The X-scrolls., Eat plasma, Daedra. Options

[jack cloudy]

Here's the new one. It isn't TES yet, and I actually don't have a clue what I really want to do. All I wanted was to get an X-COM soldier into Tamriel. No better way to do that than with the biggest Elerium explosion in history. Hey, if it can create anti-gravity fields, hot plasma and big explosions it might just be able to make a rip into another dimension.



Prologue: Cydonia or bust.

Yet another bolt of superheated plasma flew past him at almost the speed of light. He came out of hiding and ran over to another row of chairs, firing of a few shots over his shoulder as he went. He skidded to a halt and dove behind the chairs. How long had this been going on? Twenty seconds?

,,Way too long for a single firefight. We’ve got to finish this one before the bugs creep up our back.” He thought when the chair in front of him was vaporized.
,,Damn! Terence, cut the playing and just vapo the whole room with a Blaster Bomb!” He shouted as he got up and fired at the two robed figures on the other end of the room. At least he managed to sent one of the aliens on a single trip to the afterlife. He didn’t got the chance to target the next one because the now empty clip popped out of his weapon.

He dropped the Heavy Plasma and aimed his much smaller but still powerful pistol.
,,Terence, what’s taking you so long?!” A quick glance showed him that Terence would never finish his job. His head had been cleanly blown away by a Plasma blast.
,,Damn, I’m the only one left.”He managed to kill the remaining alien more with luck than skill and lowered his pistol.

The room had been pretty much wasted from the plasma flying back and forth but the big thing that took up the far end of the room still seemed to be in good shape. He walked over to what was left of Terence and picked up the huge tube-like launcher.
,,If that big thing over there controls every bug in the system, I might as well make sure I take it out by using the biggest explosive ever seen.” He muttered to himself as he slipped one of the silvery football-shaped (American-style) Blaster Bombs into the launcher and began to type in the waypoints.

,,Why do you want to do that? It will only result in your death as well as mine. Don’t shoot me. There are better options.” The voice in his head was very convincing and he noticed that his hand moved on its own and cancelled all the waypoints.
,,No, the Avenger was blown up just after landing. I’ll be stuck on Mars till I run out of air anyway. We knew it was a suicide mission even before we left Earth. I’d rather go out in a big bang and take you monsters with me.” He told himself and his shaking hand typed in another set of waypoints.
,,Hasta la vista, baby. ” He spoke with a smirk and pressed the firing button.

The elerium-powered bomb shot out of the tube and raced towards the big alien thing at the end of the room. Just before reaching it, it stopped in mid-air and slid to the left in a manoeuvre that only anti-gravity propulsion could do. It then slammed into the wall and exploded.

What the man didn’t know was that there was a large number of Elerium Powercores standing right behind that wall. The Elerium inside those was also added to the already titanic explosion. The Explosion spread outward and completely vaporized the Alien device but began to change as it spread. It turned pinkish and then golden. The explosion was far different than every other explosion he’d ever seen. He didn’t get a chance to wonder about what happened for the explosion smacked into him like a giant skyscraper falling on top of him. He lost consciousness from the blow.

[jack cloudy]

More update-goodness. Due to several problems involved with the Cyrodiilic language and English, I have decided to go for a magical translating amulet that will show up in the next one.



The Breton who appeared on the doorstep of the building was practically jumping once he got sight of the Imperial Patrol, and what they had brought.
,,Lovely, sweetie. I’ll have it brought to my room right away.” Anything else he might have wanted to say was muffled by the hand covering his mouth.
,,Don’t call me sweetie in front of the guards.” The captain whispered.

,,Sorry, but I really like this. It is somewhat similar to Dwemer, but there are quite a few differences with what we know. There are no holes to breath through, so it is clear we are looking at some sort of construct and not a heavy suit of armour.” The captain turned around and ignored her husband.
,,Alright men, let’s get drunk.” She said and marched of to the nearest tavern.

The Breton and several other mages who had appeared attempted to lift the metal man off the cart but soon found out that they lacked the needed muscle.
,,Right, we’ll do this the easy way.” The Breton muttered as he rolled up his sleeves. Several feather spells later, He could easily carry it all by himself and wasted no time to get to his room.

,,Alright, let’s see what we have here.” The Breton grabbed a few scraps of paper and enthusiastically began to write on what he saw.
,,Main bulk of it is made from an unknown type of metal. It looks like it is made out of several large pieces that are very smooth. Looks like the blacksmith who made this one is a true master. Two black and round eyes made from a different kind of unknown material. They’re different in size. Maybe that means that one eye is for long-distance viewing and the other for short-distance? One horn sticking out of the side. It is too flexible to be used as a weapon, maybe it is for decoration. All known constructs are Dwemer in origin, so there is a large possibility that this is a previously unknown form of Centurion.”

He leaned in closer to one of the shoulders.
,,What do we have here? It looks like some sort of symbol that’s like a small bump in the shoulder-piece. A skull above a….cross? Well, there is a skull and this thing is clearly very robust so I suppose it is meant for combat. Wait, what’s this near the neck?”
He carefully touched the small button in the thing’s neck with a finger. There was another button on the other side. He pressed both at the same time and with a loud click, the head was separated from the rest of its body. He carefully lifted the head up.
,,Hmm, the whole head can come off. Maybe for maintenance? By the Divines, there are people inside those Dwemer machines!”

He had to take a few deep breaths to calm down.
,,Keep calm, Andre. There has to be a reason why a Nord would suit up in weird armour with no way to breath. Talking about breathing, it looks like this fellow has recently suffocated.”
He ran out of his room and into the main hall of the building.
,,I need a healer, quick!”

Several hours later.

He awoke with a really bad feeling. He was thirsty, hungry and his body ached all over.
,,Right, this is so weird. This is the second time in a row that I face certain death and I still wake up somehow. Hmm, I can move my fingers. Someone must have removed my suit. Did X-COM find me?” He opened his eyes rather hesitatingly. Who he saw definitely wasn’t a member of X-COM. Or else a robe-craze had suddenly took form while he was off blasting bugs on Mars.

The man said something that sounded like complete nonsense. The only thing that was clear was his name, Andre Charien.
,,Lovely, why didn’t I decide to learn every language in the world while I had the chance? Hmm, I bet he won’t understand me either. I’ll just forget about my cover and tell the real story. He won’t know anyway.”
,,Gerard Dreyfus, commander of North Division beta squad. I’m a member of the Extraterrestrial Combat Unit. As by the agreement of pretty much the whole world, it is your duty to take me to the nearest military base where I can hitch a ride back to where I came from. Of course you’re too dumb to know what I’m saying, so some booze in the meantime would be great.”

The Breton, Andre, didn’t understand a thing of what the man was saying.
,,Oh, it must be one of those Skyrim peasants that run around in animal skins. Don’t ask me where he found that armour though.”
He turned to an assistant who had been quietly standing in the corner.
,,Go and fetch one of those Clearvoice amulets.” He ordered while he looked at the weird Nord.
,,And tell the alchemists to make a meal and get something to drink for this guy while you’re at it.” He added.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Jun 30 2006, 09:29 PM