the orders from command. As the veterans dispersed throughout the city, Ankrus allowed himself a moment to take in the vista of the countryside.

Who knows when we’ll get a look of this place again without having a crosshair in the middle of our vision…. He thought solemnly.

Central Skyrim

Renegade ships moved around their new territory like bees at their hive. Ground troops were blasting trenches and laying the land for fortifications to be placed.

Flocks of Swifts and dropships filled the sky, and the snow was patrolled by hundreds of Plys’Iea Warriors. Standing on a platform above all the activity was a giant among giants.
Its head was four and a half feet long as opposed to the normal three feet. From its back nine exo-sensory appendages jutted out, they hung limply, relaxed.

This one was a War Leader, an individual who had slain more creatures than had ever lived or died on this continent. She, yes a female had garnered the most coveted position of her people, allowed her mind to wander back when she had first killed.

It had happened countless years ago, on the homeworld of her people. Before they had unlocked the secret of space travel, they had been simple then, primitive… The War Chief’s sensor appendages lifted and bobbed gently as the wind of now and then blew past her.

There was a time before she’d garnered respect, when she’d been nothing more than a means of reproduction. Something alien had come to their world.
Something not of flesh and blood, it had been clad in gray body armor. At first her people had approached the being tentatively, but when it casually destroyed many brothers and sisters, she and her kind rose up to fight it.

It had taken months, thousands died at the hands of the invader. Thousands of martyrs, none of them even touching the faceless one. Her fists clenched and a blood thirsty roar started in her chest before she separated memory from reality.

Creeping through places made forbidden long ago, she had found the abomination that had murdered her kin. For reasons she had never justified, the being had been unprepared.
Her blood had run smoldering hot with bloodlust; she had found the being without its armor. Clarity faded at this point, she could not remember how she had killed the mass murderer, but it had happened.

The War Chief turned her elongated head skyward, that creature. It had been Naryyn, and from that race came the High and Dark Naryyn.
These children would face the same fate as the warrior in the swamps….

Posted by: jack cloudy May 9 2007, 08:32 PM

That female being at the end was interesting. An honour guard?

Whatever it is, it shows that the Narynn aren't innocent. (No surprise.) It also gives a reason to oppose the descendants. I personally consider hitting someone for what his ancestors did stupid, but it has happened plenty of times in the real world so why not here?

Posted by: The Metal Mallet May 9 2007, 11:40 PM

So it seems the Narynn's enemy is one fuelled by revenge. This can't bode well for them, especially if this War Leader has gotten some experience in killing since the event described in her memory.

Good work in establishing her hate for the Narynn.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 10 2007, 02:43 AM

I've updated the Archives with a brief summary of known information about the Plys'Iea. Yeah, revenge is bittersweet. I'm not going to name any connections, but the warrior in the War Chief's memories has a deeper connection to what is going on than has been stated already.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 17 2007, 02:02 AM

The transport swerved again, and like before, Kartah’s head slammed into the shoulder of the Naryyn next to her. How did they find us; this tub doesn’t even produce heat!

The vessel spun, everyone in the troop cabin fought against the force of the multiple gee turn. Though not privy to what the pilot was doing, Kartah could make an accurate guess.
The ship came to rest, and the pilot came stomping out of the cockpit. “We’re going to need another plan, those falcons aren’t going to miss next time and becoming a fireball does not sound appealing.”

Kartah pulled of the safety harness, “The Swifts are too fast to simply avoid, and whatever told them of our whereabouts was able to see through the fog.”

The Iso Naryyn and avian creatures digested this, and Kartah realized that she was the only High Naryyn on this transport. No, I knew that; I just forgot.

The pilot shook his head, “Then we’re out of luck, Most of the weapons on this are not meant for such quick, let alone, armored targets.”
Kartah crossed her arms, So we don’t have the firepower to fight them head on, nor the element of stealth the Iso Naryyn utilize so well…

“Do we know where the other vessels are?” The pilot shook his head.
“Something has to be jamming us because the psychic resonators can’t pick up anything at all.” He muttered, brows furrowed and hands clenched into fists in frustration.

