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Side Sim - The Depths of Time: Seven Swords Sequel

Posted Nov. 15, 2021, 9:50 p.m. by Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Ian Kerby)

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Stark took in the angles of fire from the archers and the numbers they faced and silently wished that S’Raal, T’Pon and Michail would show up. If he was surprised by the being expecting him he didn’t show it.

“Kahless, I presume?”

The creature chuckled, deep and low. “I have many names but that one will suffice for now”.

Stark strode forward until he was at the base of the dias finding it gratifying that the archers followed his movement, that at least would give them a chance if fighting broke out. Any team of archers with a speck of imagination would have separated their firing angles over the whole group. This lot worked more like a pack of unimaginative robots, much easier to deal with.

“What about the name Adonis, does that ring a bell”. Stark exulted in the split second flinch in those dark eyes towering above him. He had suspected when Kahless had been named demon that he was dealing with the mirror version of his old shapeshifting nemesis. “So you have been waiting for my arrival with a view towards ending me before it begins”.

“Kahless” snarled slightly and pointed to the bat’leth, “I have the one sword but I’m more than happy to take Skotos from your dying hand. We have been aware of your travels to date. This is my universe, you triumphed in your own but you won’t here”.

Stark smiled languidly and circled the dias to his right putting the line of the archers on a direct tangent to Kahless. One moment of hesitation from the archers was all he needed, fear of hitting their leader would play into his paws. His new position also afforded him a corner eye view of what everyone else was doing.

“By all means keep talking Adonis, you’ve already let slip that you are not alone here and have allies. I mean to take that sword off the wall there and place it in the hands of the Chosen, save your self some trouble and hand it over”. Stark’s whole being looked relaxed, flexible, insouciant but in his core he was locking tendons and setting muscles for his next move. What Adonis/Kahless said next would determine whether people would start dying…

Stark Nightstalker CIO
OOC Just to note two things, I’m happy for people to take direct action, this is meant to be fun for you too :-) Also, the symbiotic swords will settle on the type of weapon that suits your fighting style so even though I’ll describe them as we go, feel free to make them in whatever image suits your story style. To fill you in from the last adventure, Adonis is a genetically enhanced shape shifter with Heleen DNA, very tricky, very dangerous, a worthy foe.

Orvos’s adrenaline began pumping. His heart was racing, and it wasn’t necessarily due to Marishka this time. A fight was about to ensue whether he liked it or not. He could feel the tension in the atmosphere. He looked to each of his comrades, noting their positions as he readied strategies in his mind. He could defend with a sword, but his drone would certainly come in handy. He kept his composure though, hands behind his back as he stood straight up. Behind him, his fingers hovered on the activation button of his drone. He would use his shield device when it was absolutely necessary.

He stood there, a broad smug grin plastered across his face, his silent confidence meant to ooze into the surroundings.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

Marishka felt rooted to the spot but, in her mind, she was attacking the abomination on the throne that was like no Kahless she had ever imagined. Her father’s court had so many legends told of him that she would have known his image anywhere. Of course this was an alternate universe so, naturally, this had to fit somehow.

  • Marishka

Suddenly from the back of the room a voice spoke out as a golden-haired figure hove into view. The archers swivelled to him as he spoke. “Dishonor! This is not Kahless, this is an imposter!” S’Raal strode forward his eyes intent.

The quiet voice of Michail spoke through Orvos’ drone as S’Raal caused a distraction. “Any chance you can configure this thing to give a burst of good old fashioned electricity. If we’re right it’ll disrupt the shapeshifter long enough for us to even the odds here”.

S’Raal Cran Moonshadow and Michail

Orvos, without putting too much questioning to it, immediately went to work on his wrist device. If the feature still worked, if the drone were to get close enough, a taser like device would be able to shoot out from it’s underbelly. But he hadn’t touched it in years, so there was no telling. He primed it from his wrist as the drone itself moved in closer.

As the archers swung toward S’Raal, Marishka slipped closer the the abomination on the dais, choosing the opposite side she had seen Stark going.

  • Marishka

Stark knew that the time was right, with a scream designed to distract the archers he struck out at “Kahless” hoping to give Marishka time to snatch the sword on the wall behind the abomination. A huge arm swung to smack Stark into the wall and rather than dodging it Stark used it as leverage and momentum to run up the wall and flip over raking his claws along the back and shoulders of his foe as he landed in front of “Kahless” drawing Skotos from within his dark furred body and into his paw.

Above the archers were in confusion and S’Raal took out the first within seconds, below Michail appeared from the shadows and ran at the warriors who were about to swarm over Stark’s unprotected back.

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Marishka still felt that this was, somehow, too easy. Perhaps the hard part came later. She seemed drawn to the sword on the wall as if it was her reason for existing at that moment in time. Somehow a part of her knew everything else that was going on around her. She should be with the others, she should be defending Stark, helping S’Raal, anything. But the sword needed her and she needed it. She could feel it calling, singing to her as she reached out to take hold of it.

  • Marishka

As contact was made with the sword it sang throughout her being with a crystalline hum that set her entire body afire with it’s vibration. A blast of air shot out throughout the room as destiny was manifested in a powerful energy release.

Orvos gave the mental order. The drone swung out from behind ‘Kahless’, reared it’s underbelly up and launched two pins, risking being yanked to and fro.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

The blast shot through “Kahless” body and within seconds another being stood in it’s place. A woman with dark raven hair and alabaster skin, beautiful beyond what seemed normal to the eye.

Skotos sang her own song to welcome Iw’bah, sword of blood and fire.

