Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May
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				Title: <strong>Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 22:54:47</strong>
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				(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/Romanadvoratrelundar.jpg)<br><br>There had been the Tharil rebellion at first. The freeing of those suffering involuntary servitude, the underground railroads, the attempts to steer the newly free away from acts of violent revenge. The finding of a new planet, the forming of a government, trying to contain the power struggles, the petty squabbles, the schoolyard nonsense that people, any people, come out with when they are trying to live together.<br><br>The wonderlust hit early and so she had set the little dog shaped mobile computer to stand watch over the growth. Using only relatively low tech local materials she had managed to build an articulation frame to hold the shatterfry beam and the dimensional stabilizer. With the small piece of material that she had been provided it should have taken over a thousand years to grow and form and be ready for use. With the application of the force growth technique the new Type 40 Travel Pod was ready sixty three years after it was planted.<br><br>Romanadvoratrelundar was grateful for the chance to escape the Tharils by that point. She had grown weary of their squables, weary of those who would seek power over those who would prefer to just live and love and enjoy life. Weary of their war and their struggle with their own nature. She needed a holiday, she needed a vacation, she needed a new purpose. Finding a charged vacuum emboitment, likely left over from the Great Vampire's flight from N-Space, was a task she could sink her teeth into. Having stocked the newly grown Type-40 with all the things she could see herself needing, she set out on her next great adventure.<br><br>There were planets and ships and moons and asteroids. There were creatures of light and energy and thought and matter. There were living plants and metals and giant space hamsters... There tears of pain and tears of joy. Fun and misery. Friends and enemies.<br><br>Her second bodily generation, using the regenerative facilities provided for in a Travel Pod didn't use any of those available to her people, was caused by a stray arrow shot by a primitive hunter who had mistaken her for some of the local fauna. She was considered a god there for several weeks while she recovered from the strain of the process before moving on.<br><br>She had developed quite a name for herself in many parts of E-Space before she located the CVE she required to transit back to N-Space. It was a miracle of luck that, due to her pod's connection to the Eye of Harmony being somehow severed several years previously. The area of the local galaxy that the rip in space/time was orbiting was located next to a spacial rift that she had located and was using to re-fuel.<br><br>Transiting through the CVE caused a massive power drain and she was forced to once again seek a rift, locating one, thankfully, on a nearby habitable planet. Materializing in an old half buried seemingly ruined city of dark black buildings, Romana set about opening up the engines and fuel tanks to soak up the rift energ. She then set to donning a nice warm long coat and stepping out to see where she had emerged back into normal space.<br><br>The city was eerie, quiet, and seemingly quiet dead. There were, here and there, melted stones and other evidence of the employment of some kind of directed heat weapon. Wandering deserted overgrown streets the Time Lady looked for clues as to who the people were who lived here and as to where they had gone to. There was a slight breeze that blew through the broken and scarred landscape making all manner of strange sounds. When and where was she? Her new Pod had the downloaded database information from her old friends original Type 40, but not a lot of the ancillary data. She needed a fix on her current location so she could plot her course home and find out just why the Eye of Harmony was no longer transmitting power.<br><br>She turned down another cracked and broken street, trees, vines and shrubs growing up from cracks in the smooth dark shiny stone slabs. It was so quiet, no birdsong or animal noises. Just the wind and her own footsteps. Surely even after all this destruction there would be some survivors?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 16:41:34</strong>
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				The planet had never recovered from it's invasion. Half of the population had been slaughtered, and what remained were those who had fought to survive in the ruins of a once thriving city. It got worse each day, there was less food, more risk of someone turning on another, more risk of the monsters who caused this returning... Hell, there was even a risk that the native creatures would return. They had been mutated by the radiation of a crashed ship countless years ago. <br>There was no hope, only survival. And why survival even mattered at this point as beyond those who fought for it. <br><br>He gripped his old, barely functioning gun. It's leather strap dug into his shoulder, but he needed to keep it close. Just in case the others came. Voraax looked out from the crumbling wall he was hiding behind, brandishing the gun wildly, before ducking back down. It was dark. It was always dark these days. Their eyes had adapted to it. They were yellow, thin. And his reflexes matched. Quick, agile. Well, one needed to be agile to survive. Voraax and his people had been human colonists, once. But adaptation to their new surroundings had passed on through generations, not to mention the subtle influences of radiation. He was the fifth since the invasion happened. As a result, they had developed a thin layer of fur. It kept them warm in the cold, harsh surroundings. Voraax's was grey. Unlike the others, he had a tail. A thin thing that was bandaged with cloth from when he had tried to cut it off. <br><br>Once again, he wildly looked into the street, looking for any sign of his enemies. Everyone was an enemy these days. He had become a lone ranger. Wearing nothing but a stolen, torn vest top and stolen, brown trousers, streaked with blood. <br>What surprised Voraax this time was a figure. An unknown figure. Walking. Just... Walking as though they weren't aware what they were walking into. His grip on the gun tightened, and he aimed it at the figure. <br>'Who goes there?' He shouted. The figure looked thin, and he figured he could take it easy should he have chosen the wrong decision. He had the gun. This was his territory. He wasn't prepared to let some stranger waltz onto it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 22:16:12</strong>
