Gladiators of the Galaxys (Anyone)

OoC: Okay I havent been using Deadeye too much recently, so its time I give him credit where credit is due! Anyone may join this quest. (NO MORE THEN 4 PEOPLE, NOT INCLUDING ME!) Deadeye and four other peoples characters have been abducted and placed in the GOG. (Gladiators of the Galaxys) In the GOG there are many teams of 5. We will all be on the same side fighting other people, there is a story line behind this to, so try to keep up! Lets get this show on the road....

BiC: The night sky seemed calm and serene. Wind rustled through the trees, and a cool breeze blew through the air. Leaves rustled softly, and crickets chirped lightly. The atmosphere was calm as was the nature around it. However one person was not soaking up the beauty. Even the full moons bright light and size could not impress this being, as his mind was restless.

Ever since Earth was nearly destroyed by the meteor shower (One of my other quests) he never felt so empty. He called himself a hero, yet there was nothing he could have done to prevent the horrible accident that would have destroyed all humanity. Somehow the meteor shower was stopped, perhaps it was a being of great power, or perhaps it was God telling Earth it wasnt its time yet. Either way Deadeye felt useless and unneeded.

His head sunk low and his spirit even lower. He felt as if he could drop to the ground any minute, but his legs managed to hold him up. His eyes which were useless glared at the ground. His mind saw nothing but a dark path in an even darker forest. His body felt weak and he knew sleep was on its way. He then dropped the ground and fell into a deep slumber....

However Deadeye was not alone. A huge figure floated over him, high in the sky. Suddenly it shot out a yellowish beam, dragging Deadeye into its a hulking exterior. Deadeye still remained asleep despite the fact of all the exitment.

"Is this the one?" A rather tall figure asked.

"Yes, this is the archer they call Deadeye," The rather built figure responded.

"They say he never misses a shot" The tall figure said.

"Let us hope so, We didnt fly all the way out here for nothing," The built figure responded yet again.

"What of the others, have you gathered them yet?"

"We will fetch them now, remember though they must be incarcerated or asleep." The tall man replied. The huge ship then disappeared into earths atmosphere.....

OoC: I decided to use a reference from my other Quest with Krayt. Hence the meteor shower. Hope you guys like where this is going!

Ooc: Hec yeah. Im in. Lothreian, link in sig.

Bic: Lothreian was an expert bowman. Like many others in the galaxy. He could shoot with the best of them. Almost never missed. He looked upon the night sky, and beheld the twinkle of the stars. the night was calm, and a minor wind blew from the east.

" I wish every night was like this." he whispered. A star moved.
Curious he thought. How strange. He then was out like a light. The aliens came for him. They grabbed him like Deadeye, and dragged his dosed body into the hull of the ship. The grayish platnim shivered in the night, to blend in.

" This one has pointy ears."

" This is another. Expert of the wild. He can... lets see... talk to... animals and control... plants. How... curious."

" He is also an expert shot, like the first, yet he can wield blades."

" He should do. Now to pick up the... rest."

OoC: Hmm... This looks interesting; I'll be using Zorlo, link in sig.

BiC: The fencer looked around, surrounded by a huge number of strangely armed warriors dressed in silver battle armor. Each one had a very strange weapon that looked like bladed, only slightly curved, hook attached to an odd looking handle that was a small box with a handle and strange holes on the sides of the blade. The armor of the strange warriors shined as the swordsman stood in the center of these creatures, keeping a close eye on them and tracking their movement carefully. They outnumbered him roughly eight to one, but the fencer liked these odds, they'd make this fight all the more fun.

"What do you want?" The swordsman asked, drawing his golden blade.

"We have come to capture you, now lay down your weapon and surrender," a soldier told him, pointing his strange weapon at the fencer.

"And if I refuse?" The aura master asked, almost foreseeing the man's answer.

"Should you refuse, we'll take you by force," the warrior said, holding up his strange weapon as the other fighters began to move in.

"Well then, come get me!" The aura master shouted as the soldiers attacked. The battle was a blur of quick slashes as the fencer felled seven of the silver clad warriors, massive golden wings emerging from his back quickly as he did so and fading when the warriors had fallen, and suddenly felt something hit him in the back. The fencer was knocked out by an energy blast that was designed simply to incapacitate a fighter and not kill him. Zorlo fell over, his eyes were blank from the attack.

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"That man put up quite a fight," one of the captors said, looking upon him. "What are the read outs on him?!"