The Klingons looked around in confusion not knowing what was happening until most of them became fixated on the woman holding their sword of power.

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Marishka barely registered the change to the being that was Kahless. She was concentrating on the song in her soul and in the sword in her hands. She pulled it from it’s place on the wall and held it. If this one was truly hers, Stark had made it very clear what should happen next but, was there time for Marishka to pierce her own heart amidst the battle imminent around her. She listened more closely to the sword seeking an answer.

  • Marishka

The song of the sword filled her mind and she became preternaturally aware of all around her. “Join with me now” the word was overwritten with a crystalline edge of longing and power.

Orvos watched, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before his eyes. A beeping sound suddenly resounded in his mind as the device attached to his temple relayed the warning of tension in the drone’s electric cords reaching their maximum tension limits. “Can’t hold this forever,” he announced with some strain as he mentally pushed the drone past it’s normal limits.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

Adonis pulled out the pins that were shocking her and abandoning all pretence flowed into the form of Fek’lhr, Guardian of Grethor. The Klingons reeled in shock as the thing that had been their leader launched an attack on Marishka.

A blur in black arrived at the downswing of the creatures claws and sparks flew off Skotos as Stark hissed defiance. His arms began to tremble under the strain.

Stark Nightstalker

S’Raal launched himself at the archers above keeping them busy through the simple expedient use of his claws across their heads as he literally ran across them like a cat through tree branches. He left a howling wake in his path. The warriors below were still hesitant but they were gripping their weapons tighter.

S’Raal Cran Moonshadow

Marishka held the sword tightly in her right hand and clawed at the ill fitting armor with her left. If Iw’bah wanted her heart, it would have it.

Exposing her breasts and turning the sword, she plunged it deep without a second thought. Her voice rose to a crescendo, part scream, cry, and growl as she joined with the sword.

  • Marishka

Time stood still as the silicon based life form poured through the wound in her heart into her blood stream and traversed the highways and byways of her body connecting to everything. A warm glow made the pain subside as Iw’bah repaired the damage and oozed out of her hand forming the sword that had chosen Marishka as an ally.

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Everything flowed through Marishka. Before it settled she felt like a crystal about to shatter into a million pieces. Then the pain did subside into the warmest most complete glow she had ever felt.

Sighing, she rose from the floor and turned to the abomination. The sword, which had become an extension of herself, was not a batleth that one might expect. It was a chain sword she had become accustomed to using and she was ready to face this creature.

In one lightning maneuver, she whipped the sword across it’s face more to get it’s attention than anything else. From somewhere deep within her, Marishka spoke with the voice of ten thousand angry suns.

“You will leave him alone.”

  • Marishka

The blow and the voice combined were enough to stagger Adonis allowing Stark a moment to slip out of the impending downwards blow he was facing. Adonis spun to face the new threat.

The Klingons were electrified by what they had just seen. The sword of Kahless had chosen a new champion, one which they must bow to and obey. Some dropped to their knee in homage. Some trained their weapons on Adonis now.

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Orvos gave the drone a return home order as he watched the scene unfold. Seeing Stark and Skotos in action was quite an event. However seeing Marishka with Iw’bah was mesmerizing. He watched as the scene morphed before his eyes. He kept one hand at the ready on his shield wrist device as a grin appeared on his features. “Uh-oh, looks like the tide has changed for you!” he hollered to Adonis. “What do you say? How does surrender sound? We’ve got you surrounded after all.”

Yes, he was being smug, but he relished the confidence he had in Stark and Marishka.

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

Iw’bah and Marishka seemed to be of one mind, at least where this creature was concerned. She moved like a dancer in front of Adonis, the chain sword weaving a tapestry of impending doom, slashing and slicing through the air, trying to connect with flesh and tear at the creature apart.

  • Marishka

Adonis sneered at Orvos’ words but it was obvious that Marishka and Iw’bah had her on the back foot. Stark wasn’t about to break Marishka’s rhythm by getting in range but he was slowly angling around the dais looking for an opportunity to put Skotos somewhere painful.

Adonis suddenly threw herself down on the floor and released a globe of glass that exploded sending a flat shockwave that staggered the three. There was the sound of shattering glass as Adonis rolled and dove out of a window.

Stark looked up his eyes still stinging. He ran to the window and came back with a disgusted look on his face muttering words of fury at her escape.

Looking at Marishka he grinned, “Well that was fun while it lasted, pretty sure I saw a few tango and rhumba moves in that repertoire of yours”.

Turning around they realised that the Klingon’s had clenched fists to their chests and were awaiting their Queen’s direction.

Stark Nightstalker

Marishka roared. For a fleeting instant she sensed defeat as the creature leapt out the window but then, her focus shifted back to the room. She saw Stark, Orvos, and all those Klingons. For a few seconds there was silence as she took in the scene. Raising her right hand she pointed at the window.

“After it! Don’t let it escape! Find it and kill it!” she commanded.

  • Marishka

The Klingon’s rushed to do her bidding but they all headed the other way, away from the window.

Orvos pulled his hand away from his wrist device and strode forward. “So do we chase it? Or do we move on to the next sword? Or is there anyone else we’ll be expecting to join us along the way?”

-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

Stark motioned to the window, “100-foot vertical drop, one of the advantages of shapeshifting is wings”. He looked around for a second and then continued, “Nicely done and with a minimum of bloodshed. I’m not sure what the next move is, chasing her will be fruitless but she might have left some clues here in the castle.” He pointed to the drone, “Is that thing capable of finding hidden doors?”

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