War of the Races (Anyone and as many as want to join)

OoC: Okay I will be using both Krayt and Deadeye here in this battle. This is a war between many races on the planet earth and beyond, anyone who wants to join may jump in (Please dont post when its almost over, unless you have a really good idea). Here is the low down: A group of people have Gathered a large number of alien races and placed them on a deserted planet in order to see who the most powerful races are. Whoevers team you want to be on, or if you even want to be on a team is entirely up you, let the battle begin!! (PS: Glad to be bacK)

BiC: Krayt awoke in a daze. The room around him started to spin, and his head felt like it was full of helium. He tried to stand, but the mighty sytonian could not move a muscle. He struggled to lift his arms but they it was useless, even with all his strength he couldnt budge his limbs from the ground he was laying on. As he struggled to turn his head he noticed that he was in some sort of gas chamber. As his eyes closed again he heard the soft mumblings of voices:

"I cant believe we caught a Sytonian!" A rather weasly voice said.

"Who would has thought one was hiding out on that rubbish planet, what was it called again....earth?" A rather gruff voice replied.

"Lets hope he doesnt tear up to many of our.....specimens we have captured" the weasly voice said.

"Do not worry, Sytonians are powerful, but with the gravity on this planet his strength will be somewhat diminished. It is a little more powerful then earths gravity, not to mention we have some of the most powerful races across the galaxy, I think this sytonian is going to meet his match." The gruff voice replied again.

Krayt tried to remember what happened, but everything slowly went black again. Whatever was going on, he would soon find out.

Meanwhile.....

Deadeye lept off of rather large tree, to another branch that extended out in front of him. He was like a squirrel leaping from tree to tree without any flaw in his technique, he repeated this process, until he cam across an unusual sight.

There floating right in the sky was a huge spacecraft! Deadeye had seen one of these before during one of his earlier adventures, but this one looked very different and was much larger then the last one. Deadeye knew that it was looking for him, it looked as if it was time for him to prove himself again.

Deadeye took a deep breath and ran out under the spaceship, only to slowly black out. As he began to lose conscience, he felt his body slowly lifting up off of the ground toward the ship, It seemed like another adventure was ahead for him...

ooC: Okay anyone may join, Post how they get captured and taken aboard the ship. I know I said this before, but Im back in the BA!

BiC: Alarms sounded as Sorelu returned to his kingdom, he ran swiftly bearing ill news. A huge flying object, not one of this world was coming for Ingfi. "Evacuate the forest, hide in the ruins of our fallen enemies, humans!" he ordered to the general of his army, from him the message would be carried to various barracks and then to the rest of the city-state.

Sorelu turned to face this mechanical monster that was ravaging his precious woodland home. Anger shot into his eyes as he saw the tree marking his father's grave ripped up from the ground by turbulence. Three massive heat blasts emerged from inside the Elf; nothing on that thing will live after Sorelu is done with it. The heat blasts decimated into nothingness as they hit some invisible barrier protecting the ship.

On board a mechanic shouted, "Shields hit on the starboard side! We got ourselves a fighter!"

Sorelu's keen eyes saw something aim his direction. A small puff of smoke released itself from the muzzle, and before Sorelu could fully understand this technology, his arm was bleeding and his limbs bound by some unnamed force. He felt himself rise toward the beast consuming the forest. He reached for the magic, but it just barely escaped his grasp. For now, he was going to have to subside and let them win... until he can summon his magic again anyway, then they will all pay.

OOC: I'm using Essence, link in my signature.

BIC: Beads of sweat formed along Essence's forehead, she was scared. Her breaths were short and it brought pain to her chest, like she had ran ten miles without rest.

She trembled slightly, not wanting to turn back at all. She had been followed by this mysterious thing in the sky, and it almost had taken her. She had began to run away and it kept on following the half-human.

"What......is....that........thing?" Essence asked herself between breaths. She was just walking peacefully, what did it want?

Essence's confusion was interupted by a faint breeze in the air and a faint light beaming down on her. She looked up to see the thing in the sky again. The 13-year-old screamed and began to run away again. Only this time it caught her. She floated in the air, toward this....thing in the air. Essence was even more scared then last time, she couldn't move out of its grasp. She even tried to get out her scimitar, but what good would that do to fight the air anyway? She just floated into the thing, trying to guess her fate.

