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05-30-2013, 09:12 AM
Jacob sits in his quarters. He hears the noise but won't acknowledge it.

Jacob gets up and walks to the bridge where a group of prometheans are at there stations.

Promethean: sir what are your orders.

Jacob: set course for jehrico 7 we will talk with the UNSC command.

Promethean: yes sir.
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05-30-2013, 11:15 AM
*The Forge. The Forge is a pitch black void. Drazaak is leading Sam into a portal, before emerging on a planet: Colsaar. They walk through streets full of homeless and the diseased and starved. Sam looks to Drazaak, shock on her face. Drazaak's expression remains the same.*

Drazaak: This is Colsaar; a planet in what you call the Andromeda Galaxy. What you're seeing happened 50 Billion years ago. Colsaar was a part of an Empire which spanned the Galaxy. In the Empire's first 2,000 years it prospered, but, like all societies which stand for long periods of time, they became decadent. Corruption took hold. Soon, the Talmonians' Empire became a beacon of corruption and injustice, where millions died at the hands of murderers who had bought the closed tongues of bureaucrats and politicians every day.

One day, we realised that they could spread elsewhere, into other Galaxies. Life had to begin anew here.

So, we allowed this Galaxy to begin anew.

Sam: What do you mean?

Drazaak: When a society becomes decadent like this, it must crumble so that new ones may take its place, and the cycle begins again.

There are no more Colsaarans, no more Talmonians... no more.

The cycle repeated itself, however. New Civilisations rose up, became decadent to this point , and we restarted the cycle, again. And again... and again. Eventually, we tired of the endless folly - it was pointless! Why make way for new life when they will become as decadent as this and make the same mistakes all over again?!

So, we took control. No more civilisations became corrupt. No more innocents died at the hands of murderers and bureaucrats too afraid or too wealthy to speak out. We purged them from society.

Sam: And?

Drazaak: And they prospered. But, now... now...

*A red light surrounds them as they appear on present day Colsaara, where Andromeda Denizens are roaming a vast metropolis with Federation citizens.*

Now... your Federation has spread their disease into Andromeda. Now, all our work is being unravelled! NOW...

*They hear a phaser blast, and a man drops dead in public.*

Now... innocents die at the hands of murderers... and bureaucrats too afraid to speak out.

Because of your people, we are too weak to stop it. Our master is dead... and I am left to lead us in his place. But, soon we will be strong enough to cure this Galaxy and yours of their foul disease.

Sam: You mean purge them, don't you? Rid the Galaxy of them until there's nothing left?

Drazaak: You do not understand. You step on an ant hill and you kill a few ants, but the next generation comes back even stronger, building on top of their predecessors failure.

Rome, the Great Fire of London, the fall of Sela - these are all examples of when a Society has crumbled, but returned even stronger and greater on the ruins of what came before.

Sam: You kill the weeds so only flowers can grow.

Drazaak: Precisely.

*The return to the forge.*

Now, you understand.

Sam: How does this help me save my Sister?

*Drazaak smiles, before walking around her, wondering.*

Drazaak: Before you can give life, you must first understand it; its flaws, its truths, its cycle. Life is an endless cycle of pain, suffering, and decadence. We wish to end that cycle - to put an end to the decadence and take control, eliminating the corruption and injustice buried in every society, so that it may prosper for eternity.

Sam: But the scale on which you'd have to do it to ours would mean exterminating almost all...

Drazaak: All must be sacrificed, if some are to be saved. You understand that, don't you?

*She looks at him, seeing the coldness in his ironically red eyes before hanging her head.*

Sam: Yes.

Drazaak: It is rare that we find someone who understands us as you do.

With Duras, we had to offer him power for him to aid our goals, but you... you'd do this for the simple matter of a single life, and because you understand. That understanding will save lives.

*He walks towards another portal.*

Come.

*Sam follows him. They pass through the portal and enter the Shadow Council Chamber.*

For eons, this has been where we have met to bring in new members of our order. This is where Soval and Duras became hosts for our people, but you...

