Knothic Towers OOC & IC

[PVodogaz]

It is 3012 ano domine.

The world has changed. Only 1200.00 humans survive on their home planet in 5 self protection domes after the "Cassius Virus" destroyed almost all of humanity that was unleashed in a biological attack in 2253AD.

Now one by one the domes are losing contact with each other as an unknown enemy ravages the shields and enters domes taking humans. With each person they take, they live a card with two typed words in archaic english, "Knothic Towers".

In 3012 AD the last remaining dome, Dome A sends out an expedition to locate the Knothic Towers, which is due north in the tundras of the 'Cold Lands'.

Who will join the brave and intrepid travellers in search of the Knothic Towers, where all secrets will be revealed. On the way, the group will face mutant coachroaches, animals that have gone mad and will have to band together to work their way to the Towers.

What awaits at the Knothic Towers? And What is beyond the Towers?

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Looking for 5 people for the 6 manned expedition. Think of the thread as a adventure/thriller.

Post here with interest. Thread start asap.

 

[delphicRENDERER]

Does this story have a futuristic/advanced civilization to it, or is it more primitive and such?

Sounds interesting, I may be in...

 

[PVodogaz]

Does this story have a futuristic/advanced civilization to it, or is it more primitive and such?

Sounds interesting, I may be in...

The humans within the Domes are advanced technologically. The mutants outside have reverted to the primitive ways.

My character will be:

Xavier Xurgen

Age: 29

Physical Specs: 6f3, blue eyes, dark reddish eyes pigmented with hazel hues. 126kg with a tan from spending time at Dome A Solarium.

Status: Civilian who was picked out of a lottery draw to go on the expedition. Background is an Officer at the Ministry of Proto-Humanics as a Research professor of ancient earth history at the archival bay.

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I will also play later in the thread if it gets off another role.

 

[delphicRENDERER]

Character Synopsis

Richmond Oates

A 34-year old male, caucasian, about 5'11" in height, roughly 170 in pounds, defined and toned physique. Short, light brown hair cut into a standard military buzz. Haggard light hazel eyes, due to a lack of sleep, a thin goatee adds to his facial features. Somewhat uptight, as he always seems to have to follow protocol.

Wears the military standard "skull suit" made of material not far removed from rubber, and gives the person a protective layer that contains a network of powerful, self-sustaining sensors. Suit is resistant to most toxic and biohazardous substances. Sensors between outer surface and interior detect impact of external forces. Artificial muscle tissue made of such sensors instantly contract to minimize damage.

He is a lieutenant of Delta Company, 2nd Battalion; he was chosen as a military companion for the group.

 

[PVodogaz]

OOC 4 more people to fill the team roles needed

C'mon people, post here any interest. Not that hard a thread this one is.



Petar

 

[landiek]

Landi Kay

This woman was selected for her medical knowledge and also of her kinship to surivial. She was noted in the archeives of being the last of the native cultures.

Her Cherokee features long survived the test of time as well as her long raven tresses were braided neatly down her back. She skilled and honed medical skills old and new.

She moved from her small unit that remained untouched as her morning ritual of greeting the new day progressed. She reached her hands upwards and muttered her arcanic prayers towards the ceiling. Content she pushes the lockes of her braids away from her round face and grins as her grey-blue eyes glance at the agenda for the day.

"Meeting with Richmond Oates, Delta Company O nine hundred." She grabbed her sand colored pack and headed out the opening door for the bio lab.

Walking down the corridors and pressing the ID scan for admittence she waits to be called for her meeting. This was what she dreamed of doing. Exploring outside the dome!

 

[delphicRENDERER]

Bump!

(OOC: Just bumping this thread, hoping to get it started! Seems interesting and I'd like to see how it goes!)

 

[PVodogaz]

Xavier Xurgen

He was running through a forrest that was getting darker by the second. With laboured breathing panting with every lengthy step running almost for his life. He could feel the hot beads of sweat run down the back of his neck and as the sweat streamed down his back it cooled like an icy stream. The forrest was silent for all life had fled the forrest in the wake of what was chasing him. He could feel the hot breaths rake across his shoulder blades as the being behind him was catching up to him. He looked behind him and his mouth opened in a O, a silent scream of terror....