OoC: Herro everyone!
This is my first BA adventure, so don't be too hard on me, please.
Also, my character link's in my sig.



BiC: Tacheon looked both ways before he crossed the street. He always did, and he probably always will. He was headed to a rather formal event, and his attire matched it. Although Vanessa insisted that it was no big deal, she was being promoted to Head Admiral of the Galactic Navy, and he felt as though it was his obligation to be there. The sun glinted off of his many war medals in the fading afternoon. He always did like the weather here on earth, especially when it wasn't under Confederation rule.

Today, something was different. The sun still shone, the water still babbled whenever he got close enough to hear, and people's lives continued on, but something was wrong. Everything was muted, and suddenly a deafening note hit his ears. It was as if a flash-bang had gone off, but without the bang. His eardrums had been perforated for sure. He fell down to the ground, and everything went dark. After several excruciating minutes, he began to hear voices.

"Excellent, excellent. He will do fine. This one's got something special about him, yes."

"It's true, sir, his bio signs are through the roof! He's not an average human."

"That tatoo on his arm. Cross-reference it with everything in the databanks. I want to know what it means. You over there. Run the--"

Tacheon faded back into unconsciousness. He would deal with this situation later.

OOC:I will use Fenir the Demon, link in sig.

BIC: Fenir was to report to Satan and reiterate on how many souls he had taken. He walked through the massive stone halls, washed in the red light of the fires that burned on the cliffs below. He came upon a massive iron door with two scrawny demon guards in front.

"Do you have an appointment with the Great Lord of Darkness?" asked one of the guards as Fenir walked up.

"I do not need one." stated Fenir.

"Then you do not need to see Lord Satan." said the demon as he raised his wicked spear in defense. Fenir looked down at the guard, menacingly.

"Do you know who I am, you festering pile of puke?" he asked the guard, who was now looking very fearful."I am Fenir Astoroth Beelzebub. I am the monster you had nightmare's about when you were a child. You dare stop me from going to my master? I should throw you into the pits." The demon was petrified now. He quickly turned around to open the door. When the door began opening, Fenir walked through to see Satan sitting on his throne, looking very bored as his brother, Lucifer, gave a military report.

"Listen to me brother, if the soldiers don't have sufficient moral, they will rebel. Then where will our terrifying army of demons be when the great battle comes?" asked Lucifer.

"Lucy, you keep bothering me with this. Didn't I tell you to take them to earth? Let them roam free, maybe posses a few people, it'll give them some experience." said Satan, obviously annoyed.

"Leviathan won't let us through without your permission. I even told him who I was, and he still wouldn't let me through."

Satan sighed. He called over his scribe. She handed him some paper and a quill. He joted down a note and handed it to Lucifer. Finally, Satan noticed Fenir.

"Fenir! please come in. Lucy, this is my "tax collector" Fenir. Fenir this is my brother Lucifer." They nodded to each other and Lucifer left. Satan resumed a comfortable position on his throne.

"So, how is the soul business coming?" asked Satan. Fenir retaliated on his progress"Well, I know how you can get some more, Beelzebub has sensed a gathering of large souls. I will send you there. We have also rounded up a list of bodies for you to posses." said Satan.

"No, I want to use my current body," said Fenir,

"You mean that raggedy scarecrow? Whatever for?"

"It deceives my opponents."

"Ok, fine" Satan snapped his fingers and Fenir blacked out. When he woke up he was laying in some sort of chamber, with to creatures standing over him.

"Where did this one come from?" asked one to the other.

"I don't know, It turned around and it was right there." said the other one.

"Well the computer can't identify it's species, and look at these bio-signs. They're insane." Fenir laughed to himself, and blacked out.

OoC:

~Kartaikian Stormcloud~
Link in signature.

BiC:

"What is he...?" a voice said. Kartaikian couldn't remember much about what had just happened. He knew he was always in danger when he was in unfamiliar worlds, but this...this was impossible!

"He's just a human, Jeff," another voice said.

Kartaikian could remember riding his horse, Stormrider, through a vast empty valley, when he saw a huge beast of a machine flying through the sky. How could something mechanical fly? How could something so monstrous stay afloat in nothing but air? Whatever it was, it had somehow absorbed him, and so here he lay.

