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Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Single Author Stories => Topic started by: Monketh on August 28, 2004, 12:05:30 am
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Midnight Raid
Chapter:1
Monketh awoke to the screaming roar of shuttle engines. No doubt existed in his mind that was wasn\'t the only awakened.
Oh great...
Though he liked the Sector Commander, her strange ways and routine disobedience of Military policy could be annoying at times. This happened to be one of said times, difficult to explain to his fellow Rangers, whom he still could not believe followed his directions. He stumbled about in the dark until he managed to find a candle, and beside it, his lighter. With the candle he found his insert lenses and then his clothing, not his spiffy blue uniform, mind you, but it was something he could wear. He had taken Seperot\'s Master-Bedroom, (but Sep, wily ol\' cat, made all the furniture vanish with him, an expensive magic trick to say the least...) and so proceeded down the steps into the lounge. The sargeant in him wanted to lecture Miss Coriaso on this Midnight Raid, but that would wait. He walked out the double doors onto the patio, where he waved down the curved shuttle. Monketh the Ranger faded away, and with a burst of wind, so did his chariot.
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Let it be known that all the stories in here will probably revolve around Monk. If I write one not containing him, it\'ll most likely have a new thread.
I\'m also going to be turning my chat logs into a story format! Talk with me at your own risk. :P
Midnight Raid
Chapter:2
For once it wasn\'t the Commander\'s strange order, but that of Captain Kurt, Ranking Officer of the sector\'s aging command carrier. His moustache twitched when he saw the Sargeant\'s clothes, although the rest of the bridge crew broke out in a subdued laughter. Keene gave him a formal greeting. A few minutes later, the commader arrived. Clear;y she\'d been \'roused from her sleep as well, for her bright blue hair was thrown about carelessly, and dark half circles shown beneath her bloodshot, semi-closed eyes. A coffee stain glared on one of the chrome clips. She yawned.
\"What is it Kurt?\" she mumbled \"I need my beuaty rest...\"
Keene nodded appreciatively to this.
\"We recovered Sargeant Keene\'s Flight-AI, we thought you might want to question it...--I mean \'her\'...\"
She cast her weary gaze on him. Kurt adjusted his hat thoughtfully.
\"It\'s crucial to finding out what went wrong on the flight.\"
\"Good night, Kurt.\"
She put one hand on her hip and playfully poked him in the ribs. Then, she turned away and walked, slowly, down the corridor.
Keene interjected.
\"Take me to Zero.\"
\"AiEF-04125?\"
He nodded.
\"B-Corridor, room 207.\"
\"Farewell, Captain.\"
..and with that, he strode off down the hall.
[Chapter 3 omitted on account of, well, it\'s kinda wierd...] [(...not in a perverted sense, ofcourse. *looks at Zetsumei annoyedly*)]
Midnight Raid
Chapter:4
Apparently, an unforseen planetary shift had occured. Keene had been lucky to reach Vodul\'s World at all. Ai can\'t lie, after all. However, there was a more important issue to discuss: insubordination. He had put a multi-million credit piece of equipment at risk with his \'careless\' order. It was now a multi-million credit reck, but that wasn\'t his fault. He had nonetheless jeopardized it, his personal Ai System, possible foreing relations, and the inhabitants of the planet. Single handedly. Quite a feat. Fortunately for him, so long as he happened to be the one kernel of interest in this sector, Coriaso would protect him. (Perhaps he should learn a spot of \"magic\" as they called it, to keep that interest.) She was easily bored, and rumors circulated among thecrew of waking up in a simulator chamber during a seemingly action-oriented fight-for-your-life situation. Kurt was not sympathetic to his cause (perhaps he\'d always done things right, and thus had never experienced guilt?), however, and he received several hours\' worth of lecturing and ranting. If Cdr. Alana was to go on leave, or maybe vacation...
Nah, it would take to long to train a replacement. Monketh remained comfortable with the decision he made that day, so long ago.
