Thread: The Belantof

Etomaseth

Etomaseth was walking down a service corridor between the walls of two seperate corridoors. "I wonder how Regev is doing with that map... Ha Ha Ha Ha!" He stared laughing. "He did a good job on that device I must say. Quite a convincing duplicate. Hopefully the humans have taken custody of him and have the booby-trapped map! He was the only one who could have gotten himself captured and made it look believeable" He chortled flipping the real map around in his hands. 'Quite an idiotic invention this device, but none the less effective' he thought.

A noise started pinging in his ears from the device he had clipped on his belt. He checked the display screen, pressing on symbols on its brigtly lit surface to reach the appropriate menu. He reeled back at the what greeted him on the screen.

REGEV DECEASED AS OF 1 MICROZ AGO

"Grrr... hrrmmm.... HrrrraaAGGHHHH!" The most horrible and most beastly roar echoed throughout the entire walls of the ship as Etomaseth threw his arms back and screamed. His anger began to rage out of control. He grabbed a huge pipe connected to the wall, ripped it out and threw it down the corridor in a blind rage. "I WILL KILL THE ONE WHO DID THIS!" He raged into the air.

After a moment he Pulled out his communicator and contacted the few of his crew who were left from their ship. "Come in all!" He said into the communicator. There were several replies of acknowledgement as Etomaseth dug his claw like fingers into the metal of the wall. "You have all no doubt received the news of Regev's vitals... These humans have made a serious mistake. Therefore I am hereby ordering all crew members to withdraw from any kind of combat or mission and hide until I give the order to re-emerge, or until my vitals concur with those of Regev.... Such an unprovoked attack on Regev's part must not go unpunished"
"Etomaseth" The communicator rang in a female voice.
"What is it Meijamia?" He replied
"I request permission to go and remove Regev's body so the humans don't get him..." Meijamia asked.
After a slight period of deliberation he replied "Granted" He then finished with the procedural over and out.

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Steven was just showing the map device to the captain and happily telling him he killed one of the intruders when the walls echoed with a spine-chilling howl like they'd never heard before."What the hell was that?!" Steven said in a slightly spooked voice.
"I'm not sure..." replied Tidus.
"It didn't sound happy!" One of the others said.
"It must be one of the aliens..." Blank said in a calm voice. "He's pissed you killed that other one..." he finished. Everone took a step back from Steven.
"What!?" He asked. "What was I s'posed to do?"

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Meijamia

Meijamia was bounding down the corridors and up into shafts and back down again, heading for the place where her device said that Regev was located. Reaching the quarters at the location on the device she looked down and saw the twisted body of the one she once knew as Regev. She lowered herself down into the corridor slowly with her slender arms, looking for any sign of humans. Seeing none she jumped down into the quarters and kneeled over him.
"You poor man... Look what they've done to you...." She cooed brushing some of her neck length hair out of her eyes. Pulling a device out of her pocket she held it over him and it started to glow orange. "Go" she said peacefully. "Join your family..." She said as the body and all its parts exploded into glowing orange sparks. After the sparks had hovered in the air after a short period of time they dissaperated. She put the communicator to her lips and said "Etomaseth he has joined the others in the next world..."
"Good" came the reply from the speaker. "Now hide. And don't show yourself until I've given the order" he commanded her.
"Yessir!" She replied as she jumped back into the duct.

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The lights went out in the room where the crew were currently situated and a voice rang out in through the darkness.

"You have made an unprovoked attack on and killed one of my crew! Such an attack will not be tolerated!" Etomaseth's voice rang out.
"Unprovoked?! What about the machine in the hangar!" Tidus asked angrily.
"The one in that machine was killed. Your fued should have been ended then. Now I shall have to kill the one who felt it necessary to take the life of one of my crew... HE wasn't going to harm anyone... Enjoy the afterlife..." his voice cut out.

Everyone looked at Steven.

Hey guys, nobody play my character too much. I'd like to make more of his descisions

Blank

"Oh shit!" he yelled as he saw a strange man in a pale grey sneaking suit attatched to the elevator cables with a line, systematically cutting them one by one. The man heard his yell and went for a gun-like device on his hip. He aimed the device at blank and pressed the trigger. Blank dropped back into the elevator shaft just as a shower of gunfire collided with the top of the elevator.

The elevator made an unearthly groan as the gunfire and Blank's weight pushed on it. He heard a snapping noise as another cable gave way. The man in the sneaking suit began aiming at the cables with his shots. The man knew it wasn't going to hold much longer and when it went, it was going to take Blank with it.