"What? He can't be, we were no where near the Milky Way when we found him," the one named Jeff said.

"Well, that doesn't really mean much. We were just there, which means it's possible anyone else could be. Besides, you can tell just by looking at him!" the other one said.

"Why would we be told to pick up an average human? Hmm...?" Jeff said.

"What makes you say he's average?"

"Well... What's with the chainmail and sword? And...are his ears...pointed?!? He's not an elf is he!?!"

"No, no, no...he is not an elf. We already determined that through DNA scanning. His DNA is closest to human DNA."

"Closest? Meaning it isn't?"

"Well...there were some...differences, but they could be random mutations, or perhaps he has mixed blood. Part elf maybe?"

As they kept arguing, Kartaikian felt exceedingly tired.

"Is he asleep yet?" Jeff said.

"Not fully...yet. You think he can hear us?"

"Maybe..."

That was the last thing Kartaikian heard before he drifted into darkness...

OoC: Well, time to enter the fray. I'll be using the Beast for the first time, let's hope this goes well.

BiC:
Blood dripped from the walls and limbs, weapons, and bones lied all around the quiet village. The field, filled with screams and cries only seconds ago, now was silent. Only the sound of a monster crunching on bone and flesh echoed throughout the area.

The Beast growled with pleasure as he devoured the last corpse of the village he had slaughtered. They had put up somewhat of a fight, but were no match for Project Seven. It was a matter of seconds before not a villager was left.

After finishing his dinner, the wicked being begun to hear a strange, whistling sound heading in his general direction. The Beast quickly smashed through the roof, white wings ripping out of his back. Project Seven scanned the skies for new prey, and noticed a metallic, flying object hurling towards him.

The demonic being grinned, showing his bloodstained teeth before he breathed deep, and fired a plume of flame towards the strange aircraft. The white fire was merely deflected by a barrier.

Project Seven roared in anger when it realized the attack had no effect. The strange object then fired a large beam that the Beast narrowly avoided. He quickly began to fly around the ship, searching for a weak point in his new foe.

After a few minutes of searching, he caught glimpse of some kind of opening on the bottom of the craft. Project Seven flew at the hole with all of his speed and crashed into it with great force, only to realize it was a trap.

"I was afraid we wouldn't catch this one, he was quite tricky." A strange being murmured to another, watching the Beast with caution.

"Yes, I wouldn't have been surprised if he did manage to do some damage to the ship, but I guess we got lucky." The second commented to the first.

Project Seven roared in anger, and slammed against his new cage. Being confined infuriated the Beast. The two creatures backed away to a safe distance as their new catch shook the entire ship.

"Well, best not stick around with this one, let's go check on the other's, it's time..." The first informed the second, and they both vanished, leaving the enraged creature alone in his cage.

OoC: Okay Im just itchin to post here again, and since we have a handful of people here, I will go ahead and move on with the story. If you wish to join still, please go right ahead, just be sure to catch up with everyone else.

BiC: Krayts eyelids slowly opened yet again, only this time he felt strong. In fact he felt stronger then his usual self! Krayt stood up and glared at the gas chamber they had put him in. Apparently his captors were intergalactic travelers, as they knew a weakness for Sytonians.

Krayt then recalled what had happened. He was flying through the air on patrol when the ship attempted to beam him aboard. Krayt broke free of the tractor beam and managed to put a dent in their cruiser, but they were prepared for this. Krayt remembered being gased with toxins that the ship released from one of its hatches, that is how he ended up in the gas chamber! But these alians overlooked one little thing, Krayt could hold his breathe for several minutes without needing to breathe, it was time to escape!

Krayt ran towards the door and hit it with his fist as hard as he could. To his surprise the door barely budged! Krayt nailed it again only to leave nothing but a loud ringing in the room. Krayt then got serious and charged his fist up with a fireball and shot it at the door, only to have it leave nothing more then a small burn mark.


"That wont work Sytonian! Weve had creatures far stronger then you try to break those doors and they failed miserably! You might as well just sit tight because you arent leaving that cell till we say you can leave!" A voice called over a nearby speaker.

"What do you want with me? Where are we going? Who else has been taken?!" Krayt yelled angrily.

"You are going to partake in a little....game of ours." The voice replied.

