Legacy of the Sons of Aether

[ShumaGorath]

All of the Sons of Aether's planets are contacted by a powerful ship located thousands of light years away. The Sons of Aether are needed at the planet of Zoldere in the Blagari system. The Blagari Empire has been conquered by Kaldamoss, the Scourge of Lies. A massive 110,000 ship battle has been fought for Blagari's sovereignty. The loss of Kaldamoss'es ships were light, while almost no fighting Blagari was left alive.

[Fuzzydoom]

Alorin steps onto the ship with a wolfish grin on his face and a weapon in his hand.

[Death Dealer]

Goran walked down the rocky path leading towards the ship.

"Divine One, lend me strength in this trial, and protect me from the dangers ahead."

Goran stepped up the stairs, and had a seat near the door. He lowered his head and immediately began his daily prayers.

[Azisien]

Esta stood at the top of the hill, looking down into the rocky valley. The ship which would lead to Zoldere had set down at the base of the valley, closest to Esta and his companion.

Hood drawn up, cloak flowing in the light breeze, Esta watched as his master walked down the path. After taking a brief moment to scan the eastern and western edges of the valley, he calmly began his journey down into the valley. Esta was about two hundred feet behind as his master boarded the ship.

Esta promptly boarded the vessel after him, and took a seat opposite of Goran. He examined the interior of the craft, outside onto the planet surface he would probably never feel again, and his new master as he sat quietly, praying.

[ShumaGorath]

::The peaceful goings on of the planet was interrupted when energy fire was heard on the ship.::

[Overcast]

"Hello? Do I hear som hostile fire?" said Intre as they were approaching the ship, "I belive you do my friend," said Torren happily as they began to lengthen and quicken his strides, "and I expected to have to wait for some action. Ha! Ha!" they sped to the ship and entered quickly and simultuously said, "Where's the party?"

[Fuzzydoom]

"Dunno yet, but give em a minute and we'll be on our way to an asskicking." Alorin's grin widens.

[ShumaGorath]

::Hundreds of attackers in grey armor swarm the ship with green blasts of light. An old appearing bearded black armored man fires a black burst of anti matter at Alorin. The crackling energy from the spell is heard for a mile around::

[Kima Azure]

(Can I be a pilot?)

Derek looked at the people that were swarming the ship. 'Oh, please. Can't these guys at least wait until they get on space? It's real hard to pilot in the ground!' Taking out his personal guns, he decided to wait until anyone else appeared.

[ShumaGorath]

(Sure.)

[Overcast]

His arms pulled into his many sleaved cloak and suddenly a creature jumped up and took the blunt of the blast a bit of the shockwave still hit them though, "That was intense but hows this!?!" three small creatures came out of the cloak and latched on to the heads of three armored men the roots impaling thier brains. They were still alive but were bieng controled by Torren. "Here comes the show!" the men began blasting at thier allies in a manically bezerk fashion, "Have fun!"

[Death Dealer]

Goran finished up his prayers just as the first shot hit the side of his ship.

"Go take care of that, Esta. I'll protect the ship."

Goran lowered his head and began to pray once more, "Divine One, shield this ship with your love and grace."

[ShumaGorath]

::Goran and Esta are attacked by seven dark armored swordsmen with blades of light. One of the screams and knocks Esta off his feet. Blaster fire is heard all over the ship now, and the defenders are doing well fighting back but very slowly are being overwhelmed.::

[Kima Azure]

Derek had noticed the seven swordsmen, but he couldn't let his instincts take over him now. 'If only I could get one of them without the others attacking...' Carefully moving, he noticed that many invaders were moving in a near-100% synch. 'That's too good... Let's see if they like this.' Aiming carefully at the most connected group, he channeled some power to his hands before feeling the Chaos surrounding him. "Heh... how about some Chaos?!" he said, slightly out loud, before sending a sphere forward. The sphere started to grow and envelop the fighters, before disappearing shortly.

