Lord of the RPGs
Member No.: 20
Joined: 28-January 06
I guess I better get this thing movin. I nominate my first dream sequence post in Star Wars D6 Dissention.
All Zaar can think about after strapping himself in quickly, is that he has failed in his mission. Although Josa is a capable pilot and this is a ship he knows well, there is a good chance that his mission will end here. The crash is so hard that he doesn't know what hit him only that there was a white flash and then darkness.
Quickly however, he can see again. He opens his eyes and he is standing alone in a sparcely wooded feild at night, illuminated by a white moon a green moon and a purple moon. He is on Agamoth again, he is surprised and intrigued. He checks his body and he is fine. He wears his suit of blending and has his gauntlet and glave. He switches on his suit and crouches low. He sneaks over to a Grynu tree, a fruit bearing tree with blue apple type fruit. "Is this some sort of Kythol heaven?" he asks himself. He notices he doesn't have the translator anymore, for his voice sounds normal. He scans the area and sees some faint lights over some hills in the distance. He decides to investigate and sneaks from tree to tree, stone to stone and bush to bush until he gets closer to the lights. It seems to be a sleepy, pleasant, decent sized town. He thinks it could even be a small city. It didn't seem to have many lights lit, but from the lay out of what was lighted it had to be of that size.
Zaar continues to creep closer to the town. He puts his hood up and his mask on, fully blending him away. He begins to hear a vehicle in the distance and notices it after a moment moving through the night without lights on. It sounded like some sort of hovertank, but from a long time ago. It approached the town and slowed at it's edge. It must be at some gate, Zaar thinks. He continues to creep up to the populated area. He sees the hovertank or whatever it was move into the small city. Eventually he sees the edge of the city. It is walled and guarded, he sees a road leading up to it, to a gate, but it seems ruined and unusable by ground traffic for sure. He slithers down to the city like a viper over a half hour's time, to make sure he is unseen. Just as he nears it another hovertank can be heard coming in the distance. He stays calm and creeps to a Grynu tree near the road. He climbs it quickly but with the tree's trunk hiding him from the city walls. Finding a limb close to the road he waits at it's base for the tank to pass near. Just at the right time, Zaar runs along the branch and catapults off the end of it. Doing a couple flips he lands as softly as possible on the top of the tank. The hum of the propulsors is louder and he crawls behind the turret on top. With the tank's speed he is at the gate in 30 seconds. As the tank approaches it slows and lands at the gate.
"Thurn, Check that tank real quick!" A older gruff voice shouts in Agamothi.
"Yes Commander!" replies a youthful one. Zaar is able to hear from which side this "Thurn" character is going to round the tank from. He uses this to crawl all over the tank's backend to elude his eyes. Using the tank to sheild him from Thurn's eyes, the youth walks back to the gate. "It is clean".
"Open the gate!" comes the old voice again. The hum of the tank's propulsors rises again and the tank moves forward once more, slowly. Zaar huddles behind the turret as before. He hasn't seen a tank like this in his life, but in old holo scanned photographs. What is it doing here? What is he doing here? Where and when is here? Zaar rides in on the tank and after a few minutes of going through the streets he drops off the tank onto the paved roadway. He instantly goes for the first alley way he sees and finds comfort in it's dark embrace. He hides in the shadows behind some rubbage bins.
"Greets my ffwiend" Comes a sloppy voice from behind the assassin. He notices a being in the shadows with him, sitting on the ground with his back to the wall. "Haves you any strong drinkses?"
"No Friend, I have not." Zaar says friendily.
"Well I's had enoughs meself, I guest you can haves the rest of mine." The obviously drunk individual holds what seems to be a mostly empty bottle up to Zaar.
"No friend, you continue to indulge yourself. I am in the mood for something more like information to wet my appetite." Zaar tries to get some answers.
"Well, I guesses I can give ya dat. Never seen a man likes you in the city, who are ya? and why's it so herd to see yoos?" The drunken man asks.
"I am a member of the Kythol, that is all you need know."Zaar says flatly.
