A Game of Gods: Taskforce Sifuri:
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Well, it was a historic day. He had become a Human-Dalek, the first of the new breed of Dalek. Daleks with emotion, without the desire to kill everything.
Too bad the rest of the Cult disagreed with him on that.
Right now, he was on his hands an knees on a stage, in New York, November 1930. The Doctor, his former enemy, now his only ally, was standing in front of him, waiting to be fired upon be the two Daleks, Jast and Thay, that flanked Sec. The Dalek-Human flanked the Doctor and co.
Sec smiled. The Doctor had just called him the smartest Dalek to ever live.
His cult kept on rambling about New Skaro being Earth, the survival of the Dalek race, and all that stuff that Sec could now classify as bullshit, and exactly what he wanted to lead his race from.
Sec spoke, just once, trying to reason with his former minions.
"Listen here my Daleks. If you choose death and destruction, Then death and destruction will choose you."
But his Daleks could not be swayed. Just as one was about to blast the Doctor, Sec leaped in the way, taking the blast.
Oh, it was agonizing. This was what he had done to countless people? If his race had come to fruition, any weapons would've been set to instantaneous, not drawn out to increase the pain.
Sec's life began to flash before his eyes. The Time War, The Void, Torchwood...
His mind rested on a well-buried set of memories. His time as a prisoner of the Nomads. All the challenges. Werewolves, Mars, becoming a human female, the goblins, Tokyo, Thor...
His mind settled on one memory to end his days, a memory of a conversation, between Fawful, Zod, Osborn and the others, on the fact that they all had enemies who dressed in red and blue.
Just then, Sec awoke to the scenery of the spaceship, a meadow and an ocean.
Through his one eye, he could make out two shapes. A robot and a man clad in Blue and Red.
Sec nearly laughed at the coincidence.
Quote found himself on a... beach? Something was amiss though. Gravity was screwy, and he heard engine noises, like he was back in the bowels of the floating island. Looking about, he found others here. It seemed he hadn't been the only one dragged here. He just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with another Demon Crown.
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Today, however, was different. They had saved his life. If there was one thing he wanted to do, it was survive. So he would do as he was told, lest he suffer the consequences.
He began to move towards the others, thinking about how to introduce himself.
edited 22nd Sep '11 6:27:10 PM by Vox
Sky woke up while yawning to see that he was in a meadow next to an ocean. But as the SPD cadet looked all around carefully, he realized that he was not at his bed. "Where the hell am I?!" Sky examined himself and saw that he was in his full SPD officer uniform and not in his civilian clothes when he took a nap a while ago.
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edited 22nd Sep '11 7:44:08 PM by biomechtraveler
On a certain beach, far, far away, a male figure landed in the sand, clutching a harp, his piercing red eyes wide in shock, no longer tearful. She wasn't above the clouds anymore. She... He? Sheik looked down at his hands. Sure enough, the pointer fingers were bound with white bandages, and his forearms were covered in the tight-fitting blue sleeves of his Sheikah outfit, wrapped in a similar fashion. She - no, he - was Sheik again. But why? Where was he? Why was he on this beach? He looked up, sensing something in the air. Strange. There were several other beings on this stretch of sand. He walked towards them. It would be best to keep his identity hidden for now, he rationalized. Already he was assessing the situation, thinking with a clear head. A slim, male figure, his unkempt blonde hair hanging out over the headcloth that covered his head and his lower face swathed in loose folds of white fabric, wearing a skin-tight white-blue bodysuit with the red emblem of the Sheikah on it,a single, stylized eye, crying a single tear, and many bandages wrapped around various parts of his costume - stepped into view of Koragg and the others. His piercing red eyes regarded them cooly and observantly. When he spoke, it was low and melodious, though rather distant and muffled by the cloth that covered his mouth. "It seems that you are in the same predicament as I am," he said. "Where are we? And who are you?"
edited 22nd Sep '11 8:12:00 PM by troydenite
He crashed down at the beach, produce spilt from his bag and rolling into the sand. Thankfully most of them were peeled, so their delicious innards could be preserved. At that moment something clicked into his mind. "Sand?!" He realized that a beach was bad news for him. Rolling to his feet, he stood up and attempted to run to the blessed shade of the trees to escape the direct sunlight by buying time with his umbrella. A few feet away from the shade, he stumbled and fell. He then steadily dried out until he resembled a mummy without bandages. "Mumumumuumum...." He gasped out, eyes bulging and skin becoming like human jerky. Too bad he didn't pack sunscreen or transform fast enough. He just hoped that a cloud or something could block the sun so he could regain some precious energy to escape. That was then when he realized something. There was no sun. His skin immediately contorting back to normal complexion, he stood up and looked up, seeing nothing but forest. "Man, I'm a fool." He then went back to pick up his produce and umbrella, humming a little tune, happy he didn't have to fear the sun.
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