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Futuristic Sotiris~ A Space Odyssey [Main Thread]

It was dark. No, not dark, empty. The Geldak stirred withing whatever confines it had managed to be put it. It was abnormal as it held no energy of its own. It was lifeless and motionless. It was terrifying. Beginning to panic the beast rocked about within its confinement. Whatever held it prisoner moved and shook, but it never managed to break. However, one quick slam of its tail and the geldak could see energy. The container was falling and the loud shatter of wood created another burst of color. Sonic energy. It was a beautiful array of silvers and whites before it vanished into the world. However, now the Geldak could see.


It was in a massive room made up of electrical energy. The light blue surge moving about without being directed by any Geldak. What was this place? It was certainly not Galos anymore. The Geldak hissed as it heard movement and looked about to see different signatures within an even larger place hidden behind another piece of electrical protection. There were bioelectrical signals, mana, nuclear, radioactive, and heat. There were so many energy signatures within this place, what was going on? Terrified of what may happen, The Geldak began to absorb electrical energy from its surroundings, it could see as sources of heat began to grow dimmer before lighting back up. Whatever was powering this place was massive and held a great deal of energies.


The Geldak let out a muffled roar as it continued to take in the electricity, storing it in three glowing blue orbs above its body. It felt a sense of accomplishment as its new chamber went dark without any signs of energy. Something either cut the connection or he had absorbed the energy. Now he had the advantage, where as the other life forms would only be able to see the orbs above its body, he would be able to see them, hunt them, and kill them. He would escape from this prison and make it back to Galos.


(The chamber is just the cargo hold, however the ships lights all did flicker during this time frame. I hope @Blood Born Angel doesn't mind me having the people working on the ship currently, turning off the power to the cargo bay as they noticed a massive increase in its power needs. Also, hope you guys are ready for a small bit of excitement.)



@Misuteri Kenshi @DrinkingGlass @CommodoreOlaf @Onyx Energy @Tahana @The One Llama to Rule All @Milus @A Mysterious Figure  @FreeSpirit
 
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The thrum of Sesler's elongated fingers across a black fabric pad strewn on the given desk was all that broke the silence of his otherwise quiet room. The report was lengthier than he would've liked, but necessary. A Trini's self-evaluating essay was something akin to a mathematical formula. No personality showed in its execution or creation. A dossier of his talents, full name, and physical attributes was followed by a summary of his history of missions he had undergone in the Guild. What he omitted, however, was his childhood. The end of his siblings or his Trini past was something that wasn't deemed necessary to share. The Paragon wouldn't mind. The display streaming from the pad's focal point closed as Sesler rolled the fabric into a bundle and tucked it inside his armoire. He could deliver it at a necessary time.


The disappearance of light in Sesler's room gave reason for him to lower his body into a crouch and pull the Dovian from its sheath, spinning his body to put his back at a corner. As it came back on, he slowly sheathed the metal once more as the aggressive glint in his eyes faded away. He was being cautious, and rightly so. The ship was struggling to keep itself running. The dark had reminded him of the cryptic vision he had seen earlier. It was obvious by now that he had electively removed the traumatic memories from himself. For the first time in years, he felt a bit of annoyance. Annoyance at his inability to remember. Sesler had obviously wanted them removed for a reason yet he tried to recover them. Was that what the mortals knew as curiosity? The Trini counterpart was a shell of fear when faced with uselessness. Nonsense, he needed to shake the foreboding off. Drawing the blade once more, he brought the pad out and placed it on his desk, the light facing the rest of the room. With a few mental presses, a blue-hued hologram display of Sesler faced him at equal distance. A computer program designed with him in mind, it offered a decent stalemate for him to sharpen his fighting abilities. For if he could beat himself (stop laughing), it was improvement.


He'd cross blades with the clone, digitalized sparks soundlessly flying from where the Dovian crossed. Sliding his own blade down, Sesler raised a left elbow to stem a lightning-fast hook from hitting his temple. Pivoting on his back foot, he drove a knee into the hologram's body before the blades lost contact, both slicing empty air. Sesler pushed his handle down with an index finger, twirling the blade to face downward in his grip. Rising his arm, he deflected a downward chop from the copy before following the attack with an elbow. The copy gripped the pointed bone with his free hand, turning it in an attempt to snap it. Sesler jumped forward on the momentum, performing a full flip in place before lashing out with his blade. The copy of the Trini expected the move, and lowered his blade to take the blow. Sesler stopped his thrust prematurely, swinging his left leg in a crooked kick against the false Trini's shin, pushing it inward. The copy fell onto the ground, landing on outstretched elbows before pushing itself back up with a spring. Sesler met this uprise with a straight punch, snapping computer-generated cartilage as binary code blood flew into the air and disintegrated. Sesler swung his upside down blade up, the metal going several inches in and up the copy's abdomen before stopping. His opposition flickered out, the pad turning off. Sesler sheathed his blade, pulling in a slight breath through his nose before closing his eyes to analyze his mistakes.


A Trini's body was similar to its mind. Logical, precise, with no extravagant needs. Each muscle was designed to stay tight around the bone and use very little oxygen. The Trini tended to breed their children with a larger threshold for electrolytes and other necessary minerals. As such, the lactic acid normally found in overused muscles was taken away swiftly. The Trini lived in a low-oxygen atmosphere, making this adaption necessary. This was why Sesler hardly exhaled visibly or inhaled deeply. It simply wasn't needed.


( @Blood Born Angel, Sesler's essay is basically an in-character way for Feo to see Sesler's character sheet. It also describes his past explorations. Feel free to make some up; you have nearly a century of different missions to fantasize.)
 