"Wow! you don't zay. I neber met a Kythol before. That would explain much, that there one of zem new suits I heard about?" The drunk asks.
"New? They have been around for around 500 years." Zaar replies in surprise.
"Well I guesss your guild is good at keepin secrets." The drunk then says in a hushed voice,"don'ta yooz worry I won't tell how old they really are."
"Right." Zaar smirks under his mask.
"Why do youf sneak around? We just made a pact wif your guild, we were expecting you in two days. I for one am glad to see that help has arrived." the drunk says. He chuggs the rest of the bottle, "Thanks for comin to help us so soon friendz."
"Who is us?" Zaar leans in eager for the answer.
"What? you sound more messed up dan me. You don't knowz where you are? HAhaha, I guess the Kythol is lettin any ole daft bastard in nowzadays." The Drunk cracks up laughing.
"Just tell me." Zaar demands.
"Hey, can I join the Kythol? hahahaa, I think I can match dooz qualifications, hahaaha." the drunk carries on laughing. He then starts choking alittle and pukes all over himself, "Wow! that's goob stoof." he says before passing out in a stupor.
"Damn drunk, all I wanted was a simple answer. Don't pass out on me." Zaar kinda slaps him around but has no success in reviving the man. Zaar did get some answers though, apparently he doesn't need to creep around people here want to see him and treat him as a friend. He doesn't think that the drunk was lying, he walks out of the alley and into the street.
....Zaar turns off his suit and looks for some place that seems to be open. The whole street is dark except for some dimmed lights here and there. Zaar suspects now that they are under black out conditions and that they are at war, which isn't surprising on Agamoth. He takes down his hood and mask revealing himself. He sees a door open to his right as he walks down the paved road with two story buildings lining it. A dim light comes from the opening and a young woman emerges with a Jilk, a type of cat, in her arms. She puts the Jilk outside and then is startled by Zaar's presence.
"Who are you?" she asks.
"I am a member of the Kythol, here to help." He replies.
"Wow! really?" She comes out to get a better look at him. Zaar gets a better look at her too and she is beautiful, with long straight red hair, wearing a white blouse with a black skirt cut at the knees and some black slippers."Wow! never seen a Kythol before, are they um all as um good looking as you?" She says as she bites her pinky finger smiling.
"Well a, I, a, I guess madame. I never looked at my ranks like that." Zaar says alittle taken aback at the comment. He never really saw himself as goodlooking, just deadly.
"So what are you doing in the street here at night, practicing sneaking around or something?" She inquires.
"Well madame, if I was doing that you wouldn't have seen me." Zaar says plainly.
"No, no I guess not. What a shame that would have been." She says stil smiling and with a jilk making passes at her legs.
"Listen madame I would love to chat with you further, but I am in need of help." Zaar states.
"So are we, what a coincidence huh?" She replies.
"So I hear, could you direct me to a command center of some type?" Zaar asks.
"I guess, if that is what you really want?" she says with a touch of disappointment in her voice.
"Yes, I have important business. Otherwise I would like to linger here with you." Zaar says with a touch of disappointment himself.
"Well, if you walk down this road to the statue and then turn left you will hit a guard post." She points as she tells him.
"Thanks madame, It was a pleasure." Zaar slightly bows to her and walks off.
"It could have been more of a pleasure, stop by anytime, don't forget the way." She says as he walks off. He could have asked her more, but he felt alittle nervous around her, she made him feel like he was going to lose focus, when he finds time in the future he will take her up on her offer he thinks. Besides, these guards should have plenty of information and answers to what the devil was going on. He walks down to a fountian statue of a dragon or sea serpent or something like that after 10 minutes. Then he turns left, he sees a couple blocks down a military looking structure three stories high surrounded by hovertanks, razor wire and armed guards.
The guards were wearing helmets much like the shape of the US or UN forces of our world, but with a black and grey color scheme. They had tinted goggles on and black armored vests. They had fatigues on that were a black and grey pattern for urban camoflauge, with black combat boots. They carried light repeating blasters of a old style he had only seen in museums and bandaleers of magazines needed for these old models. As he approached a detachment of three guards ran up with there weapons to bear.
