Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Saeculum Galaxy => Galactic Times Space Station => Topic started by: K2 on July 27, 2011, 10:45:35 PM
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"Three, two, one, make some noise!"
Zere had no idea where he was but he was awake and ready to go now! Time to destroy these silly weaklings and get back to doing what he did best! Several explosions rocked the station as he started walking through it. Security guards approached him with guns, but their bullets were continuously sealed by Zere's seals.
He teleported away, leaving the station ravaged.
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A silver light began to appeaer, but suddenly faded away. He had been ferrying a young girl to the station, but this sudden turn of events startled him. What happened?! he thought.
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"Is this the station?" Relle asked, floating in space beside the man who had brought her there. Glancing the map she still held in her hand, and then back to the station, and around them, she blinked. She didn't sense any strong magic signatures nearby. So then what had happened to it? "Maybe it's just an aesthetic appearance?" Relle suggested, "Like maybe they WANT the place to look like that so no one comes and attacks it."
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Rybic closed his eyes and touched the ground for a moment, trying to run through his head what could have happened.
"No," he said while getting up. "It was just bombed."
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The two would find themselves slowly being absorbed by the station, being pulled in towards the docking bay.
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What on Earth is going on? Rybic thought. He wanted to know what was going on, but he wasn't sure that the dock was a good place to be if they were being pulled there.
"Do you recognize that pulling sensation?" Rybic asked the young girl.
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"Gravity? Black Hole?" Relle shrugged after suggesting the first two things that came to mind. "I'm not really that knowledgeable in magic. What I do know I had to teach myself. And technology? Other than the old stuff from Earth, you're talking to a novice in the technological arts. So! No idea! Maybe it's friendly? I can do this!" Relle pointed to her throat and after a moments focus, yelled out, a voice amplification spell cast, "HELLO! ANYONE HOME!!?"
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As sound could not naturally travel in space (then how are they talking? Moving on =P), the voice should not have reached the station. However; the voice amplification spell guided it there. A few moments later, the two would feel a slight "knocking" sensation on their mind, not painful at all, as someone from the station attempted to telepathically communicate with them.
Hello. You are being pulled in by the Automated Docking Systems of our station, typically designed to dock ships. You should arrive in our docking bay in just a moment, where you will be met by a representative. Please do not struggle against the gravity, as it will only lengthen the time it takes for docking to complete.
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"I don't think there'll be a problem, unless of coarse someone's tampered with it," Rybic said.
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(I always just figured the magic of the person naturally made it carry.)
So if going against it makes it go slower. What about making it faster? Huh? Huh? HUH?!" Relle flew back and forth in the small area she was floating. "This is taking too long!"
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(Doesn't really matter.)
After awhile, the two passed through the docking bay shields, into the docking bay itself. As the docking bay was designed for ships and not humans, they would find their landing once they entered the docking bay, and thus, the artificial gravity, rather... Rough.
They'd fall roughly to the ground of the docking bay.
The docking bay itself was a grimy, dirty garage-like area, with mechanical gears which lined the floor, making strange noises as they worked. It was not the most pleasant place to be, by any accounts. It was, however, a very spacious area.
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Rybic looked around, but didn't utter a sound.
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Before Relle could be dragged down by the gravity into a rough landing, she had caught herself in midair and flipped herself around, coming to a land gently. Once on the ground, she looked around, observing all the technological aspects of the place with awe. This was way different than Earth and the Sage Dimension. "I wonder where all the locals are.." Relle walked forward as she pondered this thought aloud.
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The docking bay was currently empty of life, but on the wall, a red sensor light activated, and light shot forth from it, directly towards the two, scanning them. As this happened, a voice came over the docking bay intercom.
"Attention newcomers, please remove any and all weapons on your person."
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Rybic had no weapons, so he raised his arms in submission. It suddenly occurred to him that he may be there longer then he had hoped. He started to get a little worried.
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Relle had no weapons either and announced such. "I don't carry weapons!"
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The machine finished scanning them, and suddenly, the back wall, opposite to the open space that the two had just floated in from, opened up, revealing itself to be two, gigantic walls. The inside was a lot less mechanical, and more like a five star hotel. A man in a tie and suit came out of the double door wall, bowing to the two.
"Right this way, please."
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"I'm just here to drop off the girl," Rybic said.
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Relle glanced at the sudden change of surrounding area and the man welcoming them with an edgy feeling, then turned around to Rybic. "Stay with me! Pleaaaaaaase!" She frowned and then mumbled, "This place seems weird. For all I know there's a mad rapist in there or something. Did you see how it just went from all bulky metal to a sudden high class rich like place? Add that to the fact they seem to be expecting us or a little too welcoming and it's weird as Hell!" Relle looked pleadingly at Rybic, "They might eat teenagers or something. Please stay with me, please, please, pleaaase?"
