The Nebulian Realms

2006-07-24 [Dreamseller]: -he looked straight at the door. he was on the floor. Sam and Charlie were beside the left wall, while Theodore and Ran were on the right one. They were waiting for something to step in. They still thought they were in Egypt. Anytime now a man with a big turban would step in, and be blasted to hell. But what came... They hadn't expected in the least bit. A purple, smaller then a man, stepped in. At first, none of them knew what to do. They all froze. This was wrong. The creature looked straight at Sam, showing all it's teeth. It's lips were rolled up, as it gave a horrible shreak.- "Oh shit..." Sam muttered. -They all stared at the purple...Thing... It was like slow motion...

2006-07-24 [Dreamseller]: Fred watched, as the creature's head was torn from it's body by a couple of Sam's SAW bullets.- Sam- OH MY GOD! What the hell was that!?!?!?!?! Charlie- Did i tell you to fire?! Did i tell you to fire, Privet?! Sam- Dude!! What the hell?! That "thing"! I "had" to kill it! "I don't think it's dead." Theodore said, as if he was gonna be sick. -They all watched, as the headless body got to it's knees, and then back on it's two feet.- Fred- Let's get outta here. Charlie- Agreed. -Charlie popped a couple of rounds in the little body- That'll buy us about 30 secs. Let's go. -They all hurried towards the door. Theodore went green, as he walked past it, seeing black blood dripping from it's fast...

2006-07-24 [Dreamseller]: ... healing wounds. Once all of them were outside, they froze, once again, seeing that they were "not" in Egypt. "We're in the freaking middle ages," Sam muttered. Charlie- Somehow i don't think we're in the middle ages... -He pointed his thumb at the door. Sam swallowed hard, as he saw someone, a human, luckily, running up to them.-

2006-07-24 [Dreamseller]: (The human, i would prefer to be a rebel. ^^;;;)

2006-07-30 [Chrysilla]: "Hey guys!!" the man yelled. "U wanna suicide?? Get out of there till it's not too late! Follow me!" He started running again, heading the dark forest in front of them. The others followed him closely. When they got far enough, the man stopped, waited for them and asked: "Now who the heck did I rescue?" "Some soldiers." Charlie answered. "Oh I see. You don't won`t say anything till u don't know who u're talking to. Well, I have nothing to lose. I'm a rebel".

2006-07-30 [Chrysilla]: (now what i didn't get... we r supposed to help the rebels or the oppression??)

2006-07-30 [Dreamseller]: x_x Wait till the rebels tell you their cause. >.>

2006-07-30 [Dreamseller]: (And, they're 5. T_T Charlie, Fred, Sam, Ran, and Theodore, aka Teddy. And, we're in a world of... Magic. There are no guns. Forgot to explain that. T_T The rebels are fighting against dictatorship... And i'd really like it if you made your own character and, the 1rst real member of the RP, you have the priviledge of joining Task Force Nebula. >.>. Now, our gang has guns. The others have bows and arrows. The oppression, well, they're monsters. xD!)

2006-07-30 [Dreamseller]: The man looked puzzled. Man- What were you doing in there anyways? Fred- No. First, tell me what the "hell" that was. -Right then, they're heard another horrible shreak- Man- They are members, the lowest ranked vile creatures of The Oppression. -Those words made Charlie shiver- "What could be the highest ranked?" he asked himself. -Sam- All i want right now, is as much distance from that "thing" as i can get. -He sounded hysterical when saying "thing".-

2006-07-31 [Chrysilla]: (ok then i play with my character then - Maayan, hmmm 24 maybe? And... we got in this world of magic by mistake or smth, I suppose? Cuz if not I want my girl to have some magic skils ^^)

2006-07-31 [Dreamseller]: (Yes we did. We came from Earth. Our mission was to illegally capture "presumed" alien artifacts from an Egyptian temple, in Egypt, of course. xD! Add your name in the Task Force Nebula section, write your nickname beside it. You could be someone that specializes in these kinds of missions, so you're just part of Task Force Nebula for a little amount of time. After this mission, you're back in Task Force Delta. Unless something happens changes of course. ;p)

2006-07-31 [Dreamseller]: (Try and get more Rpers. x.x They don't have to join the army. But if they don't, the can only enter the Rebels or the Oppression.

2006-08-04 [Chrysilla]: (sorry i don't have internet access at home. I'll try to get more players anyway.) Maayan laughed at him. "Oh c'mon, don't say u're afraid of a flubber purple thing. Want me to go back and bring u its head?"

2006-08-04 [Dreamseller]: -Sam walked up to her.- You do that.

