Post by ROss on Sept 17, 2004 15:47:51 GMT -5
He awakes to find himself back in the cell he had destroyed, but it could not he had completely annihilated the room there was no was in hell that they could have repaired it so quickly.
He looked across to see a bundle on the floor, the moved over to it, it was another uniform. As he put it on he noticed it was almost exactly the same as his old one, almost. But this one had gold trim not red, the arms were already removed, but more importantly the symbol was different, it was like the regular empire symbol but in gold, but also it had the republic symbol mixed in. Above he heard the all too familiar noise of the platform emerging from the wall. Hurriedly he put on the remainder of the uniform, and darted to the back wall, to see the Major on the platform. Too busy looking upward thinking of a new put down for the Major, he had neglected to notice the door in front of him opening and a man enter. JX was drew breath and was just about to yell some think too rude to be said pre-watershed, when the man coughed.
“JX”
Startled JX, tried to retract the air already on route from his lungs. Coughing and spluttering he stand up straight trying to force out some words.
“Who. (Cough, cough, cough) who are you?”
“I am Corneal Newlands, commander of this establishment. Please come with me.” He led JX out of the cell into a small brightly lit cube like room only 6 feet wide and 6 feet long. The door slid shut be hind him, the corneal walked to the far wall, turned back to the wall and pushed a small red button on the wall by his right hand. Suddenly, straps shot out of the wall pulling the Corneal tight towards it.
“Corneal Newlands Quarters” commanded the Corneal
“You might want to hold onto some thing.” He continued.
JX looked round for some thing to grab, expecting to teleport or some thing of that nature, he has learned that in this place you can’t even trust the walls. Then with out warning the floor opened and JX floated for a second then, bang, the roof of the small room slams down on JX’s body. The floor hadn’t disappeared at all, the room had shot downward. The acceleration of the room kept JX pinned to the ceiling. Then Bang the room stopped and JX flew plummeted the floor. He got up to his knees, just as the room shot to the left, throwing JX to the right hand wall, again pinned by the acceleration, until the room came to a dead stop. As the flopped to the floor, the door slid open. The Corneal pressed the button which was now green. The straps flew back into the wall and he stepped over to JX and offered his hand to aid his accent.
“Sorry about that I thought you would have been familiar with turbo lifts.”
“Well obviously not. They don’t have many of them out on the battle field.” Replied JX sarcastically, and he got to his feet.
“Welcome to my office” said the Corneal as he walked in to the bright room. JX followed. He entered the room, and was struck with awe. It was at least twice the size of his cell; the walls were lined with rows upon rows of books in book cases made of antique redwood. The floor was highly polished mahogany. At the end of the room was a massive vid-screen, at the other was an enormous tapestry draped from the ceiling to just above the door. The tapestry almost glowed, weaved from silk and displaying the symbol, emblazon across his back. JX walked up to his large dark wood desk,
“Please, have a seat.” offered the Corneal.
“So where is princess pretty pants?” Replied JX as he lowered himself into the plush leather chair.
“If you mean Major Valenti, then he has transferred to team Omega, to develop new zoids for the Royal guard.”
“The Royal guard, I thought he hated those guys, I don’t think he would willingly work for them.”
“Well he did once, and he is again, well no that he had a say in the decision this time.”
“What do you mean, ‘he did once’, General?”
“Well he was once a member off the guard. But he was removed after the Zi planetary peace conference fiasco.”
“What happened there?”
“Well, he was the hottest rookie to come out of the pilot excellence academy, yes he was very promising, he had a rare talent. You would have though all his birthdays had come at once when he heard he had been selected for the Royal guard. He worked his way up the ranks, and became second in command, and earning the right to pilot the zaber fang dominator, which was the predecessor to the nexus liger, their top zoid. But I’m going a little off topic. Anyway, he was assigned to protect the main representative of the republic. It was a sign of good faith, out top men protected their reps, and theirs protected ours. All he had to do was escort him from the landing sight of the whale king to the conference. But four miles out side the city, they were attacked by some vigilante members of our forces. So he did his duty and charged into battle to defend his convoy. A fire fight followed in which, he destroyed the attacker, but some rogue rounds from his cannon, blew up the whole convoy. Well that’s what we told him. The Royal guard operated an internal justice system, where the highest ranked pilots in the guard are the judge, and the lawyers, and the rest of the guard are the jury. After reviewing the footage and information stored in the dominator’s battle log, they ruled that his piloting was reckless, the expenditure of ammunition was far too much and the loss of your VIP was actions were unbefitting of a member of the guard. His defender pleaded with the jury to spare the death penalty. Valenti, was stripped of his Royal colours, de-ranked to sergeant, banned from ever piloting a zoid again and served a year in the brig. He has wor…”
“Wait whoa, whoa, what do you mean that’s what you told him, why wasn’t it the truth?”