*He looks to Sam, curiosity now present on his face, the first sign of emotion he's facially shown since he found her.*

You already have something within you, don't you?

*Her eyes glow white slightly.*

Yes... I can feel it. You are the one we have waited eons to find.

Sam: What do you mean?

Drazaak: From the ashes of Armageddon, the Chosen One shall dim the flames, and Midgaard shall enter a wondrous New Age.

You are the one we have searched for, the one who shall finally bring peace.

Sam: Then why the wars with the Guardians?

Drazaak: The Guardians are naive! The sit and watch in their Veil, allowing this to go on, sworn not to interfere! But, when we try to save their people, they cast us out and battle us until neither side can fight anymore! We rebuild, as do they, and in the cold of peace we try to make them understand while they try to bring us to their level of foolishness, until the battle begins again.

But, now...

*He rests a hand on Sam's shoulder.*

Now, with your help, we'll finally be able to fulfil our mission.

Sam: How?

Drazaak: Samantha, the power is inside of you, we just need to teach you how to tap it. Normally, we'd teach you when we inhabited your minds, but that's not an option. Your inner power protects you, it is your Guardian. In the end, neither side can teach you or taint you. It will not allow us.

Sam: That's why I attacked T'mar 6 years ago. Her Guardian safety program--

Drazaak: It almost invaded your mind. Your guardian forced her out and took brief control of your body, to protect you.

You can control it. You merely need to know how. Then, you can save your sister.

*OOC: Opinions? Anyone?*
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# 7253
05-30-2013, 01:19 PM
Ryan I like it alot.
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05-30-2013, 02:44 PM
Terrace stands with cole in his ready room as they both take a glass of ale and take a drink. Each one stands in silence thinking of all that has been lost
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# 7255
05-30-2013, 04:00 PM
*Alternate 2531. Drake stands in a Medical Bay as a Doctor is checking over Tara.*

Drake: Well, Doctor?

Doctor: She's in perfect health. Slight bruising from when she attempted to escape, but a Tissue Regenerator quickly repaired that.

Drake: Thank you. The tests?

Doctor: I'll have the results shortly.

Drake: Very well. You may leave.

*The Doctor nods and walks into his office. Drake walks over and leans on the console near Tara's Bio-Bed.*

Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Tara: What do you want with me?

Drake: Believe me my dear, we have only your best interest at heart. The tests are for your own well-being.

How do you feel?

Tara: Fine... I guess.

Drake: No doubt still adapting to the lack of noise.

Everyone on this ship has been trained to resist telepathy. It... complicates matters in our work.

Tara: Who are you?

Drake: I told you. My name is Franklin Drake. I represent Section 31, an Organisation dedicated to the defence of Earth and, through Earth, the Republic.

Tara: I've never heard of you.

Drake: Officially, Section 31 doesn't exist. Even this ship can't be traced back to any base, shipyard, or drydock anywhere in the Galaxy.

Tara: You couldn't have done all this alone.

Drake: Of course not. There are some within the Military and Government who know of our existence. Only a very select few oppose us, your father being one of them.

The Obsidian is one of a kind. She has a Phase Cloak that is completely impenetrable, a Fold-Space Drive that can jump across the Galaxy in one jump, weapons that rival even the Freedom-Class, and scanners that could tell you even if a particle of cloaked dust comes within 500m of us. Obviously there are filters to keep us panicking over a piece of stellar matter.

We have files on every citizen in the Republic, Klingon Empire, Dominion and Virgo Empire, including you.

Not even the Tal Shiar can successfully hide information from us.

Tara: So why abduct me?

Drake: Your New-Type abilities are weaker than your father's, correct?

Tara: Yeah, so?

Drake: So, I don't believe your powers have really reduced.

What very, very few people know, is that your Great-Great-Great Grandfather, Ryan Allington, was trained as a member of an order called the Veil Guardians. What even fewer know is that the change was also genetic, to some degree, until it hit an unexpected temporal road bump.

