Fantasy The Epic Awesome Quest- Icrp

[Doomyfish23]

Planet Valthoom orbit, Obzedat universe, material plane.


The Gossamer drifted in a lazy orbit around the beautiful primitive planet below its crew fast at work finishing the last of the preparations. The captain however was on the planet below gathering the last of the "essential" supplies. The lack of intelligent life on Valthoom paired with its particularly dangerous mega-fauna made it a perfect place to stash things you didnt want people to find. Rabbit had just finished stuffing the lockers in the barracks, guns and ammo of nearly every make and model. Not the custom ones he made that had special properties, but fine well crafted firearms nonetheless. He closed the final locker and listened for the crisp click of it auto locking, content he stepped out of the room and into the main hallway of the second floor of the golden ship. Having finished his own chores he decided it was the perfect time to go bother his brother, the one on the ship at least. He found spider right where he had last seen him, in the ships core programming the Navigational nexus and attempting to establish a link to the Narratives Multiversal mapping agency. Rabbit could only see the legs of his brother poking out from under a strange device looking like an upside down cone with the pointed end embedded in the black metal cube his brother was currently inside of but it was the broad emd that caught his eye, atop the cone was a floating cube made of a highly reflective and seemingly liquid metallic substance. "Hows it coming?" rabbit asked in his usual low almost whisper tone keeping his eyes on the cube. For a moment spider was silent but finally he let out a strained grunt that was followed by a whirling sound and a ripple that spread across the floating cubes surface transforming the cube into a strange 3 dimensional grid with tiny spheres floating within the grids empty spaces. "Done....finally. That crap took forever. Link should be up in about five minutes. Croc still planetside?" spider said quickly, and after getting a nod in response to his question he took rabbits extended hand and climbed to his feet. He held no tools but his hands were shaking a bit and he seemed exhausted. "You good?" rabbit asked arching an eyebrow. "Yeah im fine just need some snacks and a long nap. You feel like bringing me some smokes once Croc gets back?" Spider said as they reached the hallway and were getting ready to go their separate ways. Spider off to his own room and rabbit off to the bridge to see if Jwarva had heard from croc yet...

Planetside

The jungles of Valthoom were full of massive creatures that would put the dinosaurs to shame, but croc had already made this trip a few times in his time galavanting around the multiverse, and each time he cursed whoever came up with the brilliant idea of this green hell being a storage point. Luckily his stay here was just about done. Over his left shoulder sat the last crate of supplies for the journey. They had enough ingredients and food for a whole year, plus the list of medical supplies Thera had asked him about. Not to mention enough booze to keep him pleasantly buzzed the entire time, and enough cigarettes to keep spider from being a whiney child the whole time. As he approached the golden platform where the rest of the dozen or two crates of supplies sat stacked chaotically he touched his communicator and called out to his first mate. "Jwarva, we're ready to go. Bring the ship down." he spoke in his usual gruff almost growl like tone. The platform he and his loot were on was actually a panel from the hanger of the Gossamer. Designed to be a quick deploy and recall system for supplies. This panel could easily withstand reentry and would give a softish landing to whatever was on top of it at the time. More pertinent to his current situation however it could be pulled back into the ship from the edge of the atmosphere using directed magnetism. Once back on board and assuming spider was done calibrating the Navigational nexus he would likely contact the Narrative Dispatch and find out what exactly happened while the gossamer was down, and where the bastards who downed it ran off to...