"You have been selected amongst many others to fight for your very life on the barren planet of Nerrab! Winner of this....War....will be given the privelige to live, and the honor of having fought many other races of this galaxy and beyond!" The voice explained.

Krayt then decided to just sit back and wait to see what would happen. The chamber walls were too powerful for him to break, and the air would run out if he used it to try and weld his way out, whatever was going to happen he would have to wait the old fashioned way.

OoC: Okay I will post what happened to Deadeye next time I post, since now the story is moving along lets get to it!

Suddenly, Kartaikian awoke. He got up and looked at the room he was standing in. All the walls were made of metal, as was the door. To Kartaikian's surprise, he could see his horse, Stormrider, through a window to an adjacent room. He also was surprised to see that his captors hadn't taken away his weapons, even though it was obvious he was carrying both his cursed longsword and his recurved bow and arrows.

He aimed a kick at the window, but it didn't even crack at the blow. His horse then saw him, and walked up to the window. Kartaikian tried to tell it to kick at the window, but the glass was too thick for the horse to hear him. Fortunately, the horse could think for itself, and attempted to break the window anyway. Once again though, the glass didn't even crack. It did seem to bend a little though, absorbing the force of the kick.

"You ain't going nowhere, boy," a voice said. Kartaikian looked around for the source of the voice, but couldn't seem to find it. There was no one else in the room. When it spoke again, he was able to pinpoint the source as a small box in the corner of his cell. "You can understand what I'm saying right? You do speak my language?"

Kartaikian could understand the speaker alright, but he didn't say anything. Perhaps pretending he couldn't understand him would come as an advantage to him.

"I can hear you, you know. Don't be afraid to speak." the voice said. "We're almost to Nerrab, the...battleground. Don't you wish to know what's going on before we get there?"

After consideration, Kartaikian decided he would speak. "What do you want from me?"

"We don't want anything from you, we just want you. You and many others."

"Who else?"

"That doesn't concern you."

"Where are we going, and why?"

"We're going to the barren planet of Nerrab, which you can simply call the battleground, because that's what it's going to be."

"Battleground? Is there some kind of war going on?"

The voice paused for a moment. "Not yet, no. There will be soon though. It'll be a gathering of all the best warriors of the Universe, and beyond. The last person standing gets a prize: their life."

"Why?"

"Because, we can. Now, tell me, what is your name?"

Kartaikian thought for a moment, at the absurd idea of pitting him against other strong warriors, simply for entertainment value. He wasn't about to kill an innocent person for the sake of his own life, but he would have to do what he could.

"Call me Stormcloud."

When Fenir awoke, he was in a cell like room. Suddenly a voice came from a small box in the corner of his cell.

"Hello warrior." said the box. Fenir snapped his head in the direction of a small metal sphere in the corner of the room.

"Hello Jeff,how are this fine day?" asked Fenir in a mocking tone.

"H-how did you know my name?" asked the box.

"Oh I know everything about you, Jeff. I am the only one of my kind to be omnipotent."

"Who are you?"

"I am Fenir Astoroth Beelzebub, chief taxer for The Mighty Prince of Darkness, Satan."
Fenir heard nothing from the box.

"Jeff? are you still there my friend?" Fenir asked. He had to stop himself from bursting out laughing. Then Jeff spoke again.

"What you have told me would explain why we couldn't identify your species. Anyway we are going to-"

"The barren planet Nerrab, or the Battlegrounds, as you prefer us to call it. And there I and hundreds of others will fight to the death, the winner keeping his life. But what you failed to tell the others is that they will be stranded on the planet, and die anyway,because you can do that can't you?"Once again, the comm. was silent.

"What am I thinking right now?" asked Jeff.

"Your wishing you weren't here. Your wishing you were back at your home." stated Fenir.

"I want to ask you something,"

"Why ask when you already know the answer?"

"Wha....what....what happened to my son?" whispered Jeff

"You were there. He can not be found by looking. He will reveal himself in time," Fenir whispered back. He thought it was about time the conversation, so Fenir turned off the comm, and waited for the manslaughter he was about to induce.

Sorelu awoke in a dank cell, not much more than a metal door and a small box in the corner. Sorelu reached for the magic again, he found it this time, and he let a flame kindle on his palm. He contemplated getting out of here; it was obvious to his keen eyes that the walls and widows were quite thick. Deep in thought, he thought about storms, and why they move with the winds. Then he thought about what makes wind move...