Something that this was all culminating to failed to occur. Why? We don't know. As a result, instead of culminating into something unique in your mother, the power dispersed, giving her cellular degeneration, as you know, so she'll die within the next 40 years.

But, what almost no-one knows, is that the remaining power was passed down to you. Combined with your New-Type abilities, you have more power than even I can fathom.

Or at least, that's my theory.

Tara: Theory?

Drake: The Doctor's tests will confirm my suspicions, I hope. In the meantime, you must be hungry.

Come on, I'll show you to your quarters.

Tara: Guess I better get used to them. *She stands up.*

Drake: Not at all. You're free to move around the ship at your leisure, with a few exceptions. Namely; Engineering and the Bridge.

*He leads her out of Sickbay and through the corridors. Section 31 Operatives are roaming the corridors, nodding to Drake as they pass.*

Operative: Director.

*They eventually come to a door, which Drake opens and leads Tara inside. The Quarters are modest, to say the least. There's a bed, food replicator and computer terminal.*

Drake: It's not anything like your Quarters on the Freedom, but we don't usually take aboard civilians. The Lock code is 7-7-5-A. If you need anything, ask for Agent Hill. She'll handle anything you require.

*Drake walks out. He walks into Sickbay again and into the Doctor's Office.*

Well, Doctor?

Doctor: You'd better take a look at this, sir.

*Drake walks over to the screen, looking in awe at the data. He was right. More than he imagined.*

Drake: Security, bring Stane down here. Now.

Security *Over comm*: Yes sir.

*Within minutes, a Security Officer escorts Stane into Sickbay. They lead him into the Doctor's Office.*

Voice *Over comm*: Sir, the Freedom is following us just beyond normal scanner range.

Drake: Allen's trying to tail us with his telepathy. Jam him.

Voice *Over comm*: Any particular intensity.

Drake: You know I don't micro-manage.

*Drake turns his attention to Stane, who has just been escorted into the Office.

R.S.S. Freedom, Bridge. James feels a sharp pain as his Telepathy is jammed. He can still hear everyone on the Freedom, but can't track Tara anymore.*
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# 7256
05-30-2013, 05:54 PM
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Ramez *dark sarcasm*: The fact that you're allied with the people who kidnapped him and tried to kill his crew may have had something to do with it.

*Normal* What is this Gateway? It'll be hard to find it if we don't know what it is or what it looks like.
Adejca: I am only looking after my people making sure of their right to live, your kind however do not seem to look past what occured. By the way Admiral if he had taken my offer those men and women would not have died today, not a single one. Plus we have no idea if you were the one that activated it...

The gateway will look very old and you will see temporal disturbances. Plus your men will start to see things that are not there and will become one of them.
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05-30-2013, 06:07 PM
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*Alternate 2531. Drake stands in a Medical Bay as a Doctor is checking over Tara.*

Drake: Well, Doctor?

Doctor: She's in perfect health. Slight bruising from when she attempted to escape, but a Tissue Regenerator quickly repaired that.

Drake: Thank you. The tests?

Doctor: I'll have the results shortly.

Drake: Very well. You may leave.

*The Doctor nods and walks into his office. Drake walks over and leans on the console near Tara's Bio-Bed.*

Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Tara: What do you want with me?

Drake: Believe me my dear, we have only your best interest at heart. The tests are for your own well-being.

How do you feel?

Tara: Fine... I guess.

Drake: No doubt still adapting to the lack of noise.

Everyone on this ship has been trained to resist telepathy. It... complicates matters in our work.

Tara: Who are you?

Drake: I told you. My name is Franklin Drake. I represent Section 31, an Organisation dedicated to the defence of Earth and, through Earth, the Republic.

Tara: I've never heard of you.

Drake: Officially, Section 31 doesn't exist. Even this ship can't be traced back to any base, shipyard, or drydock anywhere in the Galaxy.

Tara: You couldn't have done all this alone.

Drake: Of course not. There are some within the Military and Government who know of our existence. Only a very select few oppose us, your father being one of them.

