Scattered Through Time

[Ruto]

Plot: As a fleet of starships is heading towards Earth, the people fear that their last hour is nigh. An anonymous source has informed the people of Earth that an alien race is planning on attacking the planet and obliterating it completely. Millions of people worldwide have already started panicking and causing trouble among the streets. As of now, October 21st, 2007, the world is in total chaos.

 

But there is hope.

 

There are ones who can stop the fleet and save the Earth, however, there's only one problem: they're scattered throughout different time periods.

 

A mysterious being named Yema is traveling through time to locate these heroes and bring them all together on the day of the attack. All of these heroes have different, unique skills that no one else who ever lived has. They just need to find those skills and put them to use.

 

Some of these heroes, though, aren't even human...

 

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You have two options: either join the rank of the heroes, or the starship fleet of aliens.

 

If you are on the heroes side, fill out this form:

 

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Species:

Alignment: Heroes

Skill:

Time period:

Character Description:

Other info: (optional)

 

If you are with the aliens, fill out this form:

 

Name:

Gender:

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Alignment: Aliens

Rank in army:

Weapon:

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PLEASE make sure you fill out the correct form, it's really important.

 

Yema will have her own, separate description.

 

Name: Yema

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown

Alignment: Heroes

Species: Spirit

Character Description: Yema is basically the ghost of an impish figure, with long, flowing hair and a small dress. She has no color and is obviously transparent.

Other info: Yema has sort of a sage-like character.

[Guest Levy]

((I'll give this a shot.))

 

Name: Clint Benton

Gender: Male

Age: 142 Earth years

Species: Cyborg (Human)

Alignment: Heroes

Skill: Mechanics and programming

Time period: 103 AE (AE means After Earth)

Character Description: His entire appearance is a machine. He's nine feet tall, but normally hunches with the movement of the exoskeleton, giving him the height of seven feet. His body is a special alloy that is ten times heavier than steel but thirty times stronger. Under the Earth star, the alloy looks like dark stone.

Other info: He goes by the nickname "C". He was once a human being on Earth, studying how to build cyborg prostesis limbs that move with the impulses from the human brain. But his obsesion grew too wildly and he eventually developed his new body. He became C on May 30th, 2007. When the Earth began to undergo the ordeal of the apocalypse. He hid deep underground for three years in cryogenic sleep before emerging into the wasteland. His mechanic exoskeleton protected him from the harmful radiation from Humanity's last resort, which not only destroyed the aliens but destroyed all life itself. C has been living in cryogenic sleep since he saw the aftermath which befell the planet.

[antiaircraft]

Name: Shade

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Alignment: Aliens

Rank in army: None, he is a creation of genetic engineering and thus treated as a device of sorts

Weapon: His mind and wits

Character Description: Grown from a sample of human DNA, Shade appears to be a normal, though rather malnourished human, with short black hair and a slightly below average height. His only major distinguishing feature is that special pigments placed in his eyes to enhance his depth perception have turned the irises an unusual shade of orange.

 

Other info: Seeking to minimize their losses, the alien commanders have recently attempted to break away from their usual rudimentary combat maneouvers, coordinating the movements of their massive fleets to achieve tactical and strategic advantages. However, over a billion individual starships, fighters, landing craft, soldiers, and various other units can never be easily coordinated, so scientists set about creating an organism that would be able to do the job effectively. Working from the platform of the human brain, they created Shade, a creature designed for one task and one task only - to direct their massive military forces to rapid victories with minimal losses.

 

Shade does his job incredibly well, and while he is not exactly ruthless in battle, he never hesitates to do what is needed to win. He has spent his entire life securely guarded in the most heavily defended ship in the fleets, living in small but comfortable quarters and constantly being summoned to the war room, where he uses holographic interfaces to direct the fleets.

[Guest Levy]

C sat in the cave. The radiation levels on his exoskeleton have diminished, but it didn't matter. His mind was frozen, his armor began to grow a film of rust on top of the alloy. He waits, for time itself to end to ease his pain, pain cause by his cowardace he displayed during Earth's final days. Now he lives in isolation in the post-apocalypic world, in his cage.