Before he had completely entered the cargo bay a women came up and greeted him on the platform. Ah, the missing member. They actually made it. "It's no problem miss Aneirin. Il- a' telwa amin aren. (Not too late my lady.) I'm glad you made it." Before he could finish his greetings the lights in the cargo hold flickered. Well that's not good. Not a moment later they were completely out. "Ugh, guys! Did you need to cut the power?" Feo called back to the engineers. One of them shouted back that there was a surge in the energy consumption and it needed to be cut off. Fine. They would just have to load in the dark it seemed. "Everyone part of the crew just get in. We're almost ready for takeoff." Feochadan walked deeper into the cargo bay, when he noticed that there was still light in one of the corners of the room. His eyes narrowed, and he continued to move forward keeping an eye on the blue glow that seemed out of place.


He was several meters away from the light source when the lights came back on in the crew quarters and upstairs recreation rooms. That was good. The power consumption was isolated to only the cargo bay. He put a hand on a plasma pistol holstered on his side. It was a very unconscious movement. He didn't feel any immediate threats, but there was a tingle on his spine that made his arm move toward the weapon. Feochadan had been in many odd situations and it was a reflex he could not grow out of. That was probably for the best though, as the creature lying in wait for the oblivious man would not go easy on him.


[@Kiroshiven @FreeSpirit A short post for once. I'll save the long ones for bigger plot stuff. I'd like to see how fast you all are when given more freedom to post. XP Also, I enjoy Selser's personal plot growth @Milus, but feel free to jump in down in the cargo bay if you wish. There might be a commotion about to start.]
 
[COLOR= blue]“It’s no problem miss Aneirin. Il-a’telwa amin aren. I’m glad you made it.”[/COLOR]  She had meant to offer him a hand shake for formality but then she caught sight when the light flickered. She knew what would come next, then it all went black but not for Khalee. She could still see a bit clearer than an average sotiran. She saw the paragon moved and she slowly followed, "Everyone part of the crew just get in. We're almost ready for takeoff." She didn’t want to appear like a leech, sticking to the captain but there’s nothing much she can do for now.


She was a bit far from where he stands but she could see what Feo had seen. Slowly, she approached him. It most unlikely that there would already be enemies or anomalies on the very first day but it’s not impossible. Then the lights came back but the light still remained and she knew that the captain had seen it too as he put a hand on his pistol. As they go near the light source, she slowly put a hand on his shoulder. Just giving him a head’s up that she’s there but she doubt it that Feo haven’t felt her presence earlier. She nodded at him and looked ahead to where the light is coming from.


@Blood Born Angel
 
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Logan straightened up at the little blobs silence and scowled as he stepped inside the ship, ducking to not scrape his head on the roof, the massive suit barely fitting inside as he struggled down the hall, and into the cargo bay. As he stepped inside, the man was once again confronted with the sight of the crystal creature, He looked it over for a moment, standing silently in the doorway, then stepped inside the spacious room and straightened. He glanced around a bit and shrugged, sitting himself down by a stack of boxes, flipping his visor down and going into the darkness of his suit, a safe haven almost. Almost. But a prison it was, at times he had to remind himself of that. He was used to being treated like cargo, like a gun or cannon to be deployed, and redeployed. The guild had made quite clear the minute he was disabled or not mentally fit to cope with battle was the minute he would be terminated. And they gave that little shit trinity the kill switch for him, Logan made a mental note to find out where he would be sleeping, it would be difficult to "sneak" anywhere in the bulky suit, so he would have to make up some reason to speak with his parole officer, but that wouldn't be hard. Make up some nonsense about his conscious bothering him.


Sleep took him as soon as he closed his eyes....


Logan ducked, lasers whizzed where his head just had been, men screamed and called for help, their limbs flying, intestines smeared, skin burning. His men. Logan was seeing himself from the outside, a young lad with long black hair and a handsome face with one scar down his face. No suit, but a decorated uniform and a mandatory side arm in hand, he had been dressed for a captain briefing in the camp where he had been camped. But they had been attacked, and so they caught him in a soft cotton uniform with his few medals at that time on display. He had found his little cluster of men among the chaos and they had managed to fight their way to a trench which had been dug, there they were being picked apart. The little cluster made their way along the trench, one after another getting gunned down. Logan lead in the front, chest puffed out, screaming out orders, the image of a captain. Which is probably why he took a sniper round through the shoulder, tossing him like a rag doll to the ground. He screamed and tried to inhale but his stomach would not let him, the shock of actually being hit flooding over the young captain. One of the experienced soldiers ducked and wove along the trench until he made it to the heavy machine gun nest. He leapt up on the machine gun and opened fire on the incoming enemies while the rest of the squad either helped Logan or fired on the enemies already inside the camp. Logan would never forget, the very last enemy with his last breath throwing a Spiker into the machine gun nest. The little ball exploded and the brave soldier which had manned the gun lay on the ground, shards of crystal sticking out of his stomach, chest, and eyes.


Logan awoke with a roar, which was suppressed by his suit, and his chest heaving and falling, tears streaming down his face. The dream coming to him once again, and his brain analyzing it, realizing that had been the last battle before he had gone home to his family.
 
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After greeting Capt. Feo, Kaz glanced over his shoulder. He saw Logan, the tall colossus of a soldier, introduce himself to the captain, taunting Kazper with an imitation of his voice. What’s that guy’s problem? He murmured to himself. The young medic knew in this vast universe of brutes, blobs, and beasts alike, there were bound to be some individuals that clashed with others and it was in Logan’s stature and demanding presence that Kaz saw much power. Whether that power would be used for good or bad, Kaz would have to wait until later. At the moment, Kaz didn’t like this guy’s energy; the fact that they would have to share the same living space for about 120-some days didn’t add much to it either. Even still, Kazper wasn’t one to hold ill feelings for anyone. It just wasn’t him.



