OH, lol. Yes, intentional Han Solo crack. You got me. :P
OH, lol. Yes, intentional Han Solo crack. You got me. :P
A rogue Progenitor running about in a rogue Sajuuk and controlling a rogue strain of the Beast.
And now, enter the worst thing of all: rogue hormones.
Life does get worse after all lol!
Keep it up! (Despite all the earlier hints, like Makaan's surprising openness to Noreena in previous chapters regarding sensitive issues, this chapter still comes as an unexpected surprise though...)
VO1DS post made me laugh.
great chapter DC, not really shocking, but still suprising.
Thanks guys. Atma, that was so funny. And Void's emoticon...heh.
Glad to see this was just surprising enough, but not so much to hit completely out of the blue.
yaknow, i kinda expected something like this from the very beggining. but that kinda died out from the chapter where the son (cant remember the name) was shot. noreena and him seemed to get a lot closer after that chapter and so this result had kinda slipped into the back of my mind.
good job with it though, well played out.
This is one turning point for Legacies now. Will it morph into:
A) Ashoran continues his attacks and strains Hiigaran/Vaygr forces to their limits. Amidst this tremendous crisis, love blossoms and demonstrates that even war cannot extinguish the flames.
B) Makaan's crush becomes a side-note, a sort of "Just stay safe Noreena," "You too," kind of thing while the Alliance goes on to retaliate against Ashoran.
C) Deep throws in those trademark "twists when you least expected it," leading to an indeterminate outcome regarding the sparks and the effects both from and on the continuing war.
If it must be A, (Which I personally dislike...) then please pull it off such that it doesn't become one of those sloppy romance flicks with template-based storylines. (Love overcoming all odds + lots of cheesy detail, you get the point )
Oh I got a few more things going on. This is just a B-plot. Did you honestly think I'd sacrifice the Ashoran thing for a love story? :P Please. If I wanted a love story as the A-plot, Ash wouldn't even be here.
I hate sloppy romance flicks. I could pull the love overcomes war shit, but I refuse to do so in that kind of manner. I usually like the stories where romance is just one aspect of the plot, not the dominating element. This might explain why I have a dislike for the way Lucas handled Anakin and Padme's love story in Attack of the Clones. *gag*
At this point in time it'll probably wind up this mix of A, B, and C. Let's just say the craziest action is yet to come...and there's going to be good reason for Nor to need a lover.
That was more of a good idea executed horribly. The basic premise of showing the young jedi losing control of his emotions and then being manipulated by them could have made very compelling viewing, but someone let big George loose on the script.This might explain why I have a dislike for the way Lucas handled Anakin and Padme's love story in Attack of the Clones. *gag*
Which brings me onto the main point: It doesn't matter how the romance part of the plot is handled provided it is handled well.
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Reality is only a special case of imagination
Amen Unkn0wn. Yes, Lucas could've taken that same concept and worked it out beautifully. Instead we get sappy lines only a truly in-puppy-love couple on God knows what recreational substances would've considered "good."
But I do like the premise--him falling under his emotions, rather than controlling them as every other Jedi should. And at the same time, we see "is that such a bad thing after all?" Shame it couldn't have been executed better.
And yes, that is my stance on love stories. Do them well, and it won't matter what angle you're using. Do 'em badly, and oh yeah, we'll see the formula a mile away.
Personally i thought Anakin was abit whiney myself.
I completely agree. i just finished with an epilogue, my big sonic fanficiotn, which is a romance. apparently it's really good, so i know how to write a proper romance. and yes, yes Anakin sucked immensely in Star wars ep1,2 and 33. i mean he was out acted by his LEGO counterpart,for qwaar-jet's sake.And yes, that is my stance on love stories. Do them well, and it won't matter what angle you're using. Do 'em badly, and oh yeah, we'll see the formula a mile away
good chapters, thats what i meant by cross species romance! :P there you go, I spotted it a mile off. *is all self proud now*
anyway, i'll shut up and write my ficceh like a good boy *shuffles off*
"Every mind became focused on the true Origin of our people. Every effort, on the construction of the ship that would seek it out, among the stars."
Fanfiction: Homeworld: The Mothership Sails to Hiigara
A damn sight better than anything from the past 3 Star Wars films.how does lego act?
And a little random, but is anyone else getting an image of Lucius Malfoy from the Harry Potter films when they hear chrome's decriptions of Makaan?
...no definately NOT getting an image of Lucius Malfoy from Harry Potter when I hear Chrome's descriptions of Makaan...
random Smiley: :moose:
I think her avvy and sig pretty much remove any room for guessing.
No, Lucius isn't quite right for Mak IMHO. The look is indeed similar, but the attitude...no. Malfoy's a cultured slimeball...and Mak was honorable enough to get Zalnitz off Talia....and to have a dislike for ADW-bombing planets. Put Lucius in Mak's tank, and he'd have cared less about that kind of thing.
But yes, my sig and avatar could've left that impression.
(It bears mentioning that someone else's interpetation of Makaan could easily make him out to be like Lucius. So, it's possible. It's just not the way I'm writing him.)
Mak is (or rather was) a villan but he had principles and honor which goes far in a villans book so,i would have to say he is more of a antihero.
Chrome, that's some of the most freaking addictive stuff I've ever read
I'm not big on professional critiques, but staying up until 6am so I could finish reading the whole thing (I read part II then I in less than 12 hours :/) was pretty well worth it. Love how the detail and action continues throughout the story, and rather than fading seems to intensify...
I almost saw Mak as looking more like a cross between Chrome's avvy and BigWeld from Robots... probably just because I've been watching it so much lately, but that's the image I'm getting. LOL@Noreena's first attempt at putting on the suit too.
Time for me to read it again and then :snore:
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Wow, Hiig, nice to see you here. Thanks for the comments.
Omega that is more or less what I've made Mak into--an anti-hero. He's not bad anymore, but he's not a Boy Scout either. (Frankly I prefer the ones who are less Boy Scout-ish and more real in the heroics department. Sometimes real heroism is realizing you've gone the wrong way and trying to fix it...)
New chapters will come EVEN-FRIGGING-TUALLY. I say it in caps because I'm running into one of those "I gotta rewrite it AGAIN?!" situations. Bleh. X_X Fortunately, once I get this one done, I think it'll get a bit easier, so I may be able to make up for slowed up weeks soon. Sorry for the holdup, but quality demands time.
