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| Hjorthorn | Wednesday, 30. July 2014, 23:15 Post #1 |
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In its relentless pursuit of the Sparta, the crew of Praesidium has learned of the Sparta's investigations into the rebirth of the Scion, and has now offered to accompany them in their journey. But across the galaxy, a massive war between countless factions has broken out, and rumours are spreading that the Maw has reawoken. Now confronted with a larger threat than any incursion from Andromeda, the crew must seek out the Galaxy's brightest minds for a way to destroy the Maw, the Executioner of Progress. Meanwhile, Scion ships have been entering through the Hideaki rift and attempting to collect Scion Remnant to return to Citadel. Outraged by an attempt to return them from the collective, and deprive them of self-awareness, the Remnant has banded together and declared war on them. Elsewhere, the Alliance and New Conglomerate- reformed in the Delta Quadrant- have become allies in fear of unknown powers watching from Andromeda, as well as strange godlike beings appearing to various races and acting as guardians and advisers to them. Along the rim of the Alpha Quadrant, a large and powerful human-founded faction called the Inquisition Syndicate has also made itself known, slowly spreading and conquering unadvanced societies along the overlooked edges of the galaxy. While they seem to be isolationist in nature, they are formidable and quick to aggression. Strange reports of rifts in space and time itself have also been discussed in hushed whispers across the galaxy, portals of raw void energy spoken of in fearful and reverent tones. CHAPTER ONE: THE ASCENDANCY SESSION 1 Glekick sat in the corner of the bar, glad to finally be on shore leave. It was hard enough that the people he had been hunting for the past year and a half where now his allies, but now the rumors that where starting to surface where disturbing. The rumors shuck him down to the very fabric that he had built when he left his home, family, all to find out that being an atheist was possibly a mistake. He did not like it. So to solve the problem, even if only for a few hours he had found this bar and was just finishing his fifteenth shot. At this point he was probably to drunk to know if they where still actually serving him alcohol. He slowly raised his hand for another. Working with the enemy, galaxy slipping into war, and signs that the life he had left was coming back to be right. This was bull shit. He shock his head and downed the shot as soon as the waitress delivered it, and through slurred tongue, asked for another. Harbinger strides in with He'drach, engaged in animated conversation with the bulky alien. They both look up to spot Glickek, and quickly make their way over to him. "Ah! Starkin!" booms He'drach, spreading his arms in greeting. "Have you heard the news?" Gleckik looks up in a completely drunken state. "Whanews?" His vocal cords oscillating at such different frequencies that it was similar to a drunk man being imitated by another drunk. He scoots over making room in the corner for the two men joining him, however he has just ordered his twentieth and twenty first shots of absinthe, and the waitress is looking distressed. Dex sighed slowly as he enters the musky bar. It's been awhile since he's been on true Shore leave- Ever since he lost track of the Sparta's crew a few good missions ago, he roamed as a freelancer, taking odd jobs left and right to fund his pursuit of the Sparta. Now, he hoped he had finally tracked them down. He looked around curtly, scanning the bar with the quick-draw precision that had helped him survive for years in odd situations. Nothing. Nobody he recognized. It was unfortunate, almost- He would just have to work harder to pin them down. Perhaps then, he could go rejoin the rest of the crew. He was sure of his information- Of course he was- but a small thread of doubt still remained as he pulled up a seat at the barstools, wiping off the thin layer of grime from the seat-cover. He raised his hand curtly, staring downwards. "Bartender. Wodka. Put it on tab." A sizeable glass of 220 Galactic Ultra soon slid his way as his eyesight adjusted to the Bar's low, dusty light. Listening intently, he soon focused on a conversation in the corner of the room. Perhaps that would lead him back. Wouldn't it? The crew of Sparta had been negligent to talk about the new allegiance with their former hunters, though He'drach seemed to have adapted nicely. He'drach spreads his hands grandly, speaking in a booming voice. "The Allegiance! The Alliance and Conglomerate, two former enemies, becoming aligned for the benefit of their people! I wonder," he continues, "if perhaps humanity will eventually even become a member of the Conglomerate." Harbinger sits down while He'drach remains standing to speak. Edited by Hjorthorn, Sunday, 3. August 2014, 21:56.