Kazper wandered past the cargo bay where the Fraxil had claimed the massive space for his own. With good reason, he wasn’t sure if the crystal creature could fit anywhere else. Chuckling, he walked past and continued down the corridor, making his way towards the living quarters. The interior of the ship looked a little better than the roughed up exterior or at least Kazper thought so. He passed the deck, engine room, a door that probably led to the artillery, and finally, going through automatic sliding glass doors, what he was looking for: the infirmary ward.



Inside, the familiarity of everything brought peace to Kazper’s mind. It was in the whiteness of the walls and beds, the powerful sterile scent, and the shine of hyper-metal equipment that brought memories of medical school back to him. There at, Lau Lapua School of Medicine, Kazper learned a lot of things while encountering many difficulties and trials. Difficulties and trials of which really brought out his weaknesses and revealed to him his limits. However, it was also there that he honed his skill as a physician, sharpened his abilities in the practice, and ultimately found himself and what he wanted to do. Here, in this room, he could help people and maybe in one way or another Kazper could improve the quality of life for every life form that walked through those sliding doors. Here, he would contribute what he could to the world, in the same way Miro Karlos looked out for him.



Kazper left and brought himself to the crew’s quarters. He chose the first room on the port-side, seeing that it was still unoccupied. With a simple metal bed and matching desk, the room was far from luxurious. Kaz dropped his bag at the foot of the bed and sat down on the end of it. Looking around, he wondered where Captain Feo used the guild-sponsored funds because Kaz was certain it wasn’t here. Within five minutes, Kaz was uninterested in the dimensions of his room and sought after an activity to occupy him before they actually took off. Closing the door behind him, he noticed that someone had already picked the room next to him. Not seeing any harm in making his presence known, he figured he would at least make an acquaintance with the person who would be his room’s neighbor.



Knocking on the door, Kazper chimed in the most neutral way he could,



“Hey, it’s Kazper from the room next to yours. I was wondering if you could help me find the Common Room?” 



He figured maybe the inhabitant may have passed it on the way here. This maze of a ship definitely had many routes here and there and the chance that he/she had seen it would exist. Suddenly, the overhead lights brightened intensely. They flickered as if the ship was undergoing an electric shock or some other intense pressure. Then, they went out completely, plunging the quarters into darkness. Kazper froze, uncertain of what to do, when the lights came back on, to his relief.


 
“I’m going to check out what happened.” He said and turned to go towards the cargo hold. The ship and its corridors weren’t less confusing than before, but somehow Kazper found his way there in a short amount of time. Captain Feo and some others were facing the same direction, focused on something. This something was definitely interesting enough to catch everyone's attention. But what was it?
 


@Misuteri Kenshi Here I guess I'm inviting your character to check out the cargo hold. I don't want to miss the action that seems will unfold soon. But it looks like things are going to get interesting here!!
 
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Logan stood up, the suit grinding and squeaking as he stands, and he pulled the hand cannon which had previously been hanging at his hip. The massive suit's blue glowing lights shone through the cracks in the armor illuminating it in the complete darkness. He glanced down at the medic who re entered the cargo hold and growled, "You see anything?" squaring the massive shoulders of the suit and loading beer bottle sized bullets into the massive hand cannon calmly, the hilt of his blade untouched at his hip. The suit was scanning the room and assessing all whom where inside, "Threat detected!" It beeped as it came across the Fraxil, but Logan ignored that, and continued his scan. Logan proceeded to pull up a map of the ships interior and located the main power conduit, mapping a rout to it as he awaited the medic's reply.
 
She was relaxing into the bliss of music when the lights went out. She opened her eyes and stared around, unplugging her headphones from her helmet and stood up. The lights flashed back on, blinding her momentarily as she tried to understand what had just happened. "Damn lights..." She muttered, now turning to the voice outside her room and headed towards the door, pulling it open to see a man standing there A part of the crew I imagine she thought. His head was turned face the corridor towards where the cargo hold was located. Sighing to herself softly, grabbing her helmet and putting it on before stepping out into the corridor. This time it didn't have the same comfy feeling to it. "Did the ship blow a fuse or something?" asking the man who stood before her through her helmet. The man didn't respond and just headed down the corridor, presumably towards the cargo hold. Looks like a teen She thought.


When they reached the cargo hold the huge brute in the heavily armored suit was there, which was quite unnerving since the lights has just gone out a moment ago. She followed the teenager, which suited him better than a man in her mind, when the brute asked the teenager a question. His growling voice instantly made her jump, even though she had heard him twice, closer up was much more scary than she first thought. Must make a mental note not to piss him off....and not to talk to him either She though as her eyes wandered around the cargo hold, seeing no one else in the vicinity.
 
Sesler had closed his eyes and darkened at his quarters, sitting at the foot of the bed. Flashes of thoughts raced back and forth, analyzing everything he had observed over the past day. Minor things, such as the pattern of pedestrian movement during rush hour or the time it took to traverse from his home to the hangar. Mental facts that didn't necessarily help him in the long run, but nonetheless built an awareness of his surroundings. The light blackout experienced earlier was still on his mind as he stood once more, opening the armoire. Tucking his sheath under the white overcoat, Sesler took the writing pad into hand before concealing it inside the fabric.


Stepping out of his quarter L, Sesler crossed the catwalk with the calculated gait that never changed or wavered. Taking several steps down, he reflected on the idea that the cargo bay was devoid of most lighting. The Fraxil he had earlier seen reflected what little light it could, guiding Sesler to the bay. He could see little beyond his commandment and crewmates. But, a Trini wasn't clairvoyant. Sometimes, a question was needed. "Paragon Feo, is there a known cause to the anomaly." Perhaps a crass quality of the Trini is their voice. Sesler much preferred telepathic communications, as his verbal voice lacked true emphasis on any word. It was cold, making his questions sound like statements. He was one of the later members to arrive in the bay.
 
