(@Helidor) Hastur: Well, still no need to sell them amidst the street, y'know... Especially since they most likely won't buy it. ~looks aside, people are suspicious or indifferent~ Might as well come with me there... Helidor, was that the name?
(@Auron) Hastur: I look too humane to you, not healthy. A Great Old One in its prime would transcend that appearance fully... Though I've already managed to bring some of it back. ~while Hastur looks like a lightweight teen, his footsteps look like those of a man five times heavier than he is~
He then looks at Asagi, Nova and Minerva.
(@Lisa; Auron) Hastur: I'm afraid I might need some help soon. After I rent a few rooms for them, we should help them accomodate. ~looks at Minerva~ And there might be troubles.
edited 31st Jul '16 11:52:12 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Helidor: That is my type, but in absence of others of my kind that is more convenient than my actual name. And I have no superior ideas so, yes.
edited 31st Jul '16 11:53:15 PM by RhymeBeat
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Auron: -to Lisa- "You would be surprised. I've met one already. People travel to many places for many reasons."
-to Hastur- "...True. I suppose I did mean 'human' when I said 'healthy.' What are you, then? Some kind of god? Your presence makes me think so."
-he then nods at the sleeping travellers- "...I'll help."
Be kind.(@Helidor) Hastur: Hey, that's just like the deal with my name! Hastur is also much more convenient among others, it's at least something they can pronounce! ~chuckles~ By the way, that's how you may call me, nice to meet you. And these are my... new friends Auron and Lisa. ~introduces Helidor with a gesture~
(@Auron) Hastur: You might call me like that. If compared to humans, The Great Old Ones are sufficiently advanced to be called gods, and veneration by cultists gives them power they need to perform miracles. But I've sworn off cultists of any kind, since mine were lack-witted retards. ~sighs in irritation, which looks rather cute in the chat's serious context~
(@Lisa) Hastur: I'm unsure this facility can accomodate a shantak, so we might have to leave it here. But, well, we might cover it with something? Desert nights are harsh. I've fallen through the atmosphere during one.
edited 1st Aug '16 12:11:10 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
Auron: -to Lisa- "Considering we appear to be stuck here, I would hope so."
-to Hastur- "...I see. That...explains a lot, I suppose."
"Condolences for your...followers. Must be rough."
And I'm off for the night, as well.
edited 1st Aug '16 12:24:41 AM by Chilifro
Be kind.(@Auron) Hastur: You should not pity them. For their misguided attempts to bring me onto the planet filled with intelligent life that lies closest to my dimension, Earth, most of them have paid with their lives, as did I. And after that incident I doubt that "intelligent life" part of Earth's portfolio.
(@Lisa) Hastur: Indeed. Look around, our current conglomeration is crazy enough. ~shrugs~ And if that won't suffice to assure you, think on how did you manage to get here. No one aside from that Cindy chick got into The Middle of Nowhere of their own volition, and even Cindy had no other choice. ~looks around in suspicion, then lowers his voice~ And I still can't believe you manage to sneak around supremely well.
Xenitech Cruiser Daencardo, Dropship Bay, In orbit above Sandan's second moon
Eires Nada took a deep breath and cycled through her music once again, nodding her head in time to the tunes now reverberating through her suit. As with always, no matter how heavy her metal was, it helped her keep her cool in these situations. She looked around the dropship and at her comrades-in-arms. Eriks, Jenkin, Kent, all the others...she wondered if they still got the shakes like she sometimes did. If they did, the chatter between them didn't betray such a disposition.
"D-Squad, we are prepped to drop. Ready in ten..."
She closed her eyes and stretched her neck.
"...Seven...."
Switching quickly over to her suit's internal cooling, she breathed a sigh of relief as the air conditioning kept her face, if nothing else, cool as she steeled herself.
"...Four..."
Quietly, she whistled a three-tone-whistle, drawn out to correspond with the last few seconds of peace she had before all hell broke loose.
"Happy hunting, D-Squad!"
With a horrendous WHOOOOOSH Eires' stomach jumped into her throat as the dropship did its best impression of a brick out of a window and made its way towards the moon "below". Her thoughts naturally drifted away only to be interrupted by the warning lights and sirens signaling their exit from the ship.