No worries take your time.
LEGACIES MEGA-CHAPTER SPECIAAAAAL! COME ONE! COME ALL!
*gasp gasp gasp*
Uh, yeah. Read. READ!!
Noreena strapped the large sheath to her right thigh, then picked up the large Beastslayer knife lying atop her bed, and slid it into the sheath. She then double-checked her holstered sidearm, looking over its power indicators and safety light. Both indicated the weapon was at full power, and had its safety on.
She bent to reach inside her boots, which held two sheathed stiletto daggers neatly hidden between them and her legs. She lifted them easily out of their hiding place. Nodding her approval at their sharpness, she carefully returned them to their special compartments.
Okay, I think we’re loaded. Fitting that a Vaygr tour HAS to involve carrying weaponry.
She straightened, and strode to her quarters’ mirror. A grin cracked across her face; she still couldn't believe how sexy her outfit made her look. Her old off-duty clothing, a tattered Worker coverall with the sleeves cut off to let the Somtaaw tattoo on her left arm show for all and sundry, just wouldn't impress the Vaygr. She'd gone on a desperate raid of the Kuun-Lan's thrift store, and had made a miraculous find.
She now wore a full-body jumpsuit of glistening black latex with a matching trench coat. To her surprise she'd also discovered a pair of matching latex gloves in the coat's left pocket. To her glee, her usual uniform boots matched the outfit so perfectly that nobody would guess they were the same pair that she'd been wearing while on duty.
She continued her inspection of her new clothing as she plucked a black bandanna off her bed. Then she carefully tied it around her head so that the Beastslayer logo she'd had Risco silkscreen onto it would sit right over her forehead.
There. That makes up for the lack of hair. Now, let's see about the rest of me here...
She leaned forwards and squinted at her face. Wirehead life had paled her complexion to one shade away from pure white, causing her green eyes and copper brows to blaze brilliantly in her now bony face. Tanktime had also stripped considerable muscle and bulk off her frame, turning her into a lean pole of a woman. She scowled. She had never liked the emanciated look, and liked it even less now that her body sported it. At least she could finally pull off the latex-clad look; her old curves just wouldn't agree with the material.
Ugh. I look like a freakin’ anorexic. No wonder wirehead women scare everyone but pervs off. I’m a woman and I’m grossed! Thank Sajuuk this won’t bug Mak.
She sighed. There wasn’t much she could do about her figure until she racked up enough Core exposure time to help it rebound. Karan’s figure had certainly seen some marked improvements from when she’d first linked to the Kushan Mothership. Noreena knew she would eventually sport the same curves and impressive chest measurements, but it would be a long time coming.
Just as she wondered if she should grab a snack to pass the time, the door buzzer went off. She rose and crossed to it. A quick tap on its control panel opened the door, revealing the Warlord standing just outside it. He wore a pair of black pants trimmed in red, and a tight, dark red T-shirt with a black Vaygr V-logo on its chest. A black jacket, matching his pants, sat comfortably on his tall frame. His hair had grown out considerably since the original alliance between his crusade and the Somtaaw; he now had enough length to tie it in a ponytail, which looked rather appealing on him. He still wore his uniform's sword belt which held his holstered plasma pistol as well. The long blade's sheathed tip hung less than a foot off the floor.
To her surprise, he'd left his gloves at his quarters; his scarred right hand sharply contrasted with the metallic gleam of his prosthetic left hand. He seemed surprisingly relaxed for what was still a formal tour.
"Lookin' good," she sputtered out in surprise at his casual appearance.
The Warlord shot her another of those irritatingly sexy grins.
“Thank you. One of my favorite outfits,” he replied in a smooth voice. "You look like the Harbinger of Qwaar-Jet in that outfit."
Noreena let out a nervous snicker; she hadn't expected her outfit to have that kind of impression on people.
He then motioned to the hallway behind him. "Shall we?"
As they stepped outside and headed towards the elevator. Noreena noticed that her two guards hadn’t moved an inch from their charge’s doorway. They had saluted the Warlord upon his approach, and now stood at attention. She glanced to him in puzzlement.
“Because I’m escorting you,” he said quietly, “you are under my protection in the Morale Area. Thus, only my guards will come with us.”
He nodded to the pair of Elite Guardsmen standing just behind him. They nodded back, their faces blank with professionalism. Noreena perked.
“Oh okay,” she said, mollified by the Warlord's explanation. The quiet ferocity in his tone at the words "my protection" had also reassured her. At least she wouldn't get a rehash of the Zalnitz incident unless it was to watch someone else get his groin sliced to bits.
The Warlord motioned her towards the elevator, then fell into step alongside her. His two guards matched his longer pace easily. Within moments, they were inside the elevator, and en route to their destination.
“So, what do I expect down there?” she queried. "Just knowing it's crazier than the Old Morale Sector doesn't get too specific."
She’d read and heard enough about the Vaygr’s rowdy recreational areas, but the experienced Vaygr warrior standing next to her meant she’d have access to a source of information far superior to a database console.
“A wild party that runs 36 hours a day, seven days a week,” Makaan replied with a slight, lopsided smile. “Liquor, humor, sparring, live entertainment, and of course, flirting. If I were you, I’d edit anything you tell Reydavic about the place.”
Noreena snickered knowingly as she nodded. The Warlord had clearly made good use of what memories he'd acquired from that ghastly conference room incident. Strangely, the idea that he had hung onto them didn't bother her; perhaps it was best for diplomacy's sake that he did.
“I used to have to forget anything that happened to me in the old Morale Sector," she explained with a crooked grin of her own, "because he’d go after all the women I said were wearing minidresses. And they and their boyfriends would go after me for telling him.”
The Warlord quirked an eyebrow.
“Sounds positively conservative,” he remarked with a sly grin, then briskly looked her over.
“You’ll be glad you’re wearing that much," he commented mischeviously.
Noreena blinked in amazement.
Shit. That sounds....bad.
The elevator, which had been moving the entire time, slid to a halt. A buzzer announced their arrival as its doors slid open to reveal a panorama of the merriest chaos Noreena ever seen.