"The man's jacket has titanium armor that weighs one hundred pounds, his sword is made of a very powerful magic, and the final reading says he has two different kinds of energy inside of him. He could be most interesting."

"Very good, he'll put on a good show then won't he," the first man said, laughing as he did so.

Lothreian awoke in a chamber. Two other were near him. This was not good. He scould not stand. He must have been drugged. He looked around and noticed many silver clad warriors, in what seamed like a craft of some sort.

" Let me out!" he managed to mumble, before getting zapped, and falling back to lullybye land.

OoC: Okay I guess I will post whats going on now.

BiC:

"I think we have enough warriors for the first team. Wake them now." The leader of the group said.

"But sire, we still need at least two more warriors" His advisors replied.

"The rules state we can have a maximum of five fighters on a team, not that we require them, only one person can make a team although it is highly unlikely they will win, Now release them!" The leader yelled.

One of the servants then walked over to a control panel and began to initiate the release sequence.

Deadeye then began to shake violently. He was being shocked by 1000 volts of electricty in order to restimulate his mind from the incarceration. His eyes slowly began to open, and his mind suddenly came back online. He looked at himself and saw that he was attached in what appeared to be a stasis tank. As he struggled to move the tanks fluid began to drain, and the restraints popped off of him. He then pulled the gas mask from his face, and busted through the glass of the tank.

"Cough...where....where am I?" Deadeye grunted out.

"You, go wait in the lounge." A huge figure dressed in silver armor said angrily.

"....what?"

"NOW!!" The figure screamed, slamming Deadeye in the side with his huge staff.

Deadeye scurried to his feet and walked dazidly down the open corridor. He would have fought them off, but the sedatives were still weakening him. He felt like a pile of bricks had been dropped on him, and he could barely walk a straight line. As he rounded the hall he came to a huge door the slowly opened up, revealing what appeared to be a breakroom.

Deadeye stepped into the room and collapsed into a nearby chair. The room was large and had what appeared to be vending machines in one corner, chairs where Deadeye was sitting, and computers in another area of the room. Deadeye was then interuppted from studying of the room when another door opened and someone else entered.

He was what appeared to be a tall night elf. His build was fit, but rather skinny to Deadeye, and he too look sedated. Deadeye also noticed he had a bow and arrow, a fellow archer he assumed. Before Deadeye could greet the new entrant someone else entered the room.

This time it was a shorter and skinnier figure with greenish hair and green eyes. He appeared to be human, but Deadeye could sense something different about the guy. When he read his mind the only thing he could see was pitch black. Apparently this guy wasnt lost in thought like Deadeye was.

Just before Deadeye greeted the two a huge door to the north opened and the muscular figure walked into the room. He was follwed by at least eight of the silver armored men and a rather tall skinny figure stood beside him. Both had greenish white skin, and yellow irisis around their pupils. Deadeye could tell they were of royalty by their luxurious attire.

"Greetings combatants, Im sure you are wondering why you have been called here." The muscular figure spoke.

"I am Lord Tyyyak (Tee yuk)" He continued.

"I have selected you to compete in our most watched event! It is called Gladiators of the Galaxy! This is a deadly game where many teams kill each other in hopes of winning valuable prizes and fame amongst the galaxy. However their is a catch.....the losing teams who somehow live, will be my slaves for life! We are now enroute to the sattelite where your HQ will be. I have prepared a room that will fit each of your needs, rather it is food, equipment repair, beds, whatever it is you need I have supplied it for you! However, any thoughts of escape are strictly forbbiden! While each of you slept we implanted tiny nanobots throughout your bloodstream, if you manage to escape all we have to do is initiate their attack mode and your organs will be eat from the inside out! Further explanation of the event will be explained once we arrive! For now get too know your fellow team mates we will call you when we reach the sattelite...." Lord Tyyyak then left the room, followed by his advisor and guards.

Deadeye then turned to his new allys and decided to introduce himself to them.....

OoC: Okay I know thats alot to read, it was even harder to type! Anyway I hope you all enjoy this quest. Oh and if someone else wishes to join, just jump right in now, because it may be too late later......

Ooc: Lothreian is a wood elf. Have you read his char. in my link? Just curious. Im not mad. Future refrence thing.

Bic: Lothreian listened to this lord Tyyyak. What a windbag he thought. When the lord left, he listened to the others introduction.