Silence crept in, Kartah saw no one, Naryyn or otherwise, offer a suggestion. Suddenly, her headset which was the only piece of tech she had other than her assault rifle and sidearm, emitted an audible and an icon on an eyepiece flashed yellow.
Replacing the device on her head, Kartah looked to see what was happening. Yellow lights meant a simple hail to establish proper communications.

Kartah however did not answer the hail, those honor guards are probably trying to find our location by hailing us. I can’t risk-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a male voice shouting over the line.

“Come on, pull back!....... 3-17, I said, pul-.” The transmission went up in static and what sounded like explosions. All caution escaped Kartah at that moment.
Without warning the other passengers, she charged toward the lift and jumped down to the ground below. Servos in her armor whined as she hit the ground and rolled.

Following the signal’s source, she looked down the edge of their cliff-side cavern. A sheer drop awaited her if she took another step.
Suddenly the avian creatures were all about the cavern, they made empathetic gestures and whistling chirps. Kartah was bewildered; the creatures’ meanings were completely lost on her.

“High Naryyn forces, this is Master Gunnery Sergeant Kartah of Gamma company; I’m uploading my coordinates now, respond over.” Static bombarded her ears, but a blue light winked on her display, an acknowledgment.

Now the Iso Naryyn were out of the dropship, most taking positions to hold the cavern if necessary. Three minutes clicked past on the eyepiece's timer.....
Another five minutes....

Finally, Kartah’s suit picked up the rumble of a vehicle engine. As it neared, she recognized the distinctive noise: a powered exoskeleton worn by the 815th.

Kartah sighed explosively, she was overjoyed to have heavy armored support, but she would have liked having the conventional armored divisions.
The legionnaire flew out of the mist, skidding across the mossy ground below. It raised its armored hand and waved up to her. “Got you in my sights, ma’am. I’ll wait here.”

The Sergeant nodded and gestured for the Iso Naryyn to follow her. “We have reinforcements now.” She explained as they made their way down the cliff.

The avians nimbly dropped from rocky outcroppings that looked far too flimsy to support something of their size, but not a single one plunged to its death.
One of the Naryyn behind her remarked, “They’re much more lightly built then we are, so what applies to us might not for them.”

Kartah was fascinated enough not to bring up how she hated people getting into her head. Finally, everyone got down and met the legionnaire.

The pilot looked around thirty-two, equivalent to early three hundreds. Rather old to be a volunteer, she mused. He nodded simply, but Kartah reminded herself that this was a man of the ‘85th.

The trooper’s suit sat with its knees folded back in a kneeling position. Kartah observed its blackened armor and pinpoints of half-melted alloy.
Noticing her look, the trooper replied. “My mates and I were on recon when a squadron of interceptors and a dozen artillery batteries opened up on us.”

His face sobered, “We lost Blur and ’37 while escaping the ambush; ’59 and ’26 were caught on the receiving end of another ambush.”

The legionnaire shook his head, sighing. He strode back and forth. “I was separated from the rest of the battalion when the destroyer came out of the mist and gave us a smoldering hot reception.”

The man stopped and locked eyes with Kartah. “I don’t know if the others are alive or dead, or trapped somewhere. Sergeant, the lizards aren’t going to let us go on our way, that destroyer needs to be taken out.”

“That’s where we are disagreed, chief. We need to take that ship and us it as a staging ground for our campaign.”
The legionnaire looked skeptical, “I hear you, sarge, but that’s not going to be easy.”

“Few things worth achieving are, petty officer.” The trooper nodded.
“Alright, ma’am, maybe we’ll find the rest of my mates along the way.”

Adm. Satith...

Twenty-five vessels hovered above the crater that the Nova Shard and the Stalker had chosen to set down in for repairs. Satith stood on top of a bluff looking over the two ships. Technicians and engineers rushed to bring both vessels back online as soon as possible.

