RE: Super Otaku Brawl - Round One: Traverse Town
06-25-2014, 06:33 AM
"Kirk to Enterprise? Come in, Enterprise. Kirk to--"
Nothing. Not that he honestly expected a response; omnipotent beings such as this usually didn't leave things to chance. Hopefully this one wasn't too competent.
"Captain's log, stardate..."
Jim gazed moodily into the night sky, in the vain hope he might recognize his place in the galaxy. If he was even in the same galaxy. Or century.
A star winked out, presumably to spite him.
"...Unknown. I have been... abducted by a being of considerable power and placed in some sort of... death game for their amusement. Again."
He worried after the Enterprise and her crew, but they were in good hands if he didn't make it back. They'd search for him, probably for longer than reasonable, and Spock and Bones might fight a few times, but they'd be alright.
But what about his 'competitors'? If they, like he, had been abducted... How far might they go to return home? He could try to protect those who wanted peace, but he'd need to find them first. Safety in numbers, in theory. In practice, it never seemed to work out so well...
Well, he'd deal with events as they came, and right now that meant figuring out this town. Below him stretched a large plaza lit with... gas or electric lampposts; it was hard to tell from here. Nearer to hand were a pair of shops: one open-stall but void of any merchandise save a large safe, the other apparently closed for renovation.
"I seem to be in some sort of... post-industrial city. My kidnapper mentioned ships, but I'm not sure the technology--"
"LOOK OUT!"
The doors behind him slammed open and a wagon loaded with crates barreled towards him. Jim barely vaulted the counter in time; a loud crash and wooden shrapnel passed just overhead. He looked up cautiously at the concussed... duck children... lying against their cargo of... rubber polyhedrons and glowing crystals... as a gang of chittering... shadow-beings closed in menacingly.
Before he could draw his phaser, something
fell
erupted in blue
and the shadows disintegrated.
A lean, wiry man who reminded Jim entirely too much of Doctor McCoy yanked his spear from the ground and glowered.
"Hell're you gawkin' at? Help me get these doors shut 'fore more of 'em arrive!"
Somehow, today was shaping up to be even stranger than usual.
Nothing. Not that he honestly expected a response; omnipotent beings such as this usually didn't leave things to chance. Hopefully this one wasn't too competent.
"Captain's log, stardate..."
Jim gazed moodily into the night sky, in the vain hope he might recognize his place in the galaxy. If he was even in the same galaxy. Or century.
A star winked out, presumably to spite him.
"...Unknown. I have been... abducted by a being of considerable power and placed in some sort of... death game for their amusement. Again."
He worried after the Enterprise and her crew, but they were in good hands if he didn't make it back. They'd search for him, probably for longer than reasonable, and Spock and Bones might fight a few times, but they'd be alright.
But what about his 'competitors'? If they, like he, had been abducted... How far might they go to return home? He could try to protect those who wanted peace, but he'd need to find them first. Safety in numbers, in theory. In practice, it never seemed to work out so well...
Well, he'd deal with events as they came, and right now that meant figuring out this town. Below him stretched a large plaza lit with... gas or electric lampposts; it was hard to tell from here. Nearer to hand were a pair of shops: one open-stall but void of any merchandise save a large safe, the other apparently closed for renovation.
"I seem to be in some sort of... post-industrial city. My kidnapper mentioned ships, but I'm not sure the technology--"
"LOOK OUT!"
The doors behind him slammed open and a wagon loaded with crates barreled towards him. Jim barely vaulted the counter in time; a loud crash and wooden shrapnel passed just overhead. He looked up cautiously at the concussed... duck children... lying against their cargo of... rubber polyhedrons and glowing crystals... as a gang of chittering... shadow-beings closed in menacingly.
Before he could draw his phaser, something
fell
erupted in blue
and the shadows disintegrated.
A lean, wiry man who reminded Jim entirely too much of Doctor McCoy yanked his spear from the ground and glowered.
"Hell're you gawkin' at? Help me get these doors shut 'fore more of 'em arrive!"
Somehow, today was shaping up to be even stranger than usual.