03-31-2017, 02:40 AM
A panel screeched in an almost silent room, an unknown language, likely quite old, yet the hologram atop it detailed much of what was going to occur. A crash. Into what, though? Rocks? Was the panel displaying accurate information?
An at least eight foot tall wolfman of sorts, wearing intriguing clothing, nonetheless. It seemed to be made of some sort of cloth, covering most of his body, aside from above the neck. The true oddity laid within the color scheme, and the tabard it complimented. Atop the tabard's orange background, and golden outline, a sigil of a wolf's head remained within, showing it's fangs as if growling. He'd place one of his clawed palms atop his forehead, letting out a whine.
"By Goldrinn, what've you gotten yourself into, Joseph." He'd state, to himself, in disbelief at the current events. "There's got to be some way to escape this felslate bucket of /BOLTS/ ship!" A figure switched onto the panel, replacing the current image, a being made out of rags stared towards the man, presumably a Joseph. "I do hope you know you can escape with your life, yes?" The wolven figure would retract his hand from his forehead, peering at the image, before a realization. "THE. THE TRANSPORTER. BUT HOW IN THE HELL DO I CALIBRATE THAT THING." "You're near hopeless when it comes to Legion technology, I'm afraid. No matter, as the gracious being I am, I will aid you in this desperate moment, but I will warn you, the environment atop this thing may react much different than the Twisting Nether ever had." "GREAT. TELL ME HOW." He'd respond, a few fangs beginning to reveal themselves from under his lips, as something hit the wall in the background, in fact, quite a lot of clinking and clanging would've been in the background. Huh. "A bit of Divination, a moment, to calculate this.. success, yes. I have spotted something.. odd to your standards. Calibrating the transporter to it. The ship will likely rot in orbit until I've further use for it. Not too plausible, though, but at least it'll allow the corpses to decay for a moment." After such a response, the creature began to visually work on.. the air, from what was shown from the panel, before a bright green flash emerged from behind Joseph, before fading quickly. "Calibrated. Let us hope such foreign technology works with what we have in store." With that, Joseph would quickly pivot on his heel, sprinting towards what was once behind him, pulling out his zweihander out of an.. alien (for lack of a better word) corpse. Before long he'd reach a set of rings carved within the intricate flooring, before-- in a flash of light-- he'd vanish. Ending up, somewhere, a ship that would drift off until finally reaching the planet's orbit, serving as a menacing sight when it did, although such a distance would likely take a few days, a week at most.
Joseph's venture would lead him onto the space-station however, and with such a violent transportation, he'd fall over as he came through in a brilliant flash of light. He'd instinctively draw his zweihander, although unsure of his actions, he knew nothing of this plane-- this dimension. Nobody appeared to him yet, not a single civilian or worker of any sorts, just the slight hum of electricity behind the walls. He'd muster up his courage, before baring his fangs, certain to himself that battle would be here. Would he be correct on such an assumption? A question he didn't know himself. Before long, he'd shout out into his vicinity, aiming to draw some attention.
"FACE ME, LEGION!"
Joseph was, of course, an alien to what was about to unfold, xenophobic as it stood for the current moment. He wasn't even half sure if his magicks would aid him now, only his thin, gathered courage would aid him now.
An at least eight foot tall wolfman of sorts, wearing intriguing clothing, nonetheless. It seemed to be made of some sort of cloth, covering most of his body, aside from above the neck. The true oddity laid within the color scheme, and the tabard it complimented. Atop the tabard's orange background, and golden outline, a sigil of a wolf's head remained within, showing it's fangs as if growling. He'd place one of his clawed palms atop his forehead, letting out a whine.
"By Goldrinn, what've you gotten yourself into, Joseph." He'd state, to himself, in disbelief at the current events. "There's got to be some way to escape this felslate bucket of /BOLTS/ ship!" A figure switched onto the panel, replacing the current image, a being made out of rags stared towards the man, presumably a Joseph. "I do hope you know you can escape with your life, yes?" The wolven figure would retract his hand from his forehead, peering at the image, before a realization. "THE. THE TRANSPORTER. BUT HOW IN THE HELL DO I CALIBRATE THAT THING." "You're near hopeless when it comes to Legion technology, I'm afraid. No matter, as the gracious being I am, I will aid you in this desperate moment, but I will warn you, the environment atop this thing may react much different than the Twisting Nether ever had." "GREAT. TELL ME HOW." He'd respond, a few fangs beginning to reveal themselves from under his lips, as something hit the wall in the background, in fact, quite a lot of clinking and clanging would've been in the background. Huh. "A bit of Divination, a moment, to calculate this.. success, yes. I have spotted something.. odd to your standards. Calibrating the transporter to it. The ship will likely rot in orbit until I've further use for it. Not too plausible, though, but at least it'll allow the corpses to decay for a moment." After such a response, the creature began to visually work on.. the air, from what was shown from the panel, before a bright green flash emerged from behind Joseph, before fading quickly. "Calibrated. Let us hope such foreign technology works with what we have in store." With that, Joseph would quickly pivot on his heel, sprinting towards what was once behind him, pulling out his zweihander out of an.. alien (for lack of a better word) corpse. Before long he'd reach a set of rings carved within the intricate flooring, before-- in a flash of light-- he'd vanish. Ending up, somewhere, a ship that would drift off until finally reaching the planet's orbit, serving as a menacing sight when it did, although such a distance would likely take a few days, a week at most.
Joseph's venture would lead him onto the space-station however, and with such a violent transportation, he'd fall over as he came through in a brilliant flash of light. He'd instinctively draw his zweihander, although unsure of his actions, he knew nothing of this plane-- this dimension. Nobody appeared to him yet, not a single civilian or worker of any sorts, just the slight hum of electricity behind the walls. He'd muster up his courage, before baring his fangs, certain to himself that battle would be here. Would he be correct on such an assumption? A question he didn't know himself. Before long, he'd shout out into his vicinity, aiming to draw some attention.
"FACE ME, LEGION!"
Joseph was, of course, an alien to what was about to unfold, xenophobic as it stood for the current moment. He wasn't even half sure if his magicks would aid him now, only his thin, gathered courage would aid him now.
v. 1.2 patch notes
- idk what to do with my life
+ disclaimer: If I'm on mobile and I respond to a post, it will likely lack color to indicate which character said or did what. Mobile is ass to do coloring on. If needed, ask me in a followup post if I need to elaborate on who did what. If my memory permits, when I get access to a computer, I will color that post.
- idk what to do with my life
+ disclaimer: If I'm on mobile and I respond to a post, it will likely lack color to indicate which character said or did what. Mobile is ass to do coloring on. If needed, ask me in a followup post if I need to elaborate on who did what. If my memory permits, when I get access to a computer, I will color that post.