" Im Lothreian." he stated with a mixed confusion between honor to be in the gladiators games, and anger that he had been take against his will. Whatever happened though he knew he would not loose to become this dirtbags slave. I wouldnt even wipe his shoes. thought Lothreian.

" So you are a fellow archer?" stated Lothreian in more of a statement then a question, seeing the bowstring marks on the others hands. " Well were in this dump together, so we might as well win." he laughed. Lothreian though this might be fun.

The aura master looked upon the archer and was angry that he had been stripped of his weapons and armor. "Damn them," he muttered, his green shirt shimmering. "They have my weapons and armor, this is going to be very annoying," he muttered. He clenched his fist and noticed the other two looking at him. "My name is Zorlo, fencer of Tasogare, and I can't believe they have laid claim to our weapons and armor, and these things they've put into our blood make escape really hard." He groaned as he moved around, trying to figure out what he should do. He moved towards the a window and looked out upon the stars.

The fencer's mind wandered, looking out into the stars, and he began to think about what was going on and what he had lost because he was captured. Milady is going to kill me, he told himself; his eyes blankly looked out into the abyssal darkness of space, lit with only the stars and a few planets here and there. How will she know what has become of me? How will I know what has become of her? What if she has found another person she loves more then I? What am I to do, these two are in the same boat that I am, and I must know if they will be of use, the aura master wondered slightly.

He turned to her and moved towards the two archers, wrapping his right hand around his left wrist and rubbing his sword arm's wrist, making sure it was lose and flexible. "Keep an eye out guys, these warriors aren't going to roll over and die, we must proceed with the utmost precaution, and hope by the Gods they return our weapons and armor," the fencer told the two, looking back out into the stars.

OOC: Since I'm considering this not too late, I'm going to join as Selene, link is...in the sig. Where else?

BIC: Cool, labored breathing sounded from the jail cell. Her eyelashes fluttered open, slightly dazed and unable to move. She found her long, feathered wings bound together in tough, knotted straps, making her basically helpless to fly. Where on earth was she? On second thought...was she even on earth?

Several memories reocurred themselves to her. Those figures...in silver...she struggled to fight them, but there were too many. She had fallen. Her past gave evidence of relaxing near the forest, but she was beginning to feel somewhat tense around it. Bad things always seemed to search her out when she happened to be having a gay old time. Even though the land was bathed in the luminescent glow of the moon, more sinister works were at hand. She found this out shortly after being captured. With so many of these strange things, she couldn't fight them all. She did manage to knock out a few, but after some shocking feeling, she had passed out.

She struggled, her legs and hands both bound together, and her weapons missing. She looked to the man standing in front of her barred captivity. "You're awake." The figure stated, arms crossed. She couldn't get a good look at the person.

"Yes, I'm awake...why? Where..." She began to swoon, her vision blurry. "Where am I?"

"You are here for entertainment." An angel would make a most interesting addition to the battle, especially when they could also analyze the relations between the two that would eventually meet..."As for where you are, that is not important at this time."

Selene felt her bonds loosening, and the barred cage began to disappear as if it were never there. "Let me go!" she ordered, somewhat slurred in her speech. She felt overwhelmingly weak, as if she could hardly stand, much less become involved in thought.

"You are going to the lounge." They ordered, now two of them instead of the one she had noticed before. Her clothing had been replaced; she realized with a jolt. Instead of her normal white attire, she was wearing some sort of green and black uniform, including a pair of laced up jet black boots. "Go!" With a rough push and a small jolt of electricity from something, Selene found herself quite awake. She quickly did as she was ordered, entering the "lounge" to find three men already there...or so they seemed to be males. She didn't really look. Her body was pushed roughly into the room and the door shut with a defeaning slam.

"Damn...one minute you're having a wonderful night watching the moon, and the next, you're stuck in some God-forsaken place with who knows what figures telling you you're entertainment..." she sighed, walking over to a corner alone and hugging her arms. She did not want to make friends. "Hopefully I'm not some form of sensual entertainment..." she thought to herself, not noticing any of the figures. She only wanted to go home...

OoC: I'll join with Haineko.

Bic:

A jolt of electricity brought Haineko to full awakefulness. She found herself laying on the floor of a metal cell, her hands bound into fists and a metal mask over her face that kept her from speaking. Where was she? Soon, memory came to remind her...