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Hmm...what was that?
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Originally posted by Zetsumei
Hmm...what was that?
Pre-emptive liability statement. :P
Monketh awoke in a room of the temple, stretched, and came out to start a new day. He walked out into the commons, then sat on the side.
Then his ears cought something.
\"The Cabal and I are discussing Diplomacy\"
A known voice registered with him.
\"...Maybe I should start giving the \'pawn\' test.\"
\"Yes Ennazir,\" It continued, \"I\'m plotting the destruction of the good guys.\"
Pogopuschel, a friend of his, greeted him. As well, as an enkidukai called Armeen.
\"Greetings, Monketh, how are you?\"
Monketh bowed to Pogo, then calmly said \"I am... okay.\"
Pogopuschel bowed also.
Monketh eyed Shami no longer with pity, but with a growing annoyance.
Shami then poked the dagger in his eye, and glowered dubiously at Monketh. Then he stated in a growl:\"What would you like your Tombstone to say?\".
Monketh glanced away, as if to ignore the dagger eye\'d one.
Vantosa, a very young enkidukai, stares at the two of them with a desire to fight.
Monketh, although \'ignoring\' Shami, draws a weapon
\"Uh Oh, a good versus evil duel!\" Ennazir exclaimed.
\"Eh?\" was the response.
Monketh glacned at Ennazir. Armeen got that look on his face that means he\'s thinking he needs a hug.
\"Monketh? good?\" came Armeen\'s response.
Pogopuschel stepped out of the way.
\"Heh, I always thought of you as a neutral guy.\" Armeen continued.
Monketh decided on what to do, and executed his decision.
Monketh threw his sabre to the ground and swung his axe defensively. Shami would have to be skilled indeed to get past without losing a limb.
\"You have no idea what its like to be stared at...\" came at him grumbled and growled.
Shami made his move, slashing at Monketh.
\"Gah! You fool!\" Monketh said, then he cried :\"Eeyah!\" and slammed his axe into Shami. Unfortunately, shami was able to deflect some of his attacks.
Armeen had had enough of the fighting, be cause for some reason, he mumped inbetween them, preventing Monketh\'s killing blow.
Shami and Monketh accidentally collided with Armeen.
\"Armeen got in the way.\" Muttered Shami.
Armeen ran away with a broken collar-bone, shouting \"I live!!!\"
Glaring with his un-injured eye, Shami shouted \"Die, filthy Ylian!\" and charged Monketh.
Then an innocent Keto walked into the room. \"Greetings everyone.\"
Ennazir pleaded.
\"Armeen doesn\'t want you to fight!\"
The attack was repulsed with a slam of the axe into his arm.
\"Argh!\"
Now it was Monk\'s turn.
\"Rah~!\" short, bitter yell announced his lunging attack.
A still confused Keto asked \"My my, what is going on here?\"
Monketh swung at Shami, but only made a small cut on his opponent\'s arm.
Before he could react, ol\' dagger-eye slashed at him.
\"Argh!\"
Keto quietly revealed his galkard and watched silently.
Monketh brings the axe up over his head and brings crashing it down.
\"Argh!\"
Monketh swung again, this time inflicting more damage.
\"Hah!\" Shami made a hit.
\"Arrrgh...\"
Shami swung the Falchion horizontally, it hurt.
Monketh attacked shami, only to be repulsed by his blade.
Shami swung the Falchion vertically.
Shami then brought his falchion to Monketh\'s axe-arm.
\"Monketh, start winning.\" said Ennazir, though it didn\'t help much...
\"Make your move, Ylian\"
\"You took some big hits Monketh.\" Ennazir continued unhelpfully.
...just as Shami would have killed him, Monketh dissappeared.
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I liked the amount of detail you were able to re-create from the duel in the Temple! A very good story, one best enjoyed around a crackling fire in the Tavern with a good ale. I\'ll see you in-game...we have to stage some more combat in the future!