Xavier Xurgen sat upright awake from a nightmare that had been getting more and more intense from the time he had accepted his lottery placement on the expedition to find the elusive Knothic towers.

He looks at the comm-data clock and it is 4.30am, he was due to be at the pre expeditionary meeting at 7.00am. Xavier had sometime to go. He slid from the bunk that he called his bed in his single style apartment in the rec commons. In the domes, one only had a rec room to call home, if one was a citizen. It was another story if one was born of noble, military or if one was of the esteemed Talent class, the 'perfects'.

He took a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and concentrated on calming his breathing. Xavier needed to leave the dome, anything but the dome. He was a explorer at heart and loved the history of humanity, the boredom of everyday plain and simple dome life was getting to him.

So when Xavier applied in the public lottery domewide and won the only civilian spot, it was like his dreams and wishes came true in one swift go. Xavier dressed in his one piece conditioned heat condensing suit and over the seat he put on dome citizen wear that included a tunic and pants.

He would pack a simple bag with his essentials that included a few books, a few sentimental items and clothing. Soon he would meet the others on this mission.....but before that breakfast.

 

[PVodogaz]

OOC:

Hi guys,

sorry for the delay and we still need two more people.

To delphic and landiak sorry for the delay but if you two wish to continue I will not vanish again...

Petar

xoxoxox

 

[delphicRENDERER]

Lt. Richmond Oates

An arm folded across his chest, touching the other's elbow as if to prop it up while he gently touched the hairs on his chin. The man sighed quietly as he stared outside a nearby shielded window, awaiting the individuals whom were called for this meeting. It wasn't that he enjoyed being early, it was just that he was excused from any other of his usual work because of this expedition - and he had nothing else to do at 06:22 AM.

The man, who wore the rank of Lieutenant on his shoulder then lowered his arms as he stepped toward a large table in the center of the meeting room. On the table before him sat the only item he brought with him for the meeting: a datapad. In it kept his agenda and information on the expedition, and anything else he needed to write down. The lieutenant activated it and quickly began tapping a few keystrokes into the device, which brought up on the small screen of the datapad: "Meeting, Knothic Towers; 07:00 AM".

He made a quiet "Hmph" as another tap of his finger on the device brought up another message on his agenda that read: "Meeting, medical specialist; 09:00 AM" There was no name, so he assumed it must have been a check up before setting out for the expedition, little did he know the "medical specialist" was actually in the same expedition. The lieutenant appeared anxious, though with every right as this was the first mission outside of the domes in many years.

 

[IM1_RUASLUT2]

M. Jenkinslavikca

It was one day that one would dread as the orders scrolled down the screen. The selection for a mission was being metted out. Naturally I should have expected it since I was working in the feild of weaponery.

I recently feild tested a new lazer rifle that split a target at 600 feet with expert precision and treminal capablities. Thus ,aking every shot lethal in the hands of someone that had proficient aim. I however tended to shift left and would swipe my target.

I had been working on some weapons that was discovered when a recent abduction happened. That was before I was transferred to this dome. Ten days later all word from my old home vanished and the card was left in it's place. I could say that anger was part of my movitation as I yearned to find the killers.

Most weapons fired rounds and that could prove to be useless to an unseen enemy. Yet this was the form of weaponery that was found at one of the old dome sites. I discovered that it was even better then my lazer rifle. It fired rounds faster and had a form of heat seeking devices within the casing. This was very interesting and I strove to learn more as soon as I finshed my meeting with the commanding officer of the mission, lieutenant of Delta Company Richmond Oates.

I used the solar bathing center and dressed in uniform. It was a bit snugger then the last time I wore it but that hardly mattered as I was to report at o ten hundred. One thing for sure, by wearing this uniform. The stories about my unknown sex was bound to be different today. My bust was more prodominant then I ever wanted it to be and there was no way to bind them down anyways.