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				"Who lurks there?" Romana peered into the gloom. That answered that question. The translation matrix was working correctly at least. She was wearing what could only be described as utilitarian work clothes, which was all that had been available when she was stocking the new Travel Pod. There were a good number of rooms and things still to be grown and the matter replication systems were very much not online yet. It would likely be another few months at least before she had the luxury of choosing a new outfit that hadn't been designed for a young female Tharil.<br><br>"You can come out, I won't harm you. You are quite safe with me." She thought about K-9, who was back on the ship using the scanners to update the local database methodically. It was a task very well suited to him and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, which was handy, it kept him from trying to follow her around all the time. His fussy little voice was fine for the first hundred years or so, after that it started to grate more than a little. "Well, come on. Lets see you."
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 14:48:02</strong>
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				Voraax narrowed his eyes as the feminine voice assured him he'd be safe. He didn't trust her. It could easily be a trap. He knew better than to accept the words of a stranger. But she seemed unarmed. He placed one hand on the crumbling wall and hoisted himself over, stepping out into the street to reveal himself. He was tall, emaciated, but hopefully his appearance was still enough to make him seem a threat. He kept the gun aimed at the female, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot if need be. 'Who are you and what are you doing in my territory?' He asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 17:37:28</strong>
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				"Oh, I'm just visiting." Romana replied in an offhand manner. A gun of some kind. Why was there always a gun of some kind? Well, it fitted with the local 'destroyed city' motif, so should she really be surprised? Not likely she reflected. "Just an explorer, not from around here." She gave him a careful going over with her gaze, managing to look casual and at ease while also being careful not to startle him. "Whom am I addressing, oh and put the gun away you silly thing. I'm not interested in any kind of violence."<br><br>From the second floor of a badly bombed out building about forty meters away two strange figures lurked. One looked like she had been crossed with a rat, buck toothed, long legs joined the wrong way, claws, ears, patchy light grey fur, black eyes. She was furtive, mostly naked, but well armed with short blades. The other was a young man with ram horns and cloven feet who otherwise looked mostly human still. He held a bow which was currently being drawn back. "I can hit him from here Senik. Then that pistol of his is ours. We can eat him."<br><br>"Wait, he's talking to someone. Your hearing is terrible. Didn't you wander what he was doing out in the open?" The little rat like woman chided. Romana was out of their field of vision from their vantage point and Voraax, if he kept walking towards her, soon would be as well.<br><br>"I'm hungry. We haven't eaten anyone for days." The ram headed man complained, "Lets just have him dead then we will have full belies and more firepower."<br><br>"Wait." Senik hissed, "Use your head, we don't know who else is there. Could be more trouble than its worth. Maybe he's not alone anymore? Two days of stalking made useless if that's the case. Can't risk that gun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 17:54:27</strong>
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				'Visiting.' Voraax repeated. He glanced down at the gun, and then up at the female again. Not interested in violence. Was that a joke of some kind? He couldn't risk it. It had been a long, long time since he had trusted anyone. He barely knew the meaning of the word these days. <br>'How can you be visiting? Nobody comes here. This is a dead planet. Dead, thanks to those bastards.' He spat onto the ground in bitterness. 'How did you get here? What brought you here?'<br>There had once been rumours, so he had heard, about support from a far off planet. Nobody came. Nobody ever came, though the rumours still circulated. Some had thought the support had been hijacked on it's way over, some had thought they were unable to land or get in contact... But most knew the truth. That there was no support. Nobody cared enough to help the inhabitants back when they had first been invaded, and nobody cared now. <br><br>'And the gun stays. I'm not a fool. You may not look like one of us, but I'm damn well going to treat you as if you were one of us.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 18:02:06</strong>
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				"So what caused all this?" Romana asked gesturing about carefully, still not moving from the spot she was in, "Looks like there was a fair amount of heat and concussive force. What species are you?"<br><br>Senik's head kept making quick little movements as she followed the conversation, "Visiting. Not from here? From where? Not one of us?" She glanced at her ram headed companion, "Wait. Opportunity here."<br><br>"Hungry." Ram head groused bitterly, drawing back the bow, "Too hungry." The arrow was loosed and flew. Missing lodging itself in Voraax's head by millimeters as he stepped forward. The passage parting his hair.