[Ruto]

Yema gazed up at the night sky. It seemed peaceful. No sign of anything out of the ordinary, no UFOs or anything like that. But she knew they were coming. She had to get help. As she wandered the barren fields alone, Yema formed a picture in her mind. A deserted wasteland, with no life around. Everything there was destroyed by radiation, long ago. Or rather, near the present day. In the future...time period? 103 AE. AE? Yema didn't quite know what that meant, or how she thought of it, but she knew it meant something. Yema created a portal and slowly floated through it.

[Guest Levy]

((I'm changing C's height, 2 stories is too much. I'm dropping him to nine feet.))

[antiaircraft]

((It'd still be impossible for him to move around a house without banging his head continuously :P))

 

A harsh buzzer sounded, and the door to Shade's quarters slid open, jolting him sharply awake. He quickly sat up, pulled on his boots and grabbed a packet of water from the dispenser, gulping down two thirds of it before a pair of heavily armed guards strode into the room. One of the guards tapped his shoulder and grunted, gesturing pointedly towards the door, while the other guard swept the room for bugs or intruders with a high-frequency scanner. Both guards never let go of their weapons. Shade's safety was critical to the plans of the Third Council, and any failure to defend him would be punished dearly. How ironic that the person they so jealously defend happens to originate from the same species the fleet is now mobilizing to wipe out. Shade thought as pocketed another two water packets and followed the guard out the door.

 

Stepping into the brightly lit corridor, Shade was immediately surrounded by a phalanx of soldiers, which escorted him to the hangar bay of the Echronal Physig (the ship which Shade lives on - the name can be roughly translated to 'Sunstorm') with crisp, silent efficiency. Waiting in the hangar was a small, but speedy and heavily armoured shuttle designated EE43884. The shuttle did not have a name - ships like the Echronal Physig had earned their names through strength and bravery in battle.

 

Four soldiers, dressed in the black of the Third Council's elite guard, were in the shuttle. Two were acting as pilots, while the other two flanked Shade, ever-alert and ready to defend the creature that was so important to their masters. So the Third Council is in town, Shade mused absently, that explains the extra security. As the shuttle slid smoothly out of the hangar, the heavy plasma turrets of the Echronal Physig tracked it, prepared to unleash their devastating firepower on any threats that emerged. As the shuttle reached the fringe of the turrets' range, a full squadron of fighters swooped in, afterburners blazing. Their hulls bore the insignia of the One Hundred Twentieth Warrior House, the fiercest fighter pilots in all the twelve fleets. Evidently the fleet admiral in charge was not taking any chances with the Third Council present.

 

As the shuttle and its escort headed for the fleet's flagship, the Elmorlatis (a journey that would take several hours on account of the vast distance and the hundreds of thousands of ships to weave through), Shade wondered what assignment could possibly be so important that the Third Council itself would have to come and give it to him personally.

[Ruto]

((I was thinking that two stories is a bit much. Yema would have trouble talking to C. She's only 3 feet tall. :O ))

 

As the world around her blurred to nothing, Yema experienced a pain of bright sunlight. The light subdued, and standing before her was nothing but a wasteland. How could anyone live here? There's no water, no vegetation, no life anywhere. Luckily, Yema didn't need vital sources, and she started wandering around.

 

"Maybe, I made a mistake...there can't possibly be someone here." The sun was starting to burn through Yema's ghostly body, so she quickly looked for a source of shade. She spotted a cave off in the distance, and immediately flew over there.

[Guest Levy]

C sat along the cave wall, still awaiting a death that would never come. His large mechanical arms wrapped around his exoskeletal legs in an eternal rest. There was nothing to live for on Planet Earth anymore, and nothing was alive to wake him up. Nothing to give him a purpose, to give his life meaning again. Its these thoughts that convinced him to go into crygenic sleep, because in his mind, he is already dead.

 

((C is near the back of the cave, most of the cave has colapsed and is unstable. He is set to wake up when a light rolls over his eyes, which is absent in the cave.))

[Ruto]

((That'll be tough for Yema, she's allergic to sunlight. :P ))

 

Yema retreated to the safety of the cave and hid in its shadows. She tried to focus on another picture in her mind, something that would tell her where to go.

 

But the picture was black. There wasn't any sunlight to light up the room. She could feel a presence, though. Yema couldn't see past the enshrouding darkness to see what was there, but whatever it was, it was in this cave.

 

Yema withdrew from the picture and started exploring the cave. The farther she went, the darker it became, meaning that Yema was in no danger of being burned. Her ethreal spirit began to give off a soft glow, and soon, Yema could see where she was going.

