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Brought Down to "Normal?" [Closed]
||Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck.
Goliath
Farseer Alastirra
N'tho 'Sraom
Kang
Rainbow Dash
Crematia||
When the summoned gathered, mission information was displayed on the Obs Deck for them to see:
Planet Designation: Hendersus Villae
Status: Terrestrial, H-class
Non-sentient life: Minimal flora, aggressive nonsentient fauna.
Semi-sentient life: No
Sentient life: Yes
Water: 25% of planet's surface
Climate: Primarily volcanic with frequent ash and lightning storms, dry and hot at volcanically active equator, temperate seas to the north and south poles.
Landscape: Variable. Much of the planet's landmasses are constantly being reworked by lava flows.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 31% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 2% xenon, 4% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 93.8 kPa (kilopascals) = 13.6 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Pale red, when visible.
Sun: Class G yellow star, distant orbit and dim light.
Warnings: Not suitable for crew incapable of flight, or without superhuman endurance.
Mission: Search and rescue Zarom Ghartha, missing GIA wizard, last seen en-route to investigate severe magical disturbance detected in the area of the planet. Crew is advised that native fauna is likely to be antagonistic, native sentients unfit to assist beyond the offering of information.
Goliath
Farseer Alastirra
N'tho 'Sraom
Kang
Rainbow Dash
Crematia||
When the summoned gathered, mission information was displayed on the Obs Deck for them to see:
Planet Designation: Hendersus Villae
Status: Terrestrial, H-class
Non-sentient life: Minimal flora, aggressive nonsentient fauna.
Semi-sentient life: No
Sentient life: Yes
Water: 25% of planet's surface
Climate: Primarily volcanic with frequent ash and lightning storms, dry and hot at volcanically active equator, temperate seas to the north and south poles.
Landscape: Variable. Much of the planet's landmasses are constantly being reworked by lava flows.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 31% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 2% xenon, 4% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 93.8 kPa (kilopascals) = 13.6 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Pale red, when visible.
Sun: Class G yellow star, distant orbit and dim light.
Warnings: Not suitable for crew incapable of flight, or without superhuman endurance.
Mission: Search and rescue Zarom Ghartha, missing GIA wizard, last seen en-route to investigate severe magical disturbance detected in the area of the planet. Crew is advised that native fauna is likely to be antagonistic, native sentients unfit to assist beyond the offering of information.
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"Heh, not suitable for crew incapable of flight," she said with a laugh that wanted to be smug, but just sounded tattered.
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Well, more things in Heaven and Earth. And outer space. "Quite."
He caped his own wings around himself, squinting at the mission information.
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She frowned at reading the mission information, however. "It sounds as if the elements on that planet might be in flux. I am not certain how well my abilities will respond, but since Stacy has seen fit to enlist me...I will do my best." With that, the Draenei shrugged.
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[Planetside/The Village]
Between the crew and the village are several chasms in the rugged, volcanic landscape, and some holes that look suspiciously like steam vents. It may be slow going.
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"Uh, okay, who here can't fly?"
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Quickly she changed back into her original form and with a giant leap, she took off in the air, having a rather immature pleasure of creating gusts of air right back into her land-crawling companions' faces by the downbeat of her wings. She completely ignore the blue pony's pointless question.
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He shook his head at Rainbow Dash's question, smiling wryly. The heat caused his scales to shift and spread slightly, and for him to wear a constant grin; it was just barely tolerable. The landscape also reminded him of the fire dragon cave years ago. "Gliding, nothing more."
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The Village
The village, meanwhile, was little more than a collection of huts assembled from quarried bricks of hardened lava. Large animals of a reddish-brown color with suction-cup-like mouths roamed between the huts, moving slowly across the lava and leaving small ruts of consumed mineral in their wake. The only vegetation that grew in the village grew on the backs of the beasts, many of which had villagers around them pruning at the vegetation as a person might tend to a kitchen garden.
The villagers, a ragged collection of what appeared to be humans, stopped in their tasks one by one to stare in unveiled awe at the approaching party. Many of the villagers were burnt, and most were clad only in woven mats of singed, dried grasses. The beast that grew the grasses they dried and wore could be seen grazing on the lava between two of the larger, better-quarried huts.
A woman emerged from one of the huts, a flowered vine wound around her forehead. It was the only sign of office any of the humans wore, and was faded and dry, as if it had been wound around her head several days ago.