* = * = *

Nighttime. Haineko ran through the woods, her ears listening for her pursuers. A sound to her right made her auto-target and fire off an arrow. The dull thud of her arrow piercing flesh made her smile as she suddenly changed directions to avoid another net. Six down. Seven to go, Haineko thought to herself, smiling. A sound infront of her made her jump and extend a hand toward it. A person in silver armor looked up at her in surprise as she blocked off the Moon from his vanage. "O Lord, Mask of flesh and bone! All creation, flutter of wings! Ye who bears the name of Man; Truth and temperance! Upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hadou 33; Soukatsui!!"

A blast of Azure flame erupted from her hand at the person. He stood unworried as the blast hit him. Then suddenly it looked at if he tried to move before bursting into flames and soon fell as a human shaped pile of ash. She landed and looked at her hand for a moment in shock. She never saw such a version of that attack, much less done it. In her distraction, and net was thrown over her. She instinctly raised her flame powers within her, causing flame like energy to dimmly cover her as two darts hit her neck and injected something before the Priestess could yank them out and a blast of energy knocked her several feet. "Did you forget! Low body weight! That could free her!" came a voice from one of the silver men that were surrounding her. She made a fist and whispered a chant under her breath to not be heard. Her body hurt like hell from the blast.

"Yeah, but look at her. That knocked her out, she harmless now, Commander," The soldier replied cocklily as he approached Haineko. It was then the Commander noticed the aura still about her; she was still awake. "No! Don't get close!"

Too late... "Ascetic's Flame!" Haineko yelled, tossing a blue fireball into the man's helmet. He screamed as the flames melted the metal and he soon fell dead. The last thing Haineko remembered was two blasts of electricity hitting her and the world going black.

"She's out this time. Man, she certainly is the 'Priestess of Ash and Flame'. Fire-proof armor and she still killed eight of us. Well, we're done, let's pack her up and get back. We're late."

* = * = *

Another small shock made her look hatefully at the one standing in front of her. "Wake up. You're wanted in the lounge." She gave him a defiant look before her simply picked her up, weapons and all, and carried her like a suitcase. He openned another door and uncaringly tossed her in next to Zorlo and closed the door. Her restraints came off moments later. "Next I see you I'll kill you!!" Haineko yelled out the moment she was able to. Her hair was bristled up from anger as she stood up.

Deadeye looked at the new woman who had entered the room. She was obviously short tempered, but Deadeye had been wrong about people before. The other figure however was lost in thought, much like Zorlo. She merely sat in the chair by the vending machines, not saying one word. Deadeye read her mind, but the only thing he could get was:

Its cold....I wanna go home....wonder where were at...

Deadeye couldnt really blame the angel, The temperature was pretty cold, and he too had no clue where they were at. Deadeye then walked over to a window and looked outside, In the distance he could see a bright red planet. It was rather small, but it reflected the suns light as if it were a stone.

"I wonder if we are anywhere near earth..." Deadeye said to himself.

"You are not, You are millions of lightyears away!" A voice came.

Deadeye and the lot turned to see Tyyyaks tall thin advisor.

"That is the planet of Kaitor, Barren arid wasteland where we keep our slaves. I will give you one little peice of advise, you better hope you dont end up there....." The advisor stated, sounding very convincing.

"I have come to inform you that we have arrived at your HQ. Further explanation of the event will be given to you once you arrive at your rooms, Our Guards will escort you there now." The advisor then snapped his fingers and a rather large silver plated guard waltzed into the room.

"You guys, come with me! No funny stuff either, I have not the time or patience and will not hesitate to kill!" The masculine guard said as he held his shock rod up proudly.

Deadeye followed the man, along with the rest, altough they didnt seem to happy about it. The guard lead them through a long corridor which ended at a huge glass pane window. Deadeye could see the huge sattelite approacing them. It was at least two times the size of the planet they had seen earlier! Deadeye also noticed several planets below the station, fighting locations no doubt.

A loud ping filled the room, and the guard motioned them forward. Deadeye stepped through the glass as if it were merely air! It was impressive technology but Deadeye was too busy at the moment to examine it.

"Your here at the sattelite, what you do from now on is your business. This is where te gladiators rest, train, mingle, whatever it is you need you will find it here. Your HQ number 3346A, When you arrive their you will find all of the weapons we have confiscated from you, and remember we wont hesitate to end your life if you try anything funny!" The Guard stated as he walked back towards the ship.

"Well, lets go get our equipment...." Deadeye said as he walked over to what appeared to be a transport tram.

"Designation?" The module asked.

"....HQ 3346A" Deadeye spoke into it.