However, in their helmets, they were being confused. Several new targets were being detected, and they were in their side! But, since they were good soldiers (without realizing their minds were being muddled by the magic as well), they decided to follow through their new objectives.

(Chaos Magic: Sphere of Confusion. Of course, that was a very strong spell; in fact, it's so strong that they might shoot each other just because they can't stop. It would be fairly weaker, actually, if normal rules applied. But my magic is chaotic... If it's too OP, just PM me.)

[Azisien]

Esta rolled backwards onto his feet again as the swordsman impaled into the ship deck where he had just fell. The polymers making up the deck floor sizzled as the lightsword sliced its way more than six inches down. The swordsman lifted the weapon up without any trouble and faced Esta.

Making no sudden movements, Esta simply brushed his long cloak to his side and clasped his other hand to his chest. The swordsman was confused, but attacked with a furious vigor nonetheless. The lightsword collided with the invisible barrier, filling the air with a loud crack. Esta opened his hand and pointed it at the surprised attackers chest.

A stream of fire leapt from his fingertips and coalesced into a single point at the center of his palm. The point exploded in a violent, fiery torrent and sent the swordsman flying off through the room and out of the ship, through the door they had entered.

Another swordsman took notice of the manouver and attempted to strike Esta, who swiftly side-stepped and grasped the attackers hand firmly. In a fraction of a second, the man's hand, arm, and shoulder had frozen solid. Esta simply shoved him to the ground as he started screaming in pain and began ushering Goran deeper into the ship where it would be less crowded.

(Magic-based spell: Barrier - Deflected a single blow from an attack. Fire-based spell: Pyrotechnics - A brief, continuous jet of flame. Water-based spell: Freeze, Touch attack.)

[Overcast]

"It's for the show, come my minions!" his two arms protruded out again as the two came over to him and died as the men looked at their own comrads he placed his hands on thier heads and they began to struggle as roots began to protrude out of every area that used to be an arm or a leg and suddenly thier heads exploded as flowers poped out and began to head off to the old black armored man, "Hope you like them they were made just for you!" they both pulled back two of thier roots but did not attack. Noticably they would wait until he did, one would die but the outher would impale him with a seed that would turn into one of them, "Interesting aye?"


(Doomflowers: they can live for only two posts and cannot attack unless thier comrad is in other words they need the fool to attack to kill him)

[Fuzzydoom]

A blade appears through the front of the man's chest. As he falls Alorin throws himself into the thickest point of fighting, laying about with swoord, teeth, and claws.

[Inbred Chocobo]

Draven had recieved the message. At first he was planning on ignoring it because it sounded like nothing worthwhile, but then a thought crossed his mind. The Blagari empire might be willing to part with a few priceless treasures for his help. It was due to this thought that he now approached an ongoing battle. He say the fighting and decided to get the enemy moving. He looked closely at the enemy ship focusing on the captains worst fear. It was actually quite a simply fear once it came to him. THe man was scared of an ambush, and seemed quite paranoid about it. "Alright then, lets see how hard it is to fake an ambush." Draven then focused, and soon it looked as if ships where starting to warp in. There was at least 10 Human Battleships, each one looking strong enough to easily take out the ship. Then, it looked as if all the ships started to deploy fighters, and that was all that captain needed to run. But just to make sure, he focused and enchanted the next blast of the omegacannon of one of the battleships to be real. It took a lot of magic, and Draven was feeling tired, but the sight was incredible as the blast hit the enemy ship and tore through it's shields. "Wonder if thats enough to make them retreat."

OOC: I am slightly confused on whats going on. If there is anyone in space under attack, then assume I am rescueing them. If there isn't, then I have meet a few Blagari and Kaldamoss ships that are having a skirmish a long distance from the actual planet.

[Death Dealer]

Goran looked up from the mass barrier spell that he had just enacted to protect from the gunfire outside. He noticed a swordsman right next to him, distracted by Esta. Goran pulled his warhammer off of the seat beside him, and cracked the soldier's head with his warhammer, muttered about having to fight, and then set the warhammer back down before settling into a prayer of war.

