Post by Admiral Hart on Mar 4, 2009 15:37:27 GMT -5
Black Screen, Clara's Voice--"Once, we were afraid. Cowering before the god that had made us. The god of Science and Man."
The Orphans stand on a bloody field, the bodies of UE soldiers almost hip deep around them.
"But now, the gods of Man cower before me."
Clara, surrounded by fire in her mental landscape, which is now a dense forest. The forest then bursts into flames.
"And nothing can stop the Mage War."
Captain Hart, on deck, the Plunder is flying down to a frozen expanse, ice as far as the eye can see. "Europa. Where we find our prize."
A truly massive ship is visible, teardrop shaped and made entirely of starmetal, black and bronze and brown paint flaking away from it, scaffolding covering it and even now signs of bits being torn off by heavy construction equipment.
Hart, Jane, Dane, Andromeda, Morgan, Cook, Thorn, Lyra, and Miller are all on deck of a huge, round chamber, glowing lights floating above indentations in the walls, in shock.
A young, female, british voice--"And so, it begins. The Reckoning. The Purge. What would you have me do...Captain?"
A flash of images--T.K. stumbling back from an arcane, alien computer, holding his head, information still streaming into his goggles; Cassi sobbing, and in the next image, her on a battle field, slaying Mamba, dressed in black with her hair up; Jane being hooked up to a complex throne-machine, and console lights flashing on all around the circular chamber; Morgan punching Clara with his grav knuckles, her face healing and them punching him back, hard enough he slams into a wall; Miller and Christian in a deadly brawl, both covered in cuts and slashes; Dane in a tuxedo with a very large gun; Christian kissing Isabel Martinez; Cook, punching a guy; A black haired, gold-eyed man with a sweet roll in his mouth, giving a startled look at Dagger; Eve, smirking in triumph; Cottonmouth and Asp on a ship's bridge, looking sinister; Katy recoiling from a heavy blow; Captain Hart, stumbling back in the circular room, a bright blue-white glow emitting from her empty eyesocket; Andromeda in a ballroom, surrounded by ghostly figures; Alex in Thorn's bed, a bemused expression on her face at the shocked, fully dressed Thorn, wearing nothing but a sheet; Lyra, battered and bruised tied to a chair while a blue metal hand slaps her; Annabelle LeValle, leaving the Tribunal chamber coated in blood, the Prime Minister's sash around her; Aphrodite turning in shock and seeing Clara waiting for her in her chambers, glowing with fire and a sadistic smile on her face.
The screen goes black again, and fades to Captain Hart, standing before a shimmering, glowing portal, a blue glow under her eyepatch. She has a scar on her cheek. She steps through, and is now in a volcanic cave, molten lava running along side passages, and three glowing, purple eyes staring at her from deeper within.
Clara's voice, altered and distorted. "I've been waiting for you." A large, red and white furred paw grips the granite wall and crumbles it to dust. "Mother."
Then everything fades again.
"Great." The young, female, british voice says. "Ship-o-the line with thousands of dedicated years of military service under my belt, and here I am, a pirate."
COMING SOON fades into view on the screen.
"This is bollocks." The voice adds.
The Orphans stand on a bloody field, the bodies of UE soldiers almost hip deep around them.
"But now, the gods of Man cower before me."
Clara, surrounded by fire in her mental landscape, which is now a dense forest. The forest then bursts into flames.
"And nothing can stop the Mage War."
Captain Hart, on deck, the Plunder is flying down to a frozen expanse, ice as far as the eye can see. "Europa. Where we find our prize."
A truly massive ship is visible, teardrop shaped and made entirely of starmetal, black and bronze and brown paint flaking away from it, scaffolding covering it and even now signs of bits being torn off by heavy construction equipment.
Hart, Jane, Dane, Andromeda, Morgan, Cook, Thorn, Lyra, and Miller are all on deck of a huge, round chamber, glowing lights floating above indentations in the walls, in shock.
A young, female, british voice--"And so, it begins. The Reckoning. The Purge. What would you have me do...Captain?"
A flash of images--T.K. stumbling back from an arcane, alien computer, holding his head, information still streaming into his goggles; Cassi sobbing, and in the next image, her on a battle field, slaying Mamba, dressed in black with her hair up; Jane being hooked up to a complex throne-machine, and console lights flashing on all around the circular chamber; Morgan punching Clara with his grav knuckles, her face healing and them punching him back, hard enough he slams into a wall; Miller and Christian in a deadly brawl, both covered in cuts and slashes; Dane in a tuxedo with a very large gun; Christian kissing Isabel Martinez; Cook, punching a guy; A black haired, gold-eyed man with a sweet roll in his mouth, giving a startled look at Dagger; Eve, smirking in triumph; Cottonmouth and Asp on a ship's bridge, looking sinister; Katy recoiling from a heavy blow; Captain Hart, stumbling back in the circular room, a bright blue-white glow emitting from her empty eyesocket; Andromeda in a ballroom, surrounded by ghostly figures; Alex in Thorn's bed, a bemused expression on her face at the shocked, fully dressed Thorn, wearing nothing but a sheet; Lyra, battered and bruised tied to a chair while a blue metal hand slaps her; Annabelle LeValle, leaving the Tribunal chamber coated in blood, the Prime Minister's sash around her; Aphrodite turning in shock and seeing Clara waiting for her in her chambers, glowing with fire and a sadistic smile on her face.
The screen goes black again, and fades to Captain Hart, standing before a shimmering, glowing portal, a blue glow under her eyepatch. She has a scar on her cheek. She steps through, and is now in a volcanic cave, molten lava running along side passages, and three glowing, purple eyes staring at her from deeper within.
Clara's voice, altered and distorted. "I've been waiting for you." A large, red and white furred paw grips the granite wall and crumbles it to dust. "Mother."
Then everything fades again.
"Great." The young, female, british voice says. "Ship-o-the line with thousands of dedicated years of military service under my belt, and here I am, a pirate."
COMING SOON fades into view on the screen.
"This is bollocks." The voice adds.