I knew from a splicing of my genes that I derived from a mixed heritage. Slavic and Irish which in days long ago was a deadly combination according to some anceint history files. I shrugged my shoulders. So what if I have long dark hair and steel grey eyes, stand five seven and weigh one-twenty, I still managed my duties.

I went to the waiting center for my appointment with the lieutenant and hoped that he might change his mind after our meeting about me tagging along. Not that I was afraid, it was that I didn't like the idea of leaving the safety of the dome.

 

[PVodogaz]

Xavier Xurgen

The rec cafeteria was unusually sparse at this hour, usually it was bustling with people wanting to have a feed before moving onto their scheduled duties that day. As a civilian, Xavier knew the schedules of those kind of days that he called plain, simply plain and boring.

That had been one major reason for entering this lottery, to get out of the plain mundane existance that Dome Life had become. Now with winning the Lottery and passing all the required red-tape checks, Xavier was assured freedom from the dome and an end of this mundane existance. Because, Xavier Xurgen was not planning on returning from the dome, that lay as his foundation of secrecy's.

He had gone to the trays and cutlery and took one big plate and a side dish and a recycled plastic fork and butter knife and moved over to the replicator. He punched in with his free hand what he wanted and within the next minute a white light showed through the screen of the replicator and his breakfast meal of bacon and hashbrown jacks were ready.

Xavier sat down near a window seat and began to eat. Looking out of the window and up into the sky which was a featureless gray coloured montage. The shield that protected Dome A rippled and showed itself every few seconds, it was a shield that was cloaked, the last Dome that survived the onslaught of the Unknown agents of the mysterious Knothic Towers.

The food tasted bland but Xavier knew that was all he liked from the menu of the replicator. So he ate and checked his watch, he had under an hour to be at the meeting. He deduced that he had time.

It was 6:28AM.

 

[delphicRENDERER]

Lt. Richmond Oates

Lieutenant Oates had seated himself again, it was nearing the time for the first meeting. He started looking through his datapad again, this time reading some of the information available on a couple of the individuals to embark on this journey. Xavier Xurgen, he began reading information on the man - to which he learned was the sole civilian of the group.

Research was a word he found in Mr. Xurgen's background; this was to be their head researcher.

He kept reading more on another individual before rubbing his eyes with his free hand. They could have at least had me do something before the meeting he thought to himself, all this time waiting was just making him tired. He looked to his wristwatch, Nearly time, he thought to himself.

 

[landiek]

Landi reviewed her lists and condensed them into a quick group of marks. Naturally no one would be able to decifer her notes which suited her.

When she reached the waiting center she saw that she was alone. She just wanted to get her interview over so that she could prepare her pack for the mission. Speaking clearly at her ID scheduler. "Location of Lieutenant Richmond Oates."

After a few moments the machine blinked in golden letters. In main offical quarters. High levels of brain activity. Breathing within normal limits. Glandular activity moderate to high. Heart rate moderate. Stimulus activity.... Landi closed the information process as she didn't need to know that area of someone that she hadn't met yet. Of course there would be several reasons that would make that reading seem higher then normal as the outcome would make a ranking difference as well as the reopening of outer dome travel if the group is successful in making a treaty with those at Knothic Towers.

Landi consulted with the atmosphere specialist concerning the breathing ability of the air outside of the dome yesterday. It was simple to adjust the blood to accommodate the changes in nitrogen levels to outside if they wouldn't be using acclimatizors. She had those results in hand in case the Lieutenant needed that information.

As the time neared o seven hundred, Landi noticed a young man enter and give the information to the agenda regulator.

She wondered if that was Xavier Xurgen or M Jenkinslavikca. Politely she nodded at him as he waited for his meeting. This was one moment that she wished that she had the advanced datapads that would give her the answers on who was who and on this mission other then Oates and his rank.

She noted the clothing that he wore and deduced that he was a civilian. Smart move, she thought to herself then looked back at her scheduler and made a new list of supplies, edited for the fifth time.

 

[IM1_RUASLUT2]

I decided to go to my appointment in hopes that I could provide the information without too much distasteful discomfort.

Some of my co-workers gave a minor congradulations remark as the news of my being selected was now the highlight of the duldrey. As I read over the messages on my datapad I noticed that I was famous without doing anything yet.