PixelSymphony phibglib Caffeine_Obsessed BlightGiver ThatGuyWithSouvlaki​

 

[PixelSymphony]

Click... click... click... The soft repeated sounds of metal touching metal quietly emanated through the armory as Val'sharra carefully loaded precision-manufactured cartridges one by one into a small, double-stack magazine, the final round going in with a shunk as the spring compression underneath everything reached its maximum. Raising the magazine to the lights over head, it looked like everybody had stacked nice and neatly, but purely out of habit, she gave it a sharp tap on its back atop the workbench before setting it down and reaching for one of its empty brethren to begin the process anew. Nearby, oil-stained rags and patches of gauze covered in combustion residue lay next to sharpening stones and pieces of test-cut paper, all of them testaments to the thoroughness the demoness practiced in her long-awaited task of maintaining her weapons. How long has it been? When I left Hymnalia, it was in a rush, then when I was hiding out in the middle of Nowhere, I never actually had a chance to break anything down, all things considered, so... A stream of quick calculations flew through her mind, and her face quickly fell when she realized the exact span of time it had been. By the Creator, she said with a wince, I'm lucky nothing's jammed on me since.

Well, no matter now, she had performed the necessary steps to ensure her arms were in good working order. A second and third of the blackened steel boxes fell to the table in quick succession, filled to the brim with their lethal loads, and as she quietly hummed to herself, she soon found her task complete, the final magazine sliding into the handguard of her SPP to be racked and chambered in a single fluid motion. Her crimson eyes flared with satisfaction momentarily... until they swept past the array of ammunition containers for her otherguns, patiently awaiting their turn. Sighing, she holstered the pistol and turned her attention to the next batch as again the gentle humming began to float in the air...

~~~

"I need a drink," the demoness sighed, her gloved hand held to her forehead. She had learned the basic layout of the ship upon her introduction to the crew, but it would do her good to continue to explore the ship. The metallic floor gave soft echoes to her foot falls as she made her way to the conference room that was spoken of to have a bar; while it wasn't her intent to get fully drunk, a bit of a relaxant would be a welcome relief. White hair bounced underneath the dark blue-gray wimple or her ad-hoc nun's habit as she strode through the hallways, winding up and around the multiple decks until she arrived at her destination, somewhat better oriented to the Gossamer's many rooms, but admittedly even further parched. As she slid behind the bar to take a look at what exactly was available for consumption, an odd wave of nostalgia hit her from the last time she had been in a similar position. Fate truly is strange somedays. A small, airy laugh flitted out as she spied a variety of amber-filled bottles arrayed in a grand spread of intoxication. "I see the captain is quite the fan of brown liquour," she spoke quietly to herself as she reached for a bottle of whiskey, her lips crooked upwards in an amused smile. "Well... it is my job to ensure the quality of all foodstuffs and comestibles..."

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

Jaxon still couldn’t process him being recruited.. well anywhere really. Sure he was considered a “hero” but how? He was just some psychopath who knew how to take down a few so called “bad guys”. He saw the line between good and bad a tad blurred. He couldn’t understand how one person could be truly good and how another could be truly bad. If anything he should be considered a bad guy, or at least a villain. But, ultimately most people who knew of him in his world respected him. For what? He had no idea. But now he ended up being recruited on this godforsaken spaceship. But he did have to admit, it looked awesome.

As Jaxon roamed the halls, he ended up getting lost.. of course. Even in the few years he had been here he still hasn’t mapped this place out in his head. He felt ashamed. It usually wouldn’t take him this long to recognize corridors he has walked past so many times already. He stopped at a set of two double doors. This room seemed to be big, or important. Maybe it was the conference room? He still had no idea. He should. He’s been here before. For whatever god or gods are out there he curses them. He unceremoniously threw the doors open. He wasn’t one for politeness.. except if he has something to gain out of it.

