Loon's Lagoon (Obscene language will eventually emerge)
Feb 26, 2016 19:31:59 GMT
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Post by Loon on Feb 26, 2016 19:31:59 GMT
Legends and Myths: The Lost Fifteen, Parts 1-4
There is a myth floating in the ether, a tale of Fifteen. Fifteen deaths recorded, fifteen births unmade, fifteen galaxies lost. Fifteen million years undone by a single action, an action that would start the gradual end of the Universe. The day the stars aligned, and all of the evils in the Universe broke out of their Heck.
~*~
“Cines, where did you say you put the cheese?” Dectus asked as he walked into the cockpit.
“Oh, I meant to tell you that Tebewen ate all of it last night,” Cines answered.
“You’re kidding me. It literally had my name on it!” Dectus slammed his hand into the wall.
“Look, Cheese-Whiz, you can’t keep all of the cheese to yourself.”
“Uh, yeah, I can, especially if I wa –”
A resounding crash echoed through the ship as it rocked heavily. Cines could see a conglomeration of space debris gathered two kilometers away from the craft, growing ever closer and more ominous, as it spun erratically, unaffected by the gravity of the situation.
“Paging all crewmembers, check for exterior and interior damage. Darnou, check the engine and make sure that we didn’t suck something in,” Cines boomed into the intercom as he struggled to put on his captain’s jacket. “Dectus, with me.”
“Where we goin’?” Dectus asked as he strapped on his guns.
“Outside, to make sure that we don’t have any visitors.”
“Captain,” Beedis’ voice muttered through the intercom, “we have… guests. In the living quarters.”
Cines froze. “They have teleportation tech. Do not leave anything of importance unguarded, and put your back to a corner. Don’t trust the shadows, don’t blink, and whatever you do, do not trust them,” he told his crew, talking directly into their earpieces.
“Dectus, guard this console until I return. If I say anything out of the ordinary, or mention trusting our ‘visitors,’ shoot me.”
Dectus nodded with understanding and conviction. He backed into a corner and opened his eyes as wide as they would go, flipping a switch to completely illuminate the room.
~*~
“Gentlemen, how can I help you?” Cines asked as he walked into the living quarters of his craft, sizing up the new guests.
There were fifteen, each sporting a number of battle wounds, bare flesh ripped apart like paper. Flaps of skin hung from these, and blood slowly oozed out of the gaping holes in their bodies.
“H…help u-us,” one of them stuttered, as he collapsed to the floor.
He was shortly followed by the majority of his party, except for one, who stood strong, in all appearance like a great warrior out of legend.
“We are wounded. Could you hold us within your ship for a few hours while our bodies heal?” The one spoke, his eloquent voice echoing throughout the room.
Cines watched with fascinated horror as one of the wounds stitched itself together, mending flesh and making it appear as flawless as the skin of a newborn.
“Uh, yeah, sur–look why are you here? Why did you teleport onto my ship?”
“We were in need of a brief period of relaxation to heal and re-orient. Fighting through time can leave your mind in shambles, which means you have to take brief breaks between each battle.”
“Time? Did you say time?”
“Indubitably. But your mortal mind could not comprehend what that entails, so I will not deign to explain it to you. Now, will you grant us quarterage, or will we be forced to disown you of this ship?” the leader asked, as he slightly raised his weapon.
“No, no, just… just don’t kill anyone and we’ll be good.” Cines backed off slowly, signaling Beedis to follow him back to the cockpit.
“Why would we kill you? We would merely throw you out into space and let nature decide your fate. Foolish creatures….” The leader muttered as he walked over to a chair and sat down, his weapon mysteriously disappearing.
“Look, captain, I don’t see why we need to allow these folk ‘quarterage’ or whatever the heck that is. Why don’t we just shoot ‘em and get on with our business?” Beedis whined, his usually grating voice lightening to a wheedling tone.
“Because, Beedis, those people have an indescribable air, and I for one don’t want to cross them,” Cines answered without breaking his brisk walk.
Just as they were nearing the cockpit, they heard a scream from within.
“Dectus!” Cines shouted, jumping over a series of small crates slightly blocking the path. As he opened the door to the dark room, he looked around for Dectus’ familiar form.
“Yes, Cines Gindrager?” Dectus answered, his now-white eyes glowing with an unnatural luminescence. “Can you feel the Light?”
“Get back!” Cines screeched, as he shoved Beedis back down the hallway.
“The Light is coming for you, Cines. It’s been looking for you for a long, long time. You can’t run any longer, Cines. It’s found you.” Dectus reached out, his hands claw-like and deformed.
“Beedis, run!”
Beedis ran down the hallway with a speed that belied his aged frame, his long grey hair flowing in the wind generated by his frantic hobble. Cines, in his own sprint, quickly overtook him and dragged him along, until they reached the living quarters.