Glancing at my timepiece it was 6:56:24 and I walked into the area with a woman that reminded me of someone that had sun issues. I had never seen anyone as red as she was.

I looked over her uniform and noticed the medical insigna. Oh Great a doctor! Just what I don't want to deal with. Probably checking the health of the participants of the mission. Okay.. short and sweet.. then I can get back to work. I thought.

I checked into the agenda regulator. M. Jenkinslavikca, weapons specialist.

 

[samthedeity]

Jonathan Clark
Age:42
169 lbs
5'7"
Caucasian, brown hair and eyes.

A man of very normal features, who yet somhow can seem very imposing indeed, his steely gaze and the might of the secret police of Dome A behind him. No facial hair or deistinguishing characteristics of any kind.

Wears standard issue government clothing, albeit with a few things hidden underneath. His custom holsters for various weapons, pouches for equipment, and other more deeply hidden things are all in Clark's clothes. For this mission, he will be wering the standard issue agency hazardous environment suit, a hard armored suit with independent power, room for weapons and ammunition, and, if need be, supplies of back-up oxygen. All this and an armored exterior to match! (Think the suit from halflife).

Clark is along on an intelligence gathering/counterespionage role. At least that's what is listed in his dossier...

 

[samthedeity]

John Clark

AS he walked into the conference room, Clark ran over the names and specialties of the people also assigned to go on this mission. The man pacing back and forth.. had to be Oates. No Xurgen he saw. That was interesting. The other man was Jenkinslavikca. Looked as though he didn't want to be there. And finally the last member he knew of. The field medic, Landi Kay. She was looking at some readouts on her personal datapad. The team that was to embark on the most important mission of the Dome ever....

Clark knew this was important. It wasn't every day that the director of the agency, as its agents affectionately called it, debriefed you on what you were going to be doing. Clark saw that this was a capable team already, judging instantly that Oates had what it would take to surviove outside the dome. hopefully the others would have that as well. And if anyone would know who could survive outside, it was Clark. After all, he was the only still-surviving member of Dome A's Exterior Research Mapping Expeditions left.

He nodded as he sat down in one of the chairs and made sure that the jamming devices he had installed earlier still were working. After all, better safe than sorry and besides, what else was there to do while waiting for the briefing from the team leader.

 

[PVodogaz]

Xavier Xurgen

Xavier ate at a leisurely pace, eating all on his plate, even though he did not in particular care for the meal. But knowing it was important that he ate a big meal before the mission set off. Once the young man (in dome years he was still young) was finished he wiped his hands and mouth with the cleaning tissues that would in the end get recycled for use later on again in the rec cafeteria.

Taking his belongings with him he stood and walked out of the now filling up rec cafeteria. People nodded and pointed to him, all knowing full and well he was the winner of the Dome Lotto draw. Xavier smiled to himself having a small ego boost from their digs.

He walked down the metallic rung walkway toward the specified meeting place with a clear head and no second thoughts.

Finally reaching the doors of the inner dome waiting area, Xavier breathed a deep inhale of air and pressed the open tab on the side wall next to the sliding door which smoothly opened and he walked in.

The first thing that struck Xavier was the people already seated around in plush cushioned seats - where they part of the mission? Xavier knew soon he'd find out. His eyes glanced at the one's seated or milling around, his eyes settled on a woman briefly but he was struck by the aura around her. C'mon Xavier, this is a mission, not a 'find your perfect partner hunt'. Capish?

Walking over to the agenda regulator, Xavier typed on the shining surface - Xavier Xurgen - CIVILIAN

The time was 6:57AM Dome Surface Time. (DST) With that done and quite a bit overawed by the presence of higher ranks in the room he placed his paperwork on the table.

It was then a chime sounded in the room and a voice with no ascertained sexual identity, more like a computer voice stated through audio-speakers

"Dome Commander Asquith is on his way. Meeting will commence at 0700 sharp."

Taking his data pad out he thought the words Knothic Towers and they came blazing out on the screen. And all their was now was to wait - and then leave.