The Obsidian is one of a kind. She has a Phase Cloak that is completely impenetrable, a Fold-Space Drive that can jump across the Galaxy in one jump, weapons that rival even the Freedom-Class, and scanners that could tell you even if a particle of cloaked dust comes within 500m of us. Obviously there are filters to keep us panicking over a piece of stellar matter.

We have files on every citizen in the Republic, Klingon Empire, Dominion and Virgo Empire, including you.

Not even the Tal Shiar can successfully hide information from us.

Tara: So why abduct me?

Drake: Your New-Type abilities are weaker than your father's, correct?

Tara: Yeah, so?

Drake: So, I don't believe your powers have really reduced.

What very, very few people know, is that your Great-Great-Great Grandfather, Ryan Allington, was trained as a member of an order called the Veil Guardians. What even fewer know is that the change was also genetic, to some degree, until it hit an unexpected temporal road bump.

Something that this was all culminating to failed to occur. Why? We don't know. As a result, instead of culminating into something unique in your mother, the power dispersed, giving her cellular degeneration, as you know, so she'll die within the next 40 years.

But, what almost no-one knows, is that the remaining power was passed down to you. Combined with your New-Type abilities, you have more power than even I can fathom.

Or at least, that's my theory.

Tara: Theory?

Drake: The Doctor's tests will confirm my suspicions, I hope. In the meantime, you must be hungry.

Come on, I'll show you to your quarters.

Tara: Guess I better get used to them. *She stands up.*

Drake: Not at all. You're free to move around the ship at your leisure, with a few exceptions. Namely; Engineering and the Bridge.

*He leads her out of Sickbay and through the corridors. Section 31 Operatives are roaming the corridors, nodding to Drake as they pass.*

Operative: Director.

*They eventually come to a door, which Drake opens and leads Tara inside. The Quarters are modest, to say the least. There's a bed, food replicator and computer terminal.*

Drake: It's not anything like your Quarters on the Freedom, but we don't usually take aboard civilians. The Lock code is 7-7-5-A. If you need anything, ask for Agent Hill. She'll handle anything you require.

*Drake walks out. He walks into Sickbay again and into the Doctor's Office.*

Well, Doctor?

Doctor: You'd better take a look at this, sir.

*Drake walks over to the screen, looking in awe at the data. He was right. More than he imagined.*

Drake: Security, bring Stane down here. Now.

Security *Over comm*: Yes sir.

*Within minutes, a Security Officer escorts Stane into Sickbay. They lead him into the Doctor's Office.*

Voice *Over comm*: Sir, the Freedom is following us just beyond normal scanner range.

Drake: Allen's trying to tail us with his telepathy. Jam him.

Voice *Over comm*: Any particular intensity.

Drake: You know I don't micro-manage.

*Drake turns his attention to Stane, who has just been escorted into the Office.

R.S.S. Freedom, Bridge. James feels a sharp pain as his Telepathy is jammed. He can still hear everyone on the Freedom, but can't track Tara anymore.*
*To himself*
James: Your a clever one Drake but not that clever. You can still be felt...

*Stane is standing before them.*

Stane: I assume that I was correct?
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05-30-2013, 06:39 PM
Jacob walks among the garden on the ship. The forerunners job is to protect life and uphold the mantle. That is now his duty as he now leads them. They will help the UNSC rebuild and advance it. But he feels somethin wrong. He cant place it but he can simply feel it. He then feels a presence enter the room.

Jacob: i thought you had things to do

Talmus: well lets say i feel the same thing you do and it concerns me greatly. we should speak to the others.
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05-30-2013, 11:05 PM
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Jacob walks among the garden on the ship. The forerunners job is to protect life and uphold the mantle. That is now his duty as he now leads them. They will help the UNSC rebuild and advance it. But he feels somethin wrong. He cant place it but he can simply feel it. He then feels a presence enter the room.

Jacob: i thought you had things to do

Talmus: well lets say i feel the same thing you do and it concerns me greatly. we should speak to the others.
Allen's essence: *to both Talmus and Jacob* Something dark is on the verge of being brought to continue its cycle... Even the veil's knowledge of these things is not very good.

