Chorus
Non Player Character
M.I.A.
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Post by Chorus on Oct 21, 2016 8:15:04 GMT -5
The smoke wafted through ruined bridge, dancing softly over the crumbled and still forms that lay spread out over the cold deck. The choir howled in an insane cacophony within the enclosed helmet as they could hear the terrified but determined cries of what remained of the drifting crippled escorts crew attempt to rally as they fortified their last remaining defenses below decks. The massive armored figure dropped the lifeless husk of the captain's body, stepping over what remained of the young bolian and tiled its head back as the tortured voice of the commanding officer sang out just who had sent the ship and why....
A deep growl rumbled deeply within the armored chest as the suits mic hissed out a single word....
"Avalon...."
The mirrored vision turned to the main view screen and focused on the distant vast refinery, that was dug into and built out of the very asteroids they were mining. Within the darkness of the visored helm a pair of shining silver on silver eyes closed and the many many distant songs of the mine were heard....carefully listening for a specific song....
GONE!
The figured roared in rage as chairs and consoles were crushed, ripped up from their bolts and hurled around the wreck of the bridge.
AQUARIUS!!! AQUARIUS! SHE DID THIS TO US!!! IT WAS HER!!!
The titanic gauntlet slammed into the burning and sparking helm console and shattered it to pieces as the unearthly rage and unquenched desires ripped through its tortured form.
REVENGE! HUNGER!!! AQUARIUS!!! AVALON!!!
The figure stepped back and stared once more at the distant mine and the dark growling continued as thoughts raced and interlaced with its wild insane symphony. Where, they thought, where would they...send ..her....where....
The growl stopped and an eerie silence filled the bridge....until a single word was whispered....
"Sentinel....."
A burst of wild wind and tendrils of dark lightning caressed and snapped at what remained of the bridge as Chorus stepped into the beyond, leaving the crippled starship adrift ...
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Post by Rear Admiral Arak Verdaan on Oct 21, 2016 9:08:07 GMT -5
Some time later...
LOCATION: Starbase 33
Arak's office was lit by the pale glow of the Arucanis Arm and the small ember of light at the end of his Bajoran cigar. He let out a puff of smoke as a holocom transmission lit up in front of him -- that of Commander Gabriel Frame, the leader of Raven Squad.
"Operative Angel", the Admiral spoke. "Report."
"The mission failed, Admiral." The Commander delivered his report as he looked dead-ahead, not making eye contact. "Doctor Spencer and K'Rika had fled the station before we arrived. And there was... interference from the Chorus. However, we believe that he was unable to locate Spencer and K'Rika as well. Someone must have tipped them off, but it definitely was not Avalon."
The Admiral ashed his cigar, thinking.
"The only place that Spencer and K'Rika would go, Angel, is the Sentinel. I will prepare our asset on the Sentinel for this contingency."
"What about Raven Squad, Sir? Will we engage the Chorus?" Angel asked.
"It is not the right time nor the place, Angel. We may have new weapons and upgraded technology but I am certain that we will need Lieutenant Decia and Ensign Adryan in their ICON suits before we can truly confront Joshua Cameron. Our new task is to prevent Chorus from absorbing K'Rika. Not only would that be disastrous, but K'Rika could be a valuable fighter to have on our side. She may perhaps rival the Chorus in strength one day... but I doubt that day is today. This order is priority one, all other priorities rescinded." Arak explained.
Angel nodded. "I can coordinate this with Deacon, Sir."
"Then do so immediately... and feel free to window shop before you do. You are dismissed, Operative."
Angel bowed slightly as the stream cut off...
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Chorus
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Post by Chorus on Oct 28, 2016 7:44:10 GMT -5
A noise, an impossible sound beyond the door to the room Angel stood in, a wind of almost a hurricane force rattle the metal doors. Muffled screams of shock and surprise from his squad were abruptly cut off. Chillingly a single phaser shot and then silence. The only sound Angel can hear is the beating of his own heart and the rasp of his own breath. The door before him bulges impossibly almost comically inward and then bent out of its frame falls in two halves to the deck, to show a massive armored silhouette. The glint of the communications console briefly shines off of the dark helmet's reflective visor. Behind the massive figure the room billows with an eerie almost ethereal smoke. A chilling deep rasp of a snarl fills the room as well as his thoughts...a single word....echoes in the dark recesses of his mind...
