Research Center 4-Uncolonized planet (formerly C-500, or P-500; Major trade and tourist center)-----unofficially claimed by Castully
The air and harmony from unorganized mobile barracks and tents lay peacefully inside the forests of the planet. A forest had grown over civilization, a city. This was RC-4-2: Research Center 4: 2nd planet. Soldiers and scientists alike spent every hour of sunlight collecting samples, data, anything they could get their hands on.
"What sector, Proffesor Rud" said the squad's captain.
"C-7, Captain Puig"
"Unauthorized, sir"
"C. 7, Captain" said the professor. He gave a stern look towards the Captain before pressing on down the boulevard to C-7.
"Professor, you know fully well why we are not supposed to press down there"
"Why do you care, hm? Rules, you believe in rules for once? Correct me if I'm wrong but are you not mercenaries hired by us? Mercenaries, a job that can end you up in prison for your 'free agency'?" said the Professor.
"Have some sense of ethics, why don't ya'? We're heading into a native infested district, we're already set on regulations to stay out of C sector for the next week until more soldiers arrive".
"That will take too long, I am afraid. If we are to make history we must push ourselves our boundaries, literal or not.."
"Damnit, professor!"
"Besides, I am being paid by the hour. You get paid to serve us Captain Puig. Don't do your job? We can always just hire some Chosen, I know they can do their job, possibly-better than yours, hm?" said the professor. His expression was a tad sinister in a sense. If one were to look at it, they might take him as insane.
"Chosen can stay out of corporation jobs, professor. We can handle it fine" said Puig. And though the Chosen were respected by the common people, they were resented among the soldiers and mercenaries. While the soldiers fought and worked for their positions, the Chosen were chosen from lottery-like genetics. While the soldiers lived off a near uncomfortable salary, the Chosen would live in luxury and fame upon retirement, courtesy of the Prophets.
"C-7, Mr. Puig" said Professor Rud.
"Men! C-7! Eyes are peeled, weapons are locked and loaded. Prepare for the worst, and protect our money-makers." said Puig
"Do not fret, Captain" said Professor Rud "We shall be fine"
Sector C-7 was a handful of miles from the station, and the travel took some time to reach. The vehicles that were handed to the research teams by Guardian Inc were big and slow, usually convenient for only hauling heavy materials or tanking through natives, the former the most common as the natives resort to ambushes and gorilla warfare. When they finally reached the Sector, the came to the sight of a large building sticking out from the tall grass and weeds. It was metallic at first glance, but upon feeling its texture one could feel it more as a glass. It did not shine, but it did have blue-tailed lights racing across the walls from time to time.
"Where's the entrance?" the Professor asked himself.
"Look here, professor!" said one of his colleagues. Sure enough it was an entrance, but it was also seemingly blocked and boarded up. Heavy stones, various metals, even a broken land mine protected the entrance.
"That's a bitch to get into" said one of the soldiers "What you thinking about some E-Cs, Captain?"
"Yeah, I want explosive charges right here, seven feet tall, five feet wide" ordered the Captain. One of the soldiers pulled out an explosive, and stuck it on the wall. It formed an outline of a box, and set of the charge once the team was far enough from the explosion. In the distance, two figures overlooked Team-3's position from a distance, watching them from a window inside one of the buildings of the street. And once the explosion was set off, they fled. Team-3 did not notice the figures, but they were wary that the explosion might have startled the natives.
"Maybe that wasn't a good idea" said Puig
"Nonsense, let us enter" said the professor as he strolled inside.
Inside the building stood numerous rows of shelves. Sparks of blue-tailed lights beam across the floors as the team walked and it fascinated the scientists as to what purpose it served. Was it to detect who's where? Was it used as a form of a big brother system to know who the person was by detecting their DNA? Was it just to look nice? Nevertheless, they continued their stroll of awe until the reached the middle of the open building. There stood a metallic stump from the ground, with a bar handle ringing outside it. The handle also held a panel on opposite ends of the ring, each the exact same as the other.
