It is currently Thu March 28th, 2024 9:53 pm

All times are UTC + 1 hour [ DST ]




Forum locked This topic is locked, you cannot edit posts or make further replies.  [ 186 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1 ... 15, 16, 17, 18, 19
Author Message
PostPosted: Mon May 7th, 2012 4:51 pm 
Offline
User avatar

Joined: Thu June 9th, 2011 2:10 am
Posts: 2978
Lock walked through the halls of the ISS Valkyrie, it was strange, it looked like his Valkyrie, felt like his Valkyrie, yet inside was a cancer, an evil force that would consume and destroy everything in its path.

He knew ofcourse what she had planned, she would cross over to the prime reality, she would make her way to Nimshae's homeworld, and she would consume all those like her. She would absorb their power, syphon it off like a leach, and become more powerfull then even the Q.

Lock knew what he had to do now, even if it meant his life, and he never returned home, he had to stop her. He walked down the hall, fear rose of the people he passed like he was a god among them. This also made him tired, tired of battle, tired of starfleet, if he did die in this place where would he go, would he ever see the temple of the Prophets, or was his Pah too stained to ever be allowed in?

As he entered the briefing room he put all this behind him, he had to remained focused, she could not see into him, or have any idea he had remembered, so he could kill her.

All manner of activity was engadged on the bridge as he entered, the battle at the shipyards had gone completely in the Empire's favor, the rebels had been crushed and Gold was reporting no survivors. He currently was on his way back to Terok Nor where the Valkyrie hung in place waiting for the moment when the Mirror Lock would open the way.

No sign of the Empress, yet Siruzu looked a little nervous, he wondered if she was doing what he was, planning something to deal with the spoiled brat that could never be satisfied.

No word yet from Trill someone said, Lock hoped Riana would be able to handle it, and return in time to help him.


Top
 Profile  
 
PostPosted: Mon May 7th, 2012 6:01 pm 
Offline
Inactive
User avatar

Joined: Thu January 19th, 2012 9:11 am
Posts: 1707
Bain prepared for what was to come. He was loyal to the Empire but in his shame he was all alone in a fighter and must do what is needed to survive. He landed the small fighter into the shuttlebay of the cruiser to step out and look upon the Valkyries security team sent to meet him. Bain handed out his wrists as cuffs engulfed his wrists. he was led down the corridors mutch like the ISS Valkyries only this one seemed off no malicious intents, no Scheming officers. no smell of fear.

Bain walked escorted by the security team until they arived to the brig Bain was let insid a cell the cuffs removed and ththe barrier in place. all Bain could do know is sit and wait for his jugment and see what was in store for him. something told him he was not to see the empire ever again.

OOC:with this Bain is now done with the mirror until a later mirror story ensues

_________________
=/\=------------------------------=/\=
commander Banekane
Section 31, CWG Delta Squad
12th fleet, United Federation of Planets
=/\=------------------------------=/\=

ImageImageImage
ImageImageImageImage

Banekanes Bio


Top
 Profile  
 
PostPosted: Wed May 9th, 2012 5:57 pm 
Offline
User avatar

Joined: Mon May 2nd, 2011 8:26 pm
Posts: 25458
Location: Reviving Khan...
That had been far too easy, yet still enjoyable. The plan that the Prophet had set in action had worked perfectly, the rebel fools had flown right in to the hornets nest, and stung they most certainly had been. Their feeble fleet consisted of only two Cruisers, battle weary and old, they had not stood a chance. Believing the shipyards to be undefended, they should have been more than enough to wipe the facility out and deal the Empress a crippling blow. Gold could only imagine their surprise when the four Birds of Prey had de-cloaked, quickly followed by Gold’s Flagship, the IKS Kortak. The rebel Cruisers had attempted to abort the mission, to flee from the Shipyards, however as they slowly turned around they were met by the remaining ships in Gold’s fleet, two Negh’Var Cruisers. Surrounded on all sides, they had only two choices. Stand their ground and fight to the end, or surrender and live to hopefully fight another day.


“This is Captain Tyler, to whoever is in charge of the Klingon fleet, we surrender. We have dropped our shields and are ready to be boarded.”


