TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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You woke to the sound of 1960's French music. Apparently something is messed up with the radio station you set your alarm on. I mean, what channel plays 1960's French?
You stand up and look out the window. You had the ship set on autopilot, while you slept, having an alarm ready for when you were five minutes out from the selected landing zone.
The landing zone you're about to be going into is a swamp. Supposedly it's been experiencing an odd phenomenon. A section is falling down faster than it should be. To an educated eye, it the warning signs of a building built by the mysterious race who created the caches. It's not a sure sign, but good enough.
You were about to sit down, when all of a sudden another ship quickly passes you. The computer states that at it's current speed, it will reach an area close to your landing zone in three and a half minutes. |
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I sigh and turn auto-pilot off. I then turn the speed up and start flying. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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As you do, a cannon on the other ship's head faces yours. All of a sudden, it releases a blue wave that your ship gets caught up in. All of a sudden, your computer goes black, with red words saying:
Virus Detected! We're sorry to announce we must debug your ship. The process will take around seven minutes. Until then, all other electronic devices including piloting are to be turned, except for the essentials needed for a habitable environment.
They jammed your ship... That's a little low. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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(Turned off. I apparently forgot to put the off in that sentence) |
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I sigh and sit there. Nothing else I can really do. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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Seven minutes pass, and a message comes up on the screen.
Virus Removed! Have a nice day!
Your electronics all come online. You think it may not be too late to go and claim the cache before these newcomers can. |
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I continue flying until I reach my destination.
(When will I reach the place I need to be?) |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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(Right... now)
Your ship continues it's path with no consequences. The clearing you chose is nice. Spacious and close to your target, you only need to walk. Even still, if those guys went ahead of you, you should probably come armed. It wouldn't be the first fire fight you had. |
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I take my weapons and head out. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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Guns in hand, with your Flag on your back, you examine the area. You get ambushed by mud. It's like water, going up to your knees. However, by some miracle, it got solid around there. No wonder why the building, if one exists, is sinking so fast. |
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I use my guns to try to shoot off the mud. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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It does nothing. The mud is, to your perspective, as large as an ocean. Even your ship is sinking a little into it. You can't simply shoot it off. |
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I look around for anything I can grab onto |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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No need. It's so far as you can see only knee high. You'll live. You should wade through this mud and check out the depression. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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As you see reach the spot, you see what seems like a massive, perfectly circular crater. You also see a small hole to an area with blue lights a little off from the center. Building, confirmed. Other people after it, confirmed. |
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I look around just in case some one else is out here just in case before I go through. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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Nope, no one. You fall through. When you enter, you see a hall that's falling apart. Some parts of the roof have cracks, and some have fallen over, filling the passage with mud. In the hold you fell down, mud was dropping like a water fall. But there was one thing evident. This building had all the trademarks of that early unnamed civilization. A pale, almost grey, blue metal building their halls, accompanied by blue lights. This increases the odds of a cache in the building. |
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Uh... I start looking around I guess. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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As you start to look around you see a massive chamber. Inside is the cache, a bunch of curved spires that look like metal vines with a blue glow coming out of them. And in front, interacting with the massive console that popped out as one approaches it, was a human, an eru, and an ugatogh. And you recognized these three. Particularly the human.
It was the famous cache hunter, Victor. Number three of the list of the top five famous sponsored cache hunters in the Community. And the one who has always been bugging you since you started and got into a dust up over previous cache. |
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Quickly I start shooting. I shouldn't trust anyone. |
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TikobeJoin Date: 2011-08-12
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The first shot misses, and alerts the ugatogh, who's name you remember as Gahgrung. Before any of your other bullets can dream about being hits, Gahgrung opens up a shield, protecting the eru, named Navree, and Victor. At this, Victor turns around and smiles, like you were a friend giving a happy greeting. You can see the gears in his rundun suit moving as he pulls out his pistol and bends his knees. You lost the surprise advantage.
One thing you learned is to be scared of Victor. He was a sponsored cache-hunter. A competitor is tough enough in a fight, however some people have become so famous at finding caches, companies sponsor them to be promoted. This allows the sponsored cache-hunters to be able to access top-quality gear, centuries better than your own.
This puts their combat ability at a level that's nightmarish above your own.
As to what trick Victor put almost all his money on...
He jumps onto the roof, and almost immediately jumps to the spot right behind you. The Monkey-Foot Suit, as it's often nicknamed, is so highly priced, as the technology is a little advanced even for the chrails. It carries all of the features of a classic rundun suit, but also allows for horrifying high jumps, and jumping off of walls and roofs. This fixes the classic problem with the rundun art: Getting to your opponent. He could move before you could react. As was the case as he grabbed your right arm and twisted it behind your back, forcing you to drop your gun. As an extra measure, he points his pistol to your head.
"Don't try starting games without saying high to your friends first," he jokes. |
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"I don't care." I say as I kick his shin hoping he would trip. |
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