Throngs of people swarmed noisily throughout a massive chamber with loft-like second levels set into opposite walls. Gigantic murals of space battles dominated the remaining walls. Large, blocky chandeliers cast a warm reddish-gold glow on the activity below. A huge bar, resembling a large blast door stuck permanently into the deck, dominated two walls with its gigantic L-shaped structure. A large stage sat near the elevator entrance. On it, a live band played a thunderous tribal-style blastrock song with an assortment of exotic instruments. Their colorful clothes gleamed in the overhead spotlights, adding a lurid glow to their concert.
True to Makaan’s description, the place looked like one continuous party. Everyone wore a wide range of styles and colors, and the women wore less—much less. Noreena blinked as she saw one woman walk about topless with knives strapped to her arms and thighs around a very skimpy pair of shorts, and thigh-length boots. The only thing preserving her modesty was the lustrous mane of raven hair that hung to her hips. She strode next to a muscular man who was obviously her boyfriend. He wore only a pair of pants with knives strapped to his thighs, and a light leather vest. A spectacular scar ran down the man's left arm, looking like someone had tried to rip his arm in half.
Noreena gawked in amazement.
Whoa. Rey would be in heaven down here. I can just see the look on his face. Though all the knives would make him scared to piss anybody off.
She imagined a comedically petrified Rey trying to make a pass at the smallest, least-armed woman in here, only to have her huge, muscular boyfriend toss him across the Morale Area with one savage throw. Crazed giggling rose unbidden from her lips; the idea was too funny to keep in.
She heard a chuckle rise with her own, and glanced at the Warlord. He’d read her mind, and now grinned wickedly at the assorted mental images her words had caused. Then he pointed towards the bar as he strode towards it. She nodded, and fell into step next to him. It was next to impossible to talk right now; the blastrock was loud enough to make Saar scream for the band to turn their volume down. And when one considered his preferences for the Collision's noise levels, earplugs usually came to mind even for experienced Hangar techs.
Noreena peered all around her as the pair moved deeper into the crowds. She hadn’t been in a place this cheerful in a long time, and the upbeat mood had already pervaded her spirits. Anticipation of finally having a proper stiff drink for the first time after the Collision Riot pushed them even higher.
Definitely what ChiefMed would’ve ordered. Heh. Well, minus the booze. Remind me to edit that out of my reports...
When the two finally reached the bar, Makaan waved down the nearest bartender. A tall dark-skinned woman, wearing a full-body black jumpsuit trimmed in flourescent orange latex, saluted him as she approached.
“What’ll you have M’Lord?” she asked in Vaygr as she flipped a lock of dark hair over one shoulder. Something in her attitude told Noreena she’d suspected his Somtaaw escort to know absolutely no Vaygr.
Noreena grinned inwardly; she knew better Vaygr than most other Somtaaw, and suspected that the Warlord had known this about her since the conference room incident. She knew she'd have to explain how that came to be someday, but for now, she enjoyed the chance to get one up on Saar's Vayger counterpart.
“Fire Dragon,” he said, then glanced to Noreena.
“Same,” she replied in the Warlord’s native language. She did her best to avoid using a Hiigaran accent, but it still showed.
The bartender’s eyebrows quirked as she nodded. She strode through a door leading to one of the bar’s back rooms, then came back carrying two large blocky bottles filled with amber liquor.
“Here,” she said as she set them on the counter with a solid thunk.
Makaan reached into a small case attached to his belt and tossed out a pair of small gold coins. They clinked softly against the counter, their noise inaudible over the band’s music. She saluted him again as she tucked the money into her pocket, then strode to her next customer.
Noreena picked up her bottle, and eyed it. An image of a large stylized dragon with wings and spikes of fire dominated the label. She turned the bottle to view its back label, then chuckled evilly.
“Crafted of a fine mixture of highly alcoholic substances, intense flavors, and a secret mixture of spices” she read in Vaygr with a growing smile. “Good for cleaning engine components, getting completely wasted, and small-scale ADWs in conjunction with a plasma pistol.”
“I’ve heard stories of it being used that way,” Makaan chuckled as he pinched the cork off his bottle with his bionic hand. “The small-scale ADW part was discovered by the Taiidan when they worked with us during the War. Let's just say one of their ADW chemists saw the potential, and put it to good use during a barfight."
Noreena nodded with a wicked grin as she took note of that.
“So, a toast?” the Warlord asked with a grin, holding his bottle up.
“Sure. To what?”
“To the Alliance?” he suggested.
She nodded. The pair then took hearty swigs. Then Noreena gagged in shock as a blazing fire roared all the way down to her stomach. The liquor's similarity to an ADW was dead-on; she felt as if any oxygen she'd had in her lungs had just gotten sucked right out.
“Ugh,” she muttered as she grimaced, her eyes watering profusely. “You don’t even need the plasma-bomb for the delivery the way that felt.”
She looked up to see Makaan drinking it as if it were water. She goggled for a few seconds, then realized his several years' worth of Core exposure had heightened his alcohol resistance to legendary levels.
Well, damn. No way am I or Ifriit gonna drink him under the table. Should try pitting Mak here against a couple Acos sometime, just to see how funny the fainting gets.
The Warlord then motioned towards the nearest empty table. She nodded, and together they walked towards it. Noreena bobbed her head in tune to the music as she took another sip of her drink. The fire felt more pleasant this time, like a friend who’d fallen out of touch and now apologized to her for their long absence.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Noreena took another swig from her bottle, grateful that her three months’ Core time had somewhat blunted her sensitivity to alcoholic beverages. A hearty buzz flickered in her mind, pointing out that she still had a long way to go before becoming completely immune to drinks like this. She suspected that the average Somtaaw would’ve passed out halfway into her bottle's contents, and she’d only drank a third. Makaan sat across the table from her, staring thoughtfully into his own drink. Unlike Noreena, he had downed three-quarters of the bottle, and still seemed as sober as when he'd arrived at her doorstep.
His blue gaze flicked about furtively, as if hearing something very different from the cheerful cacaphony of the crowds around him. She eyed him thoughtfully, wondering what bothered him.
“They’re staring at me,” he muttered softly. “It’s the secret. What I did during the War.”