C.A.R.A. ended up heading to her room, interested to see what her quarters would be like. She didn't have much in the way of personal possessions, as she didn't usually require food and water, considering the faux blood and organs inside her were both for show and for sustenance. She knew that if trouble arose, her hard drive would notice and eventually start dissolving the matter for power. Finding her quarters, she entered the room, noticing its simplicity. There was a single bed, a wardrobe and a table, all in plain greyscale colours. Cara didn't mind too much, however, as she intended to be exploring everything and everywhere fully; resting being one of her lowest priorities, at least for now. 


She placed down the small bag she had attached to her belt, and took out a small hairbrush and a smaller bag full of memory chips and USBs, which she hoped to use to obtain as much information about, well, everything, as possible. She left her other possessions on her person, and placed these two in the wardrobe. She also took out several articles of clothing, useful for keeping up appearances, and placed them neatly beside her hairbrush and bag. She didn't necessarily need to change clothing, as her clothes were designed to stay clean, fresh and comfortable no matter what conditions she was in, however she doubted anyone would want to communicate with a human who never changed their clothes.


Suddenly the lights flickered, making Cara's head jolt up in surprise. I desperately need to improve on resisting my reflexesshe thought to herself, but before she could go back to her unpacking, the lights went out completely. Well, that's presumably not preferable. I should go and see if anyone requires assistance. Cara stood and exited her room, looking down the corridor to see if anyone else was there. She saw the back of someone just turning the corner, in the direction   of the cargo hold, and decided to follow. Upon getting there, she noticed a few people; the gruff man in the huge suit of armour, the younger looking guy, and a girl. Further on down the hall her sensors detected two others, presumably also investigating.
 
Logan turned, seeing the others enter the bay and snarled, "Anyone see anything?" Not waiting for the teens response, his suit monitoring those who entered the room, and checking the known species heart rate, eye movements etc. As he asked them, he moved towards a few crates and put together a make shift table, he gestured for everyone to gather round who was there and awaited for a response.


@A Mysterious Figure @Milus @Misuteri Kenshi @CommodoreOlaf @Blood Born Angel
 
Shard was in the mess hall munching on a block of quartz that had been given to him by the chef. It seems that the S.P.G. had already been prepared for Shard's unnatural eating habits whenever he DID get hungry. Luckily the quartz was good quality and gave shard quite a bit to work on within his body. He started to slowly form a cage over his central core. It would take a few years for him to develop this fully from now, but in time he wouldn't need the SPG armor and he could return it. He wolfed down the last of the stone when the lights began to flicker.


The power shut down and Shard remembered the dark feeling he had from back in the cargo bay. "Oh No" Barreling down the hall, Shard seemed like a beast on the war path and several of the crew got out of his way. Even in the cargo bay he shoved his way to the front, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, but the blue glow from the corner left him unable to fully adjust. It was either see in the dark or see in the light, not both. "Paragon Feo" Shard spoke as he stood beside the man and looked down at him. "Any idea what we're dealing with?" He asked softly and looked to the others that had all gathered round. The cargo bay was massive, but the entirety of the crew he assumed would be exploring coming? That was a bit over kill huh? He shook himself as readied to bring up a wall in case something attacked.



The Geldak watched as different energies walked into the room. First were two primarily bioelectrical sources. They weren't Norn or Calthan but their shape was similar. It was frustrating to realize that there were things outside of his home world. He readied to lob one of the orbs when more sources of energy flooded in. There was a large source of heavy electrical energy and then bioelectric within it. It was a different color and it had several more other attachments. A small figure of similar energy to the first two carried different chemical energies with it. One more of these appeared and the Geldak started to panic just from the sheer NUMBER of energies approaching. 


The last three energies to enter intrigued it the most. The first was a low energy output being. Signals were moving fast, but they weren't strong. It was likely something that functioned on the signals themselves, but the signals left nothing more to them. Then pure electricity came into the room. The being was like an endless battery for the Geldak and it felt the need to strike, but it held back as it saw the mass of mana storm in. This being was large and posed a threat as mana was difficult to predict and see how it would be used. The whole while silver sprays of sonic energy emerged from each one. The creatures were talking, but the Geldak couldn't absorb any of the energy in order to understand it. It would have to strike first and ask questions later.


One of the orbs fell and rolled down the Geldak's back into its tail. The Geldak let out a roar as it flung the ball of electricity towards the group, aiming for the mana beast and the first two that entered first. The second orb quickly followed and flew out as well. This time it aimed for the beings with heavy electrical involvement. If it could get close enough it would steal energy from the two. Lunging over the stack of potential energy in front of it, the Geldak rushed towards the way the beings came in. It needed to get to the sources of electrical energy outside of this now depleted room.
 
Logan grunted as he ducked, his suit locking on to the orb of electricity and beeping, immediately entering combat mode, the face guard came up and his hand cannon began to whirr at his hip. He returned fire by chucking one of the large crates at the approaching attacker. His brain scrambled to identify the creature, flashing through his past experiences and came to the conclusion he had never fought such a beast. He assessed the situation and stepped in front of C.A.R.A, drawing the massive broad sword which had hung at his hip, the dull grey glow from the laser which made up the blade added to the illumination of the room. He took his stance, the sword's tip almost touching the ground beside his heel, the hilt facing his enemy, ready to bring it up in a slashing upward movement if the beast came closer. The blood in his body was rushing, the adrenaline pumping, this was what he lived for, the roar of battle. As he did this the suit began reinforcing its self with the battle plate, the heavier sets of metal being brought forth to the surface and locking into place, in this form the mech would have much less speed, but much more power with each strike, and durability. 