Satith turned and marched toward where his warriors sparred with weakened energy weapons. Two or three would be locked in combat for extended durations without landing a single strike on one another or making a defensive error themselves.
Whenever on did land a blow, their energy blade smiply gave off an electrical discharge which was painfull but did not warrant a medic. Abruptly, the admiral and his warriors froze.

According to Intel, this place was known as Vvardnefell, so far none of the locals had bothered their force, but something was amongst them.
The active ships raised in altitude and fanned out without having to be commanded, everyone without inhibitor implants could taste the alien presence around them.

The water nearby churned as if alive, three vessels of unknown material and design broke surface and approached. Their architecture was devoid of sharp angles and the ships-- equal in tonnage to frigates and a hvy. cruiser-- made not a sound.
A energy blade crackled to life on his wrist, and Satith stood defiantly in the face of the oncoming threat. All of his fleet came about to place the new ships in their sights. All troops on the ground also brought their weapons to bear, from the platoons of marines to the legions of 885th legionnaires.

Satith made a gesture to hold fire for the moment, he didn't wish to start a battle if it could be avoided. A light appeared in the middle of the shoreline. A flame of pure silver, then formed black armor pieces. An Ascendant!

The spirit approached, "Your show of restrained force is intimidating, but unnecessary High Naryyn Lord."

Satith lowered his blade slightly, a show of good will. "Dark Naryyn, why is it you are here? Surely you realize that it is our mandate to destroy such as you."
The Ascendant inclined its head, one eye blazing brighter than the other to create a look of feigned confusion. "We are aware of this, the force of Commander Xaries have already met with us and set aside their differences to join forces against the traitors."

The Admiral was caught off-guard by the straight-forward nature by which this Ascendant spoke. "So Xaries did forsake the Council..... Ascendant, it is not an available option to shirk the duty given to us by the Patriarchs."

Satith spoke resolutely, "Leave now, and the lives of your brethren shall be spared this day."
Without a word the Ascnedant faded and the Dark Naryyn ships pulled off. Satith ignored the glances his peers gave him, he had no vandetta against the fallen, but if they entered the crossfire then none would recieve his sympathy.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 22 2007, 10:14 PM

Subject: Renegade Engagements
Priority: Beta
Sender: Mute Testimony
Recipients: All citizens
Date: 17th of the Twelfth Cycle, Third Age (Exaltation)

[Message start]- To all civilized beings listening to this transmission, I speak to you now to shed some light on the events surrounding the rebellion taking place.

The attacks and deaths of millions were perpetrated by the same race that has served as the Honor Guards of the Patriarchs and council members.
Every border world of the empire has been touched by the betrayers.

This is neither a propaganda transmission, nor a smear campaign to dirty our leaders. Even now, I am broadcasting from one of the many battle fronts of the conflict.
This struggle can only be branded as complete xenocide, of more importance than any preceding it, even the Dark Naryyn heretics.

[Message end]

The message was displayed on every holo-screen on every High Naryyn colony. And all listening paused as the neutral voice read the text.
And on hundreds of planets on the edge of their power, millions of marines, pilots, psionists, commanders, admirals, and legionnaires were fighting on colossal war without even knowing its scale…

Xaries…

Just a few kilometers southeast of Adm. Satith’s fleet, another leader of high esteem was working diligently. Xaries felt a cool breeze blow over his face.

He glanced around him, dozens of trained medics and psionists were tending to the many wounded and dying amongst the ruined structures of the city “Ald’Ruhn.”
There were also locals aiding them, offering curious concoctions to the afflicted and manipulating supernatural forces not to different from his own.

“Commander,” Xaries turned to see one of the officers standing uncertainly, headset replacing helmet.
“Yes, corporal?”

“Sir, we’ve gotten reports of some unknown animal attacks recently, maulings and half-eaten corpses mostly, all natives. But we turned up a body being roasted by a campfire without any tenders.” The officer continued grimly.
“At first we thought it was simple cannibalism due to desperation, but the ground is scorched in places. And we keep finding tree-toed claw tracks.”