She blinked, and flashed her glance about the room. Sure enough, several dozen Vaygr scattered around the pair stared at the Warlord as if he was a particularly disgusting Beast specimen. Most simply bore irritation at having their impression of the Warlord battered and smashed that way by his confession, but a handful seemed outright angry.
Then a spike of revulsion poked at her from a very handsome and muscular man sitting atop a table several meters away. The two women rubbing his arms watched the Warlord intently as if they’d become spectators at a match.
“Watch this, girls,” the man said softly to them as he chortled evilly, “for the proof that this fool shouldn’t even be in command. There’s nothing like a good mind fuck. He's telepathic enough to hear my mind if I think loud enough, but it'll look like he's halluncinating, cause nobody else'll hear me. So watch."
The women giggled, and motioned for some of the man's friends to watch. The quickly growing group ogled the Warlord with a sinister curiosity that left alarm bells ringing in her head.
Noreena quirked an eyebrow; was this man planning to get Makaan out of power?
Liking attention the attention, eh, M’Lord? the man thought snidely, his mental voice loud enough to be heard by any telepath in the room. You’re smart to cover all that mess up down here. Cold bionics and ugly scars. What woman would want to sleep with you now, huh?
Noreena rolled her eyes. If the man with the scarred arm and that hot topless girlfriend had been any indication, quite a few women would probably be willing to set the Warlord's past aside for being with such a prestigious and tough man.
With as much willpower as she could muster, she turned her attention back to Makaan. The Warlord looked slightly irritated, but also said nothing. He’d overheard that man as well and was determined to ignore him. Noreena began to wonder if coming down here was a good idea.
Oooh who’s the little girl at your table, M’Lord? The man suddenly sneered, You’re so desperate for company you’d try for a Hiigaran wench? Bet she puts out for every bad boy she finds.
Noreena blinked, then scowled angrily as she squeezed her bottle of Fire Dragon more tightly. Her other hand had balled into a fist in her lap. Koshiir Ra help the man if he tried to make any more cracks about her. She'd sent pilots to Sickbay for less when she'd been a Hangar tech. While she had better self-control now, she still couldn't resist the idea of giving the idiot a good smacking around.
However, her notions ran smack dab into the realization that she had as much muscular strength as a child half her age. So much for the idea of trying to beat the man's stupidity out of him. She would have to make do with ignoring him as best as she could--just like Makaan was doing.
If it helps, she thought reassuringly at the Warlord, he’s just as loud to me, too.
Makaan flashed her a matching tight smile, then pretended he hadn’t overheard a single thing. The man didn't seem the least deterred by the lack of attention sent his way; he kept on going like a doomed starship heading for a particularly brutal crash landing.
And what about your wife, M'Lord? You had to tell her, didn’t you? You had to tell her the whooooole thing. I bet you showed her charred up mess in Hethlim that was your body. I would imagine that she took REAL well to that.
The blood drained from Makaan’s face as he froze in shock. The man smiled cruelly as he saw the hit his words had scored. Then he pressed on, using the M’Lord as a sarcastic barb rather than an honorific.
He also had a good view of Makaan's face from where he sat; a vicious grin spread across his face as he saw the effect his words had on the Warlord. He plowed on, his grin widening considerably as his barbs grew even nastier.
I bet she flipped right out when she saw what a fucked-up little blob she had for a husband, huh? No answer…M’Lord? Maybe tried to release you to Koshiir Ra, hmm? Cut all the life support, send you on to the afterlife where a cripple belongs?
For a split second, the Warlord looked as if someone had shot a Siege Cannon into his heart. Noreena gaped in shock, wondering what had really happened between the Warlord and his wife. Then the Warlord quickly got control of himself, his face hardening into a stony expression.
Then she realized the man didn’t care how close he got to the truth—he simply wanted to provoke Makaan any way he could.
And what about your son? the man went on. Was that was why he deserted? Couldn't stand what his big, powerful daddy turned into. Maybe he ran off and got himself a Hiigaran papa just so he could sleep at night! I mean what boy wants to see his father, his hero, a cripple in a tank?!
The Warlord's left eye twitched angrily. The man's friends cheered noisily at that reaction, causing others in the Morale Area to wonder what was going on. When they saw the fingers pointed at the Warlord, several people shifted in their seats as they reached for their weapons. The surge of growing disgust at these people ridiculing their Warlord flooded the room, reassuring Noreena that many Vaygr had sided with Makaan since the revelation of his past.
She took a long swig of her Fire Dragon, hoping the liquor's potency would dull her psychic senses enough to ignore this jerk. The man certainly hadn't known Jerel well enough to hear about the real reason; he was probably working off of rumors.
Well, maybe this'll just blow over. Or some of those people over there will bash all their heads in.
Despite the warning signs that caused his friends to look about worriedly, the man continued his vicious harassment.
And what about Zalnitz? What was all that for? Playing with your Hiigy wench? Maybe she's got this gross wirehead kink and she's the ONLY one who'll even talk to you like you matter. Disgusting. I don't know why a freak like you is still even in command!
Oh wait...maybe that's why your wife got taken out? Maybe she contracted the assassin so she could send HERSELF to Koshiir Ra in shame. And then make sure the truth got out that it was YOU who sent her there! Imagine that! This all-glorious Warlord, and his family is ashamed to be in the same ship or even the same life as him!
Noreena suddenly realized she had become more than fed up with the man's tirades. She wrenched her knife out of its holster.
"Qwaardamn fucker," she muttered savagely. "I think it's time to shut him up."
She surged to her feet, then threw her knife in a flash of savage motion. The weapon stabbed through the air, then sank itself in the man’s left shoulder. He yelped in pain, then grabbed hold of the knife as if to convince himself it was really there, lodged in his arm.
His friends surged to their feet, swords and plasma guns at the ready as they let out angry yells. The other groups of Vaygr watching them promptly rose to their feet, letting out an even louder cry of outrage.
“You’re not the only telepath here, moron,” Noreena shouted in her best Vaygr. “I catch another whiff of that kinda bullshit out of your brain and you’ll be calling me Qwaar-Jet. Is that clear?!”
A loud howl of derisive laughter exploded from both the man and his assorted fellows. The idea of a woman half the man's size threatening him that way was beyond ludicrous. A knife in the arm wasn't a particuarly big deal around here, either.