The suit beeped in his ear, analyzing the situation and taking in the other organisms life signs, but the sensors were confused by the whole creature not sure what to make of it, trying to find a way to combat it. The plates would take a moment to be brought into place, leaving him open to attack, Logan knew this, and so prepared for his defense, the crates posing a obstacle, and his sword ready to slash it across the chest should it decide to assault him. Slowly Logan felt the ice cold air of the cargo bay seeping into his skin and flooding his nostrils, much different then the cigar scented eighty degree Fahrenheit air which he was almost always surrounded with inside his mech. This would be one of the few times he was actually exposed to air, in the change between at ease, and battle mode. The two pectoral plates would move aside and expose his actual body, the rest of the mech frozen in place, sword at the ready, Logan had to grit his teeth as he felt himself being lowered so the new visor could adjust, and his eyes worked to adjust to the dull light of the cargo bay, watching the creature leap forwards. His suit, and C.A.R.A happened to be right in its way between the doorway and the rest of the cargo bay.


As his face was exposed to the air he roared to the others, his gruff voice grinding against and bouncing off the walls, "Get the fuck down!"


@A Mysterious Figure @Kiroshiven  
 
The prevelant epitome of silence inside the room seemed off to Sesler. He looked up and above to where the lights once were. Dead, lifeless, with no light running through them. Cut off by faculty after a surge of activity. But where was the recipient? The length of the room did not match the timing of his quarter's blackout. The timing was seconds off. No, his lights should not have been disables. The power was rerouted. All too suspicious for Sesler. What he feared was any form of electrical outburst. As such, he kept the Dovian sheathed in the prelude. It would otherwise shock him if such an event occurred. So, Sesler took several steps back and splayed his fingers out in front of his face as he assessed the room. Each member, sporadically fannws based on where they came from. Feo and another from the bay. Others, like himself, from the quarters. Shard, from his own residence, and Logan, whom he could not place immediately. Rolling the hands into fists, Sesler looked beyond the bay and back into the surrounding hallways. The lights were dimmed from the recent loss of flow, but not out. An anomaly.


An anomaly that proved correct as a sphere flew towards the hulk of Logan and the fixture known as Cara. The mortal brute prepared himself like a shield, drawing the blade. He didn't have to worry about being shocked. Another flung towards Shard, albeit differently maneuvered then the first. Logan yelled his recourse after a wordless roar rang out and a small creature climbed from a concealed location and into the suit's direction. Immediate escape was not Sesler's worry. His own self-defense was one of many concerns.


A Trini lacked any form of stimulant in their blood in tense or excited moments. Every second passed like the last. What they had, instead, was a mind of budding energy. Mortals did as well, but if one were to trace the frequencies of a Trini thought, they'd find a high rate of waves. Simply due to the lack of absentmindedness. Sesler honed himself to guard his mind from foreign invasion at a young age. Trini were mind-crackers and it was a necessity for survival. The mortals, in all of their achievements and ambitions, did not grow up in a world where their minds were battlegrounds. Perhaps it was this that made Sesler wary of electrical damage. His mind was wired similar to a power circuit. He had defenses, but Sesler wasn't immortal. The orbs were seemingly benign, yet no doubt intended to harm. Evident by the mad spur of the unknown creature. Covered in a strong hide, Sesler couldn't simply grab it nor did he trust using the blade. His mind, hands, and feet were his weapons.
 
The roar wasn't ear deafening but definitely loud enough to make heads turn quicker than usual. The strange orbs were spotted first, two of them. flung towards the group Oh fuck.... . Her first instinct was to duck for cover before any of the orbs hit them. It appeared the man in the suit had the same idea before he returned fire by throwing a crate in the general direction of the attack. She had managed to hide behind one of the crates feeling her heartbeat racing fast as hell. She slowed her breathing until her heart slowed down again. She was ready to fight this thing before realising one small thing. Looking down, she noted that her gun was still in her room. Shit She thought to herself. Peeping around the edge of the crate, the man in the suit had decided to barrage his way towards the attacker. For the first time, his voice sounded different, almost normal than mechanical. She also spotted the other girl Cara, she thought her name was. A few seconds later it struck her how strange that Cara didn't bring any weapons onto the ship. Strange it may seemed but she couldn't just automatically assume that she was defenseless.


Shaking away from the idea, she re focused onto the battle and noted that the creature had now decided to do a full on attack against the man in the suit. A stupid idea in the first place to attack something that's practically made out of metal. She had to give it points for being ballsy enough to attack him. No way in a million years would she attack him in any way shape or form.
 
A freakish roar sounded from across the cargo bay, accompanied by a very bright orb of light traveling towards them at a threateningly fast speed. Kazper dove for the ground as the orb rocketed toward them.



“What the hell is that thing?!” Kazper exclaimed, training his eyes on the movement in the dark. He could see now, even from a distance, that across the cargo bay was a winged reptile-looking creature with a clearly agitated face. The medic had seen many different life-forms in real life, even more so in documents and book manuals. However, Kazper didn’t recognize this creature from anywhere and from anything he had seen. How did anyone not see this creature in the cargo bay? Was anyone paying attention? Kazper furrowed his eyebrows, shook his head and took a defensive position behind a wooden crate nearby. Flicking the guild-issued pistol to ‘Safety-off’, Kazper tossed his pistol to the girl who had followed him from the crew’s quarters. From the expression on her face, she looked like she needed a weapon and she definitely would be able to use the weapon more efficiently than he could.



    “Captain!” He yelled over the commotion. “What should we do?” Kazper continued to watch for movement. Right now, there was a hostile creature in the cargo bay and he hoped everyone was not hurt. He was medic, sure, but the ship had not even started its journey yet and he had hoped he would only have to offer his services until later, if even he would be required to. 
 