She moved into position, lining up between the others as the dropship's integrated rails kept her suit from bouncing about in the cabin, and the rush of air as the hold depressurized overrode the music. Silently, the main door opened up, and beyond the suits of her squadmates all that was visible was the cold, comforting blackness of the void, one last reassuring sight before their mission begun....but her thoughts were interrupted as the dropship rattled violently and several bright flashed illuminated the interior of the craft, shrapnel tearing off the back end of the vehicle as easily as if it was tissue paper. Within an instant, D-Squad had been reduced to half its numbers, and Eires was left with but a split second to make a decision.
Acting on Instinct, she dropped out of the craft and immediately spun so her back faced the moon, firing the jump jets integrated into the suit to slow her fall towards the barren rock below. Damn the cool down rate, she needed to reduce velocity, now. Firing in rapid succession, Eires prayed to the outer gods that it would be enough, right before she hit the ground.
The beeping of the vitals slowly brought Nada to, and she slowly brought her head up and winced as a migraine the size of the Daencardo itself settled in nicely between her temples. Looking up, she vaguely picked out the ship itself in the distance, a terrible lance poised directly at the colony she now stood, or rather laid, on. Standing up slowly, she checked her suit and body vitals; roughed up nicely, but other than an overheat on the jump jets and plenty of paint swaps with the rocks around, she seemed to be all right. The map in the corner of her vision pinged and a marker rested a couple of klicks away...
Ceros Outpost, Sandan-2
Flashes of brilliant light lit up and lanced out as the outpost's anti-aerial lasers reached out and touched the Xenitech dropships and troopers swarming out of the Daencardo, a strangely beautiful display with all that was truly happening in the moon's low atmosphere. Eires took a second to appreciate the ironic beauty in the display before slowly approaching the nearest entrance. Two armoured troopers stood outside, and guns swept the immediate landscape, a sad affair that only amounted to several depressingly rocky affairs. She scanned the the area and decided that two concussive grenades would do the trick, and fifteen seconds later, she was proven right.
Moving into the now-destroyed entrance, Eires scanned the hallways, guns at the ready as she proceeded through the complex, fully aware that her suit would hamper her own movement. Strangely enough, it proved to be a nonissue as there was no movement as far as she could see, but several signs pointed towards the lower levels of the complex, the two most obvious being the energy readings she was getting from below her and the absence of light and activity in the upper levels.
proceeding downward, she became rather keenly aware of a high-pitched whine that echoed and played havoc with her sensors, and she stopped several times to recalibrate the auditory sensors in particular to try and deaden the interference. The source of whatever was putting off that much energy became apparent to her as she almost rounded a corner and smack-dab into a Corellian grav-tank (Tekan variant, by the looks of the cannons on it) that was standing, or rather, floating, guard before a heavily-armoured door. Whatever these punks were trying to hide, it had to be right behind that door. Eires stayed firmly out of sight as she weighed her options carefully....
Jake Lane was having a stressful evening. First he had been hired and stuck on this rock, and despite the good pay, had grown quite bored wasting his days away playing his friends at poker for the same 300 credits and going over the pitifully-small library's collection of movies, and no matter how interesting the theoretical documentaries might have been three months ago, he had quickly exhausted them all. This had all changed seven hours ago when the team had gotten the alert that a Xenitech Dreadnought-class had appeared off the far side of Sandan and was moving towards the moon. Despite the mercenary's initial excitement over some real action, he was quick to realize that the outpost's defenses were making fair work of the main forces and the secondary flanking maneuvers, by the rest of his company's reports, were being held back in other sections of the compound, while he was stuck here in front of some "top secret" research facility they were tinkering around in.
Sighing, the last thing he saw as he looked at the monitors was that a particularly heavy Xenitech INVICTUS-class mech-suit was bearing down on him before a fist ripped off the tank's hatch and tossed him aside like a ragdoll.
Eires was uneasy about how simple things had been so far, and impressed (and disgusted) by the total lack of a fight the Tekan had put up. From the brief flash of the pilot's face as she tossed him out of the tank, he was especially bored by what was happening around him. Whatever her own thoughts on the matter may have been, Eires wasn't going to pass up a chance at an easy solution to any problem, and thanked the outer gods that everything had gone smoothly so far.