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Originally posted by Ennazir
I liked the amount of detail you were able to re-create from the duel in the Temple! A very good story, one best enjoyed around a crackling fire in the Tavern with a good ale. I\'ll see you in-game...we have to stage some more combat in the future!
Thanks.
When I write regarding monketh, it goes here. Obviously, I don\'t have enough time to convert all my logs, so I\'ll stick to the important ones.
Why is it so accurate? I took the raw log and rewrote it as this.
Expect to see Notepad entries as well.
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Monk\'s Notepad
Entries for Sept. 6
~Investigate how Spam got onto Vodul\'s World.
Monketh sat in his room, pondering how Spam brand canned ham managed to get sales on Vodul\'s World. Pogo had informed him when he mistook a pizza leftover from his recent status check on the runescape for Spam. Which means he had to know what spam was...
He called the ship.
\"Hey, Keene here.\"
\"Eh, roger, what cha\' need?\"
\"Tell Kurt that we have a major violation of Earth Trading Laws down here. I found Spam being marketed, and the natives are familiar with it.\"
\"Right, I\'ll get right on it.\"
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Delete this post! That\'s what I get for taking the lazy way of transfering posts between forums.
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Entries for Sept. 11
~Carved up a hardwood chain out a table leg in the tavern. Kyelle wanted it, something about Pogo.
Monketh again examined his wooden chain, this time it passed the test.
\"Anybody want it?\" He held it up.
Kyelle looks at the chain curiously \"And who are you trying to hold down, mister?\"
\"It\'s just a little decoration. I know a few people I could bind with it though.\" he muses.
A random Menki enters. [Slatz]
\"How are you two?\" He asks.
Kyelle says \"Quite good.\"
\"Bored.\"
The Menki spoke \"Where\'d leji go, I thought she was gonna leave town...\"
Kyelle returned to her original conversation. \"Hmm... I could use a nice strong chain\"
Monketh carved it up more, furthur ruining it\'s already lacking structural integrity.
\"...Hmph\"
\"I might be able to make one that actually has some strength\" he put it down, and put away his knife, only to draw a larger knife.
Kyelle pondered aloud \"I need a way to sneak up on and chain up Pogo\'\"
Monketh responded \"You wouldn\'t know where the lumberyard is, would you? Because I\'d need a log for that, or some expensive hardwood.\"
\"Hmm...\"
Monketh knocked on wood, checking to see if the table was hardwood or softwood.
\"I had some hardwood... but gave it away\" she said.
\"Hmm....\"
He blew out the candle and snook away with the table.
Kyelle looked at Lej, proposing \"Maybe you could get some from her, though she\'d need to take apart that chest.\"
Kyelle snook a peak
Monketh attempted to muffle the noise made by mutilating the table. He hacked off a leg, then dragged the table back up to it\'s normal position. Meanwhile, Kyelle sang loudly to cover the noise.
Monketh balanced the now three-legged table on a chair carefully. He relit the candle with a candle from a different table, then innocently withdrew the tableleg from behind his cloak.
Kyelle repositioned the candle towards the stable end.
Leji spoke, slightly suspicious \"Wow, what happened here ?\"
Leji stared at the table.
\"Nothing, of course...\"
Kyelle looked innocently
The menki pretended he had seen nothing.
Monketh worked quickly so that in a matter of seconds the table leg could not be differentiated from a piece of ordinary wood, afterwards, he took out the larger knife and began to work out the basic shape of the chain.
\"What the hell is going on here ???\" Leji grew more suspicious.
\"What do you mean?\"
Monketh innocently carved up the table leg, which could no longer be told from a piece of random hardwood. Monketh flipped the leg over then, and began working on the other side.
Leji stared accusatingly at monketh now.
Monketh glanced up at Leji, then away...
Now Agara jumped in; \"Monketh, you know better.\" and StarJumper arrived.