*He forms a thinly veiled body in the image of his own that he once held. *

Talmus... Perhaps a conclave meeting with yourself, Jacob, Ryan, Siraga, and I even hate thinking about adding him to this...

Q...

*Elsewhere Dorman and his flagship USS Liberty arrives to meet with Ramez and the Vanguard that are not on assignment. *
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05-31-2013, 05:02 AM
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Adejca: I am only looking after my people making sure of their right to live, your kind however do not seem to look past what occured. By the way Admiral if he had taken my offer those men and women would not have died today, not a single one. Plus we have no idea if you were the one that activated it...

The gateway will look very old and you will see temporal disturbances. Plus your men will start to see things that are not there and will become one of them.
Ramez: Perhaps you should know more about the people you're working with, Adjeca. When the Synthesisers were created, they almost immediately went and held our Military Command hostage. Captain Allington and then-Commander Forrester played a major role in their rescue. We thought the Synthesisers had been destroyed, but they somehow survived and adapted to the subspace burst we used to defeat them the first time, because they attacked the Iconian Empire, 5 years ago. The Iconian Military Defence was on the verge of collapse when they came to the Republic, United Space Command, Romulan Empire and Klingon Empire for help. The Federation was, at the time, a Vassal State of the Iconians and was in no state to assist them.

The Synthesisers were mercilessly massacring Iconian Civilians while ransacking their worlds for all the raw materials they could find. We managed to negotiate a peace with the help of Starfleet Admiral Dorman, but it didn't last.

Several months ago, the Synthesisers allied themselves with the Borg, a race of cyber-organics who had been trying to assimilate us into their Collective for over a century. These Borg were different though - they're primary goal was revenge. These Borg were individuals led by DeSalle, who had been betrayed by the Federation Government 110 years ago. With the Borg, the Synthesisers planned to destroy Earth and every Republic-inhabited world.

Every time, we tried to reach a diplomatic solution. Their leadership refused. They believe that the Republic exists to destroy them, and won't rest until they have destroyed us. That is why we have to keep them contained in the Lanco System, for protection.

Just as they have the right to survive, so too do we have the right to protect ourselves. Their leader was in a position where they might learn our most precious military secrets and negate our only defence against them - our weapons. We were launching a pre-emptive strike.

We do not want a war, Adjeca. They do. Or, rather, she does.

Voice *Over comm*: Bridge to Admiral Ramez.

Ramez: I gave orders that we weren't to be disturbed.

Voice *Over comm*: Sorry sir, but the I.C.S. Dor'kat'a has reported in. THe Republic's on her way out.

Ramez: Very well.

*He turns to Adjeca.*

I think you may want to listen to what Supreme Commander Taragi has to say. The Iconians have been major victims to theses Synthesisers. More so than us. They use scavenged Iconian technology, after all.

Patch them through.

Voice *Over comm*: Yes sir.

*Taragi soon appears as a hologram in the room.*

Taragi: Greetings, Antino Ramez of Dalos Beta IV.

Ramez: Hello again, Commander. May I introduce you to our guest, Grand Master Adjeca.

*Taragi bows his head.*

Taragi: An honour.

*He turns back to Ramez.*

Admiral, it appears your offensive is no longer necessary.

Ramez: Explain.

Taragi: Captain Allington's duplicate has been killed.

Ramez: Understood. Is Sam onboard?

Taragi: No. We just received reports that she has gone missing. Also, your Lieutenant T'mar is close to death.

Ramez: Can you do anything?

Taragi: Our Doctors are not familiar with Vulcan nor Human physiology. If we had that, we could repair the damage, but...

Ramez: I'll have all of the Lieutenant's Medical Records sent over.

Taragi: We would appreciate it.

We have confirmed transmission. We can get underway as soon as we're through here.

Ramez: Thank you, Commander.

*He turns to Adjeca.*

If you have any further questions on the Synthesisers, or their involvement with the Iconians, feel free to direct them to Supreme Commander Taragi.

Taragi: I shall answer them as best I can.
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