Blank quickly checked his palm pilot. He saw the elevator was almost in line with the equipment and supply floor of the Belantof. He edged over to the door and began to pry it open. One of the last cables gave way and the elevator dropped a small way. This only urged Blank to go faster. He opened the door and looked out, he saw it was a small jump to the door of the supply floor.(For those who don't know, elevators have two sets of doors) He made a leap for the doors. As he jumped, the last cable gave way and the elevator plummeted to the depths below. He pressed the emergency open button on the edge of the doors and jumped in.

The man in the sneaking suit saw this and aimed his weapon at the open door. Blank looked around for something that may be able to help him.

He found a small box of flash grenades.

He set the timer on one and quickly leaned out and threw it. He drew out his handgun. The flash went off and the man yelled in surprise, Blank leaned out and opened fire at the man, hitting him in the leg. He yelped in pain. As he was clutching his leg, Blank fired at the cable holding him, he severed it close to the top. He began to fall.

Blank watched as he began to fall and had a pang of conscience. He quickly leaned into the shaft and grabbed onto the cable as the man went past. He had to quickly grab something to stop himself from falling too. Using his large arms, he pulled the man up, who seemed to be in a bit of a daze. Lifting him up to his level and pulled a set of cuffs off of his belt, he quickly cuffed the man before he knew what happened and threw him over into a corner. "Next time I won't grab you asshole!" he bellowed commandingly.

A voice rang out over the comm system:

"You have made an unprovoked attack on and killed one of my crew! Such an attack will not be tolerated!" Etomaseth's voice rang out.
"Unprovoked?! What about the machine in the hangar!" he then heard Tidus ask angrily.
"The one in that machine was killed. Your fued should have been ended then. Now I shall have to kill the one who felt it necessary to take the life of one of my crew... HE wasn't going to harm anyone... Enjoy the afterlife..." then his transmission ended.

"Fuckers!" Blank yelled. "I can't leave them alone for two minutes without fucking things up!" He ran over to a door on the side of the supply room, dragging the man with him. He opened the door and stepped out. He then dropped the man, said to him "Don't go anywhere." and ran away to find the crew.

Max

"Move and you die." Max warned as he pressed the barrel of his pistol to the side of the person's head.

Slowly, the lanky figure dropped his hands to his sides. Max tensed a little. Then, with blinding speed the alien turned and slammed his hand with a metal box. The sudden pain forced Max to drop his weapon. The firearm clattered as it bounced away on the floor.

Recovering, Max managed to dodge another swinging fist aimed for his head.

"What were you doing linking to the ship's terminal?" Max asked but was forced to duck as a wrench came sailing over his head.

Looks like there was no use reasoning now. Max knew he was faster, he decided to end it early before the alien could score another second hit. Rushing into a kick with which he fazed his opponent, he pulled off the gun slung around his shoulder. Hefting it forward he fired once. Immediately a small smoking hole appeared in the alien's chest, right under the left collarbone. The alien looked down in suprise for a second before falling backwards and hitting the ground with a thump. Max could see that it was still alive however, but decided to leave it at that. He scrambled around for a bit before finding his pistol to reholster.

Grabbing the box device from the alien's clutchs he backed out of the room, heading for the far door of the H-chamber.

Etomaseth

Sitting in a chair in one of the unoccupied quarters, Etomasth pondered his next move. "These humans are as ruthless as they are stupid..." He thought as his comm started to buzz with static and the moans of an injured person. "Hello?" he asked, looking down at the device on his belt, seeing who the transmission was coming from.
"I've been hit... ugh... and he took my analyser..." came the voice over the communicator.
"I'll send Meijamia to come get you..." He replied.
"Thanks..." said the voice before the transmission stopped.

"Meijamia?" he asked into the communicator.
"Yes Etomaseth?" she replied.
"Vengea has been hit and he needs some assistance, I need you to go get him..." he asked her.
"Yessir!" She replied.
"Don't get yourself killed..." he added as he ended the transmission.

Steven
Steven was cross.

"Hey, I had to kill it! It didn't exactly tell me it was not going to harm anybody! It just said 'OPEN THE DOOR!' 'YOU MUST LET ME IN', and it didn't sound very pleased to meet me either. And hasn't it occured to you they might be lying? I mean, it's all very well they've said that he wasn't going to harm anybody, but are we supposed to take everything they say to be true? With the last of the human race on board, I could hardly take a chance, could I?"
"Steven?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."

Steven shut up.

Hey kaniaz, we aren't posting on these rps anymore, we moved them all here, this way we can attract more rpers.

http://free.phpbb-host.org/phpbb/index.php...p?forum=rpumbra

cya

ravens wakes up "ghaa"

Actually we still will continue SoI and Belantof here. It's just that RP Umbra will have more new stories and rps.

Oh well, I can't be doing with changing of forums all the time.