Xavier couldn't wait

 

[PVodogaz]

OOC:

Welcome onboard samthedeity

Nice to have you in the thread

Cheers

Petar

 

[IM1_RUASLUT2]

M. Jenkinslavikca

The first meeting was called and I entered the conference room quickly. I noticed the red woman walk in with an air of certain confidence. Of course she is - just oozes with it - that stupid wench and her medical insigna I told myself as I sat down.

I took a glance at the other men in the room and when it registered on the datapads I groaned. "Oh Hell!"
I pulled a sender from my inner uniform pocket - moved the highlighter down the list until it was on Class 2 datapad 60% memory available. I pressed the dark blue button and before Lieuteant Oates entered the room I heard a thump at the doorway. I turned around, rose and retreived the small computer with a frown. "Looks like I need to tweak this again." I muttered as I returned my seat.


When the Commander appeared, I snapped to attention and stood there motionless. I could feel my nerves act up. Damn, I don't need to pop into a heavy sweat now! I hoped that I was puling myself back into check as a voice spoke.

"Be seated." He seemed so God-like. After all the Dome Commander just didn't drop in for a socail visit. So much for talking my way out of going. I sighed.

I turned on the recording feature as soon as the Commander spoke because I knew that I needed to know every factor so I could assemble the best of my arsonal. After all I had seen some of the animals that was captured while I was at Dome C. The hatred that burns in their beady eyes as they charge straight for your body without the slightest amount of fear.

First things first was introductions. The Commander started with Oates and then in basically alphabetical order.

When it was my turn I stood up. "Jenkinslavikca, weapons specialist. Presently working on discovered weaponery from B Dome, a 6C lazer rifle, and accurate teleporter for short range which still needs adjustments. My personal arsonal has over six hundred weapons which I am planning on duplicating for this expedition. I can upgrade on sight and reconstruct when necessary with salvaged parts." With that I sat down with a relived sensation. Well at least that part of this meeting is over.

 

[landiek]

Landi lifted her head after the annoucement. She quickly stood and turned towards the conference room door. When the door opened she walked to the first seat across from the door. The table had markers that matched print-off. She grinned as she was in the correct spot and sitting to the left of Lieutenant Oates.

She noted her place in the group as well as it appeared that it was mostly a male ensemble. Well it was already a factor that the populus was male at a ratio of six to one, according to her data.

Landi sat her scanner on the surface as she reached for a pre-dispended glass of purified water. Bringing it to her lips as the others sat down. She pulled the scanner back closer and pressed save. She had a quick bio-scan on each member which would be helpful in the extreme emergency while on our expedition.

When Commander Asquith arrived, she stood and saluted. Although she wasn't military ranked she knew the proper respects. Then took her seat as the Commander spoke.

She gave her introduction when it rolled around to her. "I am Landi Kay, medical tech. I've been in this feild for twelve years. I am the last of the old natives and have done extensive study on arcanic medical methods. I have demonstrated complete profeciency on lazer surgurical procedures and reactivitation of tissue and bone composition. I have redefined the acclimatizors to adjust to the outer atmosphere. I also have conjucted the atomizer to heal instantly, internally and externally. My associate and I have improved the K4 scanner in order to save more data in the Sec9. I also have managed to make a reduction aligner that will reduce the size of inanimate objects by 78%. Thus making things more manageable for packing and also making it easier to take four times as much upon any survey. The aligner is set with the ability to increase as well as decrease, thus enabling to reverse any effect. Also I have done a complete bio-scan on each member at this table and will be able have instant access to any medical condition that you men may be suffering from known and unknown at present. I also need to collect a blood sample before departure."

She sat back down and looked at the others. She smiled a natural smile but her greyish eyes sparkled as the hopes of a great adventure were right under the Commander's datapad.

 

[PVodogaz]

Xavier Xurgen

Xavier sat down in his chair after the chimed message awaiting the arrival of Dome Commander Asquith. An air of expectation had surfaced after that short message as if everyone knew what was to come. Soon pal, you'll be free of this god-forsaken dome and be out exploring and the like. Reign in your horses, listen and learn and then you will be out of this hell-hole of a Dome, he said to himself within his head.