"He's awake!.... Erm... You! You caused quite some trouble, you should be.....proud though that will ultimatle be your doo---"

"Dont speak." Sorelu said absently as the kindling flame in his hand grew rapidly and violently until it focused upon the sphere in the corner. When the smoke cleared, a smoldering, white-hot lump of metal remained.

Sorelu went back to thinking, If wind moves in a pattern then...no! That’s not it. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. There had to be a way out. Then inspiration struck him! He climbed onto his feet, spread them for stability and reached into his mind for a huge spell, one for the records. He emerged himself into the element of wind, feeling the harsh winds of the elven plains, the soft breeze of the shores, the firm blowing of the battlefield, the smell of blood, the blood of his father floating across the lands and seas timelessly.

Sorelu's eyes opened though he did not see, they were a brilliant green, sharp but soothing, piercing but forgiving, this was the King of Elves, this was Sorelu Amil.

Air started to gently swirl around his feet, he felt it cool his legs against his sweat. The speed rapidly increased, engulfing the elf from bottom to top. An upward spiral traveled from the ground to the ceiling, surrounding Sorelu. As it reached his leggings, they began to flap and whip in the air. It traveled to his shirt it pressed against is toned form. As it reached his neck, his hair blew across his face, then the winds picked up. The vortex built pressure in the room threatening to lyse Sorelu's own cells.

Sorelu reached back for his bow, it looked like he was moving through still air, not a swirling vortex of pressurized air. He knocked an arrow, holding it steady against the shaft. A soundless yell escaped from Sorelu's lips as he forced every bit of air in the room into the tip of his bow, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he released his arrow.

The arrow instantly disintegrated into the air, but the vortex had the added speed of the bow shot, it headed straight for the door. It hit the door and at first did not damage it, but the low pressure on the other of the door urged the typhoon to keep spinning. Then after minutes of Sorelu's lungs crying for air, the door bent inward, then it split into thousands of pieces bombarding the door. Sorelu melted the now small chips of metal.

His lungs filled up with the still turbulent air, his eyes returned to the front and slowly morphed from a dazzling green to their normal fiery orange tint. He exited his cell into the hallway beyond, his captors will take him and then pay, or they will die immediately. It is their choice.

OoC: When can we start fighting? Project Seven is hungry...

BiC: The Beast growled fiercely as it waited for something, some signal that would allow him to break free of this wretched cage. He waited patiently, just waiting until he could make his moment of escape and kill the wretched creatures that had trapped him in here.

After a short while, a voice projected in the cell, "You there, do you speak?"

Project Seven's heightened sense of hearing told him immediately where this voice came from, a small silver sphere in the corner. He merely grinned and lunged towards it, snapping it up in his massive jaws.

The aliens starred dumbfounded at how big the Beast's mouth had become, then suddenly gone back to normal size. They whispered amongst each other, then suddenly realized they were at their destination.

"It's almost time..." one alien murmured to another as they turned their attention back to the Beast's cage, "just what is that thing anyway...wha-where is he?!"

Project Seven spit out chucks of metal from his cell. Having discovered they were nothing to his Gluttony jaws when he accidentally ate some when he devoured the speaker.

"Great, now two have escaped?! No matter, they're both in the drop-off sections anyway, so no worries..." The first creature from earlier said to the second.

"Indeed, I can't wait, this will truly be an interesting match, I bet on the elf." The second replied.


"Nah, that dragon thing for sure! Or maybe the weird creature they have in section 71B…they're all really amazing warriors." The first murmured back.


OoC: Let's hurry and get this rolling!

Essence's eyelids slowly opened. She got up quickly, sweat pouring from her. The experiment looked around to study her surroundings -- a cell. It was much like a prison cell, yet she didn't worry about that at all. She wanted to know where she was.

The young girl tried to look out of her 'cage' as she slowly recalled the events that had happened to her. She sweared under her breath and kept examining the outside. Essence couldn't see anything other then a sea of other captives in similar prisons to her's. She had to turn away from the other captives -- the thirteen year old was suprised that they were not human, and was discusted by some of them. Of course, she was not completely human, so she had no right to think badly of the other captives.