Ah, yes he was right. It was the conference room. He should’ve known. If only he could bash his head against the door frame, he would. But that would hurt his ego too much if someone caught him. He spots that demonic nun that is his crew mate. She always gave him the shivers. Then again so did the first mate. She was even worse. He visibly shakes the thoughts off of him. He matches his footsteps with the ticking of his pocket watch as he walks towards the bar area. “Well hello there.. demon nun.” His voice came out a bit muffled since his black scarf was always covering his face. He didn’t care to remember people’s names. With a slight wave of his hand he sat down next to her. He also didn’t know personal space all that much. He bends over the counter to grab a random bottle of... whatever was in store at the time. As long as it got him drunk, he didn’t care. Though he didn’t really like the taste all that much. Then again he didn’t like the taste of anything. Most things just tasted like molecules. He mentally grimaces. That molecule.. feeling(he wouldn’t call it a taste) was hard to describe. So he wasn’t even gonna try. He grabbed a glass nearby and filled it halfway. Might as well have some fun. He downs a big gulp.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Thera was at home in the great jungles of Valthoom that was not unlike her own words though on scale much greater that what she was used to. Still she was not one to decline a challenge and it was her understanding the forest of this place held great bounties particularly in terms of medicine. The ship's computer mentioned a few types which were not far from what she knew were useful, and she had enough experience to guess by sight and smell. So she climbed up of the longer trees, her nails digging in firmly into the tree bark and using her strength to bring up her large form up the tree like large grey monkey. She had other means to climb the tree but nothing beats using ones on physical strength to manage.

She smiled at each leap at the rush of adrenaline, knowing that any misplacement of her hand or fit or a lighter grip the necessary would send her down many feet to the ground to her death. This was wonderful, fresh air, the natures sounds and smells. She was in the shuffling and miniscule ship far too long. She felt she was getting stir crazy in that sterilized environment, still not used to it after three months as part of the crew. How do people survive in there, she did not understand. She needed this freedom to breathe.

She completed her search a couple of hours later, her pouch filled with flowers, leaves and herbs while in her hands a few bird carcasses. She should be returning to the ship soon and just had to find her colleagues, she came back down to ground level and tried to find a trace of them about from whatever disturbance they left behind in the forest floor.

 

[BlightGiver]

Jwarva stared out into the view of the planet, eyeing up the blending of the bright atmosphere and the blackness of space. A blurry boundary separating warmth and life from a cold, unfeeling expanse. Observations such as this reminded her of her home during it's transition to compleation. A small necklace depicting a circle with a jagged line running down the middle swayed in the air of the ship. The symbol was one of great reverence to Jwarva, detailing her new history and beliefs; but she need not dwell on those, as the familiar voice of Croc came in over the intercom. Turns out he was ready for pickup from the planet's surface.

Nodding her head, Jwarva brought the ship around and down toward the planet. She was rather humbled to be able to pilot such a majestic vessel; the vehicle being made of metal and polymers, but moved so fluid and organically. Reminding her of the flying creatures on her home planet, some utilizing wings, others having been turned into floating bags of air, dripping glistening oil along the ground as rain. Tranquilities of her home couldn't ever properly be recreated in realms outside of it; yet, Jwarva never felt uncomfortable here.

Despite the aggression most realms showed to the praetor's whenever they began compleation (even her people did pre-compleation), no one she met had ever attacked on first glance. Despite being plated by metal, with the cracks showing her interior flesh, none have yet to be immediately violent. This has served well with her relation to her crewmates in the past, although she may be a bit uneasy with the new recruitments. She's always reassured they'd warm up to each other over time, though anyone harboring negative thoughts could drastically ruin morale and missions.

"All it takes is someone to become annoyed by the glistening oil." She notes to herself, referencing the oil that sporadically leaks from her eye sockets and joints on occasion. She does try to always clean up as much as she can, especially considering the oil's inherent properties, though isn't perfect and may leave a stain or two, or three. She couldn't recall how many times the crew has had to get new interior replacements due to her absentmindedly leaking oil from her hand, after placing it against a wall. "Just another quirk of working with a unique crew." She jests. Turning on the intercom, she alerts Croc, "Bringing her on down; make sure not to forget anything, because I won't be making a second trip." She jokes.

Doomyfish23

 

[Doomyfish23]

Croc

Croc watched Thera cross through the dense forest towards the platform with a good bit of envy. He was strong and certainly no slouch when it came to mobility but the way Thera flipped through the trees made him feel sluggish by comparison. She had likely followed his trail here, he didn't really make much effort to hide his presence here, after all even the largest of apex predators here would still have a hard time putting a scratch on him. As she neared the clearing and the golden platform Croc stood upon he greeted her casually "Way to stick the landing doc." he smirked but didn't look at her, his eyes were too busy scanning the sky. Hearing Jwarva reply to him he simply shifted his gaze to the crates around him. "Im sure we will be fine." he mumbled back as he spotted the ship breaking the clouds.