[antiaircraft]

The elite guard pilot brought shuttle EE43884 into the hangar of the Elmorlatis with graceful ease. The fighter squadron had peeled off as soon as they came into the range of Elmorlatis' turrets, heading back to their base carrier in perfect formation.

 

As Shade was escorted down the ramp, a full squad of elite guard soldiers formed around him. Their long years of military service and training showed in their hardened combat stances and the alert intensity of their pale green eyes. Shade was led through the network of bustling passages - the various officers and workers scurrying around were forced to stand aside in the face of the polished black armour that strode their way - one did not interfere with the business of the Third Council.

 

Five minutes and 23 lift shafts later, Shade came to a lightly furnished and harshly lit tactical command room, the central table of which was surrounded by twenty figures in black robes, along with the fleet's commander.

 

"This is the organic device?" one of the figures asked in a rasp that betrayed surprise.

 

"Yes, great one." The fleet commander addressed the entire council instead of the single member who had spoken - it was well known that members of the Third Council shared a telepathic mind link. The military poise with which the fleet commander held himself along with his calm, level voice betrayed the fact that even he was nervous in the presence of such high ranking personages.

 

Another member of the council voiced his disapproval in the same, rasping tone. "We were not informed that his appearance was so... barbaric."

 

If the fleet commander had been human, he would have soaked his uniform in sweat by now. The slightest offense against the Third Council was enough to have you dragged away by their elite guard, and having a humanoid creature in the room was more than a slight offense. Shade assessed the risk to himself, and came to the conclusion that even political powerhouses like the Third Council would not dispense with an asset as valuable as him lightly.

 

"The human genome was simply the only platform that suited our needs." the commander responded, almost mechanically. "If it had been possible to achieve this creature's excellent results with a less vulgar genome, it would have been done."

 

Much to the commander's relief, one of the council members dismissed him with a subtle hand gesture. "We will discuss the condition of your fleet later. For now, we have an assignment to discuss with your... tactician."

[Loc]

Name: Floaro

Gender:Male

Age:25

Species:Mer

Alignment: Heroes

Skill:He is a maser at hand-to-hand fighting

Time period:Modern

Character Description:He is the most handsome of the Mer people, he has short shaggy brown hair, and has a purple fin.

Other info: He is incredably smart, is the prince of Matamos, the little known sister city of Atlantis, and being of the royal blood can transform to a land dweller and talk to fish.

[Guest Levy]

C's sensors detected the thin wave of radiation, triggering the awakening process. His mechanical body began to heat up, thawing out his organic inner structure. Slowly his mind became aware and his eyes opened to the dim light in the cave. Instantly the spotlight beams housed on his head lit up in the direction of the origin of the light. He struggled to force the rust layered exoskeleton to move, slowly he was able to stand to his regular stance of seven feet. His visor was covered in dust, his organic eyes couldn't see a thing. A mechanical diaphragm began to pump out CO2 and dug into his dwindling oxygen supply. Slowly he began to fully awaken.

 

((I want to make this clear is any of you are confused. All that is left of C's organic structure is his brain, nervous system, and his eyes. Everything else is mechanical, but his mind still needs oxygen to function properly.))

[Loc]

Floaro left the beach, he knew he wasn't supposed to talk to humans, but he couldn't help being interested in them. He owned an 'appartment' and had a job working part time at "McDonalds". He swam down to Matamos, and when he entered the palace one of the guards grabbed him and told him his father wanted to see him, he knew this was coming and was prepared, he smacked the guard with his tail fin and sped off to his room.

[antiaircraft]

"Authentication, Avic, Six, Nost, Ech. Repeat, authentication Avic, Six, Nost, Ech."

 

"Authentication confirmed. Welcome to the task force Echronal Physig, prepare yourselves to hunt and kill."

 

"Affirmative, to hunt and kill!"

 

Shade listened to the odd mix of technical jargon and traditional greetings with minimal interest. He was sitting in a meditative position withing a small, bland partition of the Echronal Physig's command bridge, considering which tactics could be effectively employed in the upcoming engagements.

 

The small room was equipped with interactive holoprojectors through which he could direct the task force's strategical movements. Technically, the officer in charge on this mission was Char-Kin-Vine, a bad-tempered Force Leader notorious for disobeying direct orders simply to take a slice out of the enemy ranks. However, with only a small task force under his command, even he understood the need to defer to Shade's enhanced tactical capacities in the heat of battle.