\"Hey Star\" Kyelle noted.
\"Hello Star\" said the menki.
Starjumper hugged Kyelle, and Kyelle likewise.
\"Are you proud of yourself Monketh?\" Leji said annoyedly.
Monketh merely whistled The World.
Kyelle whispered: \"Don\'t reprimand him, he\'s helping us!\"
Monketh finshed the sides, and the basic shape, and thus began forming the chain itself.
Monketh nodded to Starjumper.
Leji disaproved of the mess, the wood shavings were everywhere.
\"Hae monketh what are you doing?\" inquired Star, already curious at the whole strange scene.
\"Just whittling...\" he looked around innocently.
\"hmmm?\"
Agara broke in again, saying \"Please fix the table,Monketh and put it back\"
Monketh started removing wood, thus forming the links of the chain.
\"Bah, it\'s my fault.\" Kyelle admitted.
\"What an authority lady Agara ...\" Leji said.
Kyelle rummaged through her inventory.
\"Ah!\"
\"What do you mean, that table isn\'t broken...\" Monketh leaned on the table, it collapsed and he fell over.
Leji laughed at him getting punished by fate, Agara was more kind.
\"You ok, Monketh?\"
Monketh stamped out the candle, \"Uh, yeah...\"
\"I\'m just glad you didn\'t get hurt, Monketh\"
In the meantime, Kyelle found Deadhawk\'s wooden leg in her pack and used it as a prop for the table.
\"There... that should hold it.\"
Leji spilled some alcohol on monketh\'s arm...
Monketh, unnoticing, takes out a piece of metal and hammers it in to prevent the table from falling again.
Kyelle looked at Monketh worriedly then.
\"Nah, that\'s ok, Leji.\"
Hevrah enters the tavern and looks on at the crazy scene. He looked at the broken table.
\"What did i miss?\"
Monketh rummaged through his pack.
Kyelle exclaimed \"It\'s fixed now!\"
Hevrah glanced at the wooden leg.
\"Monketh\'s trying to take the table.\" muttered Agara.
\"Kada is going to shoot me...\" he sighed heavily.
Monketh took out a piece of cotton, which he dabbed in something, then dabbed on his bruise.
Kyelle looked at the leg too; \"Err... don\'t tell Deadhawk\"
\"It\'s not your fault, hev\" Agara said.
\"But I\'m suppose to take care of the tavern when she or cad isn\'t here...\"
\"Ah ok, hev\"
Monketh attempted to rationalize the action, saying \"I wasn\'t taking it, I was just borrowing the leg... uh, indefinitely...\"
Hevrah pulled out a small knife, then he broke the wooden leg off and began to whittle. He studied the woodwork of the other legs.
Monketh started removing wood on the other half of the chain, creating the rest of the links.
Leji prayed to theron during all of this for some help with this the mad wood-workers.
Monketh tossed the hardwood chain to Kyelle, it being no longer capable of supporting a table, or anything else for that matter.
Kyelle caught the chain and staggered
\"Oy, they\'re quite useful to have around\"
Leji prayed harder.
\"Thanks Monketh!\" Kyelle examined the chain.
Kyelle started chuckling wickedly.
\"There!\"
Hevrah places the leg back back under the table.
\"Well, not the best, but I\'m sure a bunch of drunks won\'t mind.\"
Monketh cleaned up the rest of the shavings, put them in a bag, and tossed it in into the fire. He then jokingly luaghed in a malicious manner.
\"Looks perfect Hevrah.\" Kyelle said.
Leji prayed even harder.
Monketh again hammered a piece of metal rod in to keep it still.
\"Thank you, monketh.\"
\"Looks great Hevrah.\" Agara said with a smile.
\"Thank you kyelle and agara\"
Monketh smiled, as if the whole incident of stealing a table leg and carving it up was ridiculously funny.
Leji sighed
Kyelle muttered; \"Now my plans can go forth\"...
