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Post by Arrow on May 21, 2011 13:29:23 GMT 8
Out of the clear blue skies, a large crack shattered the calm as three blue swirling portals opened at high altitude. Out of the vortex of energy appeared three birds, already flying in formation. Their silver feathers glistened in the sun.
"Tracker Squadron," came a voice over the trio's headsets. "this is Radiance. We've dropped you off near what appears to be a large underground civilization. We can barely make things out from here, but it looks pretty complicated."
"It's hard to see with cloud cover," the lead bird replied. "but we'll descend to lower altitude to check it out."
"Hopefully no one will pay too much attention to a trio of silver birds, but we have no idea what to expect. Stay alert. Ripcord out if you need to. We'll be going out of radio contact shortly. Good luck, love."
"We'll be fine." The lead bird turned to those on his wing.
"It's been a while since we've flown in formation like this, Scott." one of them said.
"Honestly I sort of miss it too, Arrow." replied the other.
"Come on, guys," Scott said. "We're going to find this pen and go home."
The three descended out of the clouds, wary eyes scanning carefully for any sort of reaction.
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Post by Thirteen on May 25, 2011 18:56:52 GMT 8
Kurvoy was currently hunting, stalking a particularly magnificent deer, when he heard strange noises from the sky above him. Birds...Talking...Weird box talking? What is that thing? He growled carefully, preparing his next move carefully. The thing he was planning could only last briefly before it would grow dangerous, but he was intrigued.
He teleported up, reappearing near the three birds. They're silver. And again the weird boxes. What is this? An invasion? He growled, unsure of what to do. Until he remembered that this was HIS territory, well at least it would be soon.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" he said, falling, before teleporting back again. He would have to constantly teleport, so he decided that it would be better to get the birds to land. Again he began to fall, but this time he teleported as close to the lead bird as possible, trying to gently grip it before teleporting to the ground.
(OCC: Sorry for late reply!)
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Post by Arrow on May 25, 2011 21:14:16 GMT 8
As the three descended, the underground civilization was, naturally, underground.
"Nope, I don't see any...wait."
"Who are you? Why are you up here?"
Quickly seeing the threat from above, Scott started to bank right. Underestimating the tenacity of the dark shadow above him, he was grabbed by the wingtip.
Improperly handled by one of the most delicate parts of his body, Scott screeched in pain. It was like having one of your fingers being bent upwards.
"Lead is hit! Lead is hit!" cried Arrow. "Return fire!"
"A simple observation mission, they said..." Oliver muttered to himself. In perfect tandem, the two birds rolled on their backs, tucked in their wings, and fell at 320 kilometres per hour; a usual speed for their species in a dive. With Arrow in front, being the more aggressive of the three, he opened fire with his element, spraying small sparks that streaked through the air.
In a situation like this, using the ripcord system to teleport home would be the best thing to do. He wouldn't have to worry about his communications equipment or the teleport slave system falling into the hands of the enemy; he'd just teleport home, and that'd be that. Scott struggled with the ripcord system as he fell, spraying electrical sparks everywhere in a semi-panicked attempt to let whatever was grabbing him go.
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Post by Thirteen on May 26, 2011 17:32:38 GMT 8
What was this? The birds controlled fire and sparks and - OWW - Those sparks hurt! I wonder why they are reacting so violently, I'm just trying to talk -OWW! He let go of the wingtip gently, but he remained close. He looked down urgently - He had only seconds left before he needed to teleport away.
"I'm just trying to talk! I mean you no harm!" He called, before teleporting back to the ground. Damn! I suppose I can at least surprise them, but if it comes to a fight, well, there's three of them - and they're fast!
He teleported up one last time, appearing just in front of the birds. He regretted the stupidity of trying to grab one; it had obviously hurt.
"If you want to speak, I'll be on the ground. I'll give you a minute before I call out my army to attack!" He yelled, at the last minute returning to the earth through his usually means of travel. Well, if they want to talk, they better be fast.
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Post by Arrow on May 26, 2011 23:46:02 GMT 8
As soon as the wolf (was it a wolf? It looked a little different...) let go, Scott immediately pulled up hard. He winced a little as his heart raced against gravity, pumping blood to his extremities in spite of gravity pulling it in. His brothers followed him as he pulled up. The three resumed their formation.
"What the heck was that?!" Oliver cried. "Last I checked, wolves can't fly."
"Wolves can't talk, either." Scott added. "Well, apparently they can in this world."
"Scott, you're leaning right."
"Sorry," Scott replied. "It sort of hurts still to fly on this wing." He righted himself.
"The wolf said it didn't mean any harm." Scott explained. "It wants to talk and if we don't talk it wants to call an army to attack."
"Well, at least it's honest about the 'attack' part." Arrow said. "We should probably see what we can do about reinforcements and then we can try to get interior scans of -"
"We should talk with it," Scott said.
"What?"
"Finding the device is going to be a lot easier if we have something or someone knowledgeable about the world." Scott explained. "We're fighting the Anadians and the Endalians on the other side of the portal; we don't need another fight on this side too."
"It's a trap," Arrow said matter-of-factly.
"Arrow's right," Oliver added.
Scott sighed. What would win now? Diplomacy or paranoia?