With his crews eyes trained firmly on him, almost boring a hole in his skull, and the other ships asking for their orders, Gold had a decision to make. Taking them all prisoner was certainly appealing, hours upon hours of enjoyment to be had making them spill their secrets. Gold could hear their screams, begging for mercy, pleading for the suffering to be at an end. He would certainly be in his element, and was convinced that there would be plenty of information to be gained. Though, he was aboard a Klingon vessel, and he could clearly see the blood lust in their eyes and their body language. They had done well so far, and he had his orders from the Empress and the Prophet reverberating inside his head. His mind made up, he turned to the warrior beside him:


“Today is a day for glorious battle, a day that songs will be sang about for years to come. Mortas, open fire with everything we have, and instruct the other vessels to do the same. Leave no survivors, and you will be rewarded.”


All seven of the Klingon ships opened fire simultaneously, disruptor fire and torpedoes spewing out the numerous weapons ports. Gold sat in his command chair and watched the battle unfold, remaining emotionless. With all of the weapons fire on the viewscreen, it was difficult to follow what was happening. He instead turned his view to the reports coming through from the other ships, one Cruiser had already been disabled and the other was being bombarded from all sides. It wouldn’t last long, not against this many ships. Once the second ship was disabled, Gold ordered them to continue firing until all that remained on his viewscreen was dust, something that the Klingons were only too happy to carry out. The battle in its entirety had lasted less than 3 minutes.


Satisfied that their task here was complete, Gold transmitted orders to the fleet to cloak and stay behind to protect the shipyards. The Kortak and her crew had other orders though, and Gold ordered the helm to set a course for Terok Nor at maximum warp, where they would rendezvous with the Valkyrie and the fleet. As Gold sat in his chair, he replayed the mission in his mind. It had been far easier than he had anticipated, and had been far more convincing than he could have dared to hope for. Even those Klingons who had appeared to resent his presence now looked at him with respect. He had stood alongside them in battle, had been prepared to die with them. He had earned their respect, and was now seen as a warrior.


He just hoped that the Empress and the Prophet would be pleased with his handiwork…

_________________
ImageImageImageImageImage
Goldy & Mirra do not believe in a No Win Scenaro...
Biography of Gold & Crew - Captain & Crew Logs of the USS Mavrix


Top
 Profile  
 
PostPosted: Thu May 17th, 2012 3:43 pm 
Offline
Inactive
User avatar

Joined: Sun January 30th, 2011 2:07 pm
Posts: 519
Location Empok Nor (inner cargo ring)

Whyome walked down the darkened corridor making his way further in to the abandoned stations cargo ring “Whyome” a silent whisper from behind shook him spinning on the sport and rising his rifle Whyome scanned the corridor “come out “looking down the sights he saw nothing but the darkened walls barely illuminated by edge floor lighting, tapping his comm “Vanguard are you detecting anything in my area “”no sir we have nothing in your area .. Why you asking?” “Just making Shure that’s all thought I saw something “.

Walking further down the corridor “Whyome “another almost silent whisper Whyome ignored it, turning around the corner Whyome was confronted by a woman dressed in red robes , raising his rifle “who are you?” “Whyome I am your salvation you will free me from my stasis and you will gain power beyond what you can possibly comprehend “ thinking that power is needed “ where are you “ “follow the whispers and they will lead you to me” , following the whispers in to the darkness the got gradually louder standing outside a sealed door the door controls smashed and burnt out across the door a dark stain touching it with his had Whyome knew all too well that this was blood for long ago, ether the someone didn’t want whatever was in hear getting out or it was a game changer move the have what was inside worth dying for if needed , stepping back Whyome raised his rifle and changed the settings to a fine tight beam cutting his way through the doo would take time but in this part of the station coms nor sensors would pick up the weapons fire, after about 20 minutes of fire Whyome’s rifle gave out but the door was done still glowing around the last part of where the beam had sliced through all Whyome had to do was knock putting foot to door Whyome pushed and seconds after the door hit the deck with a loud thud dust bellowed up from the ground choking Whyome and blinding his sight placing his hand on his phaser pistol he slowly walked in to the room choking a little on the dust and stale air in the room.

Whyome proceeded further in to the room looking @ the floor he could see his foot prints on the floor he wondered how long this room had been left in this state something seemed off as if the time in this room had been changed looking over @ some of the crates Whyome ran his finger over the side “ Terran “ rubbing away more of the dust “ Oh my god “ the label had a bio contamination warning on rubbing away more dust from other boxes “ this isn’t good “ moving deeper in to the room stood a bone white tube like crate moving towards it “Whyome your almost there “ the image of the woman in red reappeared “ what am I supposed to do “ touching the bone white tube Whyome wiped off some of the dust to revile a woman in suspended animation her features so beautiful that any man would die for but looking closer hear ear’s there were like nothing ever seen before, “ release me from this place “ “how ?” “to the side of this prison there is a release “ scanning his hand around the side Whyome triggered the release, pressurised gas came from the seals blowing the dust from time past .