“Not exactly, some round of his did hit the convoy, but no where near enough to destroy any of the vehicles.”
“So what the hell happened?”
“Well, our agency had a hand in the events.”
“And just what is ‘our’ agency, and what did you do?”
“Our agency does not exist outside of this complex, the only people who know of our existence are either in this facility or………” tells the Corneal. Mid word he pauses.
“Or what?”
“Dead. When you join our ranks it is for life, either you work for us until you earn a high enough position for you to leave and live in our retirement village, or we must take you out.”
“So what exactly do we do?”
“Basically, we do what ever we can to keep this war from ending. We are neither, republic or empire, we are the real dominant power on Zi, we sculpt and mould both sides, and manipulating each and every tactical move and strike they make, to make them weaken each others side, while at the same time they develop more and more powerful zoids. We have secretly been amassing a huge arsenal of zoids some of which neither side have as we have combined designs we have been ‘borrowed’ by the operatives we have planted in each organisation. We use our operatives to monitor the situation on both sides of the feud and when necessary, they step in and direct them towards our main objective. But when their interference fails, that is when we take a more direct course of action. In that case we utilise one of our soldiers, like you. Well they aren’t exactly like you, I that they are one hundred percent human. We select the best of the best, we look for soldiers with battle experience, brilliant skill and that spark of genius that make them good enough to pilot for us. First we bring them here and offer our proposition them, if they accept, we fake their death and ingratiate them into our ranks, it they refuse we don’t fake their death, if you get my drift.
“Oh yeah I get it”
He looked across to see a bundle on the floor, the moved over to it, it was another uniform. As he put it on he noticed it was almost exactly the same as his old one, almost. But this one had gold trim not red, the arms were already removed, but more importantly the symbol was different, it was like the regular empire symbol but in gold, but also it had the republic symbol mixed in. Above he heard the all too familiar noise of the platform emerging from the wall. Hurriedly he put on the remainder of the uniform, and darted to the back wall, to see the Major on the platform. Too busy looking upward thinking of a new put down for the Major, he had neglected to notice the door in front of him opening and a man enter. JX was drew breath and was just about to yell some think too rude to be said pre-watershed, when the man coughed.
“JX”
Startled JX, tried to retract the air already on route from his lungs. Coughing and spluttering he stand up straight trying to force out some words.
“Who. (Cough, cough, cough) who are you?”
“I am Corneal Newlands, commander of this establishment. Please come with me.” He led JX out of the cell into a small brightly lit cube like room only 6 feet wide and 6 feet long. The door slid shut be hind him, the corneal walked to the far wall, turned back to the wall and pushed a small red button on the wall by his right hand. Suddenly, straps shot out of the wall pulling the Corneal tight towards it.
“Corneal Newlands Quarters” commanded the Corneal
“You might want to hold onto some thing.” He continued.
JX looked round for some thing to grab, expecting to teleport or some thing of that nature, he has learned that in this place you can’t even trust the walls. Then with out warning the floor opened and JX floated for a second then, bang, the roof of the small room slams down on JX’s body. The floor hadn’t disappeared at all, the room had shot downward. The acceleration of the room kept JX pinned to the ceiling. Then Bang the room stopped and JX flew plummeted the floor. He got up to his knees, just as the room shot to the left, throwing JX to the right hand wall, again pinned by the acceleration, until the room came to a dead stop. As the flopped to the floor, the door slid open. The Corneal pressed the button which was now green. The straps flew back into the wall and he stepped over to JX and offered his hand to aid his accent.