"I'll be a jilk's uncle, he is a Kythol." One says as he lowers his weapon.
"He's right, look at the suit." Another says.
"You're alittle early friend, but I won't complain." The last says.
"Greetings gentlemen, could you be kind enough to show me to your commanding officer?" Zaar says with a nod and a smile.
"Right this way" the first speaker says as he gestures toward the post.
Zaar is led past the other guards and the tanks, he hears all sorts of comments about his early arrival and thanks for coming so soon. He is led up into the front of the post and led through corridors and halls, up lifts and finally is escorted into the High Commander's room. He is a older fellow with no head gear on and a higly decorative grey uniform with black knee high boots. He shows some age on his face, but seems in good health. He has buzzed grey hair and blue eyes. He greets Zaar with a smile and walks over, hand extended.
"You don't know how pleased I am to see the first of you arrive. Why didn't you come in through the gate and get a escort? Probably testing our security huh?" He says happily shaking the assassin's arm in a armshake and putting his other hand on Zaar's shoulder with a pat.
"Ah, yes, yes you guessed it. Your security is alittle low around here I must say." Zaar just plays along with the man.
"Well maybe for a Kythol, but those Veraadi bastards have never breached my security." The man gestures to a chair of fine ornate make."Please have a seat"
"Veraadi?" Zaar is stunned they were destroyed by the Kythol about 500 years ago. He takes a seat as offered.
"Yes, Veraadi, that is why you are here right?" The Commander looks alittle puzzled as he sits.
"Yes, yes of course. So I assume you have a enemy uniform for me, they possess fine armor don't they?" Zaar tries to recall his history lessons.
"Yes, we have managed to scrape together one suit from dead Veraadi bastards. We thought that a Kythol might find a use for it if we won the bid." The Commander says as he pours a drink. He tips the bottle toward Zaar as if to offer but Zaar declines by holding up his hand.
"So which of the Veraadi enemies are you allied with so far, anyone new?" Zaar cloaks his ignorance of his location in another question. They are either Galuth, Jureni or Kloorg from his memory.
"Oh, no one new, the alliance with Galuth and Kloorg still stands the same, plus the Kythol of course." The Commander states as he takes a drink.
"So your Jureni forces are all readied then?" Zaar asks friendily but with another motive.
"Yes, just waiting to coordinate with the Kythol." The commander says as he finishes his drink. Jureni? Zaar thinks, they have a mark in Agamothi history, but what was it? It is Kythol history too. "I'll have that suit brought here for you to examine." The commander buzzes a button on his desk.
"Yes, that would be nice. So how long have you been the commander of this city?" Zaar prods for more information secretly.
"Well I have commanded Kulkall for over ten years." He says proudly.
"Kulkall? here? this is Kulkall?" Zaar is suddenly alarmed.
"I thought they briefed you boys well? Yes this is Kukall." The commander says inquistively. Zaar remembers the story now. About 500 years ago, the Kythol made a pact with the Jureni to protect them and do assassinations for them. Two days before the Kythol could arrive the city of Kulkall was the first city to ever be attacked by chemical warheads. The entire city was massacred, except for a handful of survivors. They died choking on their own blood and their skin fell from their bodies. They were avenged, but they died horribly nonetheless. The attack started before dawn, followed by waves of Veraadi shock troops in their air tight armor.
"Commander, I want you to trust me, I have intelligence you don't. EVACUATE THE CITY NOW!!" Zaar says with intense concern.
"I will do no such thing and even if I did it would be a enormous task." The commander says.
"I am telling you that the city will soon fall under chemical attack, please for the sake of everyone here, start the evacuation." Zaar gets up from the ornate chair.
"What proof do you have? I can't evacuate a city on the word of one Kythol, not yet atleast." The commander says this as the doors open and a guard steps in with blue and grey Veraadi shock armor.