Steven

Steven was shot in the head by an alien. It killed him. He wasn't paticulary pleased, but he was reincarnated a few seconds later as a polish sasuage. His life as a polish sasuage lasted approximately 3 seconds as during those 3 seconds a child got hold of him and stuck him in a VCR player and set it to fast forward.

Originally posted by Kaniaz
Oh well, I can't be doing with changing of forums all the time.

Steven

Steven was shot in the head by an alien. It killed him. He wasn't paticulary pleased, but he was reincarnated a few seconds later as a polish sasuage. His life as a polish sasuage lasted approximately 3 seconds as during those 3 seconds a child got hold of him and stuck him in a VCR player and set it to fast forward.

Revens laughs into the nothingness and trigers a h-bomb blowing this tread to bits.

I don't feel like RPing in this anymore.

It's not a cop out on the RPing quality or anything, my heart just wouldn't be in it.

Ouch that died.

Ffx what do you think?

Alas, Lome is right...Dig a hole, its dead.

Too bad... I was planning on reading it. SOI was good but maybe we can put our time towards colloseum and squall could update A splintered soul.

Doesn't mean you can't read it.

Originally posted by Evanescent
Too bad... I was planning on reading it. SOI was good but maybe we can put our time towards colloseum and squall could update A splintered soul.

Sorry man, like I said. I'm out of state right now and probably won't update anything until I get back home in two weeks. I barely have time to access the Internet right now.

Well ffx you know you could continue this by yourself and turn it into a regular fiction.

Why the hell didn't I think of that?Your right Squall.
This will save me the time of thinking of a story line.

Ffx i am hoping you will put your time towards the colosseum and then this but do as you want. I just really want to get in on one.

First of all, if you could Lome, can you clean up this thread a little? Just delete the random posts.

Before I start I just want everyone to know that I will try my best to not RP the existing characters until the real owners come back, if not, I hope you guys won’t mind that they might be left behind.

Also keep in mind that I’m a bit rusty. Now! Let’s try this again…

Max

Holy shit…

was Max’s first thought when he stepped into the H-chamber from the far entrance. It looks a tornado ran through a whole platoon of marines, as there were many of them strewn about the huge chamber. Many of them were dead.

Max yelled as he ran to join the survivors. “What the hell happened here?”

A wary soldier straightened from his stooped position over a body of a deceased marine and looked towards Max.

“That gigantic machine happened.” The soldier pointed to the mangled pile of machinery that was almost the death of the entire squadron. “We don’t even know what the hell is going on here. Only that we underwent emergency defrost and then ‘boom’, half of us are dead.

Max shook his head. “Wish I could tell you what’s been going on, but I have no clue either.”

The soldier stared at Max with a hopeless expression until the forward gates to the chamber slid open with an electric buzz. In came two dozen marines, the leading one called out to Tidus, who Max had just noticed standing off to one side.

“Captain, half of the Omega squadron are here to help the injured to the sick bays.”

Tidus nodded. “You have clearance, save as many as you can.”

The soldier saluted as the Omega squadron dispersed quickly among the injured, and began the work of carrying them away. Tidus gestured to Max.

Max walked over to where the captain was standing.

“Max I want you to look at this section of paneling here.”

Max looked at where Tidus was pointing, a place on the ground below the catwalk they were on, and saw nothing.

“What? It’s just a section of the floor.”

“Look again, the third floor panel from the left wall. There’s a door there.”

Max looked. After some more confusion, his eyes widened they focused on the correct panel. There really was a door. “What the… how did that get there?”

Tidus shrugged. “The designers put it in, and locked some beta weaponry in the hold behind it. I just found out myself from this little robot sent by Steven here.”

“Weapons? We need them then.” Max said, and vaulted over the side of the catwalk, feeling a slight breeze of cooled air as he fell. He landed and made for the panel, Tidus jumped down behind him.

Zach

“We need a doctor here now!” Zach shouted to the room at large. It was hectic. All injured were being carried down into the Belantof’s sick bay three floors below the rear H-chamber.

His shout was barely audible above the shouts flying across room. Some of them also seeking help. Others expressing the pain of the injured.

Zach breathed again as a soldier with a cross on his uniform stepped up to the soldier he had just set on one of the Med-Flats. He turned and ran for the lifts again. They needed more help. He had to go get some more soldiers from the other squadrons.

Zach checked the digital map by the row of lifts. The closest H-chamber beyond the Omega squadron was three floors up… and a quarter of a mile forward.

Shit why did they have to made this ship so damn huge. Zach thought as he jabbed at the lift’s call button.

Max

Max let out a slow whistle as he passed his hand over the two shelves. High security sealed containers. Many of them were labeled with top-secret markers.