"Qwaar-Jet?" The man asked as he rose. He eyed the knife in his arm with a grimace on his face, then eyed Noreena with a smile that reminded her frighteningly of Zalnitz.
"Sweetcakes," he sneered, "you do realize that a knife throw like this is a proposition down here? I can give you what you want, but you'd have to give up Freaky Boy over there. You and your crazy Hiig fetishes up for that?"
"THAT IS FAR ENOUGH!" a deep voice roared loud enough to drown the blastrock still pummeling Noreena's ears. It carried over the music, causing Vaygr everywhere to stand and look for its source.
Noreena whirled, then saw the Warlord standing ready for combat, drawing his sword in a slow, dangerous motion. He pinned an intense, smoldering glare on the man. The Warlord's would-be opponent simply cracked his knuckles, then wrenched Noreena's knife out of his shoulder. He hefted it with a crazed grin.
"Guards," he snapped, "see to Noreena. I'll handle these fools myself."
Both Elite Guardsmen blinked in surprise; they weren't used to their charge making such rash decisions like this.
"M'Lord, with all respect due," one blurted out, "you're outnumbered and"--
"So what?" the Warlord hissed. "I've been outnumbered before. Get her out of here!"
The man cackled at Makaan's protectiveness.
"Such a soft, blind fool," he chortled. "I'm looking fowards to this. Very much forward. Then we can see a proper handling of things around here!"
The two Guardsmen, eyeing the Warlord with considerable concern, reluctantly backed away. They bracketed Noreena, and steered her away from the fight. She let them maneuver her away from the battle zone; Makaan's fury was at full blast right now, and she knew she would be safer with the two Guardsmen.
This is about to get ugly. Good thing Mak can take care of himself. I mean, who's gonna try fighting him after what he did to Zalnitz?
Once the trio had gotten some distance between themselves and the Warlord, they turned back to watch. Noreena felt a growing pit of weight pulling her stomach towards the deck.
Rather than let their companion take on the Warlord alone, the man's friends had banded around him, their weapons raised and at the ready. Even his two female companions whipped out long curved daggers with huge feral grins. A collection of gleeful sneers peppered their faces; they looked eagerly to this chance to get their own back from the man who had lied to them.
That induced every Vaygr spectator loyal to Makaan to whip out even more weapons as they called out overlapping warnings to the group to quit this stupidity now before they lost their limbs. People rose from their tables to watch with growing anger. Many quickly wrenched their weapons from their sheaths, checking their plasma pistols' power levels.
The blastrock band on the stage suddenly fell silent. They took one look at the growing unrest before them, then promptly skittered away from their places, grabbing their precious instruments as they ran.
Seeing all this activity swirl about him, the man laughed the kind of laugh that made Noreena shiver uneasily.
"I'd rather lose all my limbs," he shouted, "and get this pathetic bastard out of power, than listen to any of you sing his praises. Why don't you just shut up and watch your destiny?!"
Noreena rolled her eyes in disgust. Did all Vaygr blather on like this when pissed?!
"Your destiny, asstard," she snapped back in a voice loud enough to carry across the sudden silence that had gripped the Morale Area, "is in a brig cell, assuming Sickbay doesn't have to put you back together first!"
"SHUT UP, BI--" The man's warning was suddenly cut off as the enraged Warlord suddenly barreled towards him.
Makaan swung his massive sword in a bid to take the man's hand cleanly off. His oppponent merely ducked away as his friends dove at him and his two guards, swinging their blades in a bid to cause him as much injury as possible.
The Warlord suddenly found himself forced to fend off no more than five opponents with a series of slashes, kicks, and punches as the group of Vaygr converged upon him like predators tearing into their prey.
Every single loyalist Vaygr within close reach of the group promptly surged into action, tearing into the miscreant Vaygr with stunning ferocity. Within moments, the fight had swallowed up more than thirty people, and looked ready to add more as other Vaygr, both loyalist and dissident, raced to get their blows in. Noreena couldn't even see the Warlord anymore; the fighting had simply swallowed him up in a mass of screaming bodies, swinging blades, and flying liquor bottles.
"Holy shit," she sputtered as the specter of the Collision Riot rose before her amidst the fighting. "Why again, fuck it? Why?!"
The two Guardsmen, seeing the disaster zone the Morale Area had just become, quickly grabbed onto Noreena's arms, and lifted her off her feet. They then raced towards the bar with their charge. Makaan had obviously briefed them on the dangers of leaving a wirehead in the middle of a fight where something could crash into her head and damage the delicate neural equipment attached to it.
"Thank you," she blurted out in relief as the two Guardsmen plowed their way past the various smaller fights that had sprung up around them. "Thank you so much."
"So what do you guys do," Noreena asked as she ducked yet another flying chair that soared over the bar and the Guardsmen's heads, "when fighting gets this bad?"
She tugged at the small dagger that had caught itself on the shoulder of her trench coat. Dull pain prodded at her mind from the gash the weapon had cut into her shoulder before getting itself lodged in the fabric of her coat sleeve. Another quick tug quickly removed the nasty little thing; she threw it aside in irritation.
"I've never seen it this bad, ever. This is legendary," the taller of the two Guardsman hiding with her remarked in awe as he risked a glance over the bar. He quickly had to duck when a bottle of Fire Dragon crashed into the bar, sending shards and amber liquid flying everywhere.
The shorter Guardsman raked a hand through his shoulder-length mane of jagged red hair, and shook his head.
"More like disgusting," he snapped. "How dare they insult his Lordship that way?"
"I think we're past that part now," Noreena remarked dryly as a dagger sailed overhead and crashed into the doors leading to the Morale Area's back room.
The trio would have used that escape had the automatic locking systems not engaged. The Guardsmen had explained that the system was designed to contain the fighting in the Morale Area.
That precaution would have made more sense to Noreena if she weren't sitting in the middle of a war zone with no way to take her fragile neural slot-covered head out of it. She glared angrily at the doors, flipping them yet another mental zaar-tel for their refusal to admit her escape from this disaster.
"You sure you can't break those doors open?!" she asked yet again.
"No. Those are fireproof!" the red-haired Guardsman explained in exasperation. "We're just going to have to wait it out."
Noreena fought down an urge to curse at him; it would do no good, nor would it help her situation.