"Welcome, strangers, to our humble village." She gave no pretense that the "humble" was spoken out of false modesty. "May I entertain hopes that you have come to be our champions in -"
A sudden shout, adolescent and male, burst from the crowd - "Is that one a pegasus pony?"
"That one's a pegasus pony!"
"That one's totally a pegasus pony!"
The woman resumed with only the faintest trace of a sigh. "Liberation?"
"Soooo cool!"
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Oh wow! They -- they liked her! Finally some people who didn't just stare and wonder what a pony was doing among all the humans! (Not that there were any right now, but that never stopped anyone on the ship from having that reaction.)
She vaulted into the air to hover above the crowd proudly. "Thank you, thank you! The name's Rainbow Dash! You haven't heard of me before, but you'll remember me when I'm gone!"
She turned a couple of easy loops in midair, casually showboating.
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"We will offer what assistance we can while we are here, but we've come to find someone named Zarom Ghartha, ma'am."
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The village leader, paying the village girls no mind, said "That name is not known to me, but if it is a lost comrade you seek there is no small chance your answers - and the answers to our plight - lie anon."
She threw her arm out in a gesture more suited to heavy robes than dried grasses, pointing at the mountain in the canyon. The one barely recognizable as a fortress.
"The abode of our hated tyrant, who hath corrupted the very essence of our beings, may yet be your destination. Will you not stay to accept our hospitality, and hear of our plight?"
She looked deep into Kang's eyes, as if seeking to look into the depths of his innermost soul.
Behind her, a group of girls had migrated to the front of the crowd and were whispering more than loud enough to be heard. "-go ask him." "No you go ask him." "Girl, look at that body. I bet he has a mate."
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There was a deep humming beneath the earth, one that was much more the hum of engines and machinery - despite the technological damper - than the hum of the tectonic shifting that worked to create this planet's landscape. The crew didn't have much time to reflect on this incongruity, though, before the first shot was fired from a crevasse in the fortress' cracked face.
A huge, exploding projectile landed near to them, throwing shattered fragments of volcanic glass into the air along with blazing sparks that burned too long not to be magical. It left a smoking crater in the landscape, and even those without enhanced hearing couldn't miss the sounds of more projectiles incoming.
An angry male voice blared out between the explosions from invisible speakers: "WHAT'RE Y'ALL DOIN' ON MY PROPERTAY?"
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"Something tells me he's not going to talk to us willingly."
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Rainbow Dash reared back, fully prepared to do a charging blast-dodging skilled-flying swoop at the castle!
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When they awoke, they'd have even more strange things to worry about. Forefront, though, might be the fact that they were all waking up as the same species.
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"What sorcery is this?!"
There was no question who the large, dark-skinned man with a loincloth instead of a plantsuit was.
"This was not supposed to be possible!"
Goliath had no sensitivity to magic, and couldn't feel it in the air when he'd entered, let alone now.
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He looked down at the rest of him, his clothing and armor dwarfing his human form, and cursed loudly.
"Not this shit again."
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Wandering the Catacombs
The obstacle course of sudden drops and unexpected battles served to separate and reunite the crew at different intervals, so that at a given time, any of them could be wandering the maze alone or in pairs. The floors and walls here had a way of opening up unexpectedly and depositing them on newer, stranger levels.
Maybe teamwork would help them find their way out?
[ooc: Thread freely at will, pairing up as you feel it!]
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Goliath himself was bloodied from a few shallow wounds - scrapes from thorns, some bruising from a heavy fall endured during his wandering - but what was REALLY bothering him was the phantom limb syndrome.
You didn't lose three limbs, claws, and endure a reshaping of your feet without at least some consequence to dexterity. Hence, sad to say, the fall.
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That's the ending, the ending, the ending of our story ~
The yet-unshaken tyrant - an erstwhile fellow by the moniker of Leasure Seat Larry - reclined in his hoverchair as the crew made their final assault on the last doors separating them.
Outside, the crew had acquired a makeshift cannon, in the form of a severed arm from a defeated (de-armed?) guard bot as an asset in their final assault. The arm had only one shot worth of charge left, but perhaps it would be just enough to break through -
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No worries about what he'd do to her. She was tough enough to handle ANYthing he could throw at her!
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Goliath nodded to Kang. "If you weaken the door with the cannon, I believe I can break it open for her."
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