When last we saw our heroes......
Vyynd tr'Khaine was still a-snooze in his chair, and after Byh'hie had also fallen back asleep once more while sitting up at the table, the Senator and the other two boys stood over the now unconscious form of Llunih. D'Tarik's 'cure' had seemed to work.....but this would appear to be only temporary, as the werewolf-cells within the mute Rihan girl are currently regenerating themselves from scratch.
[Outside Byh'hie's Cabin]
A zombie, wearing the unmistakable trench coat and long dress jacket of a Tal`Shiar officer, stumbles over the brush and drops, informally, at the base of the cabin steps. The zombie remains on the ground, generally moaning and irate, but not doing anything threatening. The pitiful creature has a tarnished brass star on his collar, but his name patch is ripped off the front of his jacket. The creature has no idea where he is, but senses people inside the cabin...not really sure why he is there either...just some memory about being impaled and needing help. His ripped flesh starts to knit ...slightly. Though not back to his happy Rihannsu self, his is, for the most part, in one piece now.
[Inside Byh'hie's Cabin]
Rylan> ::hears the thud outside and turns towards the door::
Rhagarokk> ::spins his head:: What was that...
Rylan> ::to the Senator:: Maybe ninte crew?
Rhagarokk> Doubtful. They'd contact me. ::draws his kaleh and walks to the door::
Rylan>::kicks the TS Man's leg to wake him::
Vyynd>:: moans and rolls onto the floor holding his head::
D'Tarik>::looks around kind of confused as to what is going on::
Rylan> ::whispers to Vyynd:: Wake up man....company's coming... ::heads towards the door::
Rhagarrok> ::takes out a tricorder and begins scanning::
Vyynd> :: rubs his head and runs his fingers through his hair:: Stop talking so loud.....::sits
up and stumbles to his feet:: Ohhhh man, what *time* is it?!?!
Rylan> ::grins at Vyynd's headache, as he's suffering from his own. reaches for the door::
D'Tarik> ::puts the large needle back in his coat and looks down at Llunih, not as easily distracted by the unknown sound beyond the door::
Rylan> ::answers Vyynd:: Couple hours till morning, at least. ::opens the door and sees the slouched-over form of the Zombie....and promptly closes the door again::
Ragarokk> ::brow cringes:: Detecting the XD particles. Arm ninte selves
Rylan> ::nods:: Ie....more of D'Tarik's zombies have arrived.
Sprinkles> ::jumps back on D'Tarik's shoulder arming his gun::
D'Tarik> ::gives Rylan a dirty look:: It's na my zombie....well could be, but I highly doubt it.
Rylan> ::draws his disruptor and waits for the others to get ready::
Vyynd> :: straightens his hair and outfit, looking around he notices the Officer and snaps to attention in full salute ::
Rhagarokk> Keep working on ninte cure, D'Tarik, we'll handle this. ::turns to Vynnd:: At ease, but get ninte weapon ready...
D'Tarik> Ie rekkhai. ::crouches down and starts to check over Llunih with all kinds of medical scanners and such::
Vyynd> ::bows and picks up his rifle :: Rekkhai, this is my last spare charge. ::loads his weapon and stumbles over toward the door::
Rylan> ::shakes head at Vynnd then shrugs and opens the door, ready to blast the Zombie::
The door flies open, and the armed individuals surround the Zombie. The creature comes up to a sitting position, his empty eye sockets glow with an eerie yellow light across the door as he scans his surroundings.
Rhagarokk> Do na move, or we will fire. ::sword in one hand, scanner in the other::
Rylan> ::raises a brow at the 'yellow-lights', but calmly waits for the order to fire::
Zombie> :looks up, not showing any comprehension, but does not move::
Rhagarokk> Do au understand? We will destroy au. ::keeps glancing at his sensor readings::
Vyynd> :: attempts to shake off his massive hangover but keeps his rifle aimed in the zombie's general direction ::
Rylan>::notices the uniform with the sub-colonel pip, and whispers to Vyynd:: One of ninte branch....