Normally a vessel caught in the gravity well of a planet on a downward approach would start to burn up and rattle as it experienced reentry. However the Gossamer was not a normal vessel. It gently lowered itself as if gravity didn't exist to it and when it reached 50,000ft it stopped. The Directed magnetic tractor beam would fire shortly afterwards catching the golden platform and raising it to the ship like an elevator platform. As the platform neared the bottom of the ship would open in a square shaped hole that perfectly fit the platform. Enough so that the platform itself seemed to become the bottom of the ship. As soon as he arrived croc announced that they would be meeting in the conference room, linking his own communicator to the ships comms to announce to everyone on board.

He left the cargo where it sat with the exception of the liquor crate which he hefted onto his shoulder without a sound as if it didn't weigh nearly 400lbs. He walked at a controlled slow pace and upon arrival to the conference room he greeted the two occupants there. "Put that pisswater away, ive got some top shelf stuff here" he said with a smile as he produced the whisky. The bottles were at least 200 years old with croc having stashed them there nearly a century ago, and them being over a hundred years old when he took them from his home realm. He took a spot behind the bar pulling enough glasses for each member of the crew and pouring each one a drink as they made their way into the conference room.

Rabbit

He had just entered the bridge when Jwarva began to maneuver the ship into position to bring in the platform. As she worked he eyed her with curiosity. He had a hard time not doing so, but she was not something that made him gawk or something he found repulsive. On the contrary part of him was rather enthralled by her bodies many oddities, the same way one would be when observing a strange creature they had never seen before and were not afraid of. He waited quietly as she communicated with croc and finally spoke up at the end of their little exchange. "Hi there Jwarva...you uh...you excited to get this show on the road?" again he spoke in that soft almost whisper tone he always did, as if he were afraid more volume would be offensive "I know my brothers are, Croc is out for blood, Spider Not quite the same level but he is as well...not me though. Im worried to be honest." he looked to the ground sheepishly as if ashamed of what he was gonna say next. "Its just...we lost a lot of friends ya know and im worried...what if we loose more? I don't think i could handle loosing Croc or Spider, or you. Not to mention the rest of the people we just got wrapped up in all this." he sighed his resolve already wavering.

luckily Crocs announcement filled the ship and Rabbit saw his way out, "Nevermind im probably just over rreacting...we should probably go see what croc wants." he said gesturing to the bridge door Rabbit figured he would still hear Jwarva's response on the way but at least the short walk to the conference room would limit how long she could respond. While he did hold her opinion in high regard he was worried that she would think him a coward for all his worrying.

Spider

He had nearly gotten to sleep, so close that the sounds of explosions and cries for help had already begun to cut into his mind, flashbacks of the brutal battles he had faced with his brothers and without. Several hundred had already died by his hand and though they were no longer in the world of the living, each one clung to him as if haunting him, no matter how hard he tried he could never forget the faces. Though he would never admit it a part of him was happy to be woken up by his brothers voice crackling over the intercom. He jolted up a tad bit excited, his smokes were here and he had been fiending hard for nearly a week now.

Even still he took his time rosing and getting dressed relishing in the fact that his brother would he annoyed at his arriving late. After he spent a few extra minutes counting the stars out of his window he finally made his way to the conference room where his brother waited to hand him a drink and clear his throat readying to start a speech. Spider just rolled his eyes as his brother began what was to certainly be a long winded speech. "My friends and cohorts let me just start by-Bing Bong" Croc started only to be cut off by the chime of the Gossamer connecting with the Narrative now that her nexus was online. As the chime still echoed the ships firewall systems were overridden by high security clearance. The holotable flickered online displaying the symbol of the Narrative, an armored hand with a pen writing in an open book, before shifting to the image of a man. He had long hair and an equally long beard, across one of his eyes was an eyepatch, and on each shoulder was a raven. The man wore a buisness suit and despite his obvious age spoke and moved with a deceptively youthful vigor. "Croc you sonofabitch, we all thought you were dead...who are all these new faces?" The man paused for a second but croc did not respond instead rolling his eyes and beginning to down his drink thirstily. "I see...Such a shame they were some fine agents." his voice took a soft tone "Your the damned all father, why didnt you look for us? Or even just send hiemdaller...are we so expendable." "Watch