“What did you do to my crew?” Cines screamed, grabbing the tall warrior as he quickly rose from his chair.
“Unhand me at once, creature,” the warrior slapped Cines’ hands away like someone would brush an errant hair out of their face.
“I know not what you speak of. Neither I nor my team has tried to enforce any change upon your crew.”
“Then why is Dectus preaching about ‘the Light’ or whatever? And why does he have glowing eyes?” Cines screeched.
Out here, your crew was your family. Most of the time was spent traveling in an empty vacuum, so the only company you had was the one you brought along. Not to mention the inevitable terrors one would go through in an unpatrolled and lawless area such as space.
“What did you say?” The warrior’s eyes dilated with a fresh horror.
“He’s… talking about the Light and how it’s looking for me and his eyes are glowing white– look, why is this happening?”
The warrior sighed, “It is as I feared. The Light has followed us, and corrupted your friend to its terrible will. We need to leave, now.” He snapped his fingers and immediately his comrades awoke, standing at attention with half-mended wounds still throbbing.
“The Light has discovered us. We must abandon this place immediately.”
“Wait, you have to help Dectus!” Cines grabbed the arm of the warrior.
The warrior’s face softened. “Very well, child. I will help your friend, but then we must go before more of your crew are put in danger.”
He began to walk towards the cockpit, strolling with no apparent hurry, almost like he was walking along a flower-strewn path towards his home.
Dectus, like an apparition, appeared suddenly, his eyes still shining bright with Light.
“I am Daarthurak, Hellwalker, Honored Denizen of the Dark. Who art thou?” The warrior asked, as a blade materialized in his hand.
“I am the Eighth Mind of the Light. You cannot stop your final evolution.” Dectus answered with a beautiful voice that enticed you to trust him, to surrender yourself to his will.
“Shame. I wish I had not seen you until later in your timeline, for you are yet young. However, that will not stop me from erasing you from All.” Daarthurak spoke, raising his blade.
“Smite me, and watch as a Rift forms from my corpse.” The Eighth smiled.
“You lie, creature. You have no power here.”
“Would you risk this galaxy because of your arrogance, Dark-slave?”
Cines blinked with confusion. What was a Dark-slave?
“You are no better, creature. You are just as much of a slave as you think I am, despite whatever lies your rulers will tell you. Indubitably, they consider you unworthy to even lick their boots,” Daarthurak replied.
“Oooooooh, you just got burned!” one of Daarthurak’s companions yelled, waving his arms about like a madman.
“Silence yourself, Erethebor,” Daarthurak raised his hand towards his comrade in a gesture meant to quiet. “What is it you wish, creature? Why would you impose yourself on such a small mind?”
“I want you. You have refuted the authority of the Light long enough, Child,” the Mind spoke, as his eyes seemed to glow even brighter.
“The Light has no authority here, creature. Your insolence is unforgivable, so I must punish you.” Daarthurak reached out, as the shadows followed his motions and began to wrap around The Mind.
“You will never command my will!”
The Mind lashed out with Light, deflecting the shadows and illuminating the entire corridor.
His attack launched Daarthurak and his compatriots back along the hallway from whence they came. Erethebor retaliated even while in mid-flight, the shattered remnants of the Dark gathering together and retaking a large portion of the claustrophobic walls.
“You ain’t got ‘nuff swag,” he said, as the shadows ran along the walls toward The Mind. As they encroached his vessel, he began to retreat to the cockpit.
“Let him return to the room that guides this craft, while we decide how to exorcise him from the body of his vessel,” Daarthurak said, as he turned from the ongoing fight.
Cines was both terrified and confused. These were obviously beings beyond his understanding, but they were also completely casual about the use of their power. The fifteen beings were quite apparently upon the edges of their metaphorical seats, nerves shining through despite their best efforts to hide them. He began to feel the oncoming headache that he usually associated with danger and events beyond his understanding.
“What are we going to do about Dectus?” Cines asked Daarthurak, worry shining in his eyes.
“Yo, you need to chill fam. We got this, like, under our control, man.” Erethebor clapped him on the back, his taps almost throwing Cines to the floor.
“Ignore his particular vernacular, my child. I fail to understand the majority of that which emerges from his lips,” one of the fifteen jested, a smile decorating her face.
Cines laughed nervously. It would be rude to be irresponsive, and he did not want to appear rude to these…creatures.
“I would recommend an immediate exorcism, followed by a complete erasure of all memories retained by the crewmembers who have interacted with this creature,” Daarthurak spoke to his comrades.
The sound of liquid hitting the floor and retching filled the living quarters.
Daarthurak spun around, only to see the female comrade gored through the heart by a dagger of pure Light.