Whyome looking back @ the stasis tube saw in full the features of this woman - pail skin fair like a winters morning skin tight black clothing with what seemed like bone white armour plating over it the armour itself was like art inscribe runes and gems draped over her left arm red robes clipped on to the main body’s armour near the neck , she moved her eyes open and stared straight @ Whyome “hello” whyome said no reply came from the woman her hand moved forwards hear head turned towards whyome, reaching for his pistol Whyome was suddenly toss across the room in to the containers – with a soft voice “ I thank you for releasing me from this cell “ walking over to whyome she crouched next to him and whispered “ I’m Eleniel and I’m the second coming of the apocalypse fear me for I am death in carnet “ grabbing his blade Whyome thrust it in to Eleniel’s lower abdomen, “what have you done human “ staggering back “ you betrayed what you said witch now I take control of you and not you I “ looking with complete shock as Whyome stood back up wiping the blood that ran from his mouth, standing over her Eleniel laughed “ you think you can control me “ grabbing her by the neck Whyome lifted her to feet “ now listen you are mine and you will follow my command “ Eleniel had never felt like this before even in the heat of battle she felt fear for the first time this man this Whyome had caused her to back down with just a word “ I am your's Whyome from now till death it is my bond “ grabbing Whyomes head she created a link, pain rushed in to Whyome’s mind filled with images of vast citys & of ships so large & dark that they blocked the sun, this was a gift from a race so far advanced that what he had now was like a stick and stone , “ why did you show me this “ “ why you ask as I said I am yours now and your fight against your own kind is now mine “ Eleniel then collapsed on to Whyome “ rest my Empress “ lifting Eleniel on to his shoulder her carreyed her back to where he could get a comm signal “ Vanguard transport me directly to medical I’ve got a new guest “

_________________
=/\===================================/\=
Major General Whyome
A.T.F
Honer Guard detachment
Leader of House of QIbmey tug
A.K.S Takao

=/\===================================/\=

those that have lost there honor still fight but from the shadows
.
Bio


Top
 Profile  
 
PostPosted: Wed May 23rd, 2012 1:33 pm 
Offline
User avatar

Joined: Mon May 2nd, 2011 8:26 pm
Posts: 25458
Location: Reviving Khan...

Gold stood on the bridge of the IKS Kortak as the image of Terok Nor appeared on the viewscreen. It was an old station, in desperate need of repair work, but it belonged to them now, to the Empire. Their victory had been swift and decisive, the rebels surely couldn’t have seen the plan that the Empress and Prophet had carved out between them. It had been inspired, Gold had to admit that, he would have been proud to call it is own. They had dealt a crushing blow to the rebel war efforts, one that he wasn’t entirely convinced that they could recover from. The Empire would be safe here, for now. The rebels would need to go and lick their wounds, repair and rebuild their fleet, and try to revive what must be rock bottom morale amongst their followers. Things were bleak for Empire’s enemies, but the Empire was in the ascendency once again.


The encounter at the Shipyards had played out far quicker and easier than Gold or the Empire could have hoped for in their wildest dreams. While the plan had been genius, he was still amazed that the Rebels had sent such a small fleet to destroy the shipyards. Whilst it only had automated defences, and 2 ships should have been enough, Gold would have sent more if it had been his mission. Gold and the fleet had overwhelmed, embarrassed and annihilated all that had stood against them that day, it had been a glorious battle indeed. From start to finish, only 2 of the Warriors under his Command had died, and Gold had killed them himself! The Klingons had been wary of him at first, but he had proven himself in battle alongside them and they had accepted him as one of their own in the end.


The journey to Terok Nor had been uneventful, Gold had spent the bulk of his time in the ships mess hall dining with the crew, eating a mixture of gagh, bregit lung, pipius claw and, of course, copious amount of blood wine. The food he could stomach, some of it was actually quite delicious, however the blood wine had a fierce kick to it that was hard to handle. He held his own though, and this only deepened the bond between the crew and Gold. They sang songs together, M’Ghtok even creating a song about the battle at the Shipyards, and they generally enjoyed themselves while warping back to rendezvous with the fleet.



“M’Ghtok, signal the station that we have arrived”, Gold commanded, “and tell them to notify the Empress and Prophet that I have arrived and will report to them shortly”.


“Yes sir”, M’Ghtok answered, “the transmission has been sent and acknowledged”.