(Spells: Mass Barrier - Protecting the Ship. Lasts 5 rounds)
(Spells: Inner Fire/Holy Furor - Increases battle speed and battle prowess on Esta.)

[Fuzzydoom]

Alorin smiles and cranks up his luck factor. Suddenly the entire enemy fire arms seem to jam, and you can almost hear them all saying "shit' at the same time. Alorin begins throwing soldiers through walls, with a passion.

OOC: having recently found ut I'm uber-powerful, I am having fun with this.

[Overcast]

OOC:From this point to my new birth this will be my last free will post.

"Ha! Ha! Time for some real fun!" suddenly his hands came out from the lowest of his sleaves and suddenly thousands of little Vines popped out of the ground andbegan to attach themselves to any enemys they found. The vines popped out of half of the ship and stabbed as many soldiers as they could find in the eyes and implanted a seed i thier brains. The vines died directly after but now those hit began to walkaround the ship and were out for blood.

(Conjuration/plant: Infectors: They can be easily killed but are usually are in such number it doesn't matter. They lay seeds in thier opponents heads killing themselves but sending off the newly altered men on a killing spree)

[Azisien]

Esta and Goran reached the most secluded corner of the room, it seemed to be the safest place and more importantly, it lacked any gaping holes from magic or weapon fire. With Goran's impressive barrier in place, they would both be out of danger for a few moments.

But Esta was not finished. As Goran muttered his holy prayer, raw divine energy began to flow through Esta's entire body. It took a moment to adjust to the change, every step took him farther in less time than usual. His reflexes attuned to that of the hastiest animals known in the galaxy.

As Goran finished the prayer, Esta gave him a meaningful nod before turning back to the ongoing battle. In what seemed like a moment, he had crossed the entire room. The warm-up was over, now. Very few swordsmen were in the room, since most had been killed or pushed outside.

One of two still in the room took a swing at Esta, but found himself a full three feet wide. In the time it took to swing, Esta had side-stepped clear out of the way and moved right behind him. Esta slipped his hand up into the man's combat helmet, and the metal quickly changed to its molten state, along with the man's head, as Esta channeled immense amounts of concentrated fire into the tiny space. Esta had already moved on when the headless corpse hit the floor.

Noticing the gaping, man-sized hole in one of the walls, and the one named Alorin rampaging some ways outside, he decided the others could easily handle the rest of the insurgants who had entered the ship. His battle would lie on the outside: One final favor to the planet he had lived on peacefully for the past decade.

A dozen enemy troopers raised their plasma blasters and took aim upon Esta as he moved, almost blurringly fast, out of the ship. They fired, filling the air with a flourescent green. The weapons fire, however, stopped and floated there, not twelve inches from Esta's body. The discharges collected themselves into a single sphere, which now hovered above Esta's hand.

Lacking any hint of emotion in his expression, he glanced at the sphere. It promptly took off, as quickly as it had left their blasters. The sphere collided with the trooper in the center of the rank, erasing him from existence, and causing a sizeable explosion in the form of a mushroom cloud. The bodies, or pieces, of the other troopers would come to rain down on the battlefield in a few moment's time.

Flames exploded out of his hands, twirling around his body and forming a complete orb. The orb dissapated back into a large ring which hovered up to his waist and back down to his feet. Glancing around the battlefield once more, he looked for his next victims.

[ShumaGorath]

::One final purple clothed sorcerer appeared in the room with the priest. He laughed. "You will come with us, one way, or another." He took his rod with the purple gem at the top, and made a circle with it. A purple swirl of flame lashed out at Goran like a snake, as the sorcerer was covered with blue energy.::"None defies Kaldomoss." :bmage:

[Death Dealer]

Goran felt the flame come inches from his face as a vibrant red barrier flared up and reflected the flame. "Nice try, sorcerer...but it will take more than cheap tricks to defeat my faith."

