Post by Plot Twist on Oct 22, 2015 17:45:49 GMT
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K3X-779, Eros
Triangulum Galaxy
The Etruscan warriors, all four of them, had been watching and waiting with interest. They had Tau'ri prey on their planet, delivered to them as a gift from the Gods. It was an opportunity to prove themselves yet again, and an opportunity for a beautiful sacrifice. The leader of the four warriors signaled the other three to wait and stay hidden, while he observed the humans from the shadows. He had two blades expertly crafted attached to his back, one for each hand. He was slightly slimmer than the grunts of the army, lacking the bulky the armour of the Etruscan foot soldiers, and he was clothed in dark rags from head to toe, only his face from forehead to chin was visible. His green textured skin mottled slightly and scar pocked through various challenges in the combat arena. These were not simple Etruscans. These were Etruscan Bloodletters, elite worshipers of Etruscan Gods.
First, Ryan Alexander...
The leader cricked his neck and cursed a thousand curses as he noticed a large group of the foot soldiers approaching the scene, evidently investigating the same sounds of shouting that the bloodletters had already detected. He would not let them steal his glory, but the time was not yet night to ambush the humans. The Bloodletters shared a smile as the human they were observing easily gunned down the three approaching guard patrol warriors. Pathetic. With a nod, their leader gestured for one of the four to step forward and take on the lone Tau'ri. Drawing an over-sized blade with a smile, the warrior leaped out upon Ryan Alexander, slicing at his flank. The battle was glorious to watch, the bloodletter was starting to fail but had managed to rip Alexander's weapon from his grasp, delightfully performing the art of vicious battle in front of his hidden comrades. Then something new had happened, a new weapon it seemed that shot blue energy had hit the warrior. The leader frowned as his warrior crumpled to the ground defeated. There was glory in death, and this new challenge would be a delight to face. The leader was about to summon one of his remaining two men to finish the human, before he noticed more humans converging on the injured one. He opted to wait.
The trial of Quinn Monaghan...
"Everyone to the Jumper NOW. We are aborting the mission." The leader heard one of them shout in it's harsh native tongue. It was then that he saw another opportunity, a female human was lagging far behind. He issued one of his warriors, leaving him and his second in command in hiding. The warrior snuck around the foliage leaped upon Quinn Monaghan, taking her to the ground. The ensuing battle was rough, it was violent and it was not at all pretty. It ended with Quinn choking the life out of the bloodletter. The leader was impressed, he decided then that he would not engage them personally. Information on these humans from Meropis needed to be returned to his God. Perhaps they were a threat worth considering more than they previously had done. As he slowly retreated into the night, he looked to his remaining bloodletter over his shoulder, he issued words in an Etruscan whisper,
"Crag nak hooga tak!" He commanded. The translation essentially meant, you will not return, you will die a glorious death too. The bloodletter placed a hand over it's chest and bowed to it's leader. This last warrior was garbed rather differently, he was designed to blend in with the slaves of this world, to listen, to learn and to gather information. The only identifying feature was the mark of the bloodletter, a small scar branded on to the creature's neck. This one could also end the life of a legion of slaves in mere minutes. Drawing it's two knives, it stepped forward from cover... And confronted Tom Chambers.
The victory of Tom Chambers...
The leader made his way back toward the Citadel, contemplating how the Tau'ri had managed to best three of the greatest Bloodletters they currently had. More training was required. Vengeance, was required. Within a few minutes he had made his way within sight of the outskirts of the camp. The guards on the gates pointed their lamps at him, he raised his hands up to his sides with open palms and smiled at them, sharp demonic teeth reflecting the lantern's light. He had made a decision on the way back to the camp. Impressive though they were, these humans could not be allowed to live, their blood will yet be shed this night in honor of the great Hinthial and the mighty Laran. He raised the alarm.
The end is nigh...
Further up the ridge toward where SM-2 were gathering themselves, the human survivors noticed something worrying occurring. Three bright green pyrotechnics, almost like flares, shot up from the enemy camp. Within seconds a raucous noise began to build from all over the plains in front of them. Bells began to toll and an angry sounding alarm began to emit from one of the ships. The camp came alive and lights switched on everywhere, much to the horror of the team the warriors had decided that battle was more of a priority than anything else before them. Slaves were either being brutally and mindlessly shot or trampled as the warriors left their posts, preparing for war. One of the search lights illuminated a small fleet of alien fighter ships set aside from the encampment, the same ships that had bombarded the Sun Tzu over Meropis almost a year ago. Etruscan warriors were running to their ships as a search light began to scan the hill where the team were hiding. In mere minutes a storm was coming, and the Etruscan army would be swarming over hillside. As sure as day follows night, one word was bound to enter the minds of all four members of SM-2... Run.