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 18:24:37</strong>
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				He had been about to answer her when he felt a breeze fly past him, and the dull clunk of something landing beside him. Voraax turned to where he presumed it had come from, aiming the gun up. A noise, akin to a cat's hiss, came from his mouth. There was someone up there. All he could see was a vague shape that looked like a head. <br>'Show yourself, you fucking coward!' Voraax shouted, pressing his finger into the trigger of the gun. It fired a few shots, and then seized up. 'Fucking thing...' He muttered, fighting to try and get it to fire again. 'Were you involved in this?' He glanced towards the female, a furious look on his face. 'Should've known it was a fucking trap...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 21:09:04</strong>
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				Romana had jumped back as the arrow flew past, then taken the distraction of the creature firing wildly at the building to duck behind cover.<br><br>"Get down you idiot." She called out to Voraax, "When under attack you don't stand around in the open."<br><br>The young man with ram horns was staring at the cauterized flesh where his left arm and shoulder had been. The shot had been a glancing one, enough to take off his arm and shoulder, and a large chunk of liver and some lung with it. The superheated flesh around the wound was cooking its way through the rest of him rapidly and he could feel himself dying but was in too much shock to comment.<br><br>"Noooooooooo!" Senik screamed, wanting to clutch her mate to her, the heat driving her back from the ledge. The stone that had taken hits had absorbed a lot of the energy of the weapon discharges and was melting, giving off vicious amounts of heat. Driven mad with grief and rage she stood and took a flying leap down the fifteen meters or so to the ground. Her legs, like those of a jumping mouse, took the force of the landing easily. In mid flight she had pulled a pair of two foot long daggers from behind her back and now took to charging at Voraax screaming.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 21:24:16</strong>
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				He knew that. Of course he knew that. The surprise of the shot had caused him to lose all rationality, all concept of survival. It wasn't until Voraax found himself staring at a rat-like female who was running at him, brandishing two daggers, fuelled by want of revenge, had he realised the mistake he had made. <br>Out of desperation, he continued to fight with his old gun struggling to try and get it back to working order. He didn't want to run. Running was for cowards. This was his ground, he could defend it. <br>With a sudden click, the gun shot it's trapped shot down at the ground. He jumped backwards in surprise, and blindly fired at his attacker, rushing his defence.
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 22:04:54</strong>
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				The shot missed, but the searing heat of the collapsing stasis field holding the bolt of plasma in check caused Senik to flinch as it passed by her head. "AHHHHHHGGN!" an agonized scream, and her charge ended in her barreling headlong towards Voraax with her hands going up to her face, her eyes, which were looking whiter than she would usually like them all of a sudden.
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 22:38:44</strong>
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				Voraax stepped backwards from the rat, firing a few more shots. 'This is what you get for stepping onto my territory!' He shouted at her. <br><br>(Urgh, that's pretty short. Just give me a shout if you need more to go on, but it's all that's coming to mind for now.)
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 22:46:52</strong>
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				Senik fell smoking and dead with a hole where a significant portion of her torso should have been. The heat was terrific, fierce, the rest of her running and pooling, clothes burning, her blades glowing white hot.<br><br>Romana, having watched all of this had set to softly and quietly exiting stage left. Moving through cover away from Voraax in the direction of her travel pod. It should be more than re-fueled by now, and well, she had seen more than enough of this sort of thing already.
