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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 27 2010, 10:57 PM (203 Views) | |
| Lord Atlas | Oct 27 2010, 10:57 PM Post #1 |
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Imperious Nebula, Atlas Sphere, Continent 19, Research Facility 120: The clean pristine hallways gleam as the midday sun lances through the high windows, black robed priest hurriedly go about their business. This facility sits in a complex of dozens of such buildings all busily pumping out new weapon systems for the Titan Empire. The events of the Civil War seem nonexistent here in this place of science and technology. The insane proclamations of Regent Circe rarely reach any open consoles in this facility. Deep in one of research labs a group of priest stand about a man who hovers over a console furiously entering calculations and figures. Some of the priest use holopads to take notes, while others look up at a massive monitor that is linked to the console and nod approvingly. As they huddle about the man the doors of the lab open, two black armored Jaffa in dragon helms enter the room and stand on guard near the doors as a tall, well attired priest enters. One of the other priests looks up from the console and says, “All hail the High Priest, all hail Pericles.” The other priest stops what they’re doing and bow as the High Priest of Atlas enters the room. All bow but the man at the console who looks annoyed at the interruption. Pericles smoothly flows into the room and looks up the formulas on the screen as he says, “It is nice to see that captivity has not dulled your keen scientific mind Lord Raz’hek.” Pericles looks at him and says, “You may be aware that since your capture at Bastion, things have changed considerably.” Pericles looks at the priest gathered in the room and makes a dismissive gesture. The priest all bow and file from the room, past the Jaffa whose dragon helms swivel on their necks looking down at the priest. Pericles sits on a stool as he says, “The Emperor is dead, Atlas had perished, his brother now rules the Empire, but he has not the faintest idea what he is REALLY in command of.” Pericles pulls a datapad from his robe and handing it to Raz’hek says, “These are your release orders, as requested by the First Prime of Atlas, Achilles, he seems to have a master war plan and you are a part of it, all you need do is take your fleet and recapture your former holdings.” Pericles stands and looking over his shoulder and says, “You will find a clearance code to exit the Sphere past Circe’s lockdown, and your new flagship, an “Attila” Class ship, we cannot send you out there in any old ship now can we?” Pericles looks sinister as he says, “Welcome back Lord Raz’hek, may Atlas have mercy on you……..” |
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| Razh'ek | Oct 28 2010, 11:13 AM Post #2 |
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Razh'ek's fingers fly as if controlled by a different entity, eyes glued to the flashing figures and calculations on the console and large holo-screen in front of him. A group of priests are huddled around the large mass of Unas, taking notes on calculations that had been baffling them for years. Razh'ek hears the doors behind him open. "All hail the High Priest, all hail Pericles." Always interrupting, Razh'ek thought. This is why his work has taken so long to complete. Especially his secret side projects. "It is nice to see that captivity has not dulled your keen scientific mind Lord Raz'hek." Pericles looks at him and says, "You may be aware that since your capture at Bastion, things have changed considerably." Razh'ek is annoyed at the interruption, "Once again Pericles, you interrupt important work. What do you want?" Razh'ek continues to enter a few more calculations, and stops with a push of a button, executing the finished update. Pericles orders the priest to leave, and steps down from the steps, taking a seat on a stool next to the console, "The Emperor is dead, Atlas had perished, his brother now rules the Empire, but he has not the faintest idea what he is REALLY in command of." Razh'ek looks confused, yet confident, "I know of this. Prometheus now rules, but is blind towards his own true power. Why are you telling me this?" Razh'ek fixes a menacing stare on Pericles. Pericles pulls a datapad from his robe and handing it to Raz'hek says, "These are your release orders, as requested by the First Prime of Atlas, Achilles, he seems to have a master war plan and you are a part of it, all you need do is take your fleet and recapture your former holdings." Razh'ek chuckles quietly, "So I am to be under the command of a First Prime? What has the empire come to?" Pericles stands and looking over his shoulder and says, "You will find a clearance code to exit the Sphere past Circe's lockdown, and your new flagship, an "Attila" Class ship, (Razh'ek looks surprised) we cannot send you out there in any old ship now can we?" "Then I suppose thanks are in order", Razh'ek expresses a deep chuckle while Pericles rises to leave, and says with contempt, "High Priest". Pericles looks sinister, still tolerating Razh'eks comment, as he says, "Welcome back Lord Raz'hek, may Atlas have mercy on you... ..." As Pericles and the Jaffa leaves the room, Razh'ek turns back to the console. Although he will miss the access to the amazing labs on the Atlas Sphere, he is free. In return, he must be a part of Achilles' plans. A small pittance considering his work on the Atlas Sphere, they would not have gotten this far without him. As he intends to leave immediately, Razh'ek turns toward the door. Yet, before exiting he enters a few more commands on the console; All of his personal works and a few others are downloaded to his own datapad. It is now that his plans can come into fruition. Razh'ek thinks to himself, 'We have similar goals, the empire and I. For now, personal gain put aside, I will follow. For now.' Razh'ek leaves the room with his datapad, exiting the Sphere with his new Attila Class Ha'tak and a new crew. The second coming of death, destruction, the Dis'tra Kek, has finally arrived. Edited by Razh'ek, Jan 8 2011, 02:24 AM.
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