Post by Rizem on Jan 29, 2012 18:03:50 GMT -5
-The Galaxy.
Millions of light-years wide.
Billions of planets. Green, red, blue... all kinds.
Massive gas clouds, bigger than whole solar systems.
And life.
And death.
-The Doctor pushed up his glasses with one spindly limb. All of his many arms worked at a console, measuring heartbeat rythmes, breathing rate, and mental status.
He scratched his bulbous chest. He looked rather like a bulging sack with a too-small head, and far too long and thin arms. His skin glistened with some odd mucus.
"Heart rate normal, breathing steady, still deep in REM sleep. He doesn't even know what is going on around him. How delightful." The Doctor said.
His voice was as moist and crackling as his skin when he moved. He hopped, which is the best term for how he moved, out from behind the massive console at which he worked.
He observed a man, who looked perfectly normal, that was chained to the dark concrete wall. The Doctor smiled at the unconcious man, showing many rows of pointy teeth.
"Oh my beautiful Weapon. You are my first, greatest creation. And you have, and will serve to help us make many, many more of you. And you don't even know it! How WONDERFUL!" The Doctor crooned.
He laughed an insane, cackiling laugh that echoed down the halls of the dark stoned facility. Outside the Hypo-Weapon guards smiled and shook their mutated, twisted heads in exasperation at the mad scientist's insanity.
They went back to observing the volcanic eruptions spew against the force feilds that protected the base after a few moments reflection.
-"We needed the best, and that is why you are here." Said the Human Faction president. He was tall, and graying. He had a charming smile that showed off numorous laughter-lines. He wore a crisp black nano-weave suit, white dress shirt and tie, which are ridiculasly expensive if not outdated.
The President looked up at the group before him from behind his black marble desk, probably also expensive beyond imagining, and smiled brightly.
His eyes locked for a moment with Lagorúthon, the elf they had escorted here for a meet with him. The President nodded encouragingly at him.
"So, Lag... Laugteroo...Lagorúthon? May I call you Lagor? Of course I may. Right. I assume you're a man...Elf... of reason! What would you say to a mission? Hm?" He glanced around at the other people he'd had brought, still smiling incessently.
He looked down at the Alresh his men had brought. Vectus. The little gray, bug eyed Alresh species all looked the same to him, thats why he only requested they bring one. No confusion with names.
Then he glanced up, and UP, at the large Garatak called Tarak. He DID ask his men to bring someone strong, but this was a little ridiculas. He just hoped that the big guy didn't crush anyone while he was here on New Earth. That would be bad for publicity.
Jaxon Kree the Bounty Hunter was the other occupent in the room.
He definately looks like the type that can handle himself. Plus he is a pure blood human! Nothing wrong with that. the President thought to himself.
"Yup. The best! Because we have a mission, a mission that will pay off big in the long run." he explained.
"You see, you may have heard of the new cats in town? The Weapons? Well, those blasted Hypo's are making them, tons of them. Luckily, we've turned a small number to our side as they file out into the universe. So no big deal yet. But there is another problem with the Hypo-Weapons." The President paused, leaning forward for obvious effect. He wondered if it worked.
"On the Hypo-Weapon homeworld of Grizz, our spies tell us they have a secret project underway. Called Project 1."
The President leaned back again. He seemed oddly movement-prone and fidgety considering his leadership position. He pointed dramatically at at Tarak and Lagor and Jaxon and Vectus in turn.
"You fine gentleman... and things... have a mission to sneek into the La Naibii Faction, get onto the planet Grizz, and find out what 'Project 1' is all about."
He smiled even wider.
"So what do you say?"
Millions of light-years wide.
Billions of planets. Green, red, blue... all kinds.
Massive gas clouds, bigger than whole solar systems.
And life.
And death.
-The Doctor pushed up his glasses with one spindly limb. All of his many arms worked at a console, measuring heartbeat rythmes, breathing rate, and mental status.
He scratched his bulbous chest. He looked rather like a bulging sack with a too-small head, and far too long and thin arms. His skin glistened with some odd mucus.
"Heart rate normal, breathing steady, still deep in REM sleep. He doesn't even know what is going on around him. How delightful." The Doctor said.
His voice was as moist and crackling as his skin when he moved. He hopped, which is the best term for how he moved, out from behind the massive console at which he worked.
He observed a man, who looked perfectly normal, that was chained to the dark concrete wall. The Doctor smiled at the unconcious man, showing many rows of pointy teeth.
"Oh my beautiful Weapon. You are my first, greatest creation. And you have, and will serve to help us make many, many more of you. And you don't even know it! How WONDERFUL!" The Doctor crooned.
He laughed an insane, cackiling laugh that echoed down the halls of the dark stoned facility. Outside the Hypo-Weapon guards smiled and shook their mutated, twisted heads in exasperation at the mad scientist's insanity.
They went back to observing the volcanic eruptions spew against the force feilds that protected the base after a few moments reflection.
-"We needed the best, and that is why you are here." Said the Human Faction president. He was tall, and graying. He had a charming smile that showed off numorous laughter-lines. He wore a crisp black nano-weave suit, white dress shirt and tie, which are ridiculasly expensive if not outdated.
The President looked up at the group before him from behind his black marble desk, probably also expensive beyond imagining, and smiled brightly.
His eyes locked for a moment with Lagorúthon, the elf they had escorted here for a meet with him. The President nodded encouragingly at him.
"So, Lag... Laugteroo...Lagorúthon? May I call you Lagor? Of course I may. Right. I assume you're a man...Elf... of reason! What would you say to a mission? Hm?" He glanced around at the other people he'd had brought, still smiling incessently.
He looked down at the Alresh his men had brought. Vectus. The little gray, bug eyed Alresh species all looked the same to him, thats why he only requested they bring one. No confusion with names.
Then he glanced up, and UP, at the large Garatak called Tarak. He DID ask his men to bring someone strong, but this was a little ridiculas. He just hoped that the big guy didn't crush anyone while he was here on New Earth. That would be bad for publicity.
Jaxon Kree the Bounty Hunter was the other occupent in the room.
He definately looks like the type that can handle himself. Plus he is a pure blood human! Nothing wrong with that. the President thought to himself.
"Yup. The best! Because we have a mission, a mission that will pay off big in the long run." he explained.
"You see, you may have heard of the new cats in town? The Weapons? Well, those blasted Hypo's are making them, tons of them. Luckily, we've turned a small number to our side as they file out into the universe. So no big deal yet. But there is another problem with the Hypo-Weapons." The President paused, leaning forward for obvious effect. He wondered if it worked.
"On the Hypo-Weapon homeworld of Grizz, our spies tell us they have a secret project underway. Called Project 1."
The President leaned back again. He seemed oddly movement-prone and fidgety considering his leadership position. He pointed dramatically at at Tarak and Lagor and Jaxon and Vectus in turn.
"You fine gentleman... and things... have a mission to sneek into the La Naibii Faction, get onto the planet Grizz, and find out what 'Project 1' is all about."
He smiled even wider.
"So what do you say?"
