Prologue: The Longest Night

Eanwulf · Post by **Eanwulf** » Sat Feb 25, 2017 11:30 pm

Wishing to draw the newly transformed Preen’s attention solely to himself, King Atom leaps atop one of the nearby bunks and presents himself to the alien in an imposing manner. The large warrior then proceeds to try and taunt the creature’s attention in the attempts of allowing others in the room to find adequate cover, warn the others aboard the starship, or possibly even aid him in the handling of this most curious form of an adversary.

Preen snaps his gaze upon King Atom’s frame and leers back at him angrily. Clenching his powerful fists tightly in repetitious fashion, the massive brute then furrows his brow and slowly licks an eyeball with its purplish colored barbed-tongue. “Pathetic.” the transformed Preen growls deeply as he glowers at Atom; the beast's heavily armored hide clearly showing signs of nothing less than a howitzer even being able to penetrate it.

"Simply pathetic…"

Witnessing the entire ordeal, Deadlock…

@squadfather40
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squadfather40 · Post by **squadfather40** » Mon Feb 27, 2017 5:59 am

Deacon watches as King Atom jumps on top of the bunk to try and draw Preen's attention.

Something needs to happen or someone is going to get hurt Deacon thinks to himself as he quickly grabs a pillow from the bunk above him. Adding a metal book end for extra weight, Deacon next geabs a vial of pepper spray from his kit and sprays the pillow case.

Just as Preen reacts to King Atom, Deacon acts. "Preen, you need to cut this stuff out, so we can go back to sleep. Quit, showing off." Deacon then quickly aims and hurls the pillow case at Preen's head.

Eanwulf · Post by **Eanwulf** » Mon Feb 27, 2017 4:21 pm

Deeming Preen a threat, Deadlock proceeds to start shoving things into a pillowcase he has managed to grab from one of the nearby bunks. In goes one of the cadet’s metal-framed placards he or she has resting atop their footlocker. Judging Preen’s relative size and bulk, plus the fact that he looks to be greatly armored and highly resistant to damage, Deadlock adds some other items to the pillowcase as well.

In goes someone’s steel-toed boot and an extra pair of handcuffs and a set of brass knuckles Deadlock has among his person. Giving the massive Preen another look, Deadlock quickly shoves a few other hefty-looking items that he can find into the pillowcase. Once the case has been filled, Deadlock spins the top of it around rapidly to secure its top and to gain a better hold on the item.

He then reaches into his duffle bag and proceeds to retrieve several assorted canisters of some kind. Soaking the case in a mixture of Alduvian Shark Repellant and some commonly found (among Terrans) form of Pepper Spray, the seasoned merc coughs gently as he prepares to throw his makeshift weapon at his adversary.

Preen’s focus appears to still be focused upon that of King Atom when Deadlock twirls about his newly-formed projectile. It isn’t until the item is hurled across the barracks that the massive Rodellian mutant responds. Flinching slightly, the angered Preen jerks his head back and twists it to the side in order to see what it is that is being hurled at him.

The pillowcase strikes Preen across the side of his jaw. An audible, though dull, *CLANK* is heard careening across the room as the bulky item collides with the alien’s jaw. Unaffected by the maneuver, Preen snorts in revulsion and then proceeds to lick the side of his face with his barbed-tongue. “Seriously?” proclaims the hulking Rodellian in an icy grumble as his mood worsens. "Pathetic..."

It is quite apparent that the newly-transformed Preen is NOT happy with the two attempts made to thwart his person. He grows deeply and furrows his brow even greater. The surrounding cadets begin to panic.

Seeing yet another of his colleague’s attempt fail, Oracle…

@Trogdor
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Post by **Trogdor** » Mon Mar 06, 2017 12:57 pm

Kuri looks about him and sees only confusion. There were any number of cadets milling about, and a very upset Preen. At least if he wasn't upset before, the surprisingly large cadet would likely be upset after all the attacks on him. What was most important now was to clear the field of the cadets to make sure no one was hurt. Not the few in the front who seemed to be willing to stand up to Preen, but the groups milling aimlessly.

Rising a foot or two off the ground, the mage forms his hands into mystic symbols and begins chanting:

In the name of the Dread Darrabas --
by the power of the deathless Modrossus --
I call upon the Hosts of Heshem!
heed the words of thy mortal servant!

As he speaks, a warp in space appears and moves to try and engulf the frightened cadets, offering them the safety of the remote dining hall.

Eanwulf · Post by **Eanwulf** » Wed Mar 08, 2017 2:00 pm

Oracle
Having recited his incantation, a vibrant orb of illuminated energy manifests itself in front of Oracle’s right palm. The pulsating mass of glowing magic tingles the Velho's skin as it hums forth with an arcane power. Without warning, the orb suddenly flattens and elongates itself into a vertically-aligned disc of sizable shimmering energy. It then proceeds to glide across the barracks’ floor in a relatively precise and orderly manner; though somewhat serpentine in nature.

In but scant moments, the surrounding cadets are effortlessly transported into safety and comfort of the Zentrati Warship's Mess Hall by Oracle's magic. Preen's mood sours yet again. The magical presentation itself and accompanying cries of panic or gasps of astonishment as the frightened cadets are removed from the barracks appears to annoy the Rodellian greatly. His brow furrows and it appears that the line has finally been crossed to merit a response of his own.