Cines smiled a luminous smile, as he ripped the blade free from the flesh, accompanied by a moan of pain and the thud of a lifeless body hitting the ground.
There is a myth floating in the ether, a tale of Fifteen. Fifteen deaths recorded, fifteen births unmade, fifteen galaxies lost. Fifteen million years undone by a single action, an action that would start the gradual end of the Universe. The day the stars aligned, and all of the evils in the Universe broke out of their Heck.
~*~
“Cines, where did you say you put the cheese?” Dectus asked as he walked into the cockpit.
“Oh, I meant to tell you that Tebewen ate all of it last night,” Cines answered.
“You’re kidding me. It literally had my name on it!” Dectus slammed his hand into the wall.
“Look, Cheese-Whiz, you can’t keep all of the cheese to yourself.”
“Uh, yeah, I can, especially if I wa –”
A resounding crash echoed through the ship as it rocked heavily. Cines could see a conglomeration of space debris gathered two kilometers away from the craft, growing ever closer and more ominous, as it spun erratically, unaffected by the gravity of the situation.
“Paging all crewmembers, check for exterior and interior damage. Darnou, check the engine and make sure that we didn’t suck something in,” Cines boomed into the intercom as he struggled to put on his captain’s jacket. “Dectus, with me.”
“Where we goin’?” Dectus asked as he strapped on his guns.
“Outside, to make sure that we don’t have any visitors.”
“Captain,” Beedis’ voice muttered through the intercom, “we have… guests. In the living quarters.”
Cines froze. “They have teleportation tech. Do not leave anything of importance unguarded, and put your back to a corner. Don’t trust the shadows, don’t blink, and whatever you do, do not trust them,” he told his crew, talking directly into their earpieces.
“Dectus, guard this console until I return. If I say anything out of the ordinary, or mention trusting our ‘visitors,’ shoot me.”
Dectus nodded with understanding and conviction. He backed into a corner and opened his eyes as wide as they would go, flipping a switch to completely illuminate the room.
~*~
“Gentlemen, how can I help you?” Cines asked as he walked into the living quarters of his craft, sizing up the new guests.
There were fifteen, each sporting a number of battle wounds, bare flesh ripped apart like paper. Flaps of skin hung from these, and blood slowly oozed out of the gaping holes in their bodies.
“H…help u-us,” one of them stuttered, as he collapsed to the floor.
He was shortly followed by the majority of his party, except for one, who stood strong, in all appearance like a great warrior out of legend.
“We are wounded. Could you hold us within your ship for a few hours while our bodies heal?” The one spoke, his eloquent voice echoing throughout the room.
Cines watched with fascinated horror as one of the wounds stitched itself together, mending flesh and making it appear as flawless as the skin of a newborn.
“Uh, yeah, sur–look why are you here? Why did you teleport onto my ship?”
“We were in need of a brief period of relaxation to heal and re-orient. Fighting through time can leave your mind in shambles, which means you have to take brief breaks between each battle.”
“Time? Did you say time?”
“Indubitably. But your mortal mind could not comprehend what that entails, so I will not deign to explain it to you. Now, will you grant us quarterage, or will we be forced to disown you of this ship?” the leader asked, as he slightly raised his weapon.
“No, no, just… just don’t kill anyone and we’ll be good.” Cines backed off slowly, signaling Beedis to follow him back to the cockpit.
“Why would we kill you? We would merely throw you out into space and let nature decide your fate. Foolish creatures….” The leader muttered as he walked over to a chair and sat down, his weapon mysteriously disappearing.
“Look, captain, I don’t see why we need to allow these folk ‘quarterage’ or whatever the heck that is. Why don’t we just shoot ‘em and get on with our business?” Beedis whined, his usually grating voice lightening to a wheedling tone.
“Because, Beedis, those people have an indescribable air, and I for one don’t want to cross them,” Cines answered without breaking his brisk walk.
Just as they were nearing the cockpit, they heard a scream from within.
“Dectus!” Cines shouted, jumping over a series of small crates slightly blocking the path. As he opened the door to the dark room, he looked around for Dectus’ familiar form.
“Yes, Cines Gindrager?” Dectus answered, his now-white eyes glowing with an unnatural luminescence. “Can you feel the Light?”
“Get back!” Cines screeched, as he shoved Beedis back down the hallway.
“The Light is coming for you, Cines. It’s been looking for you for a long, long time. You can’t run any longer, Cines. It’s found you.” Dectus reached out, his hands claw-like and deformed.
“Beedis, run!”
Beedis ran down the hallway with a speed that belied his aged frame, his long grey hair flowing in the wind generated by his frantic hobble. Cines, in his own sprint, quickly overtook him and dragged him along, until they reached the living quarters.
“What did you do to my crew?” Cines screamed, grabbing the tall warrior as he quickly rose from his chair.