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Born into a family of engineers, Mike E. Keene found the urge to seek out his destiny among the stars. He was bored with life at home and wanted to experience a faster pace, to do something, instead of leaving all the work to machines. With this intent he enlisted in the Terran Military Officer Training Academy,(or TMOTA for short) and earned his degrees in various foreign languages, mobile armor systems, and piloting. He was assigned to the homeworld of the Rijack, an unstable and war-like race. He was placed in charge of a small squadron of embassy defense pilots, those with good rankings for pilot training in their respective fields. Due to the nature of the group, being the leader was relatively just a name. He became involved in the Great Uprising Conflict, a civil war covering the entire planet and some of it\'s moons. The uprising faction was hostile towards the terran government, and the embassy was one of its\' first targets. As leader of the squadron, Sgt. Keene assumed responsibility for being the last to be transported out during the evacuation. He became an ace on the third day, then it was his turn to leave. Relations with the Rijack have not been good since this time.
He went on to fight in the wars of the Earth\'s outlying lands, usually nothing more than minor skirmishes compared to wars before man had left for space. He would likely have stayed in the service, if it was not for one single event. The destruction of Nevada Colony.
A man three years his senior, whom he had known at the academy, was the test pilot of the first N.K.I. (Neural-Kinetic Inline) mobile armor. Militant elements of the government had pushed that ambitious pilot to demonstrate an untested armor, with an untested system, despite the deep warnings against it given by the machines. The system caused its\' pilot, Tim Roebuck, to have Schizophrenia. The raw feedback of the armor drove him insane, it gave him the feeling of an ultimate power trip. In secret, Roebuck developed his own version, replacing the standard amor with an ultra heavy metal. He added shielding around his cockpit to protect him from the radiation emited from the dense substance. In order to prove his immortal superiority, he would engineer a massacre. Using a gigantic radiation-shield developed for near-star research, he would wipe out the largest city of the Nevada colony. Keene\'s carrier received the call. David Slicer\'s NKI 03 was deployed (also known as the \"enki\" from Kintall\'s thread) to fight him directly, as well as Mohammad Al-Rahiid\'s Artillery Unit to back him up. Mike\'s NKI 02 Unit was undergoing upgrades on its firing arm at the time, leaving it temporarily incapcitated. It was suspected that the fight, if he could not be reasoned with or stopped without harm, would be a quick one, but NKI-02 would be deployed anyway. The assumption was wrong. The utter destruction of Al-Rahiid\'s Mobile armor sent alarms throughout the ship, but some bizarre form of electro-magnetic radiation prevented use of the carrier\'s weapons. The arm switching procedure neared completion, but too late, the vast radiation shield was already plumeting into the planet\'s atmosphere, and the prototype did not take into account a pilot\'s physical limitations. Roebuck had nothing preventing him from slowly letting the G\'s kill him. Luckily, Slicer managed to cut loose the prototype\'s head and slam it into the atmosphere. It burned in a beautiful comet-style, but he was now out of ammunition, and he felt sick. NKI-03 was self-destructed, the pilot ejected, of course, splitting the shield in two. Keene was able to fire down high-explosive rounds, furthur deflecting the blast-zone. Despite their best efforts, however, what resulted was a mass human catastrophe on a scale not seen since the last of the world wars.
\"A MILLION KILLED BY MADMAN!!!\" Ran the headline. Rather than commit himself to death, however, Keene obeyed the deathbed wish of his partner, David, and lived on that he might tell the story. He could not bear the guilt, however, and embarked on a solo research project to a newly discovered planet dubbed \"Vodul\'s World\". He erased his memories, intending to live forever among the people of that world. Fate, however, had a different plan....
He now operates as earth\'s agent and cultural investigator to Yliakum.
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Much better, I think, than my previous one, though based heavily on it. I\'ll replace it at the guild-site tomorrow.
Comments, as usual, are appreciated. If ya\' read it, say something! :P