2006-08-05 [Chrysilla]: "Hehehe you think I can't do it? But i hope u won't faint when u see it..." she mocked, then headed the building. "Oh shit", Charlie said to Sam, "did u really had to say that? What do u think, that if she's a woman, she's not able to do some things? I don't think we're in the position of losing any of our soldiers!" he snapped, then took his gun. "Anyway I'm going back there to make sure she comes back alive." As he started walking towards the house, they all heard a loud shreak.

2006-08-05 [Chrysilla]: "Damn it!" Charlie yelled, running towards the house, closely followed by Theodore. But the door opened and Maayan showed up, with a smile of victory. They stopped and looked at her stunned. She was all dirty of black blood and behind her they could see the purple body still shaking slowly. "I'm okay, don't worry", she said, walking towards Sam. "Here's ur little toy darling", she laughed, throwing the deformed, horrible head at his feet. "But don't ask how I did it", she said, noticing that the rebel was preparing to ask her something. He swallowed and said "I really wanted to know that, because we have a hard time to kill those things." "Ehh, she said, it's a professional secret, but I'm here to do it instead of u" she said, putting a friendly hand on the man's shoulder.

2006-08-06 [Dreamseller]: -Fred and Sam, who were best buddies, walked up to them.-
Sam- Congratulations. We don't know what the black thing is made of. You might have radioactive waste spread all over you. -He gave a little clap-.
-Charlie looked back at the dead creature. He winced, as he noticed it had dissapeared.-
-The man smiled.- Man- They teleport their downed soldiers back to their stronghold where they will heal and be back. You can never entirely "kill" those things. You can only trick them, considering they have the mentality of a dried snail.
Charlie- Mhm... Now lets get you cleaned. And before you go rushing into things, ask me for permission, is that understood, Soldier? You are, after all, my responsibility.

2006-08-06 [Dreamseller]: (Don't worry. They don't think that because you're a woman, it means you can't do a lot. I'm really not like that.)

2006-08-07 [Chrysilla]: "Sorry Charlie, but as far as I remember, I'm not at your orders. I've been asked to help you with your mission, that makes me quite independant. But it's understood, I don't wanna get you into trouble... sir." She saluted, turned and walked towards a small spring flowing a few steps away. She hid behind a bush, washed and changed clothes. Then she came back and said "I'm ready, all clean. Now...?"

2006-08-07 [Dreamseller]: Charlie- I just want you to be safe.
-They started walking, deeper in the forest, as the encountered strange plants and animals.-
Fred- What are these?
Man- Hm? They're just... Plants and animals of earth...
Fred- This isn't Earth.
Man- It's earth for me. "And"... -He tossed some branches aside, and walked right in a little village. Little huts, along with little people. About 5"7 people. Charlie who was 6 feet tall, felt awkward.-
Man-... Them!
Theodore- Incredible...

2006-08-08 [Chrysilla]: (dunno how to continue)

2006-08-09 [Dreamseller]: Man- Please! I shall guide you to my hut. It isn't much, but that's all i can afford.
(It's a traditional medieval village. Explain what you see?)

2006-09-03 [Chrysilla]: The village seemed small and quite poor. The houses were crowded as if the people living there tried to protect each other from some repeated invasion by not letting much way for the enemy to pass. The peasants were watching them anxiously, but their guide waved friendly at them. "Find yourself a host, we don`t have inns here and my hut is too little for all of you" he told them. "Well I always wanted to live in the medieval times" Maayan joked, heading a woman with a pretty 3 years old girl in her lap. "Hello" she smiled to her, "you have a beautiful little girl." "Thank you" she answered, still nervous. "We come from far far away, we are hungry and tired. Could you give us a shelter and something to eat? We pay, of course." The woman looked at everyone in the group for a few long seconds, then nodded and invited them in the house.

2006-09-03 [Synsae]: -Wakes up alone in a small field full of long grass and surrounded by a thick layer of trees. He reaches over to grab his M4 and uses it to help stand himself up before he leans over to pick up his helmit. He starts to think "If that was not the worst drop he has ever been on then..." but his thoughts we interrupted as 3 black figures emerged from the tree line and openned fire at him. Quickly, he darted behind the tree line opposite of the 3 figures. Grabbing his radio he yells into it "I AM TAKING HEAVY FIRE, I NEED ASSISTANCE RIG..." his radio trasmission is cut short when one of the figures shoots the radio out of his hand. He raises his M4 and squeezes the trigger 3 times and watches the figures drop to the ground and disappear... -

2006-09-03 [Synsae]: -Walks over to where he saw the 3 figures drop looking for the bodys "Now where did they go" he shakes his head and shrugs and looks at the stars for any recognizable star constalations to gather his bearings on where he might be. Before he knew it he was blown on to his back by a blast of some sort. Scrambling to his feet he notes 15 more dark figures racing towards him, he grabs a flash grenade from his tack-belt, pulls out the pin quickly and tosses the grenade at the new figures. He runs back into the tree line as the grenade goes off(and temporary blinding the figures) and shooting off short bursts of fire from his rifle to cover his escape. "Its time to get away from here" he thinks as he keeps running deep into the woods before coming a few minutes away from what he thinks is a little village...