“Commander!” The com-unit crackled painfully.
“Report,” Xaries replied, momentarily turning away from the officer and the humanitarian workers.

“We have heavy contacts, not Rogues, not locals, no-” The rest was cut off by something sounding like screaming.
Xaries spun back to the officer, “We don’t have time to look for wild animals; redeploy your troops to investigate what happened to the second task force, now!”

The officer snapped to it, yelling new orders to his subordinates. Xaries wanted to accompany them, but he had to remain in the temporary command post for the time being.

Three squads compromising fire team Beta, charged out into a full rush. As the armored troops disappeared their commander sighed. Another issue, just what we needed. Between the Admiral, the honor guards, and the indigenous population, we already have a handful to work out, now this…

Prefabricated automatic outpost defense turrets stood like sentinels in many of the alleyways and plazas of Ald’Ruhn. Everyone of them stood five feet above the ruined buildings.

Groups of three marines moved through the streets, snipers in light combat mesh lay prone or crouched on what was left of the cities rooftops, and everyone of Xaries’ personnel with experience in, or abilities in healing were spread throughout trying to keep the wounded in stable condition.
A single flying creature flew over the ruins, as it glided a single sidearm round rang through the air…… and all one hundred pounds or so of cliff racer fell like a rock.

Revan…

He slept well that night, when he came to Revan left Rhys to sleep. All of us need to rest, but I have things to do. Earlier, a healer had informed him that his armor had been destroyed in the explosion.

I’ve been wearing that same set for eighty years… Losing it was like losing an old friend. It only made him wish for a new one worse.

Clad in common robes, he made his way to the labor center. The area was occupied by other Naryyn, warriors and otherwise. Revan seated himself after collecting several pieces of sapphire alloy, a diverse assortment of tools, black mesh body armor, and a finger-sized fragment of a power crystal.

Spreading out all the materials and instruments, Revan set to work, shutting out all the distractions around him.

Kartah...

A vague silhouete glided through the mist, the Rogue destroyer came into view. Hovering low, only eight meters above the ground, it slid into a seemingly unsuspicious grove. Its thrusters thrummed and died out as it came to a halt.

Floating above the drop-off point, one could surmise that its crew was confused by the absense of any of their fellows. The many particle cannons scanned over the land again and again as if diligence would conjure up the convoy.... or the enemy.
As the armored bulkheads protecting the hanger bay parted, letting out a flight of transports, a large, blurred object detached from the ferns and launched itself through the gap.

Above the destroyer, the Iso Naryyn frigate it had been hunting for materialized. And, due to the sloppy procedures on part of the Plys'Iea, dozens upon dozens of High and Dark Naryyn were able to transfer ships in the brief period of astonishment.

Master Gunnery Sergeant Kartah dropped down into the service corridor just behind her subordinates. Three of her marines were mopping up the maintinance detail that had been unfortunate enough to have been assigned to this particular ship.

"See, they aren't so tough without our armor." One proclaimed.
"Payback all around," Another muttured as he charged down the hallway ahead of them.
"He seems angry."

"That's not anger, that's personal." The third corrected. Kartah grinned and caught up with the armoed troopers. More than half of the fireteams had made it aboard before the destroyer recovered, but a few had been too slow and missed their chance.

Let's keep the jokes coming, we'll need every one we can get before this is over. The Sergeant cocked her rifle and took her position in the center of the formation.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 28 2007, 08:13 PM

Great, now I'm reduced to triple posting, are my recent updates that unremarkable?

Well, I'll try and update on Tuesday, regardless. Hopefully a (somewhat) despearate measure (or two) will make this more interesting.....

Posted by: The Metal Mallet May 28 2007, 10:15 PM

Sorry Revan, as I have said earlier I've been busy back here. I have been reading it, just haven't gotten around to commenting for the last couple of updates.

Your quality of writing has been consistent as always.

Posted by: jack cloudy May 29 2007, 06:54 AM

Wuh, I forgot to comment? Dang.

