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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 11, 2009 23:25:42 GMT -5
Some time in the 27th century great leaps in health, sceinces, agroculture, and other feilds occured. man colonized the moon, mars, space stations around almost every planet in his own solar system and then made plans to reach beyond that, but as he scanned teh starts mankind found a grind prospect. A dwarf start, small, extreamly desne, was hurling towards their own sun. The odds of this happening where incredibly small, but there where there, and it seemed that man had drawn the short straw. so in a final effort of survival a distance starsystem was found to have a planet suitable for life, and the Kronos project began. Kronos was a massive ship, fully automated, that would house those hand picked for having the specific genes, and atributes man needed to help the race survive. Placed inside stasis vessles they awaited launch, and those left behind prepaired for the end.
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As Kronos approached the planet however it incountered a problem, a variable it wasn't ment to account for shutdown the AI running the shut for a breif momment and the ship carved a huge scar into the planet apon 'landing'. Years later the AI comes back on, its cargo still running on emergency programs and power, it starts trying to figure out when they should be opened, but can't find when. So it plugs in dates, seemingly random dates, some of the sleeperswhere awoke to start civilization leaving the others to their slumber. The world regressed to tribalism and then progress from their. Needs outwade knowledge and advanced sciences and practices gave way to learning hunting, fishing, and other crafts readily needed. It was for this reason that newly awakened sleepers where highly sought after, they still possesed ancient knowledge and skills lost to man after millenia of degridation. Wars have even been fought over these poor souls, and the world carried on like this until finaly sleepers seem to stop comming from the mountain that had once been their ship and the world set its sights on other enterprizes like striving for progression only to be hammered back down in recession. Everything from stone age tribes to small early iron age kingdoms are present at the momment, and it seems this diversity is bound and determined to stay as it is....maybe
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 12, 2009 22:35:56 GMT -5
Deep withing the vally of those that walk in sleep all was still, silent, shrouded with a dense fog that choked even the sun burning gaze. This fog ment only one thing, one holding valuable ancient knowledge had finaly been roused fro a deep slumber. Through the stone passage ways inside of the towering mountain heights along the far wall of a massive cavern lined woth stone pillars one begins to glow blue. Inside a nude figure covered in a fleshy pink and veined mess begins to wriggle with life. A sleeper, coated in a sort of ebrionic sack that for its long sleep had rejuvenated its cells and kepts it in a state of eternal youth, recycling everything, requiring very little outside suport to maintain its contence but this was all changing. The figure found its lungs filled with water, but not drowning. Eyes open, but nothing but darkness. Hands grasping, yet being cinfined by this fleshy sack around it. A great amount of pressure vanishes from around the form as liquid drains from the tank, the sack quickly degrades and spills the female form apon the floor.
The blue light of the tube it had been in dings a cheery tone of sucess as a drawer n the back of the pod opens.
"I'm glad to see you slept well, here are some fresh clothes and other *static* *electronic groan* and necesities. Thank you for k-k-k-k-keeping humanity alive by participating in project Kronos" A programed voice says as the drawer flips open revealing a blue and grey seemingly uniforming spandex suit with small ridges running through it, a light blue towel, a vomit bag, mouthwash/toothpaste combo rinse, a bottle of fresh water, and a slick liquid to finish degrading and removing any left over organic gunk from the hair.
"Please, after you've recovered proceed to the prep-deck for-fooooorrrrr, for further instruction." The voice was clearly calming and feminine now.
The sudden urge to expell the left over water and whatever was left inside of the figures stomach came suddenly and hard.
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"Uda!" A figure holding a spear shouts, thrusting towards the back of a bound man.
"Uda, te tewa"The figure shouts again as the reach a large carved cresent in the clifside. Bellow, a torrent of water, funneled through jagged rocks out into a river that ran stright into the vally of those that walk in sleep, more commonly known as sleepers.