Sub-colonel Zombie> ::raises his bandaged hands and rubs the top of his head. a garbled voice comes out, but it is not understandable::
Vyynd> :: nods a bit :: Apparently....but what was he doing here? :: looks around to everyone briefly ::
Rhagarokk> Good question. ::attempting to decipher the speech::
SCZombie> ::'eyes' come to rest on Vyynd. Just stares...::
Vyynd> :: attempts to focus on the zombie but can't seem to ::
Rylan> ::still watching the zombie:: Seems to like au Vyynd....talk to it... try and find out what it wants.
SCZombie> ::the hint of a smile can be seen behind the scarf/bandage that clings to his face and neck::
Vyynd> :: whispers to Rylan :: ....Have anything for my hangover first?
Rhagarokk> ::starts to fiddle more with his device:: If I can generate a positive particle wave it might disrupt the negative planar hold on it...
Rylan> ::smirks then whispers back:: Maybe D'Tarik does...I need something for that myself..
Vyynd> :: ignores the Senator's speech for the better of his own cranium. Cringes at Rylan's words and wipes his eyes some more :: ....I'll cope with the hangover.....
Rylan> ::to the Senator:: Au can make it speak, is what au'rh saying?
Rhagarokk> ::pressing buttons frantically:: Na, I can kill it... ::the tricorder makes a beeping sound:: Oh dear. ::chucks the tricorder off into the woods::
SCZombie> ::doesn't move. still stares at the other Agent::
Rylan> ::raises a brow and watches him throw the tricorder away:: We can kill it just fine, rekkhai. ::grins slightly::
Vyynd> ::stands up straighter and mildly salutes the zombie, then looks around nervously:: Ummm, Jolan'Tru.....Rekkhai...?
Rhagarokk> ::tries to look like everything is going according to plan:: Ie, I'd like to find out more about it... ::looks to Vynnd::
SCZombie> ::head tilts slowly and his scarf begins to wrinkle:: (rumble) vhhennn-janns...shhhall...be hellld! ::is enveloped in a blue field-- unmistakably a PSD:::
Rhagarokk> ::looking at Vynnd:: Ask it who this vengeance is against... ::jumps back at the activation of a personal shield:: Oh, perfect...
Vyynd> :: swallows and looks at the Senator out of the corner of his eye :: Na good.....any hypothesis that won't hurt my head?
Rhagarokk> Extra dimensional particles are bringing bodies back from the dead, and they go crazy as a result? I still need more data. The figure abruptly lifts off the ground, not under his own control as his feet are dangling, broken under his floating form.
Vyynd> Ummm, ie rekkhai..... :: returns his attention to the zombie and it's blue haze :: Errr, vengeance.......against whom? In return from what? ::steps back a few feet ::
Rylan> ::steps back and watches the zombie float:: What the Areinnye!?
Rhagarokk> ::whips sword around:: Na good... stand ready to fire.
In a deep baritone voice, devoid of all the harsh wrasp he had shown before, the figure speaks. But, as his mouth isn't moving, it would appear the message is not coming directly from him ....."My Name Is Azrael."
Rhagarokk> Psychokinetic manifestation...
Vyynd> ::trains his rifle on the levitating zombie ::
Rylan> ::still aiming the disruptor at the floating zombie, whispers to the Senator:: Anytime ninte ready with that order, rekkhai....
Azrael> ::continues to float, not so much ignoring the Rihannsu, but showing no signs of being worried about them. he waits for some reply to his declaration::
Rhagarokk> ::whispers to Rylan:: Na as long as it's talking... but stand ready. ::drawing himself to full height:: I am Senator tr'Rhagarokk of the Rihannsu Star Republic. State ninte intention in this place.
Azrael> ::his voice is slightly distorted a moment--as if several are trying to speak through him at once:: I am Azrael of the far reaches, reaver of souls, seeker of balance. I am here, at the wishes of this mortal, to bring order and seek justice.
Rhagarokk>::looks to the other two nervously:: What kind of... order and justice?