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 23:01:55</strong>
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				He looked over the fallen body, and spat down at it. This was the first attack he had come under for some time now, and he'd almost forgotten the most basic rules as he had been taken by surprise. What an idiot. The blades would've come in handy, but they looked hot, and he wasn't about to risk his hands by testing them. Besides, his shots would've attracted attention. He needed to get out of here.<br><br>Voraax turned to where the female had been hiding, only to find her gone. She wasn't going to get away that easily. He still wanted to know how she had gotten here, what had made her come to this decaying planet. Besides, she didn't seem a threat. She could've easily helped&nbsp; his attackers if she wanted him dead, and if it was a trap she would've joined in.<br>Gun in hand, finger on trigger, ready to fire, he moved swiftly into where she had been hiding, and off, hoping to be going in the right direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 23:13:58</strong>
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				It was a few minutes later that Voraax came around a corner cautiously and a voice above him called down. "Really, after all that do you really think I want you to follow me?" There was a strange high pitched electronic sound. The figure of the woman from before was stood up a short flight of stairs, she was just putting something small thin rod like and metallic back in a pocket.<br><br>"You can point that thing at me now if you like. Its disabled." It was abundantly clear that the least she could have done was render his pistol non-functional to protect herself. "You are following me around like a lost taffleshrew for what exactly?"
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 23:48:03</strong>
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				'You're not a threat.' Voraax stated, rather obviously. The high-pitched sound had hurt his ears, causing to pull his face. He looked at the gun. He didn't feel a need to try it. There was likely to be no need for it anyway. 'You're not a threat, you won't be treated like a threat. And you didn't answer my questions. How did you get here? What brought you here?'
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 00:41:58</strong>
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				"The spacial rift." Romana smiled, "Its located about three miles under the ground, but there is enough rift energy at the surface to allow me to restore my craft to full power. Now, quid pro quo. What happened here and when?"
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 00:52:20</strong>
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				Her response made no sense to him, but Voraax nodded all the same. Fair was fair, and besides, he was hardly in a position to argue. He was unarmed, and this female had some sort of thing that could disarm guns, and he doubted that it's uses stopped there. 'An invasion. A long, long time ago. I don't know details. A ship crashed, didn't help the situation... I don't know who invaded, wasn't born at the time. Big monsters, the rumours say.'
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 00:54:26</strong>
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				The woman nodded along at this, "You were fighting those other two because?"
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 00:59:21</strong>
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				'Survival. You fight, or be killed. I have a gun. I killed it's previous owner with my bare hands to get it. If I didn't kill them, they would've killed me.' Voraax said grimly. 
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:01:53</strong>
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				"Sounds grim. Well, sorry to hear that and all, best of luck with it." Romana turned and headed deeper into the ruined building, intending to leave out of the back of it and circle back around to her travel pod. She had seen enough violence for the day. This was supposed to be a short fuel stop on a barely inhabited planet after all.
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:15:43</strong>
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				He didn't want to hear that. She had a ship. She had a way off of this planet. A way off of this hellhole. Voraax had no idea what he was doing as he followed the female further into the building. As she had said earlier... Why would she want her following him after his display earlier? <br>'Who are you?' He blurted out. 
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:22:09</strong>
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				"A traveler." Well since he was asking questions, she paused in the middle of a reasonably intact meeting room of some kind, the walls and floor blackened and scorched. What little furniture there was long ago picked through and or used for fuel. "What species are you? What species were your assailants?"
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:32:23</strong>
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				'I don't know.' Voraax shrugged. 'Mutants is the term I've heard. There are people who look like you, sort of, somewhere. I don't know what they are. I know they're all the same. None of them can be trusted.'
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:37:04</strong>
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				This caused a nod, "They all look the same. Mutants of what though? That's..." There was a slight groaning sound and the floor collapsed under where Romana was standing, taking her with it. She found herself sliding down a angular shaft into darkness, trying not to scream or cry out, till she came to rest in a very dimly lit space a good few minutes after her fall.<br><br>"Oh great. This is how it starts." She stood up and tried to dust herself off, reaching into a pocket she pulled out a ring and slipped it onto a finger, twisting the gem on it slightly produced a nice bright beam of light she used to sweep the space she was in. Dark, dingy, cobwebbed it might be, but the banks of some kind of high technology ranged around the walls spoke of some kind of intelligence at work in the creation of the space. 