"You called commander?" The guard says as he stands at attention.
"Yes, put that down there." The Commander points at a couch much like the chair that Zaar was sitting in.
"Evacuate the city." Zaar says to the trooper desperately.
"Commander?" The trooper thinks he should follow Kythol orders, but his commander hasn't told him to do so yet.
"I protest assassin, you will not undermine my authority. You are dismissed, Fosert." The commander rises from his chair outraged, and tells the guard to leave. Once he is gone he says to Zaar "I am going to speak to your superiors about this."
"Commander, how long till sun up?" Zaar asks getting a time frame.
"It is almost sun up now." The Commander says with attitude.
"NO! damn it, I am too late." Zaar rushes for the veraadi armor and starts to put it on.
"You are early you daft assassin, two days early. I am beginning to wonder if that is a bad thing." The commander says sitting again. "Yes, Yes try it on and then get out of my city as soon as possible." Zaar puts the suit on in about 3 minutes and tests it, it seems to work. He then thinks about getting some transport and saving that girl and leaving this fool to die horribly.
"Not much time" Zaar says after his check.
"Not much is right, if you plan on walking out of here you will need a escort in that uniform." The Commander buzzes the button again.
"I will try one more time, don't ask me how, but I know you are going to get attacked in moments by chemical warheads. EVACUATE! QUICKLY!!" Zaar makes a last attempt to change history.
"If the attack is in moments it can't be done anyway. Go take your crazy notions to the Veraadi." Zaar shakes his head and a guard comes in. "Take our, friend, to supply and give him what he needs and then escort him out of the city."
"Yes Commander" The guard salutes by placing his right fist over his heart with a thud, clicking his heels together and bowing his head a touch. Then he walks out with Zaar still shaking his head.
"I just need a fast transport my friend" Zaar says to the guard.
"Very well sir the vehicle depot is right this way" The guard gestures down a hall to their left and they walk through a maze of halls to a vehicle depot outside. Zaar can see the sky turning bluer where the sunrises. "This is our fastest vehicle sir", he points at a slick tandom seated speeder. It has two guns on the front and a little turret on the back. "This is a special model, made by the head mechanic. I must accompany you to the gates"
"Very Well" Zaar gets in quick and the guard follows, Zaar wasn't the best driver, but it didn't matter right now. "Hold on!" Zaar rips out of the depot and out to the area with the statue. As he starts down towards the girl's home a loud explosion can be heard and then another, followed by two more. Huge clouds of gas form over the city but soon settle in it's streets. Another blast is seen up ahead of Zaar and he puts the speeder to full throttle. Zaar stops in front of the girl's residence.
"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!!" The guard says, "keep going!". Zaar gets out and the guard jumps out after him. "Damn it! get back in the..." Zaar kills the guard with his hands by breaking his neck and doesn't even stay to watch his body drop.
"Fool" Zaar says as he kicks in the door of the girl's home and looks around for her. He can't find her and he starts turning the place over. He can already hear the horrible screams of the city dwellers down the street. He find her under her bed with her hands over her head. Zaar chucks the bed against the wall with gusto and grabs her.
"Veraadi bastard let me go!!" She fights him.
"It is me the Kythol you met earlier there is no time." Zaar reasons with her. She stops and thinks that only they knew about that meeting. "Trust me, come away with me." He holds up his glave. "Remember?" She nods and they run out of the house out into the street. They try to get into the speeder and speed off but the blue gas is upon them and they are engulfed in it. She shrieks as her skin begins to almost smoke and bubble. Then she slowly loses her voice as blood bubbles up from her lungs. "NOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Zaar screams as he watches her fall to the ground writhing in pain. She looks at him in agony before her eyes burst and ocular fluid runs down her face. Zaar falls to his knees in emotional distress. People come out of the surrounding buildings with the same symptoms and soon the whole street is a scene of carnage unimaginable. Her skin falls away bubbling on the street and blood is everywhere. Zaar has failed once again. He sits in the middle of the street of death sobbing, surrounded by the blue death that has consumed the city.