The disshevled figure stopes at the edge of the clif, as a prosecion of warriors with spears and a single preist come from the jungle. The preist beings chanting, the warriors raise their spears.
"Tema mo guagwe otome Ulket?"The warrior that had led the ragged figure to the cliff asks.
The figure stood there, pelts covering his quite impressive form, small black feathers dotted the clothing giving the impression that he was much more decorated that the other warriors, he also had a series of etchings into his skin in patterns not fully visable.
"Tatewa."The figure says simply, before backing up quickly while leading forward, grabbing the tipp of the spear just bellow the tip and rushing forward throwing himself off the cliff. Their was a few momments of panic before the figure manages to barely free himself before hitting the water bellow. Using the shaft of the spear to brace himself against the rock the figure worms and darts his way through the gnarled mess of rocks and drift into the river, tired, battered, and cold.
(Yes its a made up language, no your not suposed to understand it. This is just so i don't have anyone ask)
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 15, 2009 15:30:51 GMT -5
She promptly grabbed the barf bag and threw up. She shivered, falling to a crumpled pile on the floor. The whole process was disorienting. The distorted voice was speaking but she could just barely focus on what it was saying.
Lillian Bellmont was being sealed in the pod. Fear began to pump adrenaline in her blood. They had told her to relax before she entered but she couldn't. She stared out of the pod at the wall in front of her. As she drifted to sleep she imagined floating down a river. Liquid covered her body but she was already asleep.
After cleaning the gunk out of her hair, and wiping her body off she pulled the jumpsuit over her body with shaky hands. The zipper caught a couple times but she managed to zip it up all the way. She leaned against the wall, flaking metal rubbed off on her hand.
Something was wrong. "Hello?" The hallway was completely empty,
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 15, 2009 18:17:58 GMT -5
The ship had been compirsed of twohuge storage facilities in which the sleepers where housed, the pods recycled everything, wasted nothing and required very little from the ship other than power. When resources ran low the ship woke up the nedded amount of sleepers so that it could go on with its stasis balancing act for another thousand years or so, with only one sleeper waking up the assumtion could be made that their arn't many left.
"Ppppllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....please follow the lit floor marker to the designated area."The voice says again as faint lights appearefrom into the incrusted floor. With a slight brush against the floor a red arrow could be seen pointing Lillian in the right direction, sensing where her feet where it following her always staying in fron and always pointing where she needed to go. The cavern echoed with the voice, the catwalk like walkway in front of the sleeper pods lining the wall gave just enough upward and downward view to create a imposing image, especialy with the overhead lighting out.
The hallways of the ship had been so far encrusted with age that their floors where almost like smoothed stone. Some area's presented a coral like structures, odd, jutting, shapes and figures but no other signs of life could be seen. The meeting hall, had given way to pillars of this coral sustance. Six doors lines this rectangular room, the one opposite the entrance designated by the red floor marker seemed larger than the four exclueding the entrance room.
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The figure floated the the bank of the river, bruised, but better off than he could have been. He sat at the bank with the stolen spear and contemplated his next move. This vally had been the reason for his 'freinds' hostilaties towards him, and his decisive hop over the cliff. He looks down at a curved tooth, a little longer than his finger, a groove on the inside which was slightly serrated, along with this he produces a curved dagger made of a huge raptor like tallon, smoothed, and sharpened. A polished bamboo like handle, decorated with beads and scales shone in the light before being snuffed out by the overhead canopy. The figure sighs with a tone we all know to well as if to say 'Was it realy worth it?'.
The Vally of those that walk in sleep is pock-marked with small swamps, moors, and stony outcrops. It's due to this that a constant low lying fog is present, except for right around the mouth of the river by the small waterfall. This fog makes it hard to see your footing and can easily hide a low laying, slim bodies predator, one namely is the Omamygue. The Omamygue has a serpent like body, long slender, short yet powerful legs with clawed feet, a mouth filled with curved and serrated teeth, thick scales of a turquose color and a frill of 'feathers' just behind the two dipples that serve as its ears. This large reptile presses itself low to the ground in wait, sometimes waiting for days, then strikes and retreates to digest. This was the animal that had gotten the figure into so much trouble, he didn't realy consider that the Omamygue was the serpent of hexes, nightmares, and horrible black magics said to invade your dreams at night and leave in the morning with your soul, and because of this the items he possesed where deemed 'cursed'.