"Alright, here's what we're going to do." Scott asserted his command over the brothers, both as oldest brother and as their commanding officer. "Oliver, report to the Radiance and see if you can get us reinforcements over here. Let them know of our situation. Arrow, track me from above; if things get ugly I'm going to need you. Keep comms with Oliver open until he hits the portal; this way we'll know what sort of reinforcements we should be calling in. Got it?"
The other brothers agreed and took off.
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Post by Thirteen on May 27, 2011 16:47:33 GMT 8
Kurvoy noticed how only one of the birds came to talk. He grinned smugly. How wise of them. Still, I know I can beat them. He walked over, every movement echoing his thoughts of victory.
"I see you've come to your senses. Before we start, I need to know two basic things: Where are you from and what, if you don't mind me asking, are you?" he said, slightly angrily. He was rather annoyed at how painful these birds could be.
"Oh, and also, who are you? I'm Tor, the leader of the Gereksu. Well, sort of, anyway," He said, disregarding his lack of honesty. After he had found out the other's intentions, he might reveal his true name. But not until then.
"I hope you know where you are," he hissed quietly, so as to try to disturb the bird. However, he made no other hostile moves.
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Post by Arrow on May 27, 2011 22:58:49 GMT 8
Scott eyed the wolf warily. He could focus on the wolf since Arrow was above, tracking him. Oliver wouldn't be far behind. He hoped Ariel could come, but then again, who'd be in command of the ship while she was gone? He might also be able to land some of the heavier equipment; ripcord master systems to enable teleport to, communications equipment, anything.
Above, Arrow kept a lookout on the surrounding area, not just his brother and and the wolf. He had to ensure nothing would get near the pair. Fortunately for him, this was relatively easy; even non-silver peregrines were skilled at spotting prey and intruders near their nest site, and this wasn't any different. The analogy would make Scott his son, but that was irrelevant. Still, Arrow's expression contorted to one of disgust.
On the ground, Scott figured he had a lot of basic explaining to do.
"Hi Tor," he said diplomatically. "I'm Scott, Skymaster of the Silver Falcon Airbourne Forces. We're from another world, and we're just here to retrieve something of ours we've lost. It means a lot to us, but you would be able to use it."
It was true. Anyone would be interested in the ability to create on a whim, but neither a wolf nor a bird would be able to properly wield it. Interest and capability were, after all, two separate worlds.
Scott wouldn't lie, but he could distort the truth a little bit.
"I'm a silver falcon. I'm just a bird who can control lightning. Not much else to say, really...As for where we are, I don't really know. We did a couple topographical sweeps, so we know 'bout an underground tunnel system here, but that's about it."
Scott wasn't sure if he liked the way the wolf was regarding their location. Was he really that protective of that empire? He was a leader, so was it his empire? If so, why was he all the way out here?
"So you're the leader of the empire, then? It's good to meet you." Scott figured he should turn the question around to try and get some information about the political sections here. "Please enlighten us about your territory."
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Post by Thirteen on May 29, 2011 18:00:34 GMT 8
"What is this thing you speak of? A creator? We've got plenty of members that can create stuff. Plants, rocks, fire, you name it." Kurvoy said, calculating his situation. Skymaster? Silver Falcon Airbourne Forces? Well, it could be a LOT worse. And I suppose we've got fliers too.
"Welcome, Scott, I suppose. As to giving the details, well, let's wait until I know your telling the truth. I would like you to 'prove' your from this mysterious other world. Oh, and while your doing that, could you please tell your friends to come back. I don't particularly like things I can't see. I might get aggressive, who knows?" he said, diplomatically given the situation.
"Also, lightning isn't that unusual. I myself have several abilities, one you've already seen. Teleportation. Which means you can't lock me up, or restrain me. The other, well, I think you'd rather not find out about that one," he said, stressing the fact about not being able to be locked up. There, see how you like that.
"Oh, and you'll refer to me as General Tor, if you want me to listen. Otherwise my deafness comes around. Shall I refer to you as Fly Mister Scott?" He said, deliberately getting the name wrong.
(OCC: Sorry about his rudeness, but hey, he's evil - who can blame him)
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Post by Arrow on May 29, 2011 21:07:18 GMT 8
Scott's interest piqued. "Who said anything about a creator, or locking you up? That said, it could be dangerous in the wrong hands." Scott specifically chose the word 'hands', so as to not lie to the wolf.
A couple Darkenings would stop teleportation, especially if spread over a wide area, he thought to himself. He's rude and paranoid, but he's definitely someone of importance in this region.
"My...eh, 'friends' are busy. They have many duties to fulfill. But I'm intrigued in your abilities, General." It was far easier to refer to him as 'General' and think he's dealing with an Endalian general. Scott felt his sheer force of will shoot through him. Whatever it was, as long as it didn't involve killing anyone, he was fine with it. Scott's wings wandered to the ripcord button attached to the base of his tail. One click and he was out of here.
"And what of your empire? Surely it's as powerful as you are? As you can see we're not too considerable of a threat." Yet, Scott silently added. They were small compared to the Endalian and Anadian militaries, but in this world they're probably the most technologically advanced. Fighter jets. Airships. Radar control. The ability to see targets 450 kilometres away with the right plane; three of them flying overlapping routes could cover a continent. Knowledge was the deadliest weapon in the world, and the Windwhistlers loved that.
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