 

As the Echronal Physig moved into position, a small hologram appeared in front of Shade, showing the task force under his command. Foremost in the formation were three corvettes, followed by the Echronal Physig and another destroyer, with a specially modified TimeRip frigate in between them. There was also a fighter squadron berthed in each destroyer, and a fully equipped commando squad with their landing shuttle in the frigate. All the ships had earned names for their ferocity, and under Shade's command they would be a formidable force.

 

"TimeRip is charged, targeting for 103 years AE. Maintain formation." intoned one of the frigate's engineers.

 

Six affirmatives rang throughout the chamber.

 

"Engaging TimeRip!"

[Guest Levy]

((AA, what's going on? Why's your character going to 103 AE?))

 

C's eyes made out a floating, glowing figure, not having full vision due to the film on his visor. "Such beauty in the hostile world," he began to say in a deeply corrupted mechanical voice, "have the angels come to rid me of my torment? The torment caused by my cowardace to save my love over 100 years ago? I, in my mechanical exoskeleton with the strength to crumble the once enourmous skyscrapers of Earth, am the weakest being on this wretched scar of Hell. Please rid me of this prison, please save me from myself."

[antiaircraft]

((I would have thought it somewhat obvious - Shade has been assigned the task force, along with the TimeRip system, to try and deal with the scattered people that could stop the fleet if united.

 

I wonder when Morgan is going to post...))

 

The task force sat in space, retaining perfect formation, as it headed slowly but steadily towards Earth. The TimeRip had gone without a hitch, but shifts on many of the ships had changed early - jumping into the future by more than 100 years may only seem to take an instant, but the organisms involved had just gone for more than a century without food, water, or rest, with the exception of the ones sleeping at the time.

 

The huge energy stabilizer panes attached to the TimeRip frigate couldn't totally reduce this effect, so for the active shifts on task force an entire two days of fatigue, hunger, and thirst had hit them instantaneously. On the contrary, the inactive shifts, who were sleeping in their quarters, awoke completely refreshed, as if they had slept for two days straight. Force Leader Char-Kin-Vine, despite his impulsiveness, was an able commander who cared for his soldiers, if only to make them more effective in combat. He had immediately taken advantage of the situation and ordered the fresh crews to replace the hopelessly fatigued ones.

 

Shade, who had been built to go for long periods without rest or nourishment of any sort, even under the stress of commanding massive fleets, did not share the problems of the soldiers and thus continued to sit in his chamber, meditating on various subjects while carefully watching his tactical display. The Third Council had assigned him the task of hunting down and eliminating a series of individuals who if united, would somehow posses the capacity to stop the attacking fleets, or so the prophets said. The fact that the Third Council was willing to provide him with one of their incredibly expensive TimeRip units testified that they took the prophecy very seriously.

 

However, most modern politicians and military commanders considered the prophets a bunch of old fools that clung to antiquated traditions. That explained why only a small force had been assigned to him - to avoid attracting any attention that might lower their political standing. Far from being angered by this, Shade was somewhat amused.

 

To any conventional commander, his force would have been a strategical disaster. Only six capital ships (one of which - the TimeRip frigate - was too precious to risk in direct combat), two fighter squadrons and a single squad of ground troops could hardly stand up to much, no matter how elite the soldiers were. But Shade was not a conventional commander. Where others saw a disadvantage, he saw a challenge.

[Ruto]

((Terribly sorry -- my internet is really crappy and keeps exploding on me. I'm back now, though. :D))

 

Yema was a little startled at the sight of C. Never had she imagined she would see such a hideous creature, whatever it was. Yema replied, "Peace be with you, warrior. Never again will you have to set foot in this place." She paused. "Yes, I have come for you, but not for reasons of which you think. You are needed, many years into the past. There is much to talk about, but for now, we cannot linger here. I feel an evil presence following us, so we must make haste." Yema opened a portal leading to the past time, thousands of years ago. "Step through the light, and we'll discuss things later."

[Loc]

(( Please come take me quick))

 

Floaro lay on his bed, thinking about what it would be like if he finally hit his full power and Could control the water like his father Poseidon. He should hit it anytime now. His father was the god of the sea but the god's were coming to an end just like the Titans did, only this time the sky would not be king, Floaro told himself, the sea would. He would rule all of the... colosuss', yes that is what the next generation would be called, and he would rule.

