From the Sky
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				Title: <strong>From the Sky</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 19:14:18</strong>
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				The ship shuddered again, and again, the soldiers on board shifting uncomfortably. Their place was on the ground, guns in their hands, shooting at the enemy. Not here, in the bunk of the ship, chewing on their nails, hoping against hope that some action, their style of action, would come their way so that they could feel less useless. Some looked around, other paced, but most just sat on their bunks, making a poor show of looking calm with the storm outside. This wasn't their battle, dammit, and it was certainly not what they signed up for on this mission. The ship jolted again, the eerie silence a space battle more than a little unnerving. The ship shuddered again, but this time a decompression alarm went up. If they had a decompression problem, and knowing that the guns on the enemy ships capable of breaking through the armor, it meant only one thing: A boarding party. <br><br>What seemed like a sigh of relief went up from the soldiers, as they almost jumped to intercept the party. Guns, grenades, and environment suits were put on, armed, and primed, and they moved to where the alarm was blaring. They got there, to see an alien boarding ship stuck to the hull. Bodies littered the ground around it, both human and alien. Most of the alien bodies were small, stubby little irritating critters that the humans called grunts. Dangerous in numbers, but not very hard to kill. One body in particular drew their attention: The long, elongated features, four eyes, and powerful muscles. An Elite, hard to find at this stage of the war. Jackals, whose name explains their appearance, had also been here in numbers. One particular soldier, Marcus was his name, was very knowledgeable in Alien anatomy. He was a doctor, and a very good one too. <br><br>The alarm blared again, but this time for the whole ship. The alarm to strap in for a crash landing. The soldiers looked around at each other. This was getting serious. They reached the closest security area, and strapped themselves in. Prepared for the worst. Hoping for the best. They had a window view of where they were going to land. They had been studying the planet for a while now, and it appeared to be habitable. They looked it over now, not so sure. The brightness of the friction of the entering of the planet's atmosphere made the men and women look away.<br><br>They had a feeling that they would be seeing enough of the place when they landed. If they survived. <br><br>The ship shuddered, shook, and made all people on board want to puke. After a few long minutes of this, the whole thing shook, many, many pieces flying off, as they hit the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Sky</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 18:33:55</strong>
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				Elara watched the strange show of lights high in the predawn sky, from her vantage point on the plateau overlooking to Yo'lar plains. Her white silken gown clung to her smooth green skin in the dampness of the early morning mist, the thin fabric sticking to her chest and shoulders, then flowing down to where it barely touched the dusty ground, now and again being swept up in the chill breeze. She had come out this far to work on another one of her paintings, but painting another landscape could certainly wait, as things were starting to get... interesting... up in the sky.<br><br>Downright inexplicable, was a better way to put it. At first, Elara had been convinced that she was witnessing some kind of shooting star, but then other lights started dancing around it, then a few brief flashes and several large fireballs began to get just a little too close for comfort. The twenty five year old Tu'ul artist could only just stand there perched on the edge of her plateau, staring up at the sky in utter disbelief. She had never believed in aliens before, or spaceships, or any of that nonsense, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to come up with any other explanation as to what she might be witnessing... the movement patterns were too deliberate to be anything natural.<br><br>A few of the fireballs got entirely too close, descending in a downward trajectory that took them past the plains and behind the direction in which Elara had found herself momentarily transfixed, her long neck bending backwards before finally she had to turn the other way and watch in horror as the fireballs headed straight for the the city...<br><br>Kwiz'zal Carta, or 'The Crystal City'... so named because all the homes and other structures were grown from organic crystal, and 'coaxed' into taking whatever shape was necessary for any given function. The resulting structures were nowhere near as brittle as regular crystal, of course, but Elara couldn't help but worry what might happen if one of those fireballs...<br><br>She squinted her eyes shut and made a little squeaking noise, then sped down as fast as she could on all fours, kicking off dust with her powerful digitigrade legs, headed straight for her little two wheel buggy which she had borrowed for what had supposed to have been a weekend getaway. But now all she could think about was hurrying back to the city, and wondering what might be happening down there, hoping for the best but expecting for the worst, as Elara was wont to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Sky</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 05:45:57</strong>
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				Marcus stood as soon as the ship stopped moving, his jaw feeling like it had been broken, ears ringing, and many, many bruises plaguing him. He looked around, realizing that he was lucky. Most of the men in the room were dead, or too seriously wounded to be expected any more than a slim chance of living past today. Whatever that meant on this strange planet. He calculated, from the men moving that about a half-dozen men could be counted on to be able to put up a defensive perimeter, and perhaps go on a scouting mission. The windows had been shattered, and since none of those living were choking to death from some acrid fume in the air of this planet, he guessed that it was safe to breathe. However, taking chances was not something that Marcus was known for, so he attached the helmet of his environment suit, and helped those who couldn't walk out into the new planet. <br><br>A half dozen. Hardly enough. But there might be other survivors, he thought. Most of the men on the ship had been scientists, or of the navy, but a fell platoon of men had been deployed for the scouting mission, and about half that had been on this ship.<br><br>He looked around. The ship, even fragmented and torn to shreds as it was, was an impressive sight. Standing about 100 meters high, and half a kilometer long, it had been made for war, and for deep space exploration. And now... it was a heap of charred and twisted metal, with nowhere to go, and leaving them stuck on this planet. Marcus scowled, turning now to look at the planet that they had landed... rather, crashed on. Intense jungle growth had been seen on their scanners, but other than that, along with immense amounts of life-forms, nothing could be determined. His scanners said that the atmosphere was survivable, so he too his helmet off, breathing in the thick, humid air, and breathing out, feeling a bit light-headed. Days of recycled air would do that to a man.<br><br>He looked around to his fellow survivors, and, from the looks of it, he was now the ranking officer. <br><br>"Okay guys," He said," Let's get a perimeter set up, and bunk down for the night," The sky was rapidly darkening, and as it did, he turned to see a massive crystal formation off to the south, not too far. He looked at it, and shook his head," We'll have a search and rescue party prepared for tomorrow, bright and early, to see if any escape pods got off."<br><br>Salutes and a few 'Yessirs' were followed by immediate action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Sky</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 15:43:57</strong>