"Ah, you are awake" spoke a soft voice from nowhere. Essence jumped and looked around.

"I-Is somebody there?" called out Essence, frightened. She located a box, right in the corner of her prison. The girl stared at it.

"Hmm...it looks like you can understand my language" said the voice from the box calmly. Essence nodded.

"Where am I?" asked Essence. If she wanted to know, she had to take any lead she could use to find out.

"We're going to the barren planet of Nerrab, which you can simply call the battleground, to be blunt. Let's just say you are being transported there, Miss" said the box kindly, "We are going to play a little game..."

"What game?" asked Essence.

"It's just a game where you fight with other races. The winner gets to keep his or her life" said the box. She could tell that it was hiding something, but she didn't pursue that.

"How can you expect me to win? I am only an experiment that is 13 years old, and a female..." said Essence, she thought the last was sexist, yet it was true for her. She almost never could surpass the opposite gender at most things that didn't involve her powers.

"That's what makes the game so fun..." said the box in a voice that sent a shiver down Essence's spine, "What is your name, young one?" Essence paused a little, yet decided to tell the box.

"Essence"

Kartaikian could hear his captors speaking in a room detached from his own. They must have left the speakers on again. They didn't usually turn them off when they were done speaking to him, so he could hear any conversations they had.

"Any news yet, Theodore?" a voice said.

"Nah, not much. Sector 8.3L has been closed off due to one of the...specimens...escaping, and all of Sector 6 is in full lockdown due to the...uh...monster...thing...escaping," the man called Theodore said. "Other then that...hey, do you know where Jeff went? He was here when we caught...Stormcloud."

"Jeff? I think he's in Sector 6. I hope he's alright. Anyway, were almost to Nerrab. A few more minutes, and we can drop them off..."

"Hey, wait a minute...you left the speaker on," Theodore said.

"Oh? Well, never mind that. Stormcloud? Are you listening? I'll give you a short explanation...rules of the game, if you will...and then you can be on your way...to victory, for your sake. No offense, but I didn't place my bet on you."

Kartaikian looked at the speaker with contempt, being the only representation of the people speaking to him. "Bet?! You would gamble with our lives?!"

"Yes. After all, it adds fun to the whole game. Now don't give me the whole 'this isn't a game' speech, I've heard that one too many times. It is. Get over it."

Kartaikian didn't answer.

Theodore spoke. "Alright then. Here's how the game works. We're gonna drop all of the...players...at different drop points. You get to keep everything you have with you, whatever that may be, from weapons to water. Now, we don't want to see anyone die without a fight, so we'll drop you near some water. It's up to you to choose what to do next. Explore, commit suicide, build a fort, or kill stuff."

The other voice piped in. "So, uh, why don't you tell him about the...terrain."

"Right, good idea. The entire planet of Nerrab, your battleground, is entirely barren. There are very few trees, almost no plants anywhere, besides the dry grass that you'll be seeing a lot of. The area we'll drop you off at will have a few more green plants, because it's being watered by a small river running down from the mountains. Anyway, the way the game works is that you'll eventually run into another player--the place we're dropping you off at isn't very big--and when you do, you kill them. Or they kill you."

Once again, the other voice spoke. "Basically, last man standing wins. So, we're there. Heh, heh, heh. We'll drop off the demon dude first, so he'll stop breaking stuff..."

For a while, they stopped talking. Kartaikian wondered around his cell, waiting for something to happen. While he was pacing, the wall that separated him from his horse suddenly rose up into the ceiling. Checking the supplies that he kept on the horse, he noticed that his food packs and water skins had been filled. They didn't want him to starve, after all. They wanted to see him fight.

"Alright, we're there, Stormcloud," the person who wasn't Theodore said. "Have fun. And, most importantly...don't die."

Theodore said one last thing. "Remember...we'll be watching...everything."

The floor to his cell suddenly opened up, and Kartaikian found himself falling down...

OoC: Sorry I haven't been on much. I've got mah priorities.

BiC: Tacheon's eyes fluttered open. the sound pounded into his head and light into his eyes and his first thought, though fleeting, was that he was finally dead. However, when he came to, he was most sorely dissappointed. He found himself in a small cell, barely big enough for his to stand in, and the walls were made of some strange substance. He didn't know the chamical compound for it, so he couldn't simply remove it from the picture entirely.