And in a timely manner the Commander of Dome A a fierce looking wiry figured man with a dark black mini moustarch appeared through the sliding opening and walked brusquely into the meeting room. To Xavier, this man had a air of class arrognance about him and decided then and there that he disliked this man immediately. I hope he's not our commander, Xurgen said wistfully to himself again.

Everyone except him rose and gave the Commander a salute. Not that Xavier bothered getting up. All he did was nod at the Commander who walked to the front of them trying to make out that he was God-like. For a moment the Commander's eyes crossed paths withn Xavier and he gave the civilian a dirty minute staire. Ah the class prejudice is still present, something's never change....

The Commander made his own introduction which to meagre civilian Xavier sounded like a diatribe of why I am better than you? Xavier tried to look interested but he found it hard. Finally after a million minutes had gone past, the Commander decided to put the spotlight on someone else rather than himself by asking each of them to introduce themselves.

It was apparent to Xavier that the military officer by the name of Oates would be in charge of the mission, and that suited Xavier. Better him than the mongrel Commander, thought Xurgen again. Oates introduced himself and then it went alphabetical....knowing if that was the case, he would be last.

He listened to each of the mission members as they stood and spoke introducing themselves and their specialities. Xavier looked at Jenkinslavikca speak....of weaponry background. Was it not weapons that had landed them in this predicament? But then Xavier was a humble civilian - a servant to the upper classes and was supposed to not thinkoutside the boundaries of what was conformity. Jenkinslavikca was short in the speech and Xavier saw that Jenkinslavikca was glad to get it over with.

It was then that Xavier realised the seating arrangements around the table in order of rank - he was seated goddamn last. Just because im a lowly civilian...... He saw the Commander toss him a smug look. Anger was brimming just below the surface and Xavier wanted to rearrange the face of the Commander but knowing that action would lead to a unpleasant stay in the pits below the dome - where deadly animals were kept for experiments. No thanks.

Then the lady member stood and introduced herself in the name of Landi Kay, who Xavier had heard of through the rumour grape-wine of the rec commons. He smiled slightly....ah those rumours had presented him with wonderful nights....But Landi would be their medical officer and that was clear. Ah the journey seemed so much more pleasurable with her in it now.

After she sat down, Xavier realised it was John Clarke's turn and then his own. His would be short and sweet, he knew that immediately. All Xavier wanted was out of the dome.

 

[Zarai]

Zarai

OOC - Looked like you needed a 6th still, so here I am. If I'm mistaken and you're full, let me know and I'll delete!

IC

SHUT UP!

I covered my head with the pillow and attempted to drown out the annoying voice droning in my head. Why was it bothering me when all I wanted to do was sleep. Deep blissful beautiful sleep. I would have sworn I only went to sleep a few minutes ago.

The time is 7:05 A.M. Please report. The time is 7:06 A.M. Please report.

Grumbling I realized I'd stalled the voice long enough. Sitting up and throwing the pillow at the speaker above the bed.

I'm up already. Shut up.

Sitting there rubbing my head, which was aching slightly from too much indulgence in the beverage department the evening before, I tried to remember what insane urge could possibly have made me ask to be awoken so early. Stretching I sat rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I looked around the room. My gaze slid over the pack sitting by the door and moved on to the cooling unit. A cool beverage would be good about now. Standing and stretching again, I smiled as the voice finally stopped yelling the time at me as the sensors read that my weight was off the bed. Padding over to the cooling unit, I grabbed a juice and popped the top, taking a long drink. A shower. A hot steamy shower is what I needed to start this day. My eyes fell on the pack again as I walked to gather some things to take to the bathing chamber. I tilted my head quizzically as I wondered why I had left what appeared to be a full field pack leaning against the door.

*crash*

The juice slipped from my fingers and crashed into the floor, spilling everywhere. My eyes widened as my voice shakily sounded out in the room.

Time please.

Time is 7:10 A.M.

