As many of you know, there were some issues between myself and the leadership a few months back. This lead to me walking away from the table for what I have determined to be the last time. As a sign of my commitment I have decided to leave a going away present.
What I plan to do is as follows:
I am opening up a contest on the forums. This contest will run for four weeks. At the conclusion of the contest the posts will be reviewed by me and up to two other people. A winner will be chosen and the prize will be awarded.
The Prize:
My Bible. The hardback copy of Prophet Without Honour that has guided my RP journey for the last decade.
How to Enter:
1) Write a short OOC story that follows the theme.
2) Be willing to provide a mailing address for the book.
3) Post the story to the forums before 31 March 2013. If you cannot post to the forums you can e-mail the story to my gmail account, sottomahoney.
The theme is as follows:
After concluding your business at the Outpost in the Broken Shores you have been tasked with delivering a package to leaders who are in the Avalon Region. Although you don’t believe the package is terribly important, your associates seem to feel otherwise and have offered you compelling compensation to undertake the task on their behalf.
To ensure the package is delivered promptly a private shuttle has been chartered for the flight north. You board the small, AI piloted craft alone and your journey promptly begins.
After twenty minutes of flight the AI pilot begins to speak through the cabin speakers.
“I am sorry for the interruption. It would appear that we are flying into a violent sandstorm and will experience quite a bit of turbulence. I apologize in advance for any discomfort this may cause.”
With a nod you dismiss the warning since as a resident of Rubi-Ka you’re very familiar with choppy flights, especially after your voyage from the Morningstar Space Station. However, just as suddenly as you dismiss the thought you’re slammed against your seat as the shuttle is jerked six inches downward.
As the shuttle begins to shake violently you push the curtain on the shuttle window up and are slightly surprised to see nothing but the brownish-yellow of the sandstorm whisking past. Your attention is momentarily directed back to the cabin as the interior lights flicker. With a slight rise of your chin you begin to ask the Pilot if everything is okay.
But everything is not okay.
Before a word can escape your mouth the shuttle suddenly stops moving. Inertia takes over; ripping your seat away from the cabin floor and sending you head first into the bulkhead in front of you.
Several hours later you awake.
You find that the shuttle has been ripped in half from colliding with the ground. Unfortunately this has given the Sandstorm, which is still raging, a perfect opportunity to fill the shuttle with sand and allow the desert to consume the remains. At this time you’re practically buried, but despite your condition are able to dig your way out.
Blasted with sand, you’re now desperately in need of shelter. Glancing around you’re not able to see anything through the violent storm and attempts to execute beneficial Nano Programs are futile as the fast moving sand particles are destroying the nanobots as they attempt to gather.
Desperation begins to set in as you’re having difficulty seeing, breathing and moving. In an attempt to gather your thoughts you drop to hands and knees, with a clang. With your right arm you punch the sand twice in rapid succession and two more clanging noises echo back. Frantically you push the sand underneath you aside to reveal a solid metal surface.
In a flash of brilliance you recall the package you’re carrying and the conversation you had about it. It is a small container of experimental toiler-bots which were designed to eat away at the newer, stronger armor your enemies have been employing lately. Using your body as a human shield you place the small glass vial of toiler-bots onto the metal surface and smash it.
In short order the toiler-bots chew a gaping hole into the metal surface and you drop down into a small, dark room. Unbeknownst to you, you have just entered the secret bunker of Dr. Roman Dragovich Zubov, the first Omega, and the puppet master of Omni-Tek.
Begin Scene.