“It has been my honour to serve with you all in battle my fellow warriors”, Gold bellowed from the centre of the Kortak’s bridge. You have proven yourselves in battle, you’ve proven that you are warriors worthy of calling yourselves such and I am honoured to have fought at your side.”


With his farewells complete, Gold beamed aboard Terok Nor and made his way to find the Empress. Maybe he would be rewarded for his recent work, or maybe he would not, you could never be quite sure with the Empress…

_________________
ImageImageImageImageImage
Goldy & Mirra do not believe in a No Win Scenaro...
Biography of Gold & Crew - Captain & Crew Logs of the USS Mavrix


Top
 Profile  
 
PostPosted: Tue June 26th, 2012 2:11 am 
Offline
User avatar

Joined: Thu June 9th, 2011 2:10 am
Posts: 2978


Riana stood in shock as she stared at the ear ring that now lay on the floor in front of her. The ear ring she had not seen in over a decade, the one her lost love would have never been without.

“How…..why do you……Jerahd?”

The Prophet now motionless himself, looked down at what had been dropped from under his own cloak. He seemed to almost tremble as the images and memories came rushing back into his mind.

He looked up, slowly raising the hood that had so long masked his face. Slowly he walked towards the woman standing in front of him. He reached out, touching her softly on her cheek.
“My name is Lock Jerahd, I was born in 2371 in the Kendra Valley on the planet Bajor.”

Slowly she embraced him, the feelings and pain of the last decade melted from her heart and all time seemed to stop as she became one with the man she had so longed to hold.

“My parents, Jorahn and Allana were killed when I was three years old, their killer Gull Burrock was slain by my own hands four years later.”

Riana looked up with question, she had met his parents, they lived even today on Bajor, what had the Empress done to him.

“I fought in the resistance to free my people from the Cardassians, when I was fourteen we drove them from my home, we were free.”

They danced slowly, yet Riana didn’t understand any of this, something was wrong, it was him, his tender face, strong arms, the strength she remembered was there, what was wrong with him?

“After we met it was less than a year before we married, the dress you wore belonged to your mother, she had died just two years before, and your father told you she would have wanted you to wear it.”

She started shaking now, it was like he was talking about someone else, some other life in some other reality.

“Jerahd, we never married, you were taken, taken by the empire. Don’t you remember the day they came to Bajor? They said they would kill us all if you didn’t go willingly.”

Jerahd looked down into her eyes, he slowly leaned down kissing her softly, the kiss seemed to go on forever, their lips not wanting to escape each other’s touch.

As the kiss ended Lock touched his forehead with hers, laughing slowly, a sweet soft laugh Riana had thought she would never have heard again.

He Locked eyes with hers and smiled, ”I know, I may look like him, sound like him, in a way I am him, but I am not….”

Before he could finish what he was saying a single shot rang out, like thunder it echoed in the dark room that they shared. Riana fell into his arms and he suddenly could not breathe, like the life was being drained out of him as it was the one he held.

The laughing and contempt of the one who stood in front of them, the one who was responsible for all that had happened to him was unmistakable. The Empress’s eyes flared with fire and hatred as she looked on at the two who had just found each other again.

Lock screamed and in that moment he could feel her, his Nim, reaching through space and reality a force he could not explain left him impacting the Empress, she feel to her knee’s writhing in agaony.

“NOOOO!!!” the empress collapsed on the floor, her body shook as she seemed to lose all touch with those around her. Lock could feel it, she emitted no hold over him, others all over the Valkyrie fell to their knee’s as whatever power she had held was suddenly gone.

Lock looked down into Riana’s eyes, he felt her leaving this world, the shallow gasps told him all he needed to know. She looked into his eyes with so many questions, he had to let her know, had to accept the truth himself.

“I am not the man you knew, not the one you fell in love with all those years ago. I am Admiral Lock Jerahd of the USS Valkyrie, I was not born in this reality, I am……not the man you loved.”

Riana, even near death, smiled at him with the smile even he knew from the Riana of his own reality, the smile she gave him in that other life, when they had been together.

“Yes you are, you are him…..sing to me, sing the song I have not heard in all these years.”


Top
 Profile  
 
Display posts from previous:  Sort by  
Forum locked This topic is locked, you cannot edit posts or make further replies.  [ 186 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1 ... 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

All times are UTC + 1 hour [ DST ]


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 3 guests


You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot post attachments in this forum

Jump to:  
Powered by phpBB® Forum Software © phpBB Group