Goran reached into the powers of his prayers again, and began to hear a choking sound from the Sorcerer...The power of his own evil was working against him as holy spirit filled him, forcing the evil out in the most disgusting of ways.

"I hate to do that to you, but you've already shown that you weren't going to be converted...."

[ShumaGorath]

::The area became quiet around Goran. Suddenly the sorcerer laughed."Heh heh heh." He was bleeding all around his body, but then his wounds from the prayer healed. The blood was still on the floor as they formed into serpents and slithered towards Goran. "Heeeergh!!!" The sorcerer laughed. He mumbled some strange, archaeic phrase and then a black, huge balled headed bolt of energy slowly floated toward Goran. It was obvious it would take more than a single plea for the Divine One's aid to finish the odd mage.::

[Kima Azure]

As the sorcerer was laughing, it was paying little attention to the others, and only at Goran. That fact, of course, became his downfall as a sword crashed through his head, and then another cut through his neck. Those swords were being held by Derek, who quickly moved out of the way of the other fighters and headed to the docking area. 'Maybe I can send those guys down in the ground some fireworks...'

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Torren was channeling power to his plants, in order to do more damage.

(Not inspired enough for his posts.)

[ShumaGorath]

::The fight was over. The attackers we're all dead. Many defenders we're dead or injured as well. Blood was everywhere, but the defenders had new weapons and armor. Most of the elite we're taken out by the sons of Aether.::

[Kima Azure]

Derek looked at the mess. "I thought that they would be worse. Still, better this than that." He then called the ship's pilots by the intercom system. "Hey! Get us out of here before we're in trouble!"

[ShumaGorath]

::The ship takes off as soon as the order is given. At maximum hyper drive, the ship travels light years in just a few days. Soon the ship runs into their first stop. The Anachonda space station. About 50 ships we're all there including the ship the Sons were already on. Something was wrong with the engines, and whether Esta and Goran liked it, they had to stop.::

[Kima Azure]

Derek had stayed behind, checking the ships docked. While they were alright, he still preferred his own mech. Still, it was being fixed, and as soon as they reached the next station, according to the maps, he'd load it in. Meanwhile, he noticed an old A-Wing stationed.

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Torren was waiting in the ship for the docking.

[Fuzzydoom]

Suddenly Alorin finds himself alone in a strange space station, "The hell...?"

[ShumaGorath]

The station looked white all over in the docks. There were eight eyed and stilt legged creatures all over the place, as well as pointy eared fanged species in view. As they get off the ship, they are told what had occured.

[Azisien]

Esta followed Goran solemnly and quietly. The battle had not gone well. His powers had not fully returned yet. Not after such a long slumber. He had left his master stranded during the battle! Following his commands, yes... No...protecting his master is his only duty!

Esta glanced at Goran from across the table in the lounge, the young priest was deep in prayer. Soon, his powers would return in full.

[Death Dealer]

Goran looked up from his prayers for a moment. "Is there something wrong Esta? Any spiritual thing that ails you?"

[Azisien]

Esta smiled thinly at the question, but shook his head. Already, this master would be different from the others. In a good way. The priest had already helped awaken his powers, quicker than ever before. He would be able to protect him well on this dangerous journey.

[ShumaGorath]

::There were vendors of exotic alien foods everywhere. The aroma of odd morsels stuck in the noses of the people in a room not far from the docks. Delicious and healthy, but not too appetizing to the sight lay odd paste like substances of some sort of vegetations and animal parts. For the Sons of Aether it was free.::

[Death Dealer]

Goran nodded at Esta and said, "We should probably eat, or we will not be strong if something else happens." Goran stood up, stretched slightly, and walked into the next room, got a small plate, and put some of the strange looking paste on his plate. "Well, this is definately the strangest thing I've eaten..but whatever I need to..." Goran began to eat his meal after he said a short prayer.

[Kima Azure]

Derek was eating whatever he found fit. "Eh. You humans are weird, so unable to eat the best things in cuisine."