Choking I looked at the pack again. 7:10 A.M. Late! I was late! The commander was gonna kill me. I couldn't believe it. The best assignment of my life and I was about to blow it! I grabbed my toiletries and rushed out the door, not caring that I was dressed in a sheer gown that barely covered my ass. My quarters were close to the private bathing chamber and I washed quickly, scrambling back to my room and dressing in a rush. Grabbing my pack, I flew out of the room, and ran down the hall towards the meeting room.

Ignoring the odd looks as I ran around people and through doors, I knew how I must look to them. My long silver-white hair flying out behind me as I ran, my pack slung over my shoulder. My skin tight black pants tucked into knee high black combat boots that laced up the front. My black shirt that would have looked like a t-shirt had it not been molded to my body and stopped just beneath my breasts. The black of my clothing contrasting sharply to my fair skin, silver hair, and startling golden eyes.

It was my eyes that had gotten me this job. They marked me for what I was. I was the product of a breeding experiment. They had played with their drugs and different techniques until finally they had come up with a handful of us who had not gone insane. We had many names.. depending on whom you asked. The most common being the one whispered, as if whispering would stop us from hearing... Freaks. We had extraodinary senses... eyes, ears, skin.. all extremely sensitive. We could see in the dark, hear from hundreds of yards away.. and that was the least of our tricks. Empaths I suppose is what we might have been called long ago. We could sense feelings, understand what others might not. We also had a limited, very limited ability to manipulate physical objects. I could close a door without touching it... pull out my chair before I got to the table... those sort of tricks. Mostly used to amuse ourselves and startle others. I was only 25, but I was the best among us. I had the most control and so was hand picked by the commander to accompany this expedition outside the dome. I wasn't sure if I was thrilled or annoyed. I had a good life, better then the normal civilian. I enjoyed luxuries that they did not, being one of a few, we were pampered somewhat. I loathed to leave that luxury, but was also excited. Finally something to do that would require me to use my skills as they were designed... instead of doing parlor tricks for the commanders.

Glancing at the watch I had grabbed on the way out, I winced. 7:23 A.M. He was gonna kill me. Of course, he'd kill his son as well if he knew the reason I'd gone to bed so late. I finally reached the meeting room, and waved my ID card in front of the sensor, not even slowing down as the door slid open. Running into the room, I let myself skid to a stop, my hair flying into my face. Reaching up to push it away, I smiled weakly and held up my ID badge, though it wasn't really necessary.

Zarai Nekkor reporting Sir.

 

[delphicRENDERER]

Lieutenant Oates

(OOC: Oh wow, people! Sorry about my absence from here.. still interested)

It wasn't very difficult to see how anxious Lieutenant Richmond Oates was becoming. The hour grew near as the meeting was finally called, he had paced from the conference room to the nearby commissaries before returning behind Commander Asquith. Evidently, the Lieutenant had run into the Commander as he was attempting to find a means of relaxing. The Dome Commander gave him a pep talk, as Asquith was known to do - "If you aren't doing your job for the Dome, then you'd be better off dead" was often his motto.

After the Commander seemed to grind the notion of Oates' current demeanor being a danger to the expedition, he seemed to finally remember that he also had that very same meeting to attend. "Let's go, Lieutenant - for the Dome's sake now," he said which prompted Richmond to stiffen his body, his stride longer than usual. It was actually the last thing he wished to hear before he'd leave the Dome - and possibly die out in the wild of the world - he'd prefer to hear from family or Anna, his fiancé. Of course, that was all done roughly a week ago as the military standards within the Dome forced him into rigorous mental and physical training for this mission. Too bad they forgot that he was still a person..

He arrived behind Commander Asquith at 0659, seating himself at 0700 sharp as the Commander had already started before Richmond could even get himself comfortable in his seat. Obviously, getting oneself comfortable is a luxury the Commander does not know. Fortunately for Oates, this meeting wasn't all too important for himself - as this was probably the 3rd meeting in as many weeks on this exact subject. He knew his role, yet was amazed he was nominated to lead this group - no Captain, no Major - no higher ranking officer, period. They either trusted in Oates insticts, or some of the militant, political hotheads of the committee figured this journey was a waste of time.

