Something BIG!

Meanwhile...

Sigin

God bless Inquirer, without the aid of that special cloak she usually wears, my journey down to handle this upcoming task would be so much harder.

Oh now, usually I would think noting at all now of sneaking about. With training from those like Elrondir and Inquirer, I dare say I have grown much better at it than what I was before....certain situations proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt such skills were sometimes needful (re: 14871). Even for those like myself....

Throw in a little magery and I dare say that you'd never see me unless I wished....

Now , during times like this, I probably need all the help I can get in order to give the help I am giving!

My personal reserves for magery are rather depleted still from that battle with none other than Morgaine (ala Morganna le Fey), after all! I am now relying on simple expedients like "spell components" and "magical items" to do what I might normally do by the ways I learned whilst growing up as a dragon!

Some of the spell components I might be using here today are rather expensive....and only found readily in what remains of my old Hoard. If it was not for me being a Champion, casting spells that way would not only be painful (remember, a Dragon's Hoard is part of his or her life)....but could shorten ones life! Hey, even using a magical item from the Hoard can be....rather uncomfortable (akin to somebody walking on your own grave). Makes a body a bit squeamish on using even high value, non-Hoard magical items and spell components, even.

Ah, but now I think you're seeing why I and other dragons cast spells they way they do (relying wholly on semantics and gestures) than the more traditional methods.

Anyhow, it was rather nice for her to lend me her cloak. Whilst it has always been an open, friendly debate amongst my friends on who (after the Doctor) was the most formidable fellow. Given this group, it's a close race, but....my vote had always been on Inquirer whilst, much to my chagrin she'd always say I was.

Right now, as things stood, my vote is especially for Inquirer, with the others a close second! Myself, as I feel right now, I'd place in "last place".

Ah, but I guess Inquirer was saying I was being rather unbecomingly undraconically modest!

Well a day.....

Now, best to focus on the task at hand, Sigin! Need not let one's concentration slip enough whilst we slip past another PK barricade.

....

Goodness, one would almost get the impression that they were getting....overran here by whatever the source of those explosions. Whatever they are, they were responsible for the disruption of the gravity generators, causing them to null OUT this moon's natural gravity instead of bringing it to par with something near Terra normal....

B'Elanna was still rolling her eyes over that one. Considering what I've learned about "high-technology" myself, about what goes into gravity generators and such, I must take my hats off to those authors of chaos! Takes real talent and effort to disrupt those things, let me tell you!

Life support on a starship will fail before the gravity generators begin to malfunction, after all! In that the Star Trek shows were the most true to reality of the real Star Trek universes.

Anyway, whilst I volunteered to discover the source of the explosions, Inquirer and some of the others are off to find either those other people special to Crithon or to gain that life saving tissue sample for Sun.

While dangerous business, I can if need just slip into full dragon form (small size) and breath fire at anyone too pressing. In that form I can take a LOT of punishment...

I finally round the corner and whilst I don't see....anyone packing explosives I almost give off a rather explosive string of curses myself. That is how put out of sorts by what I am seeing.

It would appear that in addition to some captured PK base personnel, there has also been some rather exotic "catches" as well!

God help me, but I swear that one rather battered but defiant looking chap looks like that Dark Lord from our most recent game in Torg! Was rather fun romping about that pulp fiction world.... If only the villains in reality were always as chatty about their master plans as in that game!

Make my job easier, if anything....

And that is the time I see forces that I recognize from pictures shown to me by Inquirer and her friends.

The slang term I've heard them, these soldiers for Company payroll, are called Tyrells (referring back to that rather dire scifi movie called Bladerunner). Even met some of that ilk at some diplomatic gatherings.

Swear that the phrase "More human than human" (a corporate slogan from the Bladerunner as well as some kind of "punk rock" band) sure applies to those memories of that meeting. Meaning that their now free AI creations (the Golems) have more "humanity" to them than those slick, jumped upped glamour boys ever shall possess.

After meeting one of the "Company boys" as Inquirer put it, I was given a much clearer understanding of yet another popular phrase the Military have in regards to the Company and the worlds they reign over still: "Style over substance."

Another chap (quiet dead by the hole in his chest) amongst a pile of his comrades, tells of yet a third player (now quiet out of it....permanently). I...believe that the fellow looks just like that maniac who chased B'Elanna around so long ago before meeting her love, Elrondir (re: 6613). Looks like she'll not get to ever get the chance to punch Kane's ticket after all.... Just a feeling, after all, because this could just be an analog, but....

A whirling vortex that keeps shifting scenery from one local to another tells me that something....odd has happened here.... Odd and seriously dangerous, if I don't miss my guess!

....

Talk about your understatements. Worthy of the Doctor, I am sure....

An older oriental gentleman then steps up, bodyguards at his side, and then greets that Dark Lord looking chap, who is looking defiantly but silently (for a change) back...

"High Lord, Mobius," he chuckles softly, shaking his head, "We meet again...as it were....for the first time. If nothing else from Market place have I learned, one is to never let an insult....go unpunished. That and money is everything, of course."

"But before that," he smiles a cold smile, "A lesson in life. Never put down a Malestorm bridge in the exact spot and exact time THREE others are occupying. You will NOT like the results."

The man then holds up an object in his hands....and CRUSHES it, bringing what I'd call a scream of utter outrage and shock from.....Mobius?!

At the oriental gentleman's feet lay what remains of Kefertiri Idol, a crocodile-headed idol. And if this IS what I...well...what I think it was....then...

1. It was a real Darkness Device....

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