 
With the cacophony of the battle that had started from within The Sojourn's hanger there were quite a few onlookers and curious bystanders. It was odd enough that the cargo bay had gone dark, but it was even stranger that there was so much yelling. As the ball of energy streaked toward Feochadan and his companions, and another toward Logan and the others gathered near him there wasn't a lot of time to think. Fortunately, he didn't need a lot of time to analyze. To Feo, the room started to move in slow-motion. His eyes focused on every detail he could in the faint light around him. The first ball of energy's trajectory was aimed for Shard, the creature seemingly deciding he was the immediate threat; however, it's second blast went toward Logan, and the creature itself lunged in that direction as well. With this in mind Feochadan took cover by spinning to his right behind a large wooden crate, his gun drawn up beside his head in a heartbeat.


"Everyone get in cover! Try to detain the enemy, not kill!" Feo's shout rang out in the hanger clear as if he had spoken in complete silence. "Kazper, shut the cargo bay and lock us in. It's hydraulic so the power outage shouldn't have an effect on it." Looking at Shard Feo had the urge to try and push the creature out of the way of the energy ball, but he doubted he could make the monster budge. "Watch out for that, Shard!" Feochadan released his pistols safety and the core of aetherium gave off a soft hum and glow as it powered up. If the creature had shot at Shard first, then it deemed him a threat, but refused to engage directly with him. From Feo's perspective Logan was just as big of a threat as Shard, but to the creature there must be something different about the two. Could it have something to do with their physiology? Shard was a big rock for the most part, Logan was a man in a suit. Maybe the suit? Why though? "Don't let that thing close Logan!" Hopefully Logan would follow his order not to kill, but if the man was gonna get eaten or something then he really couldn't blame him. He'd have to see if he could do better then that though.


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The suit's plates locked into place. The inside lights were now tinted red and a powerful whirring was audible, the thicker, bulkier plates now completely in place and ready for combat. It was go time. With his actual body now securely in place, the suit leaped to life and met the creature, sword swinging towards it in a broad stroke, the massive blade making a gray blur in the air as it was swung, the laser emanating extreme heat and energy. Logan had to wonder at the creature, what were those orbs it had thrown? How had it been able to shut down the power? When he heard the commander's shout he replied through gritted teeth, "On it cap!" The creatures movements were what interested Logan, very jerky, but precise. It would be like trying to cut a lizard in half as it was running around in circles. No easy task. Then again, Logan did have the hand cannon at his hip, which one good shot from that would blow a average shield sized hole in whatever it hit, most everything which had taken a blast from it had fallen apart shortly after.


Logan's ears roared and his face was hot with anticipation of a good fight from the beast, he was a bit of a softie for the old stories of heroes and monsters, and this was what he lived for, the lone hero facing down the serpent. He would have preferred it greatly if no one else had been in the cargo bay, so he had less liabilities, but nothing he could do about it at the moment. He had a monster to slay. The total darkness except for the little illumination from his suit and sword was uncomfortable to say the least, but a little darkness never hurt anyone. Logan said, "Well aint you a pretty looking feller!" As his sword approached the beast and he got a good look at it.
 
C.A.R.A. gasped as she caught sight of the creature, something she had never seen the likes of before in her short lifespan. She simply had to find out more about it, and began to scan it, even as it threw energy balls, one of which was heading straight for herself and the man named Logan. She could vaguely see people running about, and Logan's suit shifting and changing around his body through the haze of blue coding scrolling past her vision, but she was more focused on absorbing the files on this mysterious yet incredibly fascinating creature. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for her life, there seemed to be very little information on the Geldak, as she found it was called, and regaining her bearings, she heard Logan yell for everyone to get down. Finally noticing the danger in her position, she let out a squeak and dived to the side, rolling and ending up behind a large pile of storage crates. Even after this potentially threatening event, she was eager to read her new files, and dived straight in, the information flooding her hard drive and momentarily blocking her senses to the world around her.
 
Shard watched as the glow suddenly rose up as if lobbed. With no time to think he grabbed hold of the ball of electricity and felt the surge of pain as it coursed through him. The pain was excrutiating as he held onto it, keeping the explosive object from striking anyone else. Sard let out a massive roar as he slammed the orb into a crate, watching the it disperse and bounce around. Steam rose from his body like he'd been thoroughly cooked as the metal plate protecting his chest fell off with sparks jumping between Shard and the metal.



The Geldak saw it. The silver whisp like energy of sound. It crashed into it asthe Geldak began to process it. LanguageIt though as it finally started to comprehend the situation better. These beings were talking to one another.


the Geldak watched as heat and electricity surged from the being in front of it, the electrical ball it had thrown earlier crashed into the wall sending out ramndom strikes of lightning to whatever was metal and close. The Geldak's eyes followed the eletrical energy source as it rolled away, but returned to the combination in front of it.


More words reached it as the being spoke. It felt like a challenge and the Geldak was glad to oblige it. It roared as the sword started to move. Two energy types made up the blade, kinetic and laser. Lasers weren't as damaging as the physical aspect and the Geldak responded. "Kinetic." It finally spoke and it absorbed the energy that kept the blade moving at a high speed. This enabled it to duck under the weapon. Now it had a new energy type to work with.


Leaping away from the machine creature, the Geldak released the kinetic energy in a massive pulse. Crates went flying or shattered and everything in the cargo would feel like it had just been hit with the force that the enemy had swung the blade. "Electric." The geldak stabbed its tail into the blue orb above it and began to absorb it. However, it stopped short and bolted through the door towards something it sensed.


Something was going to explode in a massive amount of heat. It heard more energies panic at the sight of it and even more ran away. However, some that ran away mentioned a DS Drive or something was about to explode. As much as the Geldak wanted to kill everything, it needed to survive as well.


It made it to where it sensed the immenent explosion and stuck its tail into the drive. "Heat." It spoke quietly as it started to remove the heat energy that was building at an incredible rate. A massive red orb hovered above the Geldak as it waited for its next shift. "Explosive potential." It spoke once more, its voice sounded like a multitude of computerized minds talking at once. (Think harbinger from Mass Effect). A bright green and red orb formed above the Geldak as it seemed content with its work and paced back into the hangar.