He surveyed his surroundings again. the only light source was a type of algae that covered the walls, and it made a bioluminescent hum when he touched it. There was a little cot in the corner of his nook, but it was rotted through and he felt it better to lie on the floor. Someone was keeping him in prison, and he didn't like it.

A voice boomed out over invisible loudspeakers.
"ARE YOU-- ahem-- are you not Tacheon Alexander Black, Commander in Chief of the Galactic Rebellion and Captain of the pirate vessel Thunderbird?"
Tacheon detected a note of apprehension in the voice. Maybe he could play on that.

"And who are you, my little know-it-all friend? Why am I here? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" he shouted the last lines merely for effect. He had a cool head, but he wanted to give them the wrong impression of him.

"First of all, Tacheon, I asked you first." the voice now had something of a snicker, and he knew that it was toying with him, as well. "Second of all, we are tracing all of your brain activity. Don't even think about playing that game with us. Now, I will answer your questions out of the kindness of our heart. Well, most of them. You are currently being transported to the planet Nerrab, where you will spend some time viewing the vegetation, basking in the sun, and of course, fighting to the death with the other contestants for the glory of it all and the entertainment of millions."

"Why would I look at the vegetation? I don't care about that..."

"I know," snickered the voice, "I was only playing around. There is no vegetation on the planet. Now, goodbye."

The algae hummed louder. Tacheon still had questions that needed answers. The algae turned blue. Tacheon didn't like this. He started to burn and itch. Then he was taken into blissful unconsciousness.

OoC: Okay Im getting a little impatient waiting as well, if you want to join now, just say that your character is immediately transported to the planet, or was already captured or something....To the fight!!!

BiC:

Deadeye stood up and dusted himself off. He was laying down after what seemed like hours since his capture. As he sat there waiting he heard a loud clang, apparently he wasnt the only one taken. Someone next to him mustve been trying to escape, but Deadeye was no fool, he knew that he couldnt escape these walls, this wasnt the first time he was taken prisoner by intergalactic space slavers.

As he lay there waiting for his time to enter the fight he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He sat there waiting for them to pass by, but they stopped directly in front of his cell. Deadeye heard a few beeps, and then the door slowly opened, revealing three figures. One was a rather short thin alien looking creature, obviously a scientist, the other two were very large and masculine, The restraint guards no doubt.

Deadeye decided to try and lighten the mood a little bit.

"This isnt the first time Ive been abducted by aliens ya know" Deadeye said sarcastically.

One of the guards merely grunted, while the other two showed no emotion at all.

"You will be coming with us now, human, pray that you survive as no human we have abducted before has survived!" The scientist said with a slight smirk on his face.

Deadeye said nothing more. He just stood up followed the scientist while being closely monitered by the two thuggish guards.They walked down what seemed like endless hallways until they reached a huge door. Deadeye knew this was a hangar, it was almost time for him to enter the fray.

The two guards shoved Deadeye into a very tight shuttle and slammed the door in his face. As Deadeye buckled up he heard the scientist say a few final words to him.

"Try not to die human, even though it is innevitable, remember your fighting for your life here!" The scientist said over an intercom.

The shuttle suddenly started to move and Deadeye saw out a nearby window that he was heading for a very barren looking planet.....Nerrab no doubt.

OoC: Okay let the battle begin!

Hours faded in and out of days. The algae seemed to haunt his existence, and Tacheon suspected that it may have had hallucinogenic properties. The time had come for him to finally do something about the situation. He stood up, and dusted himself off. The dust wasn't like sand, or that of old age. It was a silicate dust that was associated with coalmines. He inhaled some, letting it go directly into his lungs. It was composed of all elements that he knew of, but they all seemed to fit together in a way that was disturbingly familiar... but it was no matter. The dust was all made of elements Tacheon knew, so he could manipulate it into whatever he was physically able. It would come in handy.

The room was different from before. It wasn't even the same room-- they had transported him in his sleep. The algae was gone, which was good, but the door wouldn't budge here, either. It was made out of the same material as the dust, though, so he simply disintegrated it and walked out. Two guards saw him and came running. One of them was not so fortunate, it tripped, and when it came into contact with the fine layer of dust, Tacheon combusted it. He burned into cinders. Moments after the guard was burnt to a crisp, it disintegrated into mroe of the dust. So that was what it was made of. Ew.