Well, you're doing great so far. It has only gotten a bit harder to read due to the countless perspectives you're weaving in. Don't see many stories like that though, so it is a refreshing change.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 29 2007, 06:58 AM

Yeah, that's true. At first I could write a whole update from one person's point of view, now it's pretty much the opposite, I have to use multiple POVs to make an update a certain length...... Anyway, I'll try and work on that, for now, I must rest.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 29 2007, 08:40 PM

Short one, sorry. I'll probably have time to work on the next on tonight.
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Topping the rise, the squad leader held his clenched fist just above his shoulder, hold here. The fireteam came to a halt around him.
Slowly, he brought his right hand back to his heavy repeater. The group kept arm’s lengthy from one another as they advanced cautiously.

He led the half-crescent formation, everyone tried to keep an eye on every direction. They could all feel it, it sent chills down their spines, the carnage was all around them.

They were just outside a collapsed cave entrance, the ground was drenched with Naryyn blood. Dead marines were strewn about, their armor torn and ripped off like it was tinfoil.
The squad leader ordered, “Defensive positions, into that cave.”
All the marines obeyed, forming a phalanx of sorts with their backs to the collapsed ceiling.

“Commander, this is fireteam Beta, we’ve found the target area…… All of fireteam Alpha is KIA near a cave. There’s no sign of what or who attacked them, but I’ll start giving you real-time footage momentarily.” He spoke through his helmet’s mike.

Suddenly, his armor gave a shrill warning tone that nearly made him jump out of his skin. The squad leader turned to see a small flock of giant insectoids coming toward them.
His panic sky-rocketed, he’d seen one of these things back at the prison facility, the only that had saved him was when it chose to eat another marine, giving him time to slam down a pressure door and escape.

There won’t be any running now, His mind told him. Cold sweat broke out despite his suit’s attempts to smother the heat. Training kicked in however, and despite his hysteria, the squad leader joined his troops in the cave.

Two rockets speared forward, knocking an equal number of the huge bug-things out of the air. The monsters landed heavily, but they brought themselves to their feet regardless of the blood flooding from between their armored plating.

Marine sharpshooters put them down, aiming for the newly developed weak points. The remainder of marines opened up on the landing bugs, it only slowed them down.
He turned to the missile troopers, but both were out of ammo and switching to assault rifles.

Oh, hell! Over the thunder of his own repeater and the weapons of his marines, the leader spoke hoarsely. “Commander, are you getting this?”

Xaries…

The fireteam was done for, he’d known that before the first shots had rung out. “Yes, Corporal, I’m seeing what’s happening.” A small screen in front of his right eye played the scene.

“There’s not much I can do that will save you or your men, we’re spread too thin. Fighting is suicide, try and get past them and I’ll see about getting a couple of scouts or APCs to rendezvous with you on the way back.” The words were ashes in his mouth, there really wasn’t much he could do other than promise transport if they got away.

“Ye…. yes, sir we hear you…… Signing off.” Xaries ordered the transports to make way to the rendezvous. “You did the best you could without endangering more lives.” Said a gentle voice.

Surprised to hear a response to his unspoken questions, Xaries spun to see the Matriarch behind him. “Sometimes our best isn’t enough.” He replied.

She nodded gravely, “The worst mistake ever made is one that we learn nothing from.”
“Provided that mistake allows for a second shot.” They both lapsed into silence for awhile. Until an Iso Naryyn messenger appeared and bowed to both.

“Excuse me, your honors, but the Redoran Council has asked for both your presences.” Xaries nodded and the Matriarch fell into step behind them.

"Do you have any idea what the Redoran want?" Xaries asked.
"This is their world, and their people are paying the price for our war just as much as we are."
"That's a valid point, but their warriors can't wage this war. So why do they try? Nevermind."
The Matriarch answered anyway. "You wouldn't fight against an oppressor just because it outmaches you?"