[Guest Levy]

"Wait, please clean off my visor. I can barely see a thing, I'd do it myself but I can't do it without scratching my visor. Also there is something I need to bring before we go." C requested to the light.

[antiaircraft]

Far above the cave where C and Yema were located, the task force settled into orbit. "Prepare for engagement!" barked Char-Kin-Vine. "Well Shade? Do we drop the corvettes into the atmosphere and bombard? Launch an orbital barrage from the destroyers? Order the fighters to strafe our opponents? Or do you wish to land the ground troops?"

 

"That would be unwise." Shade responded tersely. "I am sending a flight of fighters into the atmosphere, equipped with cloaks and observation kits."

 

"What?!"

 

"Attacking an opponent you know nothing about is the quickest way to lose a battle. For now, we watch, wait, and observe."

[Ruto]

Yema floated up a little to reach C's visor, then swiped her hand across it. In moments, it was clean. "Please hurry, young warrior. We are being watched, and we have other places to go." She looked upward as if she was searching for something.

[Guest Levy]

C made his way toward the back of the cave and returned with two cases. He sat both on the ground and walked to the wall of the cave. Thrusting his fist into the cave wall he revealed some kind of plug. He returned to a case and opened it. Contained in the case was a large piece of equipment that looked like a computer laptop from the 1970s. There was a wire attached to it. C found the end of the wire and forced it into the rusted plug on the wall. The laptop hummed to life. C's left robotic hand had a feature his right did not, a retractable spike. The spike shot out of his palm and buzzed electrically. He fit it into a perfectly sized hole on the laptop and instantly the laptop displayed a countdown timer. C retracted the spike and grabed the other case.

"Let's go now. While I was alone here, and before I went into cryonic sleep, I wired six nuclear bombs left after the apocalypse to that machine, I just armed them. They are scattered throughout the area, probably buried and undetectable. Anything following us won't last long. We have one minute. Lead the way."

 

((The spike, just like the one on Robocop. The only difference is the size and location. Robocop's spike come out of his right knucke, C's spike comes out of his left palm.))

[antiaircraft]

A sensation of unease began buzzing through Shade's mind. He didn't try to dismiss it or suppress it, like a normal person probably would have, but instead turned his focus deep into his subconscious mind and isolated the source. It was a unique talent of Shade's to be able to read his subconscious at will, and one he put to good use.

 

He frowned, and re-assessed the tactical map. The fleet was in high orbit, with shields up to full. Two fighter wings were providing cover for them, sweeping nearby space with their sensors. Both the fighters and the fleet were well protected from any threat that might come from below. But the fighter he had sent down for observation was vulnerable. It was well armed and equipped with a stealth cloak, but it was weighed down with the observation kit, and stealth cloaks were far from perfect. He gave it an order through his command hologram, instructing it to climb to an altitude where it would be reasonably safe, but could still observe perfectly well, backing up the order with a verbal transmission.

 

"This is Shade to Fighter Scraw, Wing Six, Squadron Hafnock, your are flying too low, please climb to the specified altitude immediately."

 

The pilot of the fighter promptly indicated a negative on the order, and replied in a highly disrespectful tone - the disrespect was something Shade was used to from these aliens. They soon learned to regard his orders, as generally those that did not ended up dead. "Negative Shade, we do not detect any significant threat and will not increase altitude in response to a nonexistent danger."

 

To Shade's surprise, it was Char-Kin-Vine replied. "With the amount of residual radiation on the surface of that planet, there could be a thousand fusion devices buried there and you wouldn't have a clue they even existed! Our tactical adviser is here for a reason, so you will obey his orders or face direct punitive measures from me!"

 

The pilot's brisk "Yes sir!" was followed by a sharp climb to the designated altitude. Shade was already too occupied to be grateful to Char-Kin-Vine. He was too busy watching the observation feed of their target cave, and the icons that indicated movement had been detected inside it. What are you up to, he wondered, and how do you plan to get out?

[Ruto]

Yema reopened the portal. "We must travel to the year 2007 AD. The next person I'm searching for lives in that period. When everyone is gathered together, I will explain what's going on. Please trust me until then." Before she left, Yema made a clone of herself to leave in the cave, unaffected by the blasts that will follow shortly. "We'll see what would have happened had we stayed in the cave, what would have been following us. For now, step through the portal."