yourself croc" His tone shifted sharply and if one were paying attention they would feel a subtle vibration rattle the ship ever so slightly. "losses are a part of the job. Besides you weren't the only ones to be hit. Who ever it was that organized the assault on your crew they did so for nearly every ship in the narratives fleet. I lost a son croc..." for once crocs expression seemed to soften to one of concern. "Thor?" croc asked with a hint of concern that didnt seem to fit his character. The Allfather just shook his head "Baldur...but enough about loss. I see you filled their crew. Now normally id tell you to fill out an EE-79 and get them into basic right away. But we dont have time for that so ill tell you what, you and these guys go take care of a quick scrap for me, some low grade stuff, and that'll prove to me that these guys are ready for action and ill sign the EE-80 myself and have their deputization officialized."

Spider watched croc sigh and nod, "Fine we will take care of it, just send the coordinates. But as soon as you send that paperwork i want to read the full reports of the assault on the other ships. I need something to sink my teeth into...And Odin...im sorry about yer kid, Balder was the good one." Croc seemed genuine enough and Odin seemed to hesitate over the hang up button but eventually pushed it without saying any more. Croc sighed once more refilling his now empty drink. Wanting to break the tension spider finally spoke up. "Wheres my smokes Captain." he said with a slight smirk. Knowing full well that he had just pushed a big button he set his glass down waiting for croc to blow up at him. To his surprise it was rabbit who spoke up. "Shut up Johnny." He said no longer in that whispered and looking at him rather seriously. Despite feeling frisky spider couldn't seem to find anymore words and took his little brothers advice.
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[PixelSymphony]

Val'sharra had scarcely poured herself a glass of the amber liquid when the doors to the conference room flew open, their wooden panels banging hard against the walls of the ship as Jaxon came barging in square through the middle of them. The scarved and begoggled engineer was always difficult to read the facial expressions of, but the way he randomly looked to and fro as he meandered up to the bar indicated that he was as much burning time as she was at this point.

"Well hello there... demon nun," he said in a muffled tone as he sat down, his scarf doing much to obscure his voice.

"My oh my," Val playfully offered, "Jaxon Gadsby I do believe you are my first client of the day." She leaned forward on the bar, drawing closer to the man to tease him. "So... what'll sate your desire?" she asked, the honeyed words velvet smooth with husky undertones as she gave a momentarily alluring smile. Almost as if to reply, the gruff engineer reached across the wood surface to snag the bottle she'd been pouring from just a second ago, sloshing a fair amount into the closest glass he could find before sliding it back her way to deal with. She sighed. "Three fingers of whiskey neat, I take it." she replied deadpan, dropping her act as she straightened up to stopper up the whiskey container. "Well, I certainly can't argue your choice, then." A large ice cube made its way into the tumbler beside her, and she swirled the watery crystal around, the filamentous streams of dilution working their way throughout the glass as she raised it aloft. "Right then, cheers to our new employment." She made a motion to the man with the glass and tossed a glug of her drink down the hatch.

She gave a small bit of a cough, as it had been some time since she'd taken quite a shot like that, though quickly her throat calmed down, her demonic composition unwilling to be shown up by a mere human intoxicant. "Care for anoth-" She was cut short as the Gossamer's on-board comms flared to life, the leathery voice of Croc crackling out to announce the away team's return to the ship and subsequent call for meeting in the very room Jaxon and Val sat. "Convenient for us, I guess," Val tossed off as she returned to her bar lean, now slowly nursing the remainder of her drink. "So what all cargo do you think we just brought on board Jax? Food? Ammunition? More booze?" Croc's arrival with veritable crates of the stuff answered her idle question succinctly, and as he announced the quality of the goods he bore, Val gave a nod and lifted the bottle back onto the shelf where it had previously lay and moved to vacate the service area, now sitting beside her top-hat wearing companion.

The second round she ended up taking from the stock Croc had retrieved was a far deeper brown than the first glass, and she was unsurprised when she took a whiff that it possessed a noticeably stronger, earthier nose. She took a careful sip, and nearly laughed when she realized the tastes that were running through her palate. "Leather and aged oak with a hint of smokiness..." She glanced up to Croc. "No wonder why you like this stuff; it tastes like I just got punched through a table in an old saloon." She took a second drink, the taste very interesting in its composure, and as she leaned against the bar from her stool to face the conference room proper, she settled in for what would become their ad-hoc briefing, quickly tossing off a wave to Rabbit, Jwarva, and Thera as they entered to do likewise.