"Yes! But these people are liabilities in this war. They could try and avoid being caught by the hammer and anvil. All their attempts to fight back cost both us and them more lives and it accomplishes nothing!" Xaries replied hotly.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet May 30 2007, 04:15 AM

Ahh futility, such an interesting emotion to work with. Go on when you can, Revan.

Posted by: Dire Cheesecake May 30 2007, 06:11 AM

Heh, so I've been sort of looking over this, and I gotta say, I have no idea what's going on. Sci Fi Elder Scrolls is it? Seems kind of interesting but I can't seem to figure it out.

Posted by: Lord Revan May 30 2007, 04:23 PM

Well, this is contemporary with Oblivion for starters. Thousands of years before the modern races came to be a species of aliens settled on primitive Tamriel..... Nevermind, you can just take a look for the archives of the order info thread that I made. There's a link to it in my signature.

Posted by: jack cloudy Jun 1 2007, 08:52 PM

I wouldn't diss the Redoran that fast. Sure, so far Tamrielic magicka has not been shown to match Narynn psychic skills. But every little bit counts and they can come up with some surprises. For example, I wonder what a disintregate armour/weapon spell would do. In my imagination, it is always a blob of acid. It could wreck the tracks of a tank or something. Oh, and don't forget restoration. even if the natives are comparatively worthless in combat, a bunch of healers on the rear lines will be appreciated.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jun 2 2007, 01:19 AM

I wonder if common disintegrate spells would work on titanium-like substances well..... Whatever can't harm the High Naryyn can't harm the Plys'Iea either, as they wear the same armor (a problem that will be solved later on).

And on restoration, there have been a few Naryyn healers and medics mentioned. Still, it would be difficult (and a lot of work) from a military prospective to integrate a new race of beings who don't even speak the same tongue as the common fighting men and women (provided all the volunteers even speak more than their own native language) into the war effort (let alone that they lack knowledge of the Naryyn's anatomy). Add to this that Naryyn have what could be considered a group mind. As such, any Naryyn (even lacking extensive experience in healing would be better able to understand the exact nature of a wound than even the races most similar to the Naryyn.

Do you think someone (even with the proper skills) would throw themselves in a foreign environment (explosives and the like) with little protection or understanding of the ever-changing situation (the Naryyn can neither give them radios, nor include them in telepathic communications).
High Naryyn combat armor is designed to function in volcanic, arctic, and other harsh environments (like the vacuum of space) so even an scorching hot fireball, a chilling cloud of frost, or a miniature bolt of lightning would only buy time not stop them.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jun 2 2007, 03:32 AM

I started writing all this just awhile ago...... Well, here's about thirty or fourty minute's work (I think)
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Lieutenant third class Kyle Thane didn’t care how much the healer tending to him suggested he should let his body recover from its recent trauma.

“Look, I’m a legionnaire, and when a legionnaire wants to do something, no one stops him or her from doing that. And I do not want to lie down and rest.” According to typical 885th bluster, yes, no one ever stopped them from doing whatever they pleased…… At least, if they wanted to avoid misfortune in the chaos of the next battle.

Well, most officers could cross us, but there are exceptions. Thane thought to himself as he got out of his “bed” and dressed in the black robes on a nearby table. How can these people wear black? How can they expect me to wear black?

All the while the Iso Naryyn healer turned and went to help the other wounded; too busy to worry if a High Naryyn fool refused to listen to her.
Shamelessly, Lt. Thane stumbled into the dimly corridor. I do not get it; these guys are so grim and..... dark Kyle shook his head, If the royal-helms up in command got over their prejudice, they’d instantly become bunk mates with the Iso Naryyn I’ve seen.

This thought made him roll his eyes at the prospect. In spite of his stubborn desire not to remain bed-ridden, Thane couldn’t keep his newly regenerated muscle tissue from shaking uncontrollably.

Bloody healer, The lieutenant collapsed against the dark lavender wall, fighting the urge to throw up his morning rations. She probably knew I’d get up and leave if she told me to stay put....

Kartah.....