[Azisien]

Esta had accompanied Goran as he fetched his odd-looking meal. After catching a strong whiff of it, Esta had no interest in trying it. Eating other lifeforms, a strange habit. Especially in such decieving mixtures...

He figured it would be polite for Goran to sit and eat alone, so Esta did help himself to a large glass of spring water, which he could only assume was derived from a nearby planet. It was cool, crisp, and tasted genuine. But then, replicators had improved in the past few decades.

As Goran began his mealtime prayer, Esta paused and sat with his head bowed. While he had no actual interest in his master's faith, the least he could do was be respectful of his master's path in life. As Goran began carefully taste-testing the gooey paste, Esta sipped at his water calmly.

This Calm would not last for long, he knew it.

[ShumaGorath]

::No, the calm did not last for long, as Goran had discovered his mace missing after his meal. One dark figure could be seen racing out of the eatery with it. He was easily running 40 feet per second.::

[Death Dealer]

Goran checked his armaments after his meal, and discovered that his Ebony mace was missing.

"Esta, we have to find who stole the mace. It is an important artifact of the church, and I do believe that they would be greatly displeased if it did not return to them after this is over."

[Azisien]

Esta nodded. While he did not see the value in such an item, especially considering the risk of giving chase, it was clearly important to the priest. A reddish glow illuminated Esta's eyes as he looked around the entire room, searching every corner and bulkhead.

After being assured the thief was not still hiding somewhere in the room, he bolted to the large doorway, the only place in or out of the eatery. He performed the same search left and right as he exitted the eatery. With one final glance back at Goran, he nodded again and started running down the long promenade which stretched across most of the eastern quadrant of the space station.

The place was pretty empty. There was only a few aliens walking here and there. Then, out of the corner of his eye, a shadow blurred into another corridor one hundred meters ahead. It was moving much faster than Esta, but he did not relent. In about fifteen seconds Esta reached the turn and started his way down the new corridor.

It was a narrow space bridge, with massive viewing windows giving passerbys a beautiful glimpse of the vaccuum beyond. The bridge itself was quite narrow, maybe enough to fit eight people side by side, but it continued all the way to the other section of the space station. Only three creatures were walking along the bridge, two insectoids and one humanoid. Esta scanned each of them as he ran by, deciding it would be nigh impossible for any of them to be hiding a large, ivory mace.

Esta reached the end of the space bridge after a minute of so. There were two turns, one continued on and connected to a main promenade on the western part of the station, the other was a narrower, dark maintenance corridor. This Shadow would hide with his kin, the Darkness. Esta started down the maintenance corridor. The reddish glow returned to his eyes and illuminated the extensive bulkheads above his head. It was almost like an intricate maze of pipes, and it was certainly pitch black. Very easy to hide in, if you could climb well.

He quickened his pace, but even then he knew he would not be able to catch up to the thief. As he was passing by a particular bend, however, he caught a glimpse of something concealed in the bulkheads with his extrasensory vision. It was almost perfectly blended with the wall bend, without the magic, he would have missed it entirely. But the white mace added the flaw to this thief's stealth capabilities.

Esta stopped and looked straight up into the maze of pipes and power relays, fixing his glowing eyes on the shadowy figure. A smile crept onto his icy-blue lips and he raised both of his hands to abdomen level, waiting.

[ShumaGorath]

(So what happened in this post?)

[ShumaGorath]

The thief burst out with a furry of blades spinning like Kleangdorian tumbleweed.

[PizzaGuy]

A small escape pod shot from the Arcturian Battleship soon afterwards the ship exploded and sent the escape pod ofcourse towards the space station.Ricard tryed to get the pod back on course but it was too badly damaged"I hope I can get a ride out of there".

The small pod hurtled towards the space station.Ricard sent out a distress signal and a tractor beam started to bring him to a port"hmmm...."he looked around him and seen all manner of vendors.Then he seen two creatures among a maze of pipes fighting for what looked like an Ebony Mace"food and fighting this place has got it all" he raised his sword and ran towards the battle.