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 01:55:39</strong>
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				Voraax stepped backwards as he watched the female fall through the floor. He could've left her and gone to find her ship. There was no reason to stay here, for all he knew she could've fallen to her death. But for some reason he felt compelled to look, to give her support. She was the only person to have talked to him longer for a few moments without pulling some sort of weapon out at him. <br>So when he found himself looking down the hole, he could scarcely believe what he was about to do. <br><br>He took a dive down the hole, and down the shaft, wielding the gun in front of him. It was probably still disabled, but it was more a comfort than a weapon right now. With a thud, he hit the floor at the end, rolling over as he felt it against his front. There was a bright light filling the strange room, and he hauled himself to his feet. The light was a strange sight to him, it was so bright. <br>'Why is that so bright?'
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 02:03:21</strong>
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				"So I can see where I'm going when I need to." Romana pointed out, she turned around slowly, "Why are you still following me? You should be looking for something to eat, you are just skin and bone." She turned and stepped over to one of the pieces of old technology. "Odd, I have seen something like this before I think, but I can't place where. The light was played over the panels slowly, she pulled a long thin metal rod with green accents from her pocket and waved it over the console, there was that sound again, if lower pitched this time around. She held the rod up for a few moments, not looking at it but seeming to concentrate on something. "No power. Picco tech very advanced. I have seen this before. But where?" She stepped over to what appeared to be a door, found a panel next to it, waved the silver thing at it, "No power. Okay." The noise again, a hatch opened under the panel and the rod vanished into a pocket of her coveralls.<br><br>Romana reached into the hatch and pulled out a number of metallic objects, putting them together to form some kind of handle she started to pump it up and down. There was a loud groaning noise of long forgotten metal and slowly, very slowly, the door began to slide to the left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 17:19:54</strong>
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				The concept seemed so foreign. Voraax had spent his life in a permanent night-like world. It hadn't bothered him, he could see perfectly down here where the light wasn't touching. 'I don't know why I'm following you.' He muttered, pulling a face as he heard that strange sound again. It was different, not as high pitched, but it still hurt his ears.<br>The female talked to herself, most of what she said made no sense. The sound filled the room again, and this time it did something, and he watched as she pulled out some objects and formed them into a handle. There was a loud groan, and a door, presumably very old, began to move.<br><br>Never in his lifetime had Voraax seen anything like this room. The panels, the design... It was so... Foreign to him. And it was well preserved, considering. It hadn't suffered much, if any, damage. <br>'Are we underground?' He asked. Everything at ground level was destroyed, yet this was not. It seemed logical that this wasn't on the ground level. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 19:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. We are on a ship. Its buried here. Likely from before the city was even built." The door slowly, oh so slowly, ground open. The sound of metal on metal, the protestations of it, were loud to their ears. Dust rained down around the edge of the door frame. Eventually there was a gap wide enough to see through, then to squeeze through, then to walk through.<br>Beyond there was a corridor, arrayed like the room they had been in, and similarly dark, yet not covered with such a layer of dust. There were faint lights here and there on the walls and ceiling, greens and blues, just here and there. Romana swept her light over things. "Power is still on here. Just need to find a console and we can work out who this ship belonged to."<br><br>Stepping up to one of the walls she pressed a few buttons and was rewarded with, nothing. She tried a few more and again, nothing. No response at all. "Okay. There was a noise at the other end of the corridor, a door opening, well maintained, a large heavy metal object moving almost effortlessly.<br><br>Framed in the doorway were three figures. Dressed in white, attractive, female, all the same, silver dreadlocks, each one holding some kind of weapon in their hands. The three regarded Voraax and Romana cooly, "Do not move. You are unauthorized." The one in the middle speaking. The other two strode forward with purpose and took hold of the two intruders. "You will come with us for interrogation."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 17:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voraax nodded, though he was quite surprised to hear that this was a ship. How the hell could there be a ship under the city? This city was incredibly old, even before the invaders came. He couldn't help but cover his sensitive ears as the door opened. Give him gunfire any time...<br>Blindly he followed the female through the gap, gripping his gun tightly. He was guessing it was still disabled, but it might come in handy he figured. They found themselves in another room, that didn't look covered in dust. He looked around, looking from light to light. It was artificial light, obviously, but it was still light, and he found it fascinating. <br><br>Another noise pulled him back to reality. Another door. And then three other females, this time armed. Voraax began to raise his gun, but one look at the weapons they had suggested he would only come off worst in any fight they may have. Reluctantly he lowered it, only to find one of the females taking hold of him. <br>'Get off of me!' He growled and struggled. He wasn't prepared to go without a fight, it just went against his instincts. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 20:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two intruders restrained and Voraax's gun taken away before the middle figure, whose dreadlocks had black tips, stepped forwards. "You." She pointed to Voraax, "Are a native. A victim of the genetic damage caused by the bombardment of this planet by your enemies decades ago. Mutagenic weapons." There was no trace of emotion in the voice, just something cold and hard, like the expressions on the faces of the three.<br><br>"However you." A gesture to Romana, "Not native. Bi-Vascular system. Internal organs of a configuration known to us from two individuals encountered many centuries ago and logged in our data banks. You are potentially useful."<br><br>Romana glanced at Voraax and then back at the apparent leader, she recognized these creatures, what they were, but they were a little different from before, all the same, the power pack on their belts missing. They had learned from the previous encounter it seemed. Though they didn't recognize her due to her regeneration. "I will not help you if you harm him." She spoke up strong and clear with no trace of fear in her voice.<br><br>The answer was immediate. "You will help us or we will harm him." The leader of the group addressed the other two, "Take them to the holding cell. Secure them."<br><br>They were lead through into the main part of what turned out to be a buried ship, there were few lights on and it seemed like the whole thing was in a state of disrepair. It had clearly been a very long time since the vessel had wound up underground and longer since the spares were available to affect repairs to the vessel.<br><br>The holding cell turned out to be an old storeroom. The shelves had been stripped of anything useful and a simple mechanical lock and physical bar added to the other side of the door. Voraax and Romana were pushed inside and the door closed and sealed behind them.<br><br>Romana turned to Voraax, "Well that's another fine mess you have got me into." Romana commented dryly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voraax found himself unarmed as well as restrained, and he growled until he found the other figure, obviously the leader, step forwards and speak to him. He didn't respond. All he understood of what the female had said to him was that he was a victim of the war, and that he was a mutant. Two things he knew already.<br>As for what she said about the other female... Well, all he understood there was that she was useful, and not native. One of those things he knew already.<br>To his surprise, as much as she appeared to dislike him, his new found friend, if one could call her that, appeared to be on his side. It was clear here that he was useless in this situation. He was way out of his depth. <br><br>Right now, though, they were both as useless as each other as they were escorted to a holding cell and locked inside. <br>'I've gotten you into this?' Voraax shook his head and dropped to the floor, settling beside the wall. 'You were the one who walked without sense through a crumbling building. I'm not responsible for this.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:38:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just something an old friend used to say." Romana smiled, "To keep spirits up. It looks like the Movellans out there are stranded here. This ship has been here a long, long time. Long enough for a city to be built over it and everything else that has happened since. They have moved on a bit since I last saw them and some of the more obvious weaknesses that we used last time are gone." She smiled a little, "Well, we will just have to find or make new ones eh? What do we have? A sonic wand, our wits and charm, our good looks and one tail. I am sure there's a lot we can do with all of that. Oh, not to mention one dog whistle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Hang on. You know these people?' Voraax paused, and for the first time, he smiled a little. Well, it had been the first time anyone had claimed that he had good looks. Perhaps this female wasn't so bad after all. <br>'And another thing. I don't know your name. You didn't want me harmed back there either. Why?' That was also another new concept to him. Perhaps he could trust her after all. 'And... Why a dog whistle?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I told you not to mention that." Romana deadpanned, knowing as she said it that the joke would likely be lost on him. Still, it at least amused her.<br><br>"I am," they could be being overheard and she would rather the Movellans didn't know that she was the same Time Lady they had encountered before, "Smith." It was a good enough name for now. "I do know these people, well, these machines. I have heard of them before. They are all androids, last thing I heard they were in a major galactic conflict with another major power. I would imagine that this group crashed here and buried their craft for protection while they could affect repairs. They tend to bury their ships. They ran out of spare parts or otherwise were unable to effect repairs and were trapped here. My arrival could tip the balance towards them making their ship worthy of flight again, only we don't want that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 14:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voraax tilted his head in a confused manner at the first thing she said. Mention what?