Professor Rud began to fiddle around with one of the pads as the rest of his team continued to stoke out the building. "By the looks of everything, I take it that this place must be a library!" he exclaimed.
"So does it have anything valuable or it just a bust?" asked Puig.
"Unsure" responded Professor Rud. He began to fiddle with the panel, astonishingly still having a source of power. Rud began to make notes on his electronic pad about the possibility of the walls being solar, or perhaps some other form of the place having a solar panel. He quickly got back to his main priority, however, and continued with messing with the panel.
After some time, he managed to open a file. The metallic stump began to flash, and projected a hologram over itself. The hologram was a 2-D picture of something, and words that were on the picture seemed to be completely different from the writing of their cousins. Nearly a couple seconds later, a fuzzy noise could be heard blasting throughout the facility, and then it cleared the tune to a song. The panel simply read.
Дуучин: Foo Fighters
Цомог: The Color and the Shape
Дуу: Hey, Johny Park!
The Research team instantly noticed the differences in the letters and text, which baffled them until they thought it could possibly be another one of their languages. Many began to sit back and enjoy the music, even though they did not know what it meant at all. But then, something peculiar happened. From the darkness and shadows that was the outside, a screech of a voice would be heard for miles. It brought the attention of every person inside the facility, and then it began to make words.
"An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras! An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras! An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras!" It continued to repeat, and eventually, more began to join in. One voice became seven, seven became fifteen, and eventually, dozens of voices began the screaming chant. The soldiers of the Research Team formed an O formation, huddling around the device and taking any scrap of metal or material they could for defense. The scientists simply stayed near the device, close to the soldiers for protection from whatever the voices were.
"Are those Guardians?" asked one of the soldiers
"Guardians haven't been scene on this planet, though. It should be impossible from our reconnaissance to see them on this planet! It does not make any sense!" said Professor Rud. Captain Puig grabbed his messenger and spoke through.
"We have something coming our way, I need someone highlighting our location and getting here as soon as possible. Possibly Guardians, and we're basically pinned down. There's at least a hundred of them swarming outside. They know we're here." he said, and then placed it back inside his bag, hoping someone will come. "Everyone shut up!" He whispered "Weapons raised, did you set mines yet, Suzu?"
"Mines? Are you mad!? We need the place to be preserved!" whispered Rud.
"It's either the place or our own lives, you decide" replied Puig.
The group remained quite, and awaited the arrival of whoever laid outside. As the screams began to hush, a single tone could be heard: "Aimsigh iad!" the research team could also here the groups of the creatures beginning their walk inside.
The glass ceiling held pitter patters of footsteps walking on them and shadows of above. The soldiers couldn't make out the figures, either. They were quite fast for a Guardian, or whatever they were. The creatures inched closer, and closer, and the breaths of the research team were held for as long as possible to keep any sound from escaping their bodies. But then, the footsteps stopped, and silence was embraced. It stay that way just for a moment, until something began to speak.
"D'oscail tú an doras, Outsiders.." It awaited a response, but then when none came, it continued. "Nach bhfuil tú go maith go leor chun a fháil amach cad a choimeádann. Nach bhfuil tú dúinn. Ní gá duit mbaineann anseo, Outsiders. Ní mór duit a fhágáil, Outsiders. Ní mór duit bás, Outsiders! Ní mór duit go léir bás!" And then, as if on cue, a wall exploded open on the other side of the building, and the creature that spoke before began to growl. "Buntas!" It said.
"Domi!" replied a voice, and whatever other group came approached on the other side of the building. The Domi that lay near the Buntas retreated back to the safety of their allies, and then struck intimidating poses back at the bears.
"I bangaphandle zivule KOMNYANGO! Niyeke yokucasha, nizibonakalise!" said another voice, a Bunta voice.
"Outsiders, ná muinín dóibh! Kill iad sula bhfuil sé ró-déanach!" cried the Domi Cheiftan.
"Outsiders, abeke udoti kuya mutts!" cried the Bunta Cheiftan.
Others began shouting, the Domi yelling racial slurs at