Standing he holds the butt of the spear out towards the ground and in front of his feet, and steps his way out into the fog.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 16, 2009 18:37:08 GMT -5
She followed the lighted pathway, staggering toward the prep-deck. As she passed all the other pods she realized they were empty. "Where... is everybody?" She asked aloud.
The ship echoed emptily as she made her way. As she walked Lillian only passed by one other sleeper. She felt cold and alone with the hauntingly empty pods capturing her reflection.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 16, 2009 22:23:58 GMT -5
There was a quick blur of movment in the darkened prep hall as a transperent screen drops from the ceiling, flickering to life with the holographic image of a man, well kept in a jumpsuit just like her own. His sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and unaturaly white teeth gave him a surreal image.
"Hello my name is Jeff, I'm your automated preperation program to help you get acustomed to your suroundings and prepair you for you intended task. You may address any question you have to me at this time, or if you'd like I could keep going and skip the questioning." The highspirited male voice sounds from the screen.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 16, 2009 22:40:18 GMT -5
She rubbed her eyes and stared up at the screen. "Where is everybody?" She demanded again aloud. It was only a man on a screen and yet she needed answers.
None of this was right. The program she had been offered had been planned to turn out much differently. Everyone was suppost to disembark at the same time but she was the only here, and awake. Where were the others? They should be here with her. All these great minds, friends she had known on earth, were gone. Maybe something had gone wrong with her pod. The thought shook her.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 16, 2009 22:58:06 GMT -5
"Passangers through out sections one, two, three, four, five, and seven are completly evacuated. Sector eight is ninety six percent into evacuation."The voice says.
"I could run through a list of those still in stasis if you need a more detailed explanation."
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 16, 2009 23:02:59 GMT -5
She shook her head folding her arms across her churning stomach. Lillian didn't want any more statistics.
"What year is it?" She asked instead.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 16, 2009 23:13:18 GMT -5
"By Earths standard time I've roughly calculated time here at Twelve forty-two in the afternoon, the twelveth of April on the year 13989 A.D."The voice says, the screen running a few quick calculation acrost the board.
"Well, it seem it's your birthday. Congratulation, I'll inform the cook and have you a cake ready by four-o-clock. Was there anything else you'd like to know?" Little fireworks and sparklers appearing on the holographic screen.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 16, 2009 23:38:01 GMT -5
She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Thanks." She grumbled not wanting to think about how old she was not. She still felt like a 27 year old yet according to the year she was... way... way older.
"How do I get out of here?" She asked
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 17, 2009 18:07:34 GMT -5
"Follow the lighted floor path to the exit..."
Again the red arrow appeares on the floor leading to the door opposite her.
"Is there anything else you need?"
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 17, 2009 18:29:13 GMT -5
"I need..." She clutched her stomach. "To know where the kitchen is..."
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 18, 2009 9:22:30 GMT -5
"I've loaded a second marker to take you to the kitchen." A green light appeares on the floor showing the way to the kitchen. However, the door wouldn't open. The soft sounds of water could be heard from the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry it seems their's been a minor obstruction in the path. I'll notify the maitenece drones and inform you once the path is free again."The green light at Lillians feet dissapeares leaving only the red light.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 18, 2009 10:20:17 GMT -5
She groaned, and walked down the red lighted path with only a bottle of water and a towel hanging over her shoulders.
At the end of her path there was a door. Imposingly large, she pressed the 'open' button next to it. It screeched open causing her to cover her ears at the awful noise. Outside she saw only heavy fog. She hesitated by the door.
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