Several moments of roaring noise, various flying objects and weapons, and stray plasma bolts passed before Noreena eyed the two Guardsmen again. The wall and the doors to the back room had become thoroughly peppered with energy-blade shurikens and small daggers; a few dissidents had noticed Noreena and the Guardsmen making their escape and tried to halt it. The trio had reached the bar just in time to avoid getting any worse injuries.
"So how do you stop something like this?"
Both Guardsmen stared at her in bewilderment.
"C'mon, don't tell me your training didn't use this scenario," she groaned.
"Ah, well they did," the larger Guardsman remarked as an energy-blade shuriken stuck itself into the bar next to his head. "It just...well. It would be considered a total loss if we tried it."
"Try me," Noreena snapped.
The Guardsman reached behind him and pulled out two bottles of Fire Dragon. The other Guardsman pulled out his plasma pistol.
Noreena suddenly recalled the ingredient list on the back of the bottles' labels, and grinned evilly.
Riot-stopping fireballs. That makes sense.
"It'll at least slow them down until Security gets more people down here," the red-haired Guardsman remarked.
"How big a fireball?" Noreena asked with growing interest as she glanced around herself. They would need to get clear before shooting the bottles up.
"A meter, maybe two or three. Not much. It surprises them. And it's very effective."
Noreena gaped at the man.
"WHAT?! You mean to tell me your last-ditch riot-stopping plan is a piddling fireball the size of my tank?!"[/i]
"Well," the other Guardsman sighed, "losing the booze to anything is a pretty painful experience for us. Threatening the supply usually stops most riots."
Stops most riots? Noreena mentally stammered. Do they really have that kind of weakness for booze?
She stared at the two Guardsmen, briefly wondering if this were all just a twisted dream induced by starting too soon on the takmaar soup after her extraction.
Then a table smashed into the bar, bouncing off its surface, then crashing into the back of the taller Guardsman's head with enough force to slam him face-first into the back wall. He disappeared under the table as it crashed to the floor with a thud loud enough to stun Noreena and the other Guardsmen into a complete stupor.
The red-haired man quickly rushed to his companion's aid; he grabbed the table and promptly threw it over the bartop. He then hefted the fallen Guardsman to a sitting position next to Noreena. The man remained unconscious. Blood trickled down his back from the gash in his head.
Noreena scowled darkly. This had gone on far enough. This fight had to end now.
"Fuck this shit," she growled. "That's it. I've had JUST ABOUT FAR ENOUGH!"
The conscious Guardsman eyed her in surprise. She locked her gaze onto him as crazed thoughts swirled about in her mind, linking up a number of things into the barest coherence of a plan.
However jumbled her thoughts were, Noreena knew the plan made enough sense to work.
She turned to the bar standing behind her, and eyed the dozens of bottles racked behind her. The black dragons of Fire Dragon labels gleamed back at her. She counted more than three dozen bottles within her and the Guardsmen's reach.
She then checked the power setting on her plasma pistol. It showed a full bar of green light.
Good to go, then.
She then began pulling bottles out and setting them up in long lines along the back wall. Then she pulled out more bottles and stood them up above the others. The red-haired Guardsman stared at her in befuddlement.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, "this isn't the time to play drinking games!"
Noreena scurried madly about, collecting as many of the Fire Dragon bottles she could get her hands on. She then eyed the bar; there was plenty of room between the back wall and its blast-door surface. She quickly eyed the bottles, then the bar.
"This'll work, and it'll make one hell of a show," she muttered.
She glanced back to the two Guardsmen. The red-haired man had begun pulling first-aid implements out of his belt, and now held a small wand-like tissue regenerator over his companion's head.
"Hey," she called out to get his attention. "Get your buddy outta here," she snapped. "I don't care which way. Just get away from here!"
The Guardsman blinked at Noreena in confusion. Then he saw the massive stack of Fire Dragon bottles behind. His eyes widened in shock as her plan suddenly became clear to him. Then a huge, feral grin split his face.
"Now that's what they should've trained us to do," he said gleefully. "I'll report this to my superiors."
He then quickly hauled the other Guardsman over his shoulder, and skittered away from Noreena. She grinned wickedly herself, then resumed the work of stacking the bottles in their long rows.
Moments later, Noreena stood to survey her handiwork behind the bar, then eyed the gigantic mass of fighting Vaygr surging about on the other side of her shelter. Fortunately for her, the fighting had moved away from the bar, and towards the opposite end of the Morale Area. The number of stray weapons and objects flying in her general direction had dropped considerably in the last two minutes.
She quickly climbed onto the bar, then stood up on it. She scanned the fighting in hopes of spotting Makaan before she set off her surprise. Unfortunately, her quick survey failed to turn up the Warlord.
Like Nadia in the Collision Riot, Makaan had been on ground zero when the riot had started. She winced as she imagined the number of injuries he had probably taken by now. He was probably unconscious--or even dead, considering the surfeit of melee weaponry in here.
Qwaardammit. We need him. We sure as fuck don't need some stupid shit like THIS! Ash is probably sitting in his control bubble on the Sajuuk laughing his fucking head off. GAARRRGH.
Noreena's fury suddenly burned anew at the corrupt Vaygr who had started this entire mess. It was time they learned what happened when they pissed her off.
She turned, then sighted along her plasma pistol's barrel at the beginning of the long rows of Fire Dragon bottles set up against the far wall.
Then she fired.
A brilliant orange fireball flashed outwards, sending bits of the back wall, broken bottles, and flaming debris spinning outwards with savage speed. The explosions thunderous BOOM rolled through the air like a peal of thunder, startling everyone who heard it. The blasts' shockwaves promptly rolled outwards, blowing aside anything that littered the bar with surprising force.
Noreena remained where she stood, steadily shooting all the rows of bottles until the last ones erupted into gigantic balls of soaring flames and flying debris. She then turned to face the Vaygr before her with a furious scowl.
The carnage expanded around and behind her, the wind from the blastwaves sending her coat and the tails of her bandanna flapping wildly. Anyone who saw her would've taken the threat about seeing her as Qwaar-Jet to heart at that moment; she looked like an avatar of complete and total destruction.
True to her wild estimates, every single Vaygr in the room had frozen at the spectacular sight in front of them. It hadn't taken much guesswork for them to realize where Noreena had gotten material to produce such powerful explosions.
