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Wings of Steel: Explorers of Thule (Open RP)
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Lady Amora, Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Aellis Shard
Pressing a red hued fingernail against her chin Amora shot the draenai a dusky smile and purred. "You have my gratitude, Kalraevanda. Where shall they meet you?"
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Lady Amora, Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Aellis Shard
"They'll be there." She frowned sullenly and began tracing circles on the arm of the throne. "You know, you really must come visit one of these days. I'd be sure you'd have a queen's welcome."
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Characters:
Mishka, Jack Pytheas Carter
Location:
Azeroth, Departure Zone
Pytheas ghosted after the pilot like his shadow, the three remote droids bobbing along like ducklings following their mother.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Lady Amora, Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Aellis Shard
"Mmm." Raising her arm Amora waved dismissively. "Thank you Kalraevanda. I will be looking forward to it." Her eyes suddenly flashed with mischief. "Oh, and when you do come, wear the red number." A tap on the throne and the screen closed.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Lady Amora, Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Aellis Shard
"Well," Amora intoned regally as she turned her eyes to the two men. "That's that then. Run along now," she giggled making a shooing motion with her hands. "Off you go to conquer my new world."
Once more Virgus swept into a bow. "As you will, my lady. We shall not fail."
"We go," Castus declared bluntly as he turned away and descended the steps.
Amoras watched Virgus hurry after his brother. With a creak the doors groaned open and, in a moment, closed behind them. She clasped her hands upon her lap with eyes aglitter like black diamonds. "Yes," she whispered. "Go. Go my knights. Go forth and bring my banner far." Her hands stretched forth beseechingly to the ceiling, a feverish gleam in her eye and lips curling in a sickly smile. "Fight for me. Bleed for me. Kill for me. Live for me! And finally, die for me!"
With a shriek of delight she hugged herself and squirmed upon the throne, giggling gleefully in the open throne room. She would be doing so for some time.
"Castus!" Virgus cried, sprinting to keep up. "Castus wait up!"
The wall of steel and muscle that was his brother did not pause. Not even the doors to the landing pad provided an impediment, the muscular swordsman throwing them open to the twisting darkness of the nether born sky. Finally catching up Virgus grabbed his brother 's shoulder.
"Brother!"
Virgus gasped as a hand garbed in metal grabbed his own in a titan's grip. Jerking it high Castus turned about with a swirl of his cape, his simmering eyes boring holes in his twin. Virgus met those eyes steadily, his gasp being one of surprise rather than pain, for though the grip was firm, it did not squeeze. "What. Brother."
"Castus," Virgus said slowly. "Think about this. Do you really want to go? I know how you feel about leaving her here alone. I can go alone."
"No," Castus intoned.
"What?"
"No brother. You will not go alone." Castus released his hand and turned to the shuttle. "I fear her alone here than I do you alone out there."
Virgus failed to reply. He could only stare at the broad back of his twin. He had still failed to find something to say when the ground raced away beneath the shuttle and they were in the air.
Characters:
Mishka, Jack Pytheas Carter
Location:
Azeroth, Departure Zone
"Right down this hall. This one here. Right along this way," Pytheas declared brightly. He bounced down the hallway, chattering all the while. "The whole upper level of he ship is for the crew. All of it. Lower area was for the freight. Filled it up with things we'll need. Lots of it. A whole lot. In here though, this is it. Tada! I-oh!"
A solitary round room filled with monitors, their screens displaying the world around the ship through various cameras. A ladder descended from near the wall leading to the observation tower. Beeping lights and switches filled the room. Two leather padded chairs sat in the two corners, and on one of them sat a figure in tanned robes with head bowed in meditation.
"Hello Kasmed."
The Templar inclined his head. "Ah," the man said in a dull, blank voice. "Py-the-as. He-ll-o." The hooded head slowly rolled towards Ten. "And-who-is-this?"
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Post by
morginar
Characters
: Mael'awyn Ithaladar
Location
: Azeroth, Departure Zone
Mael, striding inside the corridors of the ship owned by Pytheas. The elven lady had been stalking like a spider in the dark after Jack and only now did she walk up to him.