As the glowing defense field is moving the fabric that covers his body, the bandages on his hands are finally moved enough to see what lay below. Instead of delicate Rihannsu fingers, a set of splintered claws rest in their place
Azrael> I am here to reave the souls of those who have lost, and should not be here ::he pauses and lowers his head:: and relinquish the one who did this to me.
Rylan> ::quietly listens to the conversation between the Senator and the thing. notices the clawed hands and forces his own hand holding the disruptor to stop shaking::
Rhagarokk> ::muttering:: Why do they always have to be so bloody cryptic... ::speaking up:: Azrael, by order of the Temporal and Spacial Investigations division I demand au return to ninte own dimension immediately, or we will be forced to destroy au.
Vyynd> :: looks around rather painfully and rubs his eyes again :: I don't think he's going to like that....rekkhai :: looks around once more, finally gathering his composer and a bit more of his mental functions::
Azrael> ::pauses a moment, then chuckles rather loudly. his voice shifts slightly as he laughs, eventually becoming higher pitch and more distinctly Rihannsu::: ...So...an erie`Riov of the Galae thinks he can order an Agent of the Republic around does he? ::the Rihannsu sneers ::
Rhagarokk> ::looks definitively thrown off-guard::
Azrael> I have news for au khlee, Au is na of rank to give me such orders.
Vyynd> Ack....
Rylan> ::shrugs then asks the zombie pointedly:: Yeah, well au'rh dead now.....so there au are. Anyway...who did this to au? Who are au looking for?
Rhagarokk> ::turns to Rylan, and smiles a bit:: Ie, I'm fairly sure dying is grounds for removal of post and rank. ::turns back:: Now answer his questions.
Azrael> ::ignores the child:: As an order from the Biological research's regional supervisor, I formally demand *au* leave this area at once. I am on a mission at present-- to remove io such as au-- a Galae'verull. Do na tempt my hand to alter ninte fate.
Rylan> ::whispers to the Senator:: This is na going well....
Rhagarokk> ::scratches his head:: Na kidding... Biological regional supervisor? ::looks over to
Vynnd:: Any idea what he's talking about? Some Agency project?
Vyynd> :: shrugs and rubs his head :: Nothing comes to mind Rekkhai.....
Rhagarokk> Argh. ::turns back:: Apparently, "Azrael", the orders have changed, as my orders come from Galae command with consent from the Agency.
Azrael> ::chuckles, his voice skipping up and down--back and forth from controllers:: If au wish to stay alive, and in good light of the Agency, I would suggest au do na get in my way -- If au wish to 'follow' ninte Galae's orders, au may go to the castle for final reckoning ...::pauses::
Rhagarokk> Final reckoning?
Azrael shrieks and contorts suddenly- his PSD flashes out unstablely, and he is flung off over the tree line. The planet obliges the drama, and sends a lightning bolt down to silhouette the mountain at the same time. In the midnight air, the woods rustle and echo with the howls of the derisive man's psychotic laughter...
Rhagarokk> ::falls to the ground::
Vyynd> :: rubs his head :: Did *that* actually just happen?
Rylan> ::stares incredulously at what just happened, and shrugs at Vyynd's words:: Ie....I saw
it too ::casts a nervous glance to Vyynd:: and heard it as well...
Rhagarokk> ::pulls himself to his feet:: I know au two are just academy students but... I will need ninte help to stop whatever is going on here and to decipher this mystery.
Vyynd> :: shakes off his hangover as best he can and nods at the officer :: Ie, rekkhai....
Rylan> ::puts the disruptor away:: If au have an idea on what to do rekkhai...we'll help alright.
Rhagarokk> ::dusting himself off:: Well... as to what to do, I think the biggest clue is this castle of final reckoning he was talking about... I think that's a good place to start.
Rylan>::nods:: Ie.... ::glances at the horizon:: Morning might be best for that, and that's na that far off.
Vyynd> :: turns and looks around, then back at Rylan :: Ie....I could use a little more rest as well.....
Rhagarokk> Agreed. ::sheaths his kaleh and trudges back towards the cabin, muttering:: Zombies, Werewolves, and Demons I can handle, but the Agency? I can't believe I took this job...
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