OoC: BBl. The practice for my musical is starting, and I'm in the first scene. More to come, and it'll be a continuation of what I was writing. So stay tuned... this is getting rather enjoyable...

OoC: Ok. Back.

BiC: The other guard grabbed him by the arms and forced them behind his back. Tacheon decided not to fight back, because he wasn't really all that restrained. The guard released him only long enough to draw a gigantic key out of his pocket and stick it into a fissure in the wall. The wall split itself in half, revealing a large clearing with rocky craggs on either side. Other assorted beings were being forced out at roughly the same time. This must be Nerrab. It must be time to play.

'I wonder if I'm going to live at all?' thought Essence as a scientist escorted her out of her prison. He was a thin, tall alien-like man, and he had two other guards to escort her. Essence wasn't going to make an escape attempt. If she did, where would she go, she was in a ship in space, not much to do.

"Hello, it is time to go" said the scientist kindly. She knew he was trying to be nice to a young girl, yet he also awaited for her blood to spill.

"Hello" said Essence shortly.

"I think you have a small chance of winning after all, girl, for you are of two races" said the scientist again, "It is lucky that you aren't a pure blood human, which is an inferior race"

"Why do you call them inferior, they made me a half-breed, a failed experiment" said Essence dryly.

"No human has ever survived before" said the scientist, "And now, we shall part" Essence was thrust into another chamber by one of the guards. The scientist had a wicked smile on his face as he turned around and left. She felt the room shaking, floating, and hovering. The small window was now covered in a faint cover of dust.

Then she felt a crash. The whole room vibrated rapidly and it began to spin around, almost making her sick. After it was all over, the door opened. The air was filled with red dust, it made her caugh quite a bit.

"I guess this is it" she muttered to herself. It was the planet Nerrab, no doubt.

Kartaikian forced his eyes open. He was laying in a sandy ditch next to a small, almost-dried-up river that came down from the nearby mountains. A few cacti and scraggly bushes grew near the river, but that was about it. There was some dead, dry grass in patches as well, but mostly sand.

Kartaikian was laying on his back in the sand, and his horse was drinking water from the river. He got up, and went over to the water for a drink. The water must be safe for the most part, or Stormrider wouldn't be drinking it.

After his thirst was quenched, he examined his surroundings. All he could see was sand, and patches of dry grass. The land was quite hilly, so he couldn't see far. The hillsides were occasionally spotted with cacti, or bushes, or even a rare desert tree or two. Not much. The mountains that blocked off the east were made of red stone, and had no snow. They did not come to a peak at the top, but plateaued instead.

The Sun was bright, and at the point it was in the sky, implied that it was only early morning. He could barely see glare of the metal spacecraft, as it flew out over the horizon. He remembered what the alien named Theodore had said.

"Remember...we'll be watching...everything."

Kartaikian pulled out his whetstone, and began to sharpen his arrows. He would likely need them sometime soon...

The Beast growled in frustration as it wandered the steel plated halls, his reflection bouncing back at him from hundreds of directions. The half-dragon was suddenly gusted by a wind full of dust that smelled of death. Project Seven realized where he was to go, but quickly ripped a large hole in the wall, making sure he'd be able to get back in after he caught this prepared prey.

After walking for a short time, he stood on solid earth. Warm, red sand ran between his toes and his silver hair flowed in the strong wind. The Beast roared his mighty battle cry as he picked of the sent of numerous creatures landing in the desert.

Project Seven's tongue hanging out, he took in his surroundings to prepare for the slaughter soon to come. He returned to picking up the scents on the wind, detecting many strange things. One especially caught his attention; the smell brought back the memory of being transformed into the Beast, when he had plunged into Hell itself to become an Ultimate Weapon.

Now aware of his multiple prey, he took in his surroundings. There was a small, but strong tree, a few spiky shrubs of some kind, and barely noticeable grass. Other then the futile vegetation, there were monstrous sand dunes of flaming ash, and barren waste lands as far as the eyes could see.

Sensing a nearby presence, the Beast quickly changed into Gluttony, his mouth ready to devour any fool who dared to challenge him. The Hunt had begun, and the Hunter grew more and more hungry for blood and flesh every second he waited for his foes...

OoC: Showtime.