2006-09-03 [Chrysilla]: He almost threw to earth a woman that stood in his way. 'Hey' she snapped, 'watch your steps!' He didn`t have the time to answer as another group of creatures showed up in front of them. 'These things never die?!' he muttered, grabbing another grenade. 'Don`t do it, you don`t solve anything' she said. 'They`re ressurected somewhere and sent back.' 'This will slow them down, I don`t intend killing them', he repplied throwing the grenade and pulling her after him. 'You men' she whispered. 'Do you know where you`re heading?' 'Yeah i think i saw a village here somewhere'. 'Well there is one but in the other way. I come from there.'

2006-09-03 [Chrysilla]: Five minutes later they entered the village. The others came up from their huts and surrounded them. They seemed nervous. 'What do you think you`re doing, wandering all alone in those woods? What did I tell you?' 'Look what, captain, if you really want to know, I heard some shooting and as you and your men seemed so busy, I went to see what happens and how I could help. Only we have guns here so hearing shootings in the woods i supposed another one of our "time" got here. It was my duty to help. By the way, this is... well i think we forgot introducing each other when we met' she said turning towards the man. 'I`m Maayan, from Task Force Delta, temporarily transefered to Task Force Nebula.'

2006-09-03 [Synsae]: 'My name is Marek from Task Force Delta and could someone please explain to me what entirely is going on here? I just got attacked by at least 13 black figures in the woods... I managed to drop 3 of them and escape from the rest by distracting them with a flash grenade and giving myself cover fire" He checks the clip to his M4 "and I only have 5 rounds left in this mag, plus 5 other clips in my tackbelt"

2006-09-04 [Dreamseller]: -Charlie walked up and nodded.- "We really don't know. What we do know, is that there are more of those, and even better then those," Charlie said. "No time for rest... Ok..." -he sighed.- Let's secure a perimeter. Sam, Fred, take the south. Chrysilla and Theodore will take the north. -he tapped Theodore's shoulder as they walked off- Ran, take the west. Stay very close to the camp though. Marek, we'll take the east. Tomorrow morning, we meet back in the middle. Devise a plan of action. We probably aren't the only ones that got transferred here... Whoa?!

2006-09-04 [Synsae]: "Loud and clear Sir" he replied as he picked up his M4 rifle and loaded the clip back inside it before heading to the door.

2006-09-04 [Dreamseller]: "Private... Always reload a full clip."

2006-09-04 [Synsae]: "Sir, I reloaded the clip as you were giving the orders for the night" he took the clip back out of his M4 to show that it was fully reloaded, then slid the clip back inside the M4 rifle "and sir, I think we should have some shovels to dig foxholes for the night"

2006-09-04 [Dreamseller]: Don't you have a shovel in your packsack?

2006-09-04 [Synsae]: "Sir, my packsack took a hit when the black figures were attacking me, they somehow were able to shoot flames from their hands, and well... this is whats left of my packsack" He raises a burnt up piece of cloth filled with rips and holes. "There is nothing left of it sir all my items in it melted or got charred including my nightvision goggles that were in it"

2006-09-05 [Dreamseller]: -Charlie nodded again.- Ok... We'll need to fortify this shithole... -he looked around at all the people crammed in a little space.- Damn. Ok. We'll start tomorrow Lt First class. You'll be in charge of the wood. We need wood. We need lots of it. Whatever's wooden, get it. I'll get water. Be have to keep the logs constantly wet. Orelse they'll get burned to crisp. If you find metal, get it also. Anything that looks useful, get it. I'll get you a couple of people to help you out. -he winked at a group of drunken men playing dice- They'll be sober by tomorrow. Do "not" stray far from the camp. Distance is our enemy as much as those monsters are. It's every men for themselves out there. I'll fight by your side, but they won't. -he pointed at the men- Now get some rest. I'll get this shift.

2006-09-06 [Synsae]: -He took off his canteen from his tactbelt and took a sip from it-"Sir, yes sir"- He walked over to the tree line and found a tree to lay down against, but before he laid down he put his canteen back on his tactbelt and propped his M4 where he could reach it quickly incase of an attack. Laying there he studied the layout of the land while his eyes slowly shut on him as he fell asleep-