For ten minutes, the squad rushed through countless hallways only to find no opposition. The lack of contacts, friendly or otherwise, was starting to wear on the group’s senses, Kartah’s included.

“Where is everyone? Has anyone heard anything from the other boarders?” Kartah asked when they finally paused to get their bearings.
“None, Sergeant.”
“I didn’t get any notification of a break for dinner.”
“None of the lizards are here either; like they just vanished.”

Habitually, the sergeant checked to make sure the next round was chambered in her rifle. “Let’s move carefully from now on, the ship can’t be abandoned so we aren’t alone.”

“Ma’am, if I remember correctly, we should be close to the bridge. In fact.....” Said corporal Lash, the most by-the-book of the squad. The corporal led the others to a distinctly more armored pressure door.

“Stay frosty, everyone, this has to be where the cold-blodd-” Kartah as interrupted when the bulkhead opened suddenly and three well-placed, high-velocity railgun spikes exploded on her subordinate’s visors.

Before she could even finish exhaling the first syllable of the last word, a single oddly-dressed alien flew through the open door and delivered a series of well-placed strikes with its fists to the armored marines.
Kartah could not be sure how accurately she could explain what happened, but the honor guard creature had already dispatched her fellow soldiers and had slapped her assault rifle out of her grasp.

One moment she was standing dumb-struck in front of the open bulkhead among the unmoving forms of her squad, the next heartbeat, Kartah slammed into the wall behind her, the creature that had murdered her squad had its large, muscular hand firmly gripping her head.

The sergeant could only see through her right eye, the only part of her face that wasn’t covered by the alien’s scaly hand. She was suspended; the creature holding her was taller than her six-foot-tall marines by a full head.
This was the first time Kartah had seen the unarmored form of her enemy, its scales were grey-white. Her attacker’s partly open jowls were wide enough to engulf both her hands in the backmost part.

The alien wore partly metallic, partly cloth garments of deep green. On its elongated head rested a form of headdress of the former kind. Its animal eyes were rimmed unnaturally by a green ring, in the center, around the diagonal slit that was its pupil was a less noticeable yellow smear.

A pair of flexible spines flared up from somewhere on its back to be visible above its shoulders. The spines had a familiar violet light, the bioluminescent glow that Kartah had seen from the Marhun Kar raptors.

"Hello, my prey, trapped are we?....." The words were barely audible over the burning of her neural implants. The alien’s mouth did not move to pronounce the words yet it spoke them, and Kartah realized it was speaking telepathically… and that was making her implants backfire.

As she arrived to that conclusion, the hunter tilted its head slightly and made what resembled a grimace. "Ah....." Suddenly the searing pain stopped, a long whining tone replaced it then that too was gone.

Darkness took her at last and Kartah went limp in the alien’s grip…

Posted by: jack cloudy Jun 2 2007, 09:07 AM

Agkh, countered me at every point. Ah well, then just let them do the heavy lifting at camp.

About the last update, things are looking down again. Those Honor guards are fast! It makes me wonder how Revan ever managed to keep up with them near the beginning of the story.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jun 2 2007, 06:36 PM

Hey, if needed, the High Naryyn have the legionnaires to lift stuff. Or they could just use the dropships for that.
anyway, that Plys'Iea is an enhanced super-blah,blah, blah. Anyway, the Honor Guards wore the same armor as the High Naryyn; notice that this one wore none at all..... and could communicate telepathically (not an evolved trait of its species). Also, the exo-sensory appendages don't tend to glow purple, but there's a reason why this one does.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jun 4 2007, 09:39 PM

Sorry, but it's a short one. Still, we see the return of one well-liked individual.
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The Manor District of Ald’Ruhn was the only site in the city which was intact, more or less. Part of the ceiling had been blasted off, but the damage had not been enough to mar the essential nobility of this place.

Xaries was now in more ceremonial attire than his normal combat suit of a ship commander. He was forced to wear the uniform in the middle of a war zone partly because this was a call of politics.

But mostly the reason was the same as why the occasional marine was not in his or her fully-powered armor either: the walkways and floors would crumble beneath them if they were wearing the armor.