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| shibewrath | Sunday, 3. August 2014, 22:24 Post #2 |
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Nelly slowly makes her way to the bar, sits herself next to Dex and sighs. She mutters to herself for a while and then says to Dex: "Do you think they have a bottle of Château Kog'nel? It's what my parents always bought. They were loaded. Man, they had money up the wazoo. None to share with me though. Kick me out when I turn eighteen and and leave me with nothin but the clothes on my back, that's what they did. Great parents, great parents. Always had a knack for making me think I had something good going, then throw it all away the next minute." |
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| SpasticReflex | Monday, 4. August 2014, 16:23 Post #3 |
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Gleckik finishes his shots and raises one of his sets of hands for another shot. The motion was slow, laborious, and almost didn't complete. The fact that he manged this was a great accomplishment in his mind. He chirped, horridly out of tune to himself as he waited for his next shot. |
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| Deleted User | Monday, 4. August 2014, 17:51 Post #4 |
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Kala carefully approaches the large cloaked alien. The first time she had met him, he had grievously injured her and left her to die. Her innocent tone and habitually soft voice barely traveled to his ears with enough volume. "Gleckick, haven't you drank enough already?" She looked at the rows of shot glasses in front of him. "You can barely lift an arm and probably can't even see me right now." Kala looks around tensely in case she was able to find Gryff, who she found to be a much more sane person most of the time. Maybe he'll even be sober. In truth, Kala had no idea why they were in a bar. Everyone simply told her it'd be fun and that she needed to join them on this outing. |
| Hjorthorn | Monday, 4. August 2014, 18:58 Post #5 |
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"Looking for someone?" I ask Kala, who had been unwisely questioning the drinking habits of my alien friend. He'Drach continues rambling on about the 'infinite possibilities of the future', Glickek's glasses rattling from the the Elg'Arieth's rumbling voice. As I await Kala's response, my gaze drifts to a pair of humans at the bar. It was unusual to see fellow terrans this far out in the quadrant. |
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| Deleted User | Monday, 4. August 2014, 19:10 Post #6 |
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My face flushes red and I turn around, with my back to Gryff, who I had been looking for. "U-umm... No...?" I barely manage to stammer out. Trying desperately to change the conversation, I look around the bar to see if anything was off. I turn back to face him. "There are a lot of different types of aliens here. I wonder where they all came from?" I ask half-idly and also with actual curiousity. My hands unconsciously rubs my wrists as I look around at the sight of the bar. It didn't look bad, I'll admit. |
| SpasticReflex | Monday, 4. August 2014, 20:22 Post #7 |
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the large alien stares at the girl, takes a moment and bellows both vocal cords almost as deep as the hulk standing with them. "Yo-u are a darinyoung human." He chuckles again, vocal patterns becoming near impossible to decipher. "Maybyou-right. Thiswiii-ll be last." He shakes his head, and lets his arm set slam to the table, scattering the glasses. |
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| Hjorthorn | Monday, 4. August 2014, 20:27 Post #8 |
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"and with the Elg'Arieth council voting to join the Alliance of United Systems, who knows what could happen?" finishes He'Drach with a slap to Glickek's back. "Traders? Mercenaries?" I speculate, standing up leisurely to accompany the young girl. "Hunting for evidence, like us?" |
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| SpasticReflex | Monday, 4. August 2014, 21:06 Post #9 |
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He coughs sputters then rebounds in laughter and holds his arm-set up in a challenge for arm wrestling. |
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| Hjorthorn | Tuesday, 5. August 2014, 10:35 Post #10 |
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The massive alien observes Glickek's challenge with amusement, then hunkers down and grasps his hand, applying all the strength his bulky form can muster. |
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