Noreena pointed her plasma pistol at them with a murderous glare.
"THAT IS FAR ENOUGH!" she bellowed. "Don't make me blow up the rest of the goddamn booze in here! IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR TO YOU?!"
She was answered by a sea of dazedly nodding heads. The sound of dozens of weapons clattering to the floor rang throughout the Morale Area in the sudden, deafening silence.
"He'll be all right. Spectacularly banged up, but all right," the Vaygr Chief Medical said in frighteningly fluent Hiigaran as he approached Noreena. "If you'd taken a few minutes later with that Fireball Spectacular, he'd have spent a month in ICU just to wake up again."
He wore a white surgical gown spattered with blood, and pulled his gloves off in a manner that strongly reminded her of ChiefMed. His nametag read Chief Medic Asaad in crisp black Vaygr.
He looked quite unlike the stocky, balding ChiefMed, however. He sported a lean physique and a head of short frizzy white hair. A pair of intense brown eyes peered out from under slender, expressive eyebrows. He had high, prominent cheekbones, and a face that seemed very used to scowling constantly.
Noreena thought he looked more Vaygr than most of the combatants his medical teams had dragged out of the Morale Area yesterday. His Hiigaran, however, proved frightently fluent, causing her to wonder exactly what sort of man she dealt with her.
"How bad is it?" she asked in passable Vaygr.
Asaad blinked in surprise, then smiled upon realizing this was no average Hiigaran, but someone interested enough in his culture to learn to speak his language.
"You can use Hiigaran if you want," he replied in Vaygr as well.
Then he switched back to Hiigaran, his voice carrying even less of an accent than Makaan's.
"I took several crash courses when my Crusade allied with your Somtaaw fleet. Seems only fair to speak the language of my patients when they're here."
She nodded, then decided to flip back to Hiigaran. Asaad sounded fluent enough to keep up with her.
"So, how bad is it?"
"A rather lovely collection of broken bones and internal injuries. His prosthetic arm and leg both have been trashed to hell and back. I've got the bionics shops working on replacing those quickly. As for the rest of his wounds...he's lucky most are pretty responsive to regenerative treatments. Two days, maybe three at most."
"Days?" Noreena squawked.
"I know him well. He's a good friend of mine back from the Initiation days. He's an extremely stubborn patient. His body just refuses to quit, even when it's damaged to the point of being on permanent life-support. I can only assume it relates to the strength of his will and character, but that's a doctor's dream."
"Given the type of injuries, which I've seen him taking as a corridor-commando in his early career...two days is a conservative estimate."
Noreena fought down a chuckle. ChiefMed had pretty much the same thing to say about her.
Then a random thought plinked into her mind; perhaps her mother was right about her and the Warlord having so much in common?
She scowled darkly. This was not the time to be thinking about her mother's crazy ideas!
Asaad eyed her quizzically.
"Problem?" he asked.
Noreena shook her head tiredly.
"Nah, just....crazy family members."
"Heh. I know what you mean," the Vaygr ChiefMed said with a crooked grin. "Makaan's mother was quite the piece of work, now that I think about it."
I thought he didn't like having his family mentioned around him? Oh, wait, the guy's a long-time friend. Course he'd know that kinda shit.
"You haven't met my mother then," Noreena muttered sarcastically.
"Perish the thought," Asaad replied in an equally sardonic tone.
Well at least Talia can blow thorugh the mural in a couple of days without him in his quarters. I should probably let her know. Mortann's not the easiest place to paint if her wailing about the clouds this afternoon was anything to go by.
The memory of Ilania's statue suddenly rose in Noreena's mind. She flashed back to Makaan's shocked expression at the thoughts in her mother's head, then groaned. She slapped a hand into her face, and squeezed her eyes closed for several long moments.
Ah QwaarDAMN it! I'm SO getting back at my mother one of these days. Maybe I can get Rey to do a super-lewd pinup of me and Mak together to talk her out of it. Why the hell she had to use a fucking Progenitor statue out of the Ice Fields of Death to even do what she did is beyond me. Crazy, I tells ya...craz....wait a minute.
Noreena's brain suddenly screeched to a halt.
Progenitor statue from the Mortann Passage.
A pair of hands gently shaking her snapped Noreena out of her reverie. She opened her eyes to see Asaad eyeing her worriedly.
"Are you sure you didn't take a head injury?" he inquired.
"Yeah, I'm fine just...Progenitor statue of the Qwaar-Jet Khar from the Mortaan--Holy shit!"
The last two word sexploded from her as the epiphany she'd been seeking for the last several week slammed into her brain.
Asaad sputtered in shock as she suddenly snatched her handcom off her belt with a flash of savage movement. She dialed for Ifriit Somtaaw-Sa's office.
"Noreena," Ifriit's voice growled tiredly, "it's past midnight here. I thought you had the Vaygr and Hiigaran time zones worked out. If I didn't have all this Qwaardamn paperwork to work thorugh here, you wouldn't even be hearing from me."
She didn't bother with any sort of preamble.
"Get the Alliance brass together. I know where the Qwaar-Jet is."
A long pause followed her words.
"It's in the Mortann Passage."
Last edited by Chrome; 2nd Mar 09 at 6:41 PM.
There one moment, and there the next.
alright, it isnt so bad that i wont accept it. the romance will survive for now.
but on to more pressing matters, i thought that makaan said that her mother had the statue made herself, she made all of that stuff up about the marchant and that it was a fake to try to hook the two of them up?
and i also expect story updates this large every two days for the next three years!!
random smiley: :joy:
Last edited by Xero; 11th Dec 05 at 11:59 PM.
No, that was Mak's words BEFORE he read Nor's mother's mind. He commented that it seemed like she'd done that, but he knew better because he translated the Qwaar-Jet faction's script on it. In reality, yes, the statue did come from the Passage. He took it with him, which means it obviously had enough genuine something there for him.
And Random, I just moved from romance back towards action at the end of that. Did you honestly think I would reduce Legacies to a sop-fest after seeing what I can do with battle scenes? I find your lack of faith disturbing. Quite disturbing.