“Sorry about that I thought you would have been familiar with turbo lifts.”
“Well obviously not. They don’t have many of them out on the battle field.” Replied JX sarcastically, and he got to his feet.
“Welcome to my office” said the Corneal as he walked in to the bright room. JX followed. He entered the room, and was struck with awe. It was at least twice the size of his cell; the walls were lined with rows upon rows of books in book cases made of antique redwood. The floor was highly polished mahogany. At the end of the room was a massive vid-screen, at the other was an enormous tapestry draped from the ceiling to just above the door. The tapestry almost glowed, weaved from silk and displaying the symbol, emblazon across his back. JX walked up to his large dark wood desk,
“Please, have a seat.” offered the Corneal.
“So where is princess pretty pants?” Replied JX as he lowered himself into the plush leather chair.
“If you mean Major Valenti, then he has transferred to team Omega, to develop new zoids for the Royal guard.”
“The Royal guard, I thought he hated those guys, I don’t think he would willingly work for them.”
“Well he did once, and he is again, well no that he had a say in the decision this time.”
“What do you mean, ‘he did once’, General?”
“Well he was once a member off the guard. But he was removed after the Zi planetary peace conference fiasco.”
“What happened there?”
“Well, he was the hottest rookie to come out of the pilot excellence academy, yes he was very promising, he had a rare talent. You would have though all his birthdays had come at once when he heard he had been selected for the Royal guard. He worked his way up the ranks, and became second in command, and earning the right to pilot the zaber fang dominator, which was the predecessor to the nexus liger, their top zoid. But I’m going a little off topic. Anyway, he was assigned to protect the main representative of the republic. It was a sign of good faith, out top men protected their reps, and theirs protected ours. All he had to do was escort him from the landing sight of the whale king to the conference. But four miles out side the city, they were attacked by some vigilante members of our forces. So he did his duty and charged into battle to defend his convoy. A fire fight followed in which, he destroyed the attacker, but some rogue rounds from his cannon, blew up the whole convoy. Well that’s what we told him. The Royal guard operated an internal justice system, where the highest ranked pilots in the guard are the judge, and the lawyers, and the rest of the guard are the jury. After reviewing the footage and information stored in the dominator’s battle log, they ruled that his piloting was reckless, the expenditure of ammunition was far too much and the loss of your VIP was actions were unbefitting of a member of the guard. His defender pleaded with the jury to spare the death penalty. Valenti, was stripped of his Royal colours, de-ranked to sergeant, banned from ever piloting a zoid again and served a year in the brig. He has wor…”
“Wait whoa, whoa, what do you mean that’s what you told him, why wasn’t it the truth?”
“Not exactly, some round of his did hit the convoy, but no where near enough to destroy any of the vehicles.”
“So what the hell happened?”
“Well, our agency had a hand in the events.”
“And just what is ‘our’ agency, and what did you do?”
“Our agency does not exist outside of this complex, the only people who know of our existence are either in this facility or………” tells the Corneal. Mid word he pauses.
“Or what?”
“Dead. When you join our ranks it is for life, either you work for us until you earn a high enough position for you to leave and live in our retirement village, or we must take you out.”
“So what exactly do we do?”
“Basically, we do what ever we can to keep this war from ending. We are neither, republic or empire, we are the real dominant power on Zi, we sculpt and mould both sides, and manipulating each and every tactical move and strike they make, to make them weaken each others side, while at the same time they develop more and more powerful zoids. We have secretly been amassing a huge arsenal of zoids some of which neither side have as we have combined designs we have been ‘borrowed’ by the operatives we have planted in each organisation. We use our operatives to monitor the situation on both sides of the feud and when necessary, they step in and direct them towards our main objective. But when their interference fails, that is when we take a more direct course of action. In that case we utilise one of our soldiers, like you. Well they aren’t exactly like you, I that they are one hundred percent human. We select the best of the best, we look for soldiers with battle experience, brilliant skill and that spark of genius that make them good enough to pilot for us. First we bring them here and offer our proposition them, if they accept, we fake their death and ingratiate them into our ranks, it they refuse we don’t fake their death, if you get my drift.
“Oh yeah I get it”