The Dome Commander's speech seemed shorter than usual, despite an individual running in late around 0726, and at 0749 the Commander turned toward greetings of the group of individuals. Commander Asquith briefly introduced Lieutenant Oates, "Ladies and gentlemen, this will be your leader for this expedition - Lieutenant Richmond Oates of Delta Company, 2nd Battalion. Lieutenant, if you would be so kind as to introduce yourself to the individuals that will be with you."

Richmond (also called "Richie" by his parents, fiancé and close friends) blinked a few times as he seemed to sat upright further more than he already was before finally rising from his chair. "As Commander Asquith said..." he began, his hazel eyes looking over the group - he didn't know any of them, or at least very much, but he certainly would during the journey. "..I am Lieutenant Richmond Oates.. I will be heading this group into many of the unknown since humanity last felt its air upon their faces several centuries ago. You will be facing many things that has been researched within the Domes, and you will potentially be facing things that we have not discovered."

He paused as he continually paced back and forth slowly, then turned to face the group behind the chair which he rose from. "Most of all, I want to remind to you all that this expedition has its purpose, unlike any rumors you may have heard. His gaze fell upon them all.. Clark, Jenkinslavikca, the sole-civilian Xurgen, the tardy Nekkor, and finally he looked to the woman that was seated to his left - medic Kay. "The more this Dome stands idly while the unknown continue to ravage other Domes and kill hundreds, the shorter our chances our of survival! We must find these Knothic Towers out in the Cold Lands. We must, as our survival depends upon it."

Richmond had hoped it was as inspiring as possible, though he often doubted himself. He wondered how serious this group would take a rather lowly Lieutenant, though unbeknownst to him, the Dome was going to commission him as Captain - as it was the least they could do for him and his family. It was a big advance, but deemed appropriate for the situation. "Without a doubt, we will have to get to know one another.. as we move on.." Once he finished, he gave a nod to the next individual to speak.

Once introductions were through, Commander Asquith gave one last briefing regarding last medical checks and equipment. It was 0815 at this time, just as the Commander liked briefings to be - short, and to the point as not to waste time on the mission. "You are all dismissed, report to medical and equipment - except for you, Lieutenant," he said. Oates seemed to slightly wince as he nodded before standing straight, his hands at his side in attention. He would be with them shortly, no doubt..

 

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Xavier Xurgen

At 07:26 the last mission member joined the group late. Xavier had made his 1 paragraph introduction of himself and his skills and sat down. Now looking glumly until the sliding door opened and a wonderfully good looking lady stopped dead in her tracks as she ran in almost introducing herself as the 6th and final member of this important mission as Nekhor Zarai.

Looking closer, Xavier's look turned into wonderment, for Zarai was part of a group called 'Freaks' or officially known as a Dome Talent....smarter than the average human, as he was classed. A little jealousy seeped through him as Xurgen could not believe the stupidity of Dome management - that they would send a Freak along with us to what? watch us or help us?

Turning back to the Commander who started his oh so pep talk on succeeding in the name of Dome A and all the other Dome's that had fallen to the mysterious force from a unknown place called Knothic Towers. To Xavier the whole mission was staged upon the variables of total unknowns.

Then the Commander turned the last speech over to Captain Oates. And to Oates, Xurgen listened attentively; "..I am Lieutenant Richmond Oates.. I will be heading this group into many of the unknown since humanity last felt its air upon their faces several centuries ago. You will be facing many things that has been researched within the Domes, and you will potentially be facing things that we have not discovered."

Xavier knew all this already...but he still listened on......"Most of all, I want to remind to you all that this expedition has its purpose, unlike any rumors you may have heard. The more this Dome stands idly while the unknown continue to ravage other Domes and kill hundreds, the shorter our chances our of survival! We must find these Knothic Towers out in the Cold Lands. We must, as our survival depends upon it. Without a doubt, we will have to get to know one another.. as we move on.."

Xavier decided then and their he liked the way Oates operated - much different than the trumped Commander of Dome A Reginald Asquith. He would give this Captain a fair go.

Finally at 08:15 they were released from the meeting all accept the Captain. Walking out with his datapad out into the hallway, he waited for a chance to meet personally the rest of the group.