<br>At least she moved on quickly, giving her name. A rather strange name, but, well, he couldn't comment on strange names. 'Alright, Smith... Good to meet you.' He nodded. 'Androids? Robots? They look nothing like robots.'<br>There were several remains of what he assumed to be androids in the destroyed city, but they were metal. These so called androids looked just like Smith here... Humanoid. <br>'Why does your arrival change things? If they needed spare parts, I am guessing you could not just conjure them up. I don't see how, if that is the case, you being here changes anything.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 16:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They are logical to a fault, that fault being when they run out of parts they can't find ways round problems. Bypassing a damaged system that is outside of their protocol is alien to them. They have no creativity. Whereas, not only do I have such, but I know a fair few things besides. Possibly enough to get them going again. Do we really want to do that though is the question. When they weren't fighting the Daleks they were as bad as they were." Romana shook her head a little, "Better to look for a way of escaping. The first opportunity we see we grasp with both hands."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 18:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That made a little more sense. Voraax nodded, though he didn't recognise the name of the species that she mentioned. Either way, he assumed they were bad, otherwise she wouldn't have brought them up. <br>So it was down to escaping... Escaping was something he had experience in, and so he was fairly good at it. Though he was used to escaping from creatures similar to him, not androids who were likely superior in every aspect.<br>'If they are robots... I assume they are superior robots, and would not be affected by something as simple as a high pitched sound?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 18:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If they were being overheard mentioning her sonic wand could well be a bad move, "Yes, well, not everyone is adversely effected by sound." She had been moving around the room, pushing on things, investigating here and there, she hadn't found any camera's, but that didn't mean there weren't any. It wasn't likely they were being overseen or overheard given that this wasn't a dedicated holding room and had been re-purposed but she couldn't rule out that possibility. The air vents were tiny, of course. It spoke volumes that they were even there at all. Clearly the Movellans relied partly on organic assistance in this new incarnation. Assistance that would have likely died during the battle or on impact. She herself would rather not become a part of their new regime.<br><br>"So, since we are trapped here together for a while tell me about yourself." Romana continued to move around the room investigating things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 21:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'There isn't much to tell you, really.' Voraax said as he trailed his hand over the floor, watching as she surveyed the room. 'I'm Voraax. I don't know how old I am, though I have few memories from childhood these days. I work alone, unlike most of the others in the city. I used to be part of a gang, but that ended rather badly. I like guns, as you're already quite aware. A gun is a sure fire way to stay alive, and I have been incredibly lucky. Though those who are not skilled in the art of survival do not last long. I have that skill, mostly due to my body type.' He shrugged. 'That's about it, really...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 22:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guns. Yes. Horrid things. Tend to kill people. That one of yours? Superheated plasma bolt constrained in a tensor field? Very nasty. Banned on most worlds of course. Causes unnecessary suffering. Though to be honest that definition covers pretty much all guns really." She stopped in front of a panel on the wall ran her hand over it, "Very slight vibration. Interesting. Do you feel that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 15:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'I like guns because they keep me alive, not because of the suffering they bring. Weapons are a necessity. There is always somebody who wants to kill you, and if they want to kill you usually they are more than capable of doing so.' Voraax crawled over to her, and rested his hand on the panel. He nodded. 'Yes, I feel it. What is it?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Transendental dimensions in real space - Griff and May</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 17:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Could be any one of a number of things. Its hard to tell without more information." She straightened up, "Makes me wonder though." She straightened up pulled out her sonic wand and held it up, there was a slight noise, she made a face as if she was listening to it. "Okay, no microphones or camera's. That's good. She knelt at the panel again and used the sonic to probe the edges of it. "Definitely some kind of power conduit, the whole things old though, rusted shut. They haven't done anything to keep this room up to specification clearly. Lazy Movellans." She worried at the panel for a while with the probe and it came loose, she handed the unexpectedly heavy lump of metal to Voraax, then dug around inside the wall. <br><br>"Power conduit. Some kind of jerry rigged system. Using the rift energy? Naughty. What worries me is that the Movellans shouldn't have the brains to do this. They really must have had someone working with them. Maybe not all of whoever that was did die in the crash after all. Though surely they would have by now."
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