<tag John Callaghan Tom Chambers Ryan Alexander Quinn Monaghan Andrew McManus>
K3X-779, Eros
Triangulum Galaxy
The Etruscan warriors, all four of them, had been watching and waiting with interest. They had Tau'ri prey on their planet, delivered to them as a gift from the Gods. It was an opportunity to prove themselves yet again, and an opportunity for a beautiful sacrifice. The leader of the four warriors signaled the other three to wait and stay hidden, while he observed the humans from the shadows. He had two blades expertly crafted attached to his back, one for each hand. He was slightly slimmer than the grunts of the army, lacking the bulky the armour of the Etruscan foot soldiers, and he was clothed in dark rags from head to toe, only his face from forehead to chin was visible. His green textured skin mottled slightly and scar pocked through various challenges in the combat arena. These were not simple Etruscans. These were Etruscan Bloodletters, elite worshipers of Etruscan Gods.
First, Ryan Alexander...
The leader cricked his neck and cursed a thousand curses as he noticed a large group of the foot soldiers approaching the scene, evidently investigating the same sounds of shouting that the bloodletters had already detected. He would not let them steal his glory, but the time was not yet night to ambush the humans. The Bloodletters shared a smile as the human they were observing easily gunned down the three approaching guard patrol warriors. Pathetic. With a nod, their leader gestured for one of the four to step forward and take on the lone Tau'ri. Drawing an over-sized blade with a smile, the warrior leaped out upon Ryan Alexander, slicing at his flank. The battle was glorious to watch, the bloodletter was starting to fail but had managed to rip Alexander's weapon from his grasp, delightfully performing the art of vicious battle in front of his hidden comrades. Then something new had happened, a new weapon it seemed that shot blue energy had hit the warrior. The leader frowned as his warrior crumpled to the ground defeated. There was glory in death, and this new challenge would be a delight to face. The leader was about to summon one of his remaining two men to finish the human, before he noticed more humans converging on the injured one. He opted to wait.
The trial of Quinn Monaghan...
"Everyone to the Jumper NOW. We are aborting the mission." The leader heard one of them shout in it's harsh native tongue. It was then that he saw another opportunity, a female human was lagging far behind. He issued one of his warriors, leaving him and his second in command in hiding. The warrior snuck around the foliage leaped upon Quinn Monaghan, taking her to the ground. The ensuing battle was rough, it was violent and it was not at all pretty. It ended with Quinn choking the life out of the bloodletter. The leader was impressed, he decided then that he would not engage them personally. Information on these humans from Meropis needed to be returned to his God. Perhaps they were a threat worth considering more than they previously had done. As he slowly retreated into the night, he looked to his remaining bloodletter over his shoulder, he issued words in an Etruscan whisper,
"Crag nak hooga tak!" He commanded. The translation essentially meant, you will not return, you will die a glorious death too. The bloodletter placed a hand over it's chest and bowed to it's leader. This last warrior was garbed rather differently, he was designed to blend in with the slaves of this world, to listen, to learn and to gather information. The only identifying feature was the mark of the bloodletter, a small scar branded on to the creature's neck. This one could also end the life of a legion of slaves in mere minutes. Drawing it's two knives, it stepped forward from cover... And confronted Tom Chambers.
The victory of Tom Chambers...
The leader made his way back toward the Citadel, contemplating how the Tau'ri had managed to best three of the greatest Bloodletters they currently had. More training was required. Vengeance, was required. Within a few minutes he had made his way within sight of the outskirts of the camp. The guards on the gates pointed their lamps at him, he raised his hands up to his sides with open palms and smiled at them, sharp demonic teeth reflecting the lantern's light. He had made a decision on the way back to the camp. Impressive though they were, these humans could not be allowed to live, their blood will yet be shed this night in honor of the great Hinthial and the mighty Laran. He raised the alarm.
The end is nigh...
Further up the ridge toward where SM-2 were gathering themselves, the human survivors noticed something worrying occurring. Three bright green pyrotechnics, almost like flares, shot up from the enemy camp. Within seconds a raucous noise began to build from all over the plains in front of them. Bells began to toll and an angry sounding alarm began to emit from one of the ships. The camp came alive and lights switched on everywhere, much to the horror of the team the warriors had decided that battle was more of a priority than anything else before them. Slaves were either being brutally and mindlessly shot or trampled as the warriors left their posts, preparing for war. One of the search lights illuminated a small fleet of alien fighter ships set aside from the encampment, the same ships that had bombarded the Sun Tzu over Meropis almost a year ago. Etruscan warriors were running to their ships as a search light began to scan the hill where the team were hiding. In mere minutes a storm was coming, and the Etruscan army would be swarming over hillside. As sure as day follows night, one word was bound to enter the minds of all four members of SM-2... Run.
<tag John Callaghan Tom Chambers Ryan Alexander Quinn Monaghan Andrew McManus>