"So, where is the sleeping quaters?" She asked as a pair of fingers taped mr. Carters shoulders for his atention. "Ah, thought I might see one of you lot." She spoke as the eyes spoted the templar.
Post by
Persen
Captain Albright
Azeroth's departure zone /
HSwMS Hammer
The
Hammer
wasn't a particularly beautiful ship. Nor was she really hammer-shaped. While her underside was nearly flat, her back arched smoothly and gave her an appearance more like a flattened slug. A really heavily armoured slug.
The massive ship hung freely in the station's docking clamps in an outside bay on the departure station. She was much smaller than the truly huge bulk freighters and the more luxurious passenger liners, but still dwarfed most vessels on the station. More importantly, she was the newest warship in the sky. Compared to her predecessor, the Eagle-class cruiser, she was smaller, as could be expected from a frigate, and faster. More advanced in every way. She carried enough firepower to flatten a city in minutes and enough stores to last three months without restocking.
The captain sat at his desk, holding the sealed envelope between thumb and index finger. The Navy was traditional, believing paper, ink and wax to be more secure than digital information. He was inclined to agree.
Thus, he reached for the tool of ancient design that was a letter opener. Extracting the contents from the envelope, he unfolded the two typewritten sheets and eyed them through quickly once before thoroughly reading his orders.
As expected, space trials. First in orbit around Azeroth, then deployment to Draenor for further testing of the ship and the crew while patrolling the area to counter illegal activities, standing by for further orders.
Post by
Atik
Perk
Azeroth, Departure Zone
Perk made his way aboard the ship, glancing around curiously. It was small, almost cozy. It reminded his of one of the first ships he had been on; a tiny stolen recon ship.
R-120
Azeroth,
Durotar Barracks
To call the massive military building's location Durotar, as its name suggested, wasn't entirely accurate. More precisely, it was several hundred miles above the former zone, even its lowest levels hanging above the ruins of Old Orgrimmar like an oppressive cloud.
Drones zipped along this area of "Old Azeroth", constantly scanning and sending information back to the base. They were not controlled by independent AI, but rather driven by a much more advanced computer within the Barracks. And, as a result, droids or other AIs plugged into the systems were usually more than capable of accessing the drone's cameras.
R-120 thought for a millisecond, checking datalogs for how long he had been plugged in like this. It had only been a few months, but with a super-computer for a brain, that could feel like years. He watched through the eyes of the drones as they floated above the ruined landscape, ducking through caves and buildings, gathering information.
One drone came to his focus, the flying machine coming upon a large creature. Roughly ten feet tall, with long tentacles for hands and facial features obscured by bulging growths all along its scaly form. Clips like this were marked by the computer to not be viewed by the lower-ranking mortals who reviewed the footage, the mere sight of such monsters being enough to give even the most trained soldiers months of nightmares.
The Faceless One clicked curiously, reaching up to snatch the drone out of the air. The machine was too fast however, flight programs triggering and causing it to take evasive action before rising high above the creature's reach. A roar echoed out, like a gurgling, choking sound that was also marked by the computer not to be viewed.
R-120 stuttered for a nanosecond, a drone suddenly being downed while he focused on the previous encounter. Looking back, and rewound the stream of information, focusing on the footage that had been suddenly cut short.
The drone had its night vision active, the cave too dark for the bare camera to catch anything. From the ceiling, masses of sticks and bone and twisted metal hung. Large openings in their fronts drew the drone in; spotting a moving shape within the giant nest. Claws overtook the camera, puncturing the drone and 'killing' it quite suddenly.
How Harpies, of all creatures, had survived so long R-120 could only fathom. There were such creatures above, acting as more civilized-to use the term loosely-members of society. But they were nothing like the savages who had lasted centuries on the surface below.
The droid's mind was suddenly interrupted. A release program pulled him free from the Barrack's computer, and all senses went dark.
What followed was always a strange feeling. He was so used to thinking so much more quickly than mortals, he lived in a world where time moves slower. But to be disconnected and transported meant hours could pass like milliseconds.
