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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 17:33:30 GMT
Something went horribly, horribly wrong.
Infamous intergalactic criminal "Agent" Abrella had attacked the Chronos Institute and Time Preservation Department headquarters, The "Blue Box".
He and twelve other "Chronal Renegades" hijacked an experiment ship and used it to travel back through time.
A group of seven highly trained TPD specialists, known collectively as the Timerangers, took the only other ship and went in pursuit.
It was there, in the timestream, that something.. happened..
An intense blue flare from the first ship engulfed the second.
The thirteen Renegades and six Timerangers are then separated throughout time...
[The Coast of North Africa, 998]
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 17:38:28 GMT
Drench felt solid ground beneath him. He picked himself up, struggling to stand. He felt sand surrounding him, and realised he was on a beach. Where and when was anyone's guess. He calmly dusted himself off and shook his head to clear it.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 17:42:49 GMT
A speck could be seen on the horizon as it got nearer, one could tell that is was clearly an old fashioned boat of some kind. As it got nearer, loud ritualistic drumming could be heard.
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 17:48:28 GMT
"What is..." Drench squinted at the boat. If only he had telescopic implants, then he'd know. Alas, such was life. He remained stationary, even as the drumming filled his ears.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 17:55:03 GMT
Eventually the longboat pulled a shore and a dozen buff hairy men filed out, armed with clubs and axes, all with scowls upon their faces.
On closer inspection, their ship looked highly damaged and many of them looked somewhat injured and burned.
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 17:57:19 GMT
Drench stepped back. These people didn't exactly look welcoming. He took one look at their ship, and then at their weapons. He clearly wasn't in the 30th century anymore.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 17:59:35 GMT
The one that seemed to be their leader stepped forth. He spoke, not in any tongue likely known by Drench, but immediately translated into English by the universal translator function on Drench's Chrono Changer.
"Are you a God?"
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 18:02:01 GMT
Drench was surprised. He had momentarily forgotten about the universal translator.
"No." he said, shaking his head. To say "yes" was probably a big no-no, especially this far back in time.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 18:05:41 GMT
"But we saw you," he scowled, "Fall from the sky in a bright blue light. You must be a God, cast from Asgard onto the mortal plane of Midgard!"
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 18:07:24 GMT
They saw him? Was his cover blown?
"Yes, about that," he began "did you see anyone else fall?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 18:10:40 GMT
He looked back at his men and then back to him.
"You were the one and only. Tell us God, is Ragnorak finally upon us?"
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 18:12:49 GMT
"I certainly hope not." Drench replied, looking up at the sky. "What makes you think it is?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 18:20:37 GMT
"Our vessel was attacked out in sea," he explained, "By a flying metal monstrosity! It could only be a minion of the schemer god Loki himself! We barely made it with our lives!"
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Post by Drench Thales on Jun 27, 2014 18:22:42 GMT
Flying metal monstrosity? It could only be a Chronal Renegade.
"Describe it." he said quickly.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 27, 2014 18:27:51 GMT
"It looked sort of like that," pointed one of the men. A robotic squid-like creature came into view. It was about the size of the vikings' ship and was floating non-nonchalantly through the air towards them. WELLS PARTICLES EMISSION DETECTED, emitted the creature in a purely synthetic voice, BEGINNING ANALYSIS AND THREAT EVALUATION |
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