“Unhand me at once, creature,” the warrior slapped Cines’ hands away like someone would brush an errant hair out of their face.
“I know not what you speak of. Neither I nor my team has tried to enforce any change upon your crew.”
“Then why is Dectus preaching about ‘the Light’ or whatever? And why does he have glowing eyes?” Cines screeched.
Out here, your crew was your family. Most of the time was spent traveling in an empty vacuum, so the only company you had was the one you brought along. Not to mention the inevitable terrors one would go through in an unpatrolled and lawless area such as space.
“What did you say?” The warrior’s eyes dilated with a fresh horror.
“He’s… talking about the Light and how it’s looking for me and his eyes are glowing white– look, why is this happening?”
The warrior sighed, “It is as I feared. The Light has followed us, and corrupted your friend to its terrible will. We need to leave, now.” He snapped his fingers and immediately his comrades awoke, standing at attention with half-mended wounds still throbbing.
“The Light has discovered us. We must abandon this place immediately.”
“Wait, you have to help Dectus!” Cines grabbed the arm of the warrior.
The warrior’s face softened. “Very well, child. I will help your friend, but then we must go before more of your crew are put in danger.”
He began to walk towards the cockpit, strolling with no apparent hurry, almost like he was walking along a flower-strewn path towards his home.
Dectus, like an apparition, appeared suddenly, his eyes still shining bright with Light.
“I am Daarthurak, Hellwalker, Honored Denizen of the Dark. Who art thou?” The warrior asked, as a blade materialized in his hand.
“I am the Eighth Mind of the Light. You cannot stop your final evolution.” Dectus answered with a beautiful voice that enticed you to trust him, to surrender yourself to his will.
“Shame. I wish I had not seen you until later in your timeline, for you are yet young. However, that will not stop me from erasing you from All.” Daarthurak spoke, raising his blade.
“Smite me, and watch as a Rift forms from my corpse.” The Eighth smiled.
“You lie, creature. You have no power here.”
“Would you risk this galaxy because of your arrogance, Dark-slave?”
Cines blinked with confusion. What was a Dark-slave?
“You are no better, creature. You are just as much of a slave as you think I am, despite whatever lies your rulers will tell you. Indubitably, they consider you unworthy to even lick their boots,” Daarthurak replied.
“Oooooooh, you just got burned!” one of Daarthurak’s companions yelled, waving his arms about like a madman.
“Silence yourself, Erethebor,” Daarthurak raised his hand towards his comrade in a gesture meant to quiet. “What is it you wish, creature? Why would you impose yourself on such a small mind?”
“I want you. You have refuted the authority of the Light long enough, Child,” the Mind spoke, as his eyes seemed to glow even brighter.
“The Light has no authority here, creature. Your insolence is unforgivable, so I must punish you.” Daarthurak reached out, as the shadows followed his motions and began to wrap around The Mind.
“You will never command my will!”
The Mind lashed out with Light, deflecting the shadows and illuminating the entire corridor.
His attack launched Daarthurak and his compatriots back along the hallway from whence they came. Erethebor retaliated even while in mid-flight, the shattered remnants of the Dark gathering together and retaking a large portion of the claustrophobic walls.
“You ain’t got ‘nuff swag,” he said, as the shadows ran along the walls toward The Mind. As they encroached his vessel, he began to retreat to the cockpit.
“Let him return to the room that guides this craft, while we decide how to exorcise him from the body of his vessel,” Daarthurak said, as he turned from the ongoing fight.
Cines was both terrified and confused. These were obviously beings beyond his understanding, but they were also completely casual about the use of their power. The fifteen beings were quite apparently upon the edges of their metaphorical seats, nerves shining through despite their best efforts to hide them. He began to feel the oncoming headache that he usually associated with danger and events beyond his understanding.
“What are we going to do about Dectus?” Cines asked Daarthurak, worry shining in his eyes.
“Yo, you need to chill fam. We got this, like, under our control, man.” Erethebor clapped him on the back, his taps almost throwing Cines to the floor.
“Ignore his particular vernacular, my child. I fail to understand the majority of that which emerges from his lips,” one of the fifteen jested, a smile decorating her face.
Cines laughed nervously. It would be rude to be irresponsive, and he did not want to appear rude to these…creatures.
“I would recommend an immediate exorcism, followed by a complete erasure of all memories retained by the crewmembers who have interacted with this creature,” Daarthurak spoke to his comrades.
The sound of liquid hitting the floor and retching filled the living quarters.
Daarthurak spun around, only to see the female comrade gored through the heart by a dagger of pure Light.
Cines smiled a luminous smile, as he ripped the blade free from the flesh, accompanied by a moan of pain and the thud of a lifeless body hitting the ground.