Surveying the results of his handiwork, Oracle's own brown furrows a bit as well. It would seem that neither Radol or his sister Tamrin, wished to be escorted to safety. The two Narakkan's of noble heritage have skillfully used their wings and powers of flight to avoid the mage's glowing spell and now hover about the barracks alongside the remaining others.

Eanwulf · Post by **Eanwulf** » Wed Mar 08, 2017 4:09 pm

Preen
Having been pushed to his apparent limit of tolerance, Preen's response - albeit not an uncommon one - is somewhat unusual. The mutated Rodellian glares sternly at Oracle’s display of magical power and then again at Deadlock before finally transfixing his gaze upon King Atom. Reaching forth with one of his massively powerful-looking hands, the former docile-creature promptly *SNAPS* off one portion of nearby bunk bed's reinforced framework and begins to bend the metal about his wrist and knuckles.

Preen growls deeply as he easily bends the metal framework about his hand, commenting briefly as he does so. The massive brute appears to be greatly angered by the party’s current course of action and highly agitated at something else, perhaps internally, as well. Snorting his disgust in periodic tandem, he speaks in a bellowing tone.

“You’d best use your magic to flee with the others…lest you taste my ire. You’ve already angered me and even tried to do me harm. I shall not abide any further attempts to do likewise or cause myself peril.”

Having completed the task of encasing one of his hands with metal, Preen promptly snaps off another section of the bed’s siding and starts to wrap his other hand up with it.

“It should already be quite apparent to you that I am not like my former self. Where he is weak, I am not. Where he would run, I shall stand my ground and fight!”

Preen finishes wrapping his other hand and now stands before you fully armed and ready to do battle. He continues to snort in periodic tandem and appears to be suffering from some kind of an emotionally-based mannet of distress. He promptly concludes.

“Speaking of which Green Man and Foolish One ( @JohnnyWeird & @squadfather40 )… if it is a fight that you both desire, then a FIGHT you shall have!"
For...I…AM..WRATH!!!

Olligarchy · Post by **Olligarchy** » Thu Mar 09, 2017 10:02 am

Ea had watched from the sidelines with amazement as the situation went from possibly bad to infinitely worse. It was clear to her that the tiny and afeared Preen had been transformed, and that transformation was somewhat linked to fear and anger.

The strange wizard had already teleported the Cadets away, having viewed them as possibly under threat, making her wonder why she hadn't been sent away as well. She hadn't shown any intention or particular powers after all!

Swallowing, she decides to go with an alternative route, and with a few hesitant steps makes her way between Wrath and the more...combative...members of the group.

"Eaaasy there ya'll." She speaks softly, grateful that her voice didn't crack,"We're all friends here and there's no need for a Fight. Nobody is going to hurt anyone here."

Eanwulf · Post by **Eanwulf** » Mon Mar 13, 2017 8:47 pm

As Ea speaks, a soothing and pleasurable aroma accompanies her words; much like the scent of fresh morning rain over a field of fragrant flowers or perhaps even the much-needed morning cup of coffee just the way one likes it. For a time, the meaning of the woman's message seems clear enough and even lingers in the minds of Wrath, Deadlock, Oracle, and King Atom...
"STOP FIGHTING EACH OTHER!"

The words spoken appear to have quite the effect upon Preen. The hulking brute of an alien immediately begins to snarl and froth in anger, almost appearing as if he were about to launch himself at the foolish Narakkan for allowing herself to get too close to him. It isn't until Preen suddenly snorts and slightly gags upon the change of scent in the air that he abruptly ceases with his advance and proceeds to look about the room warily.

The clever heroine's pheromones appear to be working!

The large beast clenches his iron-wrapped fists in anger as the glint of Preen's former self suddenly begins to manifest itself upon those still within the barracks, if but only for a moment. Pausing to stare upon his hands with utter contempt and revulsion, the tormented creature immediately begins to stomp about the barracks floor and slams things around wildly.

It is clearly apparent to all, that something inside of Preen is trying to combat itself!

Meanwhile...the pleasurable aroma that Vester'Naur has emitted and the Narakkan's words' meaning still lingers about the barracks.

JohnnyWeird · Post by **JohnnyWeird** » Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:55 pm

Pathetic.

Ruen D'naa has borne many insults in his career as a soldier.

His drill sergeant called him a pampered brat.

His father's generals called him a traitor.

His enemies called him a monster.

But never before has King Atom been beneath the contempt of another.

It feels...ENRAGING.

This...this...misshapened PEASANT...this BEAST, unworthy to lick my boots clean! Men will tremble at hia memory, the agony I will visit upon him! He will learn respect for his betters!

And yet as he prepares to gouge the eyes of Wrath - to show him TRUE fury - an acrid smell tingles his nostrils.

The deafening pounding of hia heart is suddenly joined in counterpoint by the voice of Ea Makarian, calling for peace. He can hear the honey in her tone - like a wet nurse comforting a squalling infant.

I am no child, to be spoken to this way! I am a KING.

Then perhaps you should start acting like one, Ruen.

The thought recalls him to himself. He slowly and.deliberately exhales.

"You have the right of it, Ea Makarian. We are comrades, one and all. It will take more than a poor night's sleep to break that bond."

Post by **Trogdor** » Thu Mar 16, 2017 4:10 pm

Oracle feels the pheromones begin to effect him and immediately falls back to of the mind focusing techniques he learned in his training, steeling his mind against the intrusion. As intriguing as it was to experience this effect and let someone else control his actions, ... NO! He would not fall prey to such manipulation. He was the Oracle, and he must maintain control over his facilities.

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