"Explosion prevented." As the sonic energy it absorbed earlier became more a part of it, the Geldak quickly started to understand these people and in turn lost some of its aggression. Three orbs hovered above the Geldak as it watched the signatures before it. It could now give their own distinct feel and flux with its energy. The Geldak recognized individual beings instead of just masses of energy.
 
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The glisten of sparks showered a golden light as it flecked around the conflict. The sudden exposure to the oxidized air made the bluesteel Dovian material shudder and vibrate. Sliding the Trini weapon from its brown sheath, Sesler tossed it aside in haste. His eyes followed the creature amid the light cascading down. Whether or not the energy would severely harm Logan and Cara was prevelantly underneath what Sesler was struck by. The left side of his body shuddered as his shoulder rolled back from a wall of force. Taking a step back to keep balance, Sesler placed a hand against his side to stem movement. [SIZE= 16px]A Trini, in its logical and examinational state, views pain as a sensory observation of their environment. Outward expression is ideal when it is needed. Sesler assessed each point of damage as the nerves flaired. A bone in his ribcage had split from its original position. Restricted his upper body movement to a degree. Breathing agitated the nerves until Sesler willed it to silence. He remained silent, keeping his hand over the rib and growing bruise.[/SIZE]


The creature spoke the common tongue. No more than a simple word before disappearing. Pursuit would lead to his death. It was obvious where the power had gone during the blackout. Whether it was a means of weaponization or consumption had yet to be discovered. Perhaps both. And yet, the creature only uttered the names of energy forms so far. It explained the reason behind the violent impact into his midsection. And yet, the Paragon wanted to detain it. Rarity and curiosity was a burning passion of the mortals. The unknown animal reappeared soon as Sesler slid his one foot forward, raising his hands and lowering his body on the back knee. Curving his wrists forward, Sesler kept his fingers loose in the stance. Similar to an arachnid's rigid joints. It spoke of a prevention of an explosion through a guttural tone associated with man-made machines. "Keep away from it. The entity is capable of harnessing the surroundings to its advantage. I believe it is prodding us into a trap."


Sesler looked at the eyes more than anything. They reflected the orb hovering above it, similar to the destructive objects of earlier. Yet, a lack of organs designed to focus on any particular object. Does it perceive light? Did it perhaps use the energy to see? Or was there another sense at play? A dissection would be rewarding. But, Sesler would not break orders. Though killing it would spare him the headache. His schedule, so elaborately planned to the minute, now thwarted. It agitated him, parlaying to his limited mortal tendencies. Prison subdued such thoughts long ago, yet his dissatisfaction fought against the regime. He would have to stay awake and recalculate the next month. Move his scheduled meals or training sessions. He had failed as a Trini. On his planet, he would've been executed. Sesler should've known better, known that any organism is capable of maliciously pulling electricity from a docked craft. No mechanical failure could pull some power and diminish over an area. Wiring systems followed math where animals did not. A stupid and flawed oversight.
 
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The captain spoke in a clear voice that cut through the chaotic exchange between the unknown creature and the rest of the team. Kazper sprinted a dozen yards towards the cargo’s hydraulic console. Sliding a lever down to its lowest point, the massive cargo bay door began to shut, darkening the hold each passing second. Now there was no escape for the lizard creature… and maybe that was a bad thing for the team. He turned just in time to see Shard bring his crystal hand to the energy projectile. Electricity jumped from the orb and began flowing around his body, vibrating the crystal and sending brilliant light waves to illuminate the hold. The orb lost its momentum however and Shard was able to divert the energy to nearby crates, dispersing its power throughout its contents.



Kazper winced, seeing the expression on his face turn from surprise, to pain, and then to anger. the creature and Logan leapt at each other, meeting each other in the air. In one swift motion, the creature absorbed the energy of the blade coming down and left Logan’s sword without its kinetic effect. The creature’s next move, a release of that harnessed energy, sent various crates and items into the air and away from it. The crew did their best to dodge as everything went airborne, but Sesler was caught in it. No expression of pain was shown on the swordsman’s countenance, but he brought his hand down to his ribcage, where damage was probably sustained.


The Geldak escaped through a door and the cargo bay was left in a tense silence. Kazper ran to Sesler, asking him,



    “Are you injured?” Kazper’s eyes went to the man’s hand covering his ribcage, “I should take a look at that.” The Trini didn’t seem like he was in any pain, but as a medic, Kaz wasn’t going to take any chances. Suddenly, the creature returned and Kazper turned his body in cautious response. “Explosion prevented.” Were its simple words. Common tongue? The ability of the creature to speak in a language understood by all, despite its origins being pretty much alien to them intrigued him. Kazper said nothing, and instead turned his attention towards the rest of the crew, who might have sustained injuries. 
 
 
Feochadan watched his group carefully along with the enemy as he worked his way closer between boxes and the metal pylons that held up the catwalks. Shard hadn't had time to dodge, and instead took the ball of energy head on in a very painful display. When Logan's sword swiped at the creature, he heard the words, "Kinetic." What? It could speak common? No sooner had the words been spoken then the creature had swiftly dodged the blade, and from it came a pulse of pure force that knocked crates and people alike away from the monster. Feo had ducked for cover to prevent any debris from hitting him, and came up with his gun pointed in the aliens direction. It was too late to shoot though, as it stopped it's absorption of the electric ball above it and darted down into the belly of the ship. Where was it off too? Feochadan made his way more toward the center of the group, putting himself in between everyone and the doorway and watched as the creature emerged with three new orbs of a new kind of energy. "Hold it there." Feochadan didn't point his gun at the creature again, but it was raised toward the ceiling just next to his head. "Logan, get behind me, eyes on the target. Everyone, if you can take up positions around me." If the thing lunged again, he would have Logan ready to drop it in less then a second; however, he was a bit more curious now. As well as cautious due to the display of power it had shown. It must have been what drained the energy from the cargo bay. "You can speak common? If so, what are you? When did you get on the ship?" An interrogation was in order, as long as the creature remained calm. It was an odd switch from aggression to this mild temper it assumed. And that energy... It said explosion prevented... was that energy from the DS Drive? Could it feed off of any energy source?