And frankly, that kinda reply you just did is really irritating. I put enough effort into trying to make this different from the usual crappy romance and all I get is this Darth-y nooo?! At least tell me where you find it iffy...or if you truely have a distate for the romantic, skip it altogether, all right?
Please guys, what is with the anti-romance? Are you just annoyed because it's there, or is it because it's romance? It's just part of the story, is all. One aspect. I do just a few chapters in a larger story that involve romance, and it's suddenly the end of the Qwaardamn world.
I mean, WTF? Come on here.
I'm getting a little tired of a mountain being made out of a molehill here. I'm not short-changing other elements for this, okay? I'm starting to get a bit tired of the "oh noes! romance!" talk. Yes, people do it badly. I'd rather not do it badly.
The only way to do that is through critique of the elements here, not just "Oh it's not bad, it'll survive."
Last edited by DeepChrome; 12th Dec 05 at 2:43 AM.
ON TO THE QWAAR JET !!!!1111oneoneone...
I liked it.
but on the other hand, im a sucker for romance.
Definitely well worth the wait. :P
I am in awe of your rendition of Makaan, as being one who actually had his reasons for invading the Inner Rim to acquire Sajuuk. This definitely adds new depth to an already unique take on him.
Not forgetting another one of those close-combat brawls. You always have to involve "sensitive areas being hit."
Meanwhile, I find it slightly strange how it took them this long to consider searching the Passage. I would've thought they'd do it immediately after the artifact's discovery. A matter of "right under their noses," or was it just too risky for them to make a proper venture initially? (Given that in the start Qwaar Jet's existence was still unconfirmed?)
Good update nonetheless.
Heh it was very good. (yeah i'm a sucker for romance too)
On a sidenote....Haven was nuked? Do I detect a Peep hatah?
No, I guess Haven was ADW, which are > Nukes.
First of all, YAY FOR CHAPTERS
The relationship between Mak and Noreena is a growing element in the story, and it provides relief in the story from the action sequences... I don't see how anyone can complain that it's an unneeded part to the story.
Noreena kicked his butt. This smilie says it all: :matrix: Score one for the Hiigy Wirehead
Thanks guys. I'm glad to see I haven't put everyone off with the inclusion of romance. XD Sorry about the rant, but Random's screaming post really got on my nerves.
Wow, atma...in awe of my rendition of Makaan? O_o Oookay. I'll try and do that awe justice. I just wanted to do Makaan differently. He's portrayed as the bad guy, and ever since I saw Vader save Luke in ROTJ, I always liked the "redemption of the villain" concept. The problem was a) the majority of people who go that route don't see much of a reason to come back and b) realism more or less flies out a window when you have such a deep-end baddie "come back." But I figured if I put him through a life so miserable, the only option he saw was to go darkside, would we really blame him for being the villain then? And then he would have good reason to come back, because he already was honorable...just under waaaay too much stress.
Guys, the vision Nor and Karan had was of Hiigara getting its butt kicked by ADWs. Where are you getting this Haven thing? O_o What, is this board full of Peep sympathizers or something?
Atma...my idea was that the Passage was so dangerous, so suicidal to fly into that even they would think the Progenitors had a few screws loose to even think of going there. Besides, it's also the one place kiith-Sa shot down an expedition to find Progen tech. So when you think about it, of course it's not on the list--because any ship there that's not crewed by a top-notch bunch ends up in tiny little smithereens all over the place.
And just before any more HH buffs give me weird looks for naming the Somtaaw home planet Haven...I came up with the name as the term "safe haven" for a kiith that's been through a lot. I also came up with before even touching "On Basilisk Station." The end result was a bit awkward when I realized the HHU's general bad guys came from a planet by the same name. If I had to do it over again, it'd have been New Kharak....*sigh*
Well, I'll try and get some new chapters up but there's no telling when. I gotta figure out what to do with this Qwaar-Jet thing, and our good friend Ash.
I'm not one for romance, but I still like it.
And I noticed a small grammatical problem somewhere near the beginning, but alas, I lost it before I finished reading
sorry about my last post if it ticked you off chrome, it actually was good (sucker as well) but I thought it would be laughed at more than scourned (the reply that is)
but on to happier things! I had the same concerns as atma but I guess you managed to glue that one together as well so I have nothing to do now except sit here and twiddle my thumbs...
Tis ok, Xero. I was more pissed at Random than you.
But no, you won't be laughed at here. As you've noticed a few people have no problems with romance in a story.
Yeah, just trying to go against the "rules" and still do soemthing "romantic"...heh. Fun.
Anyways, ON TO THE QWAAR-JET!
I get back from a trip into the city, and nearly fall out of my chair laughing as noreena beat the living crap outta the guy my kind of woman imo lol. Loved all the chapters aswell.
Thanks Omega. Heh, Nor's a badass in her own right. Besides, I thought it'd be a fun twist to have the GIRL stick up for the guy instead of the other way around.
Oh, I'm fine with good romance, and that was good romance, I just like over dramatized "NNOO!!!s", I didn't sign up as RANDOM Person for nothing.
*stares at Random*
You could've put a "Just kidding" bit at the end.
Or maybe I missed that?
nice job Deep, as usual. You've pulled off the romance rather well (sucker here) and i do like the barfights. theyr'e always fun.
Keep up the good work!
Y'know... i'm gonna have to start asking for the about 24 hours i've spent reading and rereading your stories back... time i can't get back, but oh so worth it...
keep it up lass!
Thanks...if I had hours to give back, I would.
Good to see you back.
Yup welcome back.
whew, just finished reading both legacies over the past couple of weeks. Wow.... just.... wow. Great stroy and great characters, and Makaan? geez. Awsome fanfic here.
hmmmmmmm.... Ideas abound now.
maybe I'll start a fanfic, got a couple of ideas... yes, yes good.
Time to start an outline WOOT!!!!!
Here's an idea, Dragoon,
SpoilerI don't think anyone had done a remake of HW2 yet...
neato, I got an idea I could work off of that, but my first one will take place during the good old Homeworld wars really trying to get down a writing style for myself.
But I do have another Idea based on something nobody has done, kinda like the rediscovered past, only during the heresy wars on Kharak, thought that would be kinda kewl.
I'm noticing that Makaan's become a bit of a show-stealer, and maybe that's as well. I wanted to reinterpret him a bit, and apparently it's working.
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