AVALON!
With heavily reinforced training and honed reflexes the Avalon agent makes a lunge for his weapon. It was the single best play in his whole career and against any other foe he wouldve reached his sidearm and fired. His fingers closed around the phaser and he brought it up to bear before his entire body went stiff, frozen like a statue immobilized in time and space...
Angel could only watch as the massive figure closed the distance to him and easily palmed the back of his head in one guantlet. The impossibly strong fingers angled his head as if to gaze into the eyes of his attacker he could not see. Within the strange reflection his could only find his own eyes as they seemed to fill with the ghostly skulls of hundreds of screaming faces, voices that now ripped through his own mind. The foul chorus sang a chaotic cacophony as they sifted as one through his most recent thoughts...
an image of an office lit by the pale glow of the Arucanis Arm along with the face of his Admiral illuminated by each puff of his Bajoran cigar...Operative Angel...Report...his own face, so confident then and strong...eager and loyal...ready to do his duty...The mission failed, Admiral...Doctor Spencer and K'Rika had fled the station before we arrived. And there was... interference from the Chorus. However, we believe that he was unable to locate Spencer and K'Rika as well. Someone must have tipped them off, but it definitely was not Avalon...
An image not of the conversation danced in and was blood red...a hiss of a cry from the chorus of tormented voices as the familiar hateful image of Elizabeth Razzor appeared ....
AQUARIUS!
The image lingered as the previous thoughts and memories of his previous conversation returned...
...the admirals face once more...The only place that Spencer and K'Rika would go, Angel, is the Sentinel. I will prepare our asset on the Sentinel for this contingency...his own face, determined and ready to fight appeared once more...What about Raven Squad, Sir? Will we engage the Chorus?...It is not the right time nor the place, Angel. We may have new weapons and upgraded technology but I am certain that we will need Lieutenant Decia and Ensign Adryan in their ICON suits before we can truly confront Joshua Cameron. Our new task is to prevent Chorus from absorbing K'Rika. Not only would that be disastrous, but K'Rika could be a valuable fighter to have on our side. She may perhaps rival the Chorus in strength one day... but I doubt that day is today. This order is priority one, all other priorities rescinded...
another dark soul wrenching hiss....
K'RIKA!...DEMON FROM THE BOX! YES! LOCATED! PROTECTING BLUEBIRD!
as he could only watch within his own thoughts, own face returned again, ready prepared and set for the coming fight...I can coordinate this with Deacon, Sir...Then do so immediately... and feel free to window shop before you do. You are dismissed, Operative...
Reality and the isolation of his own thoughts returned as the massive armored figure let go of his head, his muscles remained locked even as his mind screamed at him to pull the trigger...The armored figured turned away from the Avalon agent as a deep growl filled the room and his mind...
...SENTINEL...BLUEBIRD...DEMON OF THE BOX...SWORD...SHIELD...DEACON...GUARDIAN....SENTINEL....SENTINEL!
The figure turned back to face Angel as its head canted its massive helm to regard the frozen operative for what seemed like an eternity...before another deep growl ripped through the room and his mind...
AVALON...OPERATIVE...
Angel screamed once as the terror and pain his then felt was given voice...
He screamed only once more, before the figured turned and stepped over his crumbled form. It walked passed the fallen forms of Raven squad and in a burst of blinding light and powerful winds was gone...
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Post by Joe McDougal on Oct 31, 2016 15:17:23 GMT -5
Joe McDougal sat in the empty Sickbay, cradling his injured arm.
"I bet that purdy doctor is gonna be back here any second." He reassured himself in vain as he continued to wait.
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