The door she now faced was an impressive affair by itself. Thick Aramacium and bolts bigger than her suit's forearm kept it firmly in place, and a generator box that rivaled the now-defunct tank's chassis hummed off to the side. Whatever the solution was, whoever was inside would know someone was a' knocking.
Eires grumbled and dug out the charges she had picked up before she dropped, and set them at key points around the structure. Heading a fair ways back, she held a steady hand on the detonator and pressed it in, a satisfying KA-THOOM telling her that the job had been done right.
Guns drawn and jump jets firing on all engines, Eires boosted through the rubble and smoke, stopping as she aimed the revolvers at the two most immediate heat signatures, but was impressed as the cloud dispersed and a large, incredibly large, signature appeared directly in front of her.
"What in the god's names..."
Before she could react, her radio crackled to life and an unidentified voice spoke to her hurriedly, almost in a panic.
"Agent, we know why you're here but I beg you, don't make a move. One wrong step and this whole station could go up in an explosion that makes your antimatter weaponry look like a common burst las- oh no."
The reactor that sat in the middle of the room started crackling with a strange lightning, and Eires only just registered the sound of another grav-tank in motion behind her as she stood, transfixed, at the process unfolding in front of her.
However, she did not register the shot that sent her tumbling towards the crackling ball of light as the radio squealed and pitched wildly between channels, finally settling on a low-pitched errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnt as white light filled her visor and she felt herself falling....
The Middle of Nowhere
For a split second, Thunder rumbled through the sky and a light appeared outside the town a fair ways off.
For the second time in five hours, Eires Nada fell through space only to be painfully reunited with the ground. For the second time in five hours, Eires Nada groggily came back to her senses, and in the same way a drunkard would find his feet after a long night making out with the pavement in front of the latest bar he'd just 86'd himself from, got her own legs back under her.
She got to her knees and had just enough frame of mind to unsheathe her helmet from her head as she emptied the contents of her stomach on the ground, protein mix and dehydrated food coming back up much the same way as it had gone down; with much choking and at a level drier than one could imagine food to be able to get, damn the Xenitech scientists. It was a small relief that she didn't feel particularly attached to the stuff.
Gettting her bearings, Eires' sensors picked up a town on the horizon as she wiped off her mouth, readjusted her helmet back into position, and kicked the internal AC up to the max. It wasn't too far from the town, but it would be a much longer walk than Eires would have preferred.
She tracked down her pistols, reattached them to her suit, and started walking.....
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-In the very sleepy town of Middle of Nowhere, on a beautiful hot summer day...-
-...Several gunshots can be heard ringing out from one of the rooms of a small inn-
-Which is followed minutes later by a very embarrassed and frantic "Sorry sorry sorry!"-
-Just a normal start to the day-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)The King In Yellow walked out of the saloon, stretching with some weird cracks of his spine and joints to follow. The sun was still oppressively hot, though after some rest this wasn't causing too much discomfort. Looking around, Hastur shrugged, smiled and approached a nearby bench. And as he sat down and the rickety wooden construction cracked alarmingly under his weight, The King In Yellow has hastily relocated the center of his mass to his feet.
Deciding to daydream for a bit more, Hastur closed his eyes even tighter than usual... And then some gunshots broke the silence. "Huh?" - The Great Old One stood up lazily and decided to approach the source of sounds.
edited 1st Aug '16 11:22:01 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
Eires was having a pretty crappy day so far. It turned out that her music player had gotten wrecked in the fall, the air control had shorted out halfway through her walk, and she hurt all over, with special mention to her ribs and legs. She supposed that she was bleeding as well, but couldn't tell the difference between it and the sweat. Top it off with having nothing to eat for the entirety of her walk and, all things considered, this had not been her favorite drop so far. Moving in gravitational conditions wasn't her first choice, but little by little the town had slowly condensed into a solid entity, buildings standing separately from each other and the quiet but definite sounds of activity emanating from the area.
She got to the end of her chain as she reached the town, and made it a point to find the nearest shady alley way before she sat down, almost collapsing to the dirt. She briefly cocked her now-helmetless head towards the gunshots, but was far too worn out to pay it any more mind than that.
edited 1st Aug '16 11:34:35 AM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]

Helidor: I am perfectly functional and if no threat to any of you aliens. I am a simple Helidor selling my wares. Helidor Facet 3G9K Cut 8IO. I come in peace.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.