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Overhearing the worries of Relle, the man couldn't help but smile, but his face showed understanding. She was afraid, and well, she had every right to be. He could sense that she was very much a magical being, a true sage, and most sages didn't really have much experience with technology. He didn't want to scare the poor thing.
Putting a hand on her shoulder, he looked at her with a welcoming look as he tried to explain that she had nothing to be worried about.
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Rybic knew he had to go. He knew the consequences could strip him of his life if he wasn't careful, and that was a minor concern. Relle sounded so needing that he couldn't go so easily. The more he told himself he was going, the more he realized he was holding still.All of a sudden he saw the guy approaching, and he jumped asking, "Who are you?!"
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Relle quickly jumped back at the mans touch and eyed him with a look of shock. She then looked back at Rybic. "Pleeeeeease?" Relle begged one last time. "It won't take long. I just want to see if they can help me find someone! News places have that kind of resource."
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Rybic paused for a second, then said, "Alright, but after you're done looking through the files I'm leaving."
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"What, exactly, ARE you two looking for?" the man asked.
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"I have no idea," Rybic said.
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"Oh! Right!" Relle jumped at the realization she had never really explained what she was looking for. Still somewhat suspicious of the man, she went on to explain anyways. "I heard from a guy who heard from another guy who heard from yet another guy who heard from someone else who heard from god only knows where that this place and the people here might have some way to help me find information on what happened to my father!" Pausing to take a breath, Relle continued. "The last guy said that this was a news place. And news places always have ways of finding people. So can you?"
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"We can certainly try," the man said, "Please follow me."
The man led her to a small office room, past several desks and busy reporters running around with papers, chasing leads. In the office, there was a man sitting at a desk, face buried in some file. On the other side of the desk, there were two comfy chairs for visitors who came into his office. On one wall of the office, a small GalaxyTV, muted, was turned on to Galactic News Network.
"This," the man who had guided Relle, "Is our investigative profiler. He finds people and information. His name is Richard .C. Calaminster... Richard, this young girl needs help finding someone. Can you see to it that she is taken care of? Also, I was told to let you know... Our... Guest has arrived."
"Yes, not a problem. Please, take a seat, miss, and tell me a little about the person you need me to find."
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Cadinae stood there idly.
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Before even having been asked to take a seat, Relle had plopped herself down in the first chair that she had seen, backwards. Having spun the chair to where the back of it was facing the desk, she now sat, staring at the profiler with a look of cluelessness written across her face. "Uhh.. He's kinda hard to describe," she tapped the desk with her nails. "Well he's a Phoenix Sage for one... Yeah! That! He's got uhhh... red hair and... " Beginning to trail off, Relle finally shook her head. "Do you have any paper and a writing utensil? I'd be easier to show you instead."
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"Uh," the profiler responded, blinking, "Sure."
He handed her his sketchpad, though he was a bit taken off guard. He had profiled hundreds of people -- criminals, missing persons, celebrities... But never had he been asked to simply hand over his sketchpad. And this girl was looking for a Phoenix Sage? He didn't even know that such people still existed. This girl... She was certainly... Peculiar, wasn't she?
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"Thank you!" Relle took the sketchpad and picked up a pen, which started to glow fuchsia the second she touched it. With the pen tip to the paper in her dominant hand, Relle tapped the end of the pen with her opposite hand, and mumbled two words. "Wrad yromem" With that, the glow became brighter and Relle released the pen which went to work drawing upon the paper and image in the very likeness of the person Relle had came to ask about, down to the last detail.
Normally, where Relle failed at most spells, especially combat orientated. When it came to magic that drew upon her already creative nature, she exceeded some of even the most advanced magic users.
"Him." Relle pointed to the finished image and the now lifeless pen. "I'm looking for that guy. His name is Salus."
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"Hm," the profiler replied, taking the sketchpad back and looking upon it, "I'll send this right up to Archives and see what they can find... ARCHIVES!"
Outside his office, even with the door currently closed, a voice could be heard yelling, "ARCHIVES!" ... and then another one further off... and then another one. A few moments later, a portal opened next to the profiler, and from it, a glass tube -- much like a thermis -- shot out. The profiler grabbed it, unscrewed its top, placed the sketchpad inside, and tossed it inside the portal, which proceeded to close.
"In the meanwhile, is there anything I can do for you, miss?"
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"No thank you." Relle stood straight up, looking a bit impatient as she did so. "Do you know when you'll know?"
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"Could be minutes," he replied, "Could be years."
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"Years?!" Relle literally felt her face hit the desk. she then lifted a little to stare at him once again. "You gotta make it faster than that! I can't wait that long. I've already waited that long. If I wait that long, I'll die of waiting too long!" Relle gave the man a poutful expression seconds after her short tantrum. "Caaaaaaan you please make sure it goes faster? Pleaaaaaaase?"
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"It all depends on how public the man we're trying to find has made himself," the profiler explained, "We can offer you our resources if you would like to do research yourself... I can have someone show you over to a computer terminal, and teach you how to use it. You can help speed up the process with anything you may find."