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Date Posted: 18:44:59 10/10/02 Thu
In reply to:
Lans
's message, "Re: I got bored so I'm doing a future RPG" on 15:03:49 10/10/02 Thu
OOC: Yes, you bum! AIM! AND IT'S NOT THE FUCKING CENTER OF THE EMPIRE, DAMN IT! How many times do I have to say it?! I stated in the beginning that this was a hickish outworld! REMEMBER, PEOPLE! GOD! And BTW, there are SEVEN emperor at one time, so my character is the 1st son of the seventh Emperor. Not his father is the seventh generation. God... I'm gonna smack y'all up.
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Marcius sighed and waited. The lack of exhaustion made the trip barable, but he knew his body was close to collapsing. Today he had used far more energy than he ever had before, and he knew he was lucky he hadn't had a heart attack or burned his magical ability out. He hoped that with the stress though, he had expanded his abilities in the arcane at least a little bit.
The intercom buzzed again. "We have arrived in friendly skies. Slowing to landing speed. Arrival time: 30 seconds. Prepare to landing." It clicked off again.
Marcius looked around the dropship; at the 12 Guardians, the sargeant and his men, the doctor working on the men, Cephis, and the rebel prince. He wondered breifly what would happen when they got there...after all, the prince was an intergalatic fugative wanted for high treason. However, he was the guest of Marcius. He had a feeling it would be alright.
The intercom clicked on again and counted down the arrival time from 10. At 5, the dropship came to a complete hover. By the time he reached 0, the landing gear hit the ground and the dropship came to a stop. Marcius breifly wondered how close they were hugging the ground, then decided it wasn't important. The pilots knew how to fly the craft better than he ever could.
The Guardians stood and made their 2 rows, 6 long each. The door of the dropship opened, and the Guardians came to attention and Presented Arms. Marcius stood, the Guardians Ordered Arms and marched out, taking up their positions as crowd control at the sides of the pathway he'd cross. Marcius walked to the entrance and looked around. It seemed the whole base had came out to welcome them back.
Divided up into platoons, the whole base had turned out. They all stood at attention, with their commanders at the front, saluting. Marcius could make out each platoon, rather easily by their uniforms and standards. The Feral Wolves, Sabre Knights, Shadow Striders, Wraiths, Arch Angels, and the few regulars that were there. Each of the specially named units were adept at fighting in their own way. The Feral Wolves were powerful shock soldiers that used mostly melee weapons and went into a fury. The Sabre Knights were, approitaley named, modern day knights that rode highly manuverable hoovercycles that were loaded; they worked as skirmrishers, first counterstrike, and scouting. They were also archanic swordsmen. The Shadow Striders and Wraiths both were scouts and assassins, each using the newest stealth technology to get behind the enemy lines and reek havoc. The Arch Angels were elite drop troopers that could be called upon at any momment and be expected to arrive very quickly to give support. Then of course the regulars were the average, run of the mill Imperial Soldiers that made him so proud.
Marcius smiled warmly at them all then looked down the center of his path and saw the Base Commander and Base Magician walking towards him. The prince walked out, took 6 steps off of the dropship ramp and waited for them. He waited till they came, then he saluted, waited for them to drop it, then did the same.
"It's good to see you alive, Prince Marcius," the base commander said. "We heard you encountered unexpected resistance and then with your urgent exfiltration call...we feared you were injured. It's a releif to see you well."
"You fool!" the base magician yelled. "You directly disobeyed orders! You were told NOT to use magic, and what do you do?! You level a whole division of enemy troops with it! And what were those two high energy spells?! They were beacons to any race with the SLIGHTEST of magic powers over 100 light years away! Your father himself probably felt the fucking outlet! You are reckless, sorcerer! A danger to yourself and us all! I'm surprised you didn't burn yourself out! It would have been better for us all!"
Marcius nodded to the base Commander then looked at the fellow magician. "With all due respect, sir," he put a sharp bite into the word, "if it could be felt from that far away....those alien races would think twice before coming here. They would surely know that one who cast those spells, in such quick order, is a very powerful being indeed. And I was cut off away from any support...I did what I had to do. And I eliminated a psychic whelp in the process."
At almost the same time, Marcius and the other magician's lips curl into a sneer. Sorcerers hated psychics with a passion. To them, they were half-assed whelps that took the easy way, with no discipline and little training. Psychics had just started appearing recently, within the last 200-100 years. While it took at least 10 years to produce a moderately powerful sorcerer, it took 2 years to produce a psychic of the same strength. However, psychics were far more limited in their abilities and they had a weird air to them. There's rumors that, while sorcerer training killed some and psychic training had yet to produce one death, psychics often went crazy. That...and once a psychi reached moderate power, very few could excel beyond that. However, a sorcerer whom had studied magic for 50 years was capable of destroying a star ship by himself. However, 50 year old magicians were rare, except for on the Empire's home planet. The last bastion of human kind, even when all other planets had fell, the Homeworld had succeeded in driving off the invaders with bloody vengeance.
"Hmph! I see....perhaps it is excusable this time," the base sorcerer muttered, barely audiable.
"Yes... Sirs, I have brought back a few lost souls. One is the mercenary Cephis, whom I beleive we have hired. He is to receive an honorary position here and treated as a hero. If he needs anything, see to it that he gets it. There's also a lost squad that we picked up on the way. They fought bravely. I want them to be given medals, as well as promotions. See to it they are well taken care over. Also, I found one lost soldier out in the battlefield. I've decided to take him under my wing and have him be my aide. See to it he is given a room near mine," Marcius said to them, switching some lower officer to superior prince. "And...get me to my room." Marcius smiled softly, then took a staggered step forward and collapsed. The two barely caught him.
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