“So these are the experimental weapons that they were working on?”

Tidus dragged one of the boxes from its place on the shelf. It hit the metal plated ground with a clank. “Appears so. I heard about these too. Never knew they had time to put them on the ship before we left.” Tidus clasped open the lid of the black container and peered in.

Max looked over curiously as Tidus pulled out a strange looking assault rifle with metallic dials all over the side of it.

Tidus read from the side: “SSM-30CD (Chronodilation) Model-B, pre-issue… what the heck?”

“Beats me, maybe we can ask Steven about these. He probably knows since he programmed those robots.” Max said as he pulled a few black-painted boxes from the shelves. “Come on, let’s get these up to where we can examine them.”

What the hell, I might as well post. This was a great storyline, even if my RP'ing abilites are crap.

Steven

Steven was thinking slowly, his brain struggling to keep up with all the events that had taken place one after the other. He kept quiet, as he knew that he hadn't done something right. Still, what was he to do? If there is an alien outside the control room, and it's clear it wants in, he can't just let it in with open arms. It could of easily tied him up and destroyed the human race forever with enough time hacking the damn thing. He sighed, knowing that he was not marine material. Slow in situations that require speed, but pretty damn clever in the more peaceful times. To top it off, he was in a different frame of mind. Killing that one alien was enough psychological trauma for a week, thankyou very much.

Even as he knew that death could be moments around the corner, he took comfort in the people around him. They knew what they were doing, they were trained for combat situations. They could easliy blow the brains out of any creepy gooey thing that cared to come his way. He chuckled at the thought in spite of himself. It would be oddly sastifying when - if - these aliens were defeated. He had always taken an pride in any computer system he was working on, moreso the one that was one of the main driving forces behind the survival of the entire human race.

He wondered why he had been chosen as one of the select few to be part of the crew of the Belantof. His memory flashed back to the people dressed in black coming to take him from his workplace, taking him out and pratically tearing him away from his life, friends, family and everything, then dumped in an top-secret base. It had seemed surreal when they handed him a contract, his eyes widening in horror at the task that had been imposed on him. His emotions had been a mix of embarassment, apprehension and pride. He had been selected as one of the people to save Earth. The cream of the crop.

But he couldn't help but wonder in scenarios like this, was he really suited for the job? He had just put his life in danger and potentially the lives of many others. If any of the main crew from the Belantof died, he knew it would be a crippling blow. There was simply nobody else on the ship with the capacity, patience and experience in the other members field's. If he died, the computer system would simply fall into a critical state. If the defense expert died, the belantof would be a sitting duck. If any one of them died, they would be gone. Forever. He had created the perfect stepping stone for this to happen: for the demise of the human race. And all because of one damn alien.

The worries gnawed at his mind, as he shook his head to clear it. Of course not. How was anybody on the ship to know they were apparently peaceful? Are they peaceful? Anybody would of killed that alien in the same situation. We'll all pull through, he thought. These are the top people from Earth. He was, as much as he sometimes thought otherwise, one of them. A trillion dollars had been invested in them all, for technology to prolong their natural life span, to clear their blood of toxins, give them an complete change. Tip-top condition, lifespan, in theory, infinite. You could easily die from blood loss or anything else, though. However the science boffins had all of the crew that as long as they didn't get shot or get some virulent disease, they wouldn't die. Age was not a problem. Science like that wasn't allowed on Earth, due to morales and laws stopping people from being possible 'immortals', but to save the human race, they could. Their immune systems were pratically bulletproof to anything they could think of. But you never knew what to expect in space.

That said, he wondered at all the bodge ups made on the ship. Huge, gaping security holes in the security systems. He knew the PAST-900 card & voice system was secure, for example - after all, he had seen all the source code for the ship - and that it denied access to weapon storerooms without the correct authorization card and voiceprint with an 100% success rate but that was easily fixed by punching out the panel. The door would then default to "open", allowing free weapons for anybody that cared to get them. But it would be okay - over time, things like that could be fixed and get progressively securer. Simply make the door default to "closed", and apply that as a ship-wide patch to all PAST-900 storage areas. Storage areas #90-105.

"Computer?"
There was no response. Suddenly he remembered he had offlined the system.

He smiled to himself. He wasn't a pushover. Even in a situation like this he was constantly churning over security problems in the system, and was more than happy to fix them. Shame he couldn't right now - the computer will be back up the second these bastards are deal with. He felt an renewed surge of hatred towards them. Glad that he had expelled the mind-demons, he looked around at the crew. "What now?", he said with an odd measure of cheerfulness.

PS: I cannot spell. Sorry that was such a long post too. If this RP is inactive, too bad. I like it too much for it to really die. Still, I always wanted a sort of "train of thought" post.