"Thank you Deadeye, a tram will arrive shortly to take you there." the module replied.

Deadeye and the gang then stood their and waited for their transportation to their HQ....

OoC: Hero, just something I think you should know. It is NOT propper to produce thoughts for a character that is not your own, mind reading powers or not.

The fencer looked upon the two rather familiar faces that had just entered into the room, newly captured warriors obviously. One had beautiful long, wheat colored hair that caught the fencer's eye as being familiar; the other, a sort of ally of the aura master, stood not far from him. So, they have captured the priestess of ash and flames, eh? Zorlo told himself with a sigh as he turned to the woman wearing white with the wheat colored her. There is no way... What business would they have capturing her? Please don't let that be milady, the fencer prayed as he turned to look at the fire innate, who was staring out into space.

"Haineko, it is good to see you again," the fencer piped up, looking at the woman whose ears made the two even in height.

"You again?!" She muttered, looking at him with disinterest. "You disappeared after the Nikudemon incident; where the hell have you been, they've been looking for you!" She barked at him, making him step back slightly.

"I went off for training, but a lot happened while I was gone. I found many new allies, and I found love to," he told her, looking back at the woman in the white dress. "What have you been up to?" The swordsman asked the Neko priestess.

"I was traveling when I was ambushed by these guys in white uniforms. I cooked eight of them before they finally captured me," she told him with a devilish smile. "What of you?!" She asked, not really all that interested.

"Same thing... More or less. They surrounded me and I cut down seven of them before I woke up here," the aura master told her. "I must go check something, I shall return shortly," he told the priestess of flame and ash.

The aura master moved towards the woman with the white dress, making sure not to be loud, and attempting to not bother her. He slowly tried to move to the side of her, trying to see her face; how he so desperately hoped it was her, and yet at the same time desiring it not be, for knowledge that she would be in danger. He reached out of left hand and rested it on one of her shoulders and spoke, "Hello, I am Zorlo, and it is..." he was cut off from his thought as she turned.

Originally Posted by Hero

ooC:...Um in his appearence you said he was a Night Elf, I read that to see what an character looks like, here is what you said:



I could only assume.....

Ooc:Okay not your fault. Mistake on my part. He is a wood elf. Sorry. Not to mention Zorolo, you forgot your Bic: when you rentered the story mode.

Bic: Lothreian had remained silent the entire way. This was not new for him. He had done it many a time. But the whole getting kidnapped by aliens was new, and so far Lothreian did not like it. He had made some friends though. These friends he deamed worthy to fight along side him, and even win. If they were destined. How strange events like this could change a man.

He looked upon the newcomers with a certain delight. At least there are more of us now. he thought. He regained his weapons and looked to hisfellow warriors. " I guess its time to start training. Unless some one wants to take a rest after our journey?" asked Lothreian hoping that someone would duel him, or take target practice with him.

" So your an archer too. I challenge you to a shot comp." stated Deadeye.

" Challenge accepted. See those... things on the wall over there. We have one minute to put as many arrows into those thigs as possible." Lothreian stated Pointing at what appeared to be targets on the wall. "Ready set go." shouted Lothreian. They both started outstrong, not missing, and at the same stride. By the end of the shooting they both had all bullzeyes and the same amount of arrows in them.

" Wow. I have met my match." laughed Deadeye. " It will be a honor to have you fight beside me."

" Like wise." Laughed Lothreian shocked that he had found an archer just as great as him. This might be easier then I thought. thought Lothreian. The other... team members convered back and forth with each other, trading secrets, and strategies. Lothreian looked at Zorolo. " So you are the fencer. Care to try me?" asked Lothreian.

" Sure." replied Zorolo simply. Lothreian was excited. He wanted to get some practice in. He dreww both his daggers, and went into a fighting stance. They engaged, starting with a sweep from Zorolo witch Lothreian blocked neatly. Then Lothreian attacked, and Zorolo blocked. This went on for twenty minutes or so before Zorolo finally disarmed Lothreian with one upward sweep.

" I guess I am better." Zorolo stated gain simply.

" No, just a better swordsman." Lothreian stated simply, with glowing blue eyes.

" What the..." Zorolo thought before vines came up and wrapped around him and brought him to the ground.

" But a good soldier does not just rely on weapons one wields." laughed Lothreian.

" Thats not funny." remarked Lothreian who released him. The entire team had stopped to watch the encounter.

Ooc: This is a quest right? So is there upgrades involved?