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				Elara literally willed her little buggy to glide more swiftly over the rocky terrain, sticking to the flatness of the often used path that led back to the city. The vehicle, itself, was made of black rock with veins of glowing red strewn through it, the glowing provided heat which could be conducted strategically in order to pump steam into the motor that drove the small wheels. It was tricky to balance, and even the people who had designed the vehicle didn't fully understand what caused the heat to build up in the first place. What they did know, was that it, like the crystals, reacted to their thoughts... at least, most of the time.<br><br>Speeding towards the city and the Spirits knew what kind of danger, Elara tried to clear her mind of all thoughts but her desire for the vehicle to put on speed. Fortunately, she could be very focused when she needed to be, a skill required to operate much of Tuvaki technology, even if they didn't understand all the whys and wherefores. She didn't need to know how it worked, she just needed it to work, to get her back to Kwiz'zal Carta so she could find out where that massive fireball landed.<br><br>She risked a quick swivel of her long, sinewy neck to look behind her, and another fireball landing somewhere towards the direction of the setting sun, a very disturbing correlation, the young Tu'ul artist couldn't help but think to herself. It would make a lovely painting, if it was just some kind of vision or dream, but this was <em>real,</em> something ominous and terrible was happening, she could just feel it.<br><br>It was almost completely dark when she finally made it to the outskirts of the city, and things were eerily quiet, there were no lights on and she could pick up on the lingering scent of acrid smoke. She coughed a little as she climbed off her buggy, rubbing the dust off of her smooth head and blinking as she gazed around. She wandered further inside the city, meandering her way through the alleys between vast crystal structures... she loved the city, loved her home, and hated the feeling of dread that seemed to grow in the pit of her stomach, her hearts fluttering as she started to notice signs of some kind of battle. She clicked softly, then paused when she heard voices speaking... which was unusual already since Tu'ul communicated mostly via telepathy, aided by gestures and the simple sounds they were able to make.<br><br>She hid around the corner and watched them pass her, short, stubby little creatures carrying strange tools in their hands. She stuck to the shadows, trying to creep past them, and almost succeeded when one of them seemed to notice her. Her eyes widened and she squeaked loudly, then tried to run away as fast as she could, lowering to all fours, which allowed her to run even faster... but it wasn't enough. She heard something discharge, then felt a sharp pain in her rear, the pain seemed to travel up her spine and then everything went dark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Sky</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 08:42:16</strong>
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				The night was loud. Marcus thought he had never heard such a racket. The perimeter had been set up just in the nick of time, the lights going up just as the immense, red sun disappeared, out of view in the tall foliage. Immediately, the disturbance began, animals that didn't like this new disturbance to their habitat railed against it, first with violence, attacking the electrified wall to no avail, and finally yelling at it, making an endless noise, to, in the opinion of the men inside, anyway, make sure that none inside got any sleep. The few placed to guard the camp were endlessly irritated by it. The rest were too exhausted to do anything but fall to the ground, or whatever make-shift beds that could be found, and snore the night away. The forest looked different at night, three moons, all fully illuminated by the system's sun, made the place look alive in a different way. Shadows abounded, but they moved, skittered, crawled. Even the trees seemed to come alive.<br><br>Marcus was almost glad when the giant red sun peeked its way into the horizon.<br><br>It did, and the forest calmed down a bit. But no time for wondering what caused that. Marcus long ago had decided that the team would not be caught outside the walls of the perimeter after night fall. He selected seven of the men that were in the best shape, as well as himself, to take the first scouting mission. On foot, since the terrain was unknown. They armed themselves, well, and stepped outside. They made their way to the giant crystal formations, since they passed right over them on their crash landing. This planet was getting more interesting by the second. Wild-life avoided them like the plague, and as they made their way through the dense undergrowth, signs of paths could be seen. Paths that were used. They followed these into the crystal formations.<br><br>That turned out were not giant formations at all. Well, they were, but different. These were organized. Evenly placed in some foreign, alien sort of beauty. They studied the place while they moved along. <br><br>"Looks like we scared the natives off," One of the soldiers, a brute of a man named, simply, Carl, said," No sign of anything."<br><br>"Maybe they're hiding," Another said.<br><br>"No," Marcus interjected," This place is empty. But we didn't scare them off," He pointed toward a Banshee dropship, used by the Covenant," Those did."<br><br>The rest of the soldiers immediately agreed. The Covenant hadn't even had a reason to declare war on humanity. Power was not of interest. They simply killed, destroyed, and obliterated anything related to humans whenever they could get their hands on them with an almost religious fanaticism. Hence their name.<br><br>Marcus raised his hand to halt the troops. Sounds could be heard from the east of their position, and they didn't want to be seen by those making them. Bodies of the strange natives mingled with the grunts, jackals, and Elites. The natives were good fighters, apparently. But with primitive technology, their doom, as it were. The humans took up positions, and slowly worked their way closer to where the noises were coming from.
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