With the cargo bay shut and all of them now sealed inside, there was a small amount of distress from the workers outside that were suddenly cut off and left hearing odd noises from within. When a remote activation of the cargo bay failed the overseers reported in the situation. As everyone inside the ship dealt with the hostile alien, SPG soldiers gathered on the platform and waited for their commanding officer. Every so often ships had landed in the hanger with different potentially dangerous situations at hand. To regulate this whenever a ships doors were sealed manually it's system would register it as "Quarantined." Blocking all remote access until a ranking officer entered a passkey. As the guild had explored deeper into the universe, many things like this occurred over the years. However, this time it was a little different. Feochadan was a Paragon, so there were no officers outranking him that could enter a passkey to open the cargo bay back up. So, there was only one person who could lift the quarantine, and as Feochadan questioned their stowaway that person entered the hanger in an especially foul mood.


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[This is everyone right? Right? I need to like, actually write all your names down somewhere. I keep loosing track. XD]
 
The information transfer was short, and C.A.R.A. felt disappointed when all she received was the creatures name, a few small details about its abilities (which she had already seen with her own eyes, so that data was basically obsolete) and its body structure, composition, and measurements, which were indeed the most fascinating things she had read about. The Geldak seemed to be made of energy itself, and her researcher was going crazy trying to match the creature with other files and folders, to no avail. Returning back to reality, she gasped to find herself sprawled out on the ground. The flashes of pain suddenly hit, as her hard drive analysed the points of impact and created the sensations using electrical pulses to the affected areas of her body.


Slowly standing up, she realised that the Geldak was gone, and the crew were all slowly gathering together. The Trini seemed to be injured, perhaps from the same blast that had hit Cara, and was being questioned by the medic, whose files showed his name was Kazper. Looking around, she saw that many, if not most of the crates and supplies that were in the room were shattered into wooden splinters, or crushed under each other. The crates she had been hiding behind were now scattered across the room, some scorched from the energy, while others were half crushed and in pieces.


Looking down at herself, she couldn't see any significant damage, but her back was throbbing. Checking her data, she found that she had been lucky; the crates, instead of breaking into splinters and potentially penetrating her skin, had only been thrown back by the attack, hitting her from behind, which explained the pain. There was no proper injury, however, and so she knew the pain would go away after a few hours, or perhaps she would reprogram her hard drive to get rid of it earlier, considering the dangers about.


The Geldak reentered the cargo bay, and the doors closed and sealed, locking the group in with the creature, who seemed calmer, however it had three new balls of energy above it. Cara joined the group, and upon hearing the Geldak speak, her eyes widened and the information entered her data file almost immediately. The captain started to interrogate it, and Cara smiled, seeing something she could help with. "The creature is called a Geldak, and it seems to be made of energy itself. I believe it possibly feeds off energy, or can harness energy from the world around it for use. Perhaps even both," she said.


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Sesler was in the midst of formulating his new regime when Kasper approached his left flank, eyeing the covered rib. The Ranger was medically inclined, formally trained. Only by guerrilla experience did Sesler know what kind of wound he had sustained. "I have been injured, yes. A fracture along the left quadrant of my torso, presumably the encasement around my lungs and heart." Sesler's eyes didn't focus on the medic, however. It still peered into the orbs of the foreign entity. What thoughts ran beyond? Primal emotion? Mortal thinking? Or perhaps something closer to the mathematical structure of the Trini? "I shall suffice until a to-be determined time. I apologize for my lack of preparation." The aide turned his attention back to the bay where the organism had reentered. Taking his hand off of the ribs, Sesler would kneel to pull his Dovian from the floor without bending his body in the slightest. Sheathing it once more, he'd take calculated steps to the left of Feo's arch. Three and a quarter meters separated him from the cluster of the organizing crew. He had no words to give for the situation. It all depended on the creature's sentiency. A desire to eliminate the problem still burned in his mind, much like his rib. But there was something more inside his brain. Another presence. Closing his eyes for a few moments, he'd grip the Dovian handle with white-knuckle force until the fit passed.


His mind still fought the restrictions placed on it years ago. Sesler's genetics were always at war with each other. He planned on taking his medication until the Geldak appeared. Reaching into the white overcoat, his long fingers unbuttoned an internal pocket and grasped a single blue pill, small in size. Quickly swallowing it, he'd twirl his wrists to alleviate the built up tension. The headache abated. A great asset to the scenario was that the creature had dulled in its aggressive tendencies. Perhaps it was afraid, unaware. Or maybe it learned that it was outnumbered at the moment. What cage would be needed to restrain it? Something beyond simple electronics, no doubt. It could not be trusted during Rift Travel. Did it sleep? Would a supply of energy reduce the need for rest? An interesting subject. In Sesler's subconscious, he finished a month-long game of Relio.


Relio was a home world game concerning twenty pieces of varying specialties pitted against one another on balanced teams. Each piece had a set of moves in a direction on the hundred square board. On a player's turn, they had the option to move some while using the abilities of others. Rushing units could move before using their offensive capabilities. The Trini were fond of the tactile challenge. Sesler was a slow player, methodically planning every scenario before moving. Course, being a lone Trini, Sesler only played against himself.


The Paragon wanted his answers, questions darted with care. Sesler held his input, gripping the blade with his left hand while looking into the Geldak's eyes once more. A cold, unmoving stare as he perceived the instincts he had scarcely seen displayed. "You may examine my wound once the entity is removed from the equation."
 

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