~~~

Well now that was a way to get the blood pumping; three weeks in and they were already being deployed on a mission. The demoness flagged Croc's attention through a series of motions of her glass. "So we're on on the clock already then. Well then." She slung an arm around Jaxon comically as she spoke. "Don't keep Jax and me in suspense cap, what have our newfound employers got us doing? I'm guessing we're not just picking up coffee for the lot of them..."

Caffeine_Obsessed Doomyfish23

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

Jaxon could almost laugh at how the demon nun was acting. But he refrained, the taste of the whiskey still on his tongue. He holds back a grimace. He hated lingering tastes.. or smells.

“Right then, cheers to our new employment.” As she made the declaration, he chuckled and rose his glass up alongside hers, and said proudly, “Cheers!” He took another big gulped and made a woo! Sound. The burning helped distract him from the taste.

As Croc walked in, Jaxon proclaimed “Well, if it isn’t our own crocodile man! Back so soon?” He joked. As he saw the crates he silently cheered inside his mind. Finally! More supplies. It’s not like they needed it, but it was always useful to have more. He gives the demon a shrug. He honestly didn’t know what to expect, but he knew it must be useful. He downs another gulp of the whiskey already in his glass.

At the mention of Odin losing a son, Jaxon shifted in his seat awkwardly. He didn’t know them that well... at all. But the sounds of sadness from their voices made him uncomfortable. He.. didn’t know how to act in the presence of sadness. So he said nothing.
At the announcement of a mission, Jaxon perked up. He always enjoyed going adventuring. Though this didn’t seem like a big job, from the way their attitudes towards this was.

He gave a hearty laugh as he slung his arm over the She-demon’s shoulders as she did his. “Let’s just hope we have some fun, huh?” He always hoped for fun on jobs. Even in his own world, where fun wasn’t always guaranteed.

 

[phibglib]

Chevi arrived in the conference room not long after Croc did. She walked in and witnessed Croc pouring a drink for her. With a bit of nervous excitement, she made her way over to the bar. She hadn't had much experience with alcohol, and she was always a little bit suspicious of the product. "Thanks," she said as she smiled and took a bottle. She recoiled at the strength of the drink. "Ready for our first mission, everyone?" she asked.

Chevi was shocked to see that the old god referenced in various cultures in the history of her home civilization seemed to be actually real. Odin was known to the Kauiki as the wise and powerful chief of the gods.

After the call concluded, she looked at Croc and said, "Well, I guess that's my cue, right?"