And so as he powered up his body, there was no way to know exactly how long it had taken him to be moved. One things was for sure, however, as sensors came online. The world was slowly brought into focus, with far greater detail than the remote drones he watched could ever hope to achieve.
It always felt good to be back.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Lower City Shattrath
During the Fourth War, Shattrath had gained a reputation as a haven for refugees and it's lower city a slum. During the Legion Wars, it was known as a bastion and command center for the army of light. Odd then, Virgus mused as he watched the thousand of pinprick lights along the curving steel of the city below, that in times of peace it had returned to being a slum once again.
Whisking towards the massive circular shard, their shuttle baked up and ascended towards it. Shattrath had become a single massive floating stone, resembling a diamond shape, it's entire depths plumbed with the dark arteries of corridors and apartments. Lights glimmered all along the stone from where launchpads protruded and steel supports. Roads tethered it to other nearby shards like steel shackles, which in turn spread further in a massive web of metal. Like embers of a dying sun, the glow of ship lights glimmered all around the capital in a constant stream of coming and going, feeding the bloated creature that was Draenor's capital city with their corruption and resources without stall.
Their red shuttle ducked through these lines of larger vessels, aiming for the curving walls surrounding the top of the city. Gliding over the wall, the came upon the brilliant glow of Shattrath's upper city.
A thousand lamps made the whole place glow, much like a miniaturized version of the capital itself they all drew to towards the massive temple rising regally in the center of the city. Taller than any other building, smooth metal rose in four segments with an empty cross shape in the center, a golden light pulsing from this aperture and filling the air like a massive lighthouse. A beacon for what remained of sanctity on this world.
Virgus sighed, in raptures at the sight of the golden metal of the temple glowing with the pale blue light from somewhere within the depths. Safe from the darkness which surrounded it, always edging in, never reaching far enough. The light filled him with an emotion he couldn't quite place. He could almost hear the musical chimes that were said to still ring somewhere in the temple's depths.
A house of purity, it's chiming bell beacon of glory...
Then, it was gone as their pilot dipped their red winged ship like a diving phoenix, sending them down into the city. Landing pads opened wide before them as they neared the former military airfield.
Characters:
Mishka, Jack Pytheas Carter
Location:
Azeroth, Departure Zone
Kasmed rose from his seat and drifted around it with a whisper of robes. "Oh," the Templar said. "Of-course. How silly-of me. I expect you will be most able," the Templar intoned with a strange growing haughtiness. Tilting his head back revealed a strange face, only odd in it's apparent lack of remarkable features. It could be that of a woman or man, a face in the crowd, smooth without pronounced features. Anyone or no one. Dull eyes glimmered slowly with purpose.
Jack whirled about in surprise with a shriek as the elf touched him. He flung up his arms."Not the face!"
Mishka prowled after the avian. She didn't trust the alien. Damn Pytheas for his message! Who knows who these idiots were? Well, she had a reasonable idea. The pilot was after something, but he would serve until they got there. The elf was an idiot and a dreamer. But the third...There was something dangerous about him. Something which brought forth memories of her former career in the depths of unspoken halls and shadow drenched alleys. He was a killer, like her.
Old habits die hard.
She hung in the shadows of the ship's corridors, though there was little space. Rooms branched off from a single main corridor like the ribs of a fish, their walls curving to conform with the design of the vessel, but not unpleasantly cramped.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Lower City Shattrath
Flying low, the shuttle hovered like an uncertain bird over a painted circle on the tarmac. Landing gear stretching forth, the shuttle lowered and lurched against the pavement with a thud. A pressurizing hiss sounded and the door fell back into a ramp.
Virgus left first, stretching with a yawn like a cat. On reaching the ground he stamped and shook circulation back into his limbs, shaking his head and slapping the red back into his cheeks.
Castus followed, his bloodless skin requiring no effort to revive. He was used to such discomfort. Stepping onto the pavement, he cast his eyes about the dim landing pads, the coolant tubes glowing across his armour like blue veins.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Virgus, Castus
Location:
Draenor, Lower City Shattrath
Virgus turned at the voice and brightened visibly. "Only every day!" he replied with an ecstatic laugh. He swept forward with arms wide as if to embrace the crimson draenai.
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