Another exception to the district was that the Redoran still dominated it. None of the marines in here were on duty, though the prefabricated barracks were erected outside, their facilities were not enough to accommodate the marine forces.

“Do you think the Redoran see this as a take-over of their society?” Xaries asked suddenly.

“Certain ones do, but others do not. The majority want us to leave them and their realm alone, regardless of our reasons for being here.” The High Naryyn Commander shot her a look, but let his surprise go after a moment.

“We don’t have the right to simply probe them without their conscious knowing. What might not be a violation to us could be to them.”

The Matriarch returned his stare, her crimson eyes glittering slightly. “This comes from the one who feels these people are helpless. But if one truly wants to keep his or her own motives private then they should be more discrete.”

Xaries noticed the tone and could surmise what the Matriarch meant, being what she was. She raised an eyebrow in response, but remained silent.
Still, that was enough to cause the commander to abandon his own thoughts. However, the woman seemed only amused at his embarrassment reaction.

Now entirely aware that the Matriarch would read his thoughts as much as any other, Xaries reinforced his erected barriers. Many of the Redoran guards halted or slowed as they walked by, their expressions hidden beneath their native helmets.

Finally, the trio arrived at the door to the council chamber. Both Xaries and the Matriarch waited patiently and silently for the messenger to return from within.

The person we all thought was dead…

Cold, why is this place so blasted cold? He thought sourly to himself. The much abused armor whined as it aided the figure’s trek across the snowy tundra.

Suddenly, the figure came to a sudden halt, sensing that he was not alone, or in good company.
Some distance away lay a small city, but the presences the figure in combat armor felt were in a different direction. Turning in the direction of the activity, the Naryyn psionist began to move in that direction when he stopped again.

“Seer,” he said plainly, facing the Iso Naryyn woman. “Where have you been off to recently? Churning up more animosity between our races?”

The seer shook her head calmly, “You know better than that, son of Markus.” Marthyn absently wondered how his companion could ignore the cold; his face stung slightly while the rest of his body was relatively comfortable.
The woman, however, wore much less in comparison, yet seemed perfectly fine. “You might have revitalized me, Seer, but do not think for a moment that will earn my servitude.”

“Servitude?” She repeated. “I do not desire an ignorant minion; I am but offering a method of redemption.”

The last word caused the High Naryyn to tighten his grip on the firearm in his hand; however, the woman paid no heed to his reaction.
“What could make up for failing my mission? I couldn’t…… I won’t kill my kin. And I must now pay the price for such weakness in devotion.” Marthyn furrowed

“By accomplishing one of greater importance, of course.” Her casual tone only served to greater fuel his frustration and shame.

“Do not speak of honor as something which can be bought as a commodity!” He roared.

“You don’t even know what I have in store.” The seer replied, oblivious to Marthyn’s emotional outburst.
“Fine, so what do you intend to do?”

A smile spread across her face. “Why, the same goal that your ‘Order’ has so fanatically pursued… Reunion.”

Posted by: Shinnok Jun 5 2007, 03:56 AM

Up to your usual standard of execellent story telling, left with quite a cliffhanger too. Anyway keep up the good work.

Posted by: jack cloudy Jun 6 2007, 07:46 PM

Oh, persuasion. And Marthyn is back, woohoo! More, please.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Jun 7 2007, 01:16 AM

Nice to see Marthyn back and with some changes in philosophy as well. Look forward to seeing how things go for him from now on.

Posted by: Lord Revan Jun 7 2007, 05:36 AM

This thread has now reached post #200 Looks like a continuation thread is in order. Yes, Marthyn is back, and ready to help kick Plys'Iea boat (feeling giddy at the moment). And if anyone is wondering, the Seer happens to be Nara (she's not really a kid, lol).

Posted by: minque Jun 8 2007, 02:42 PM

Ok so I´ll close this thread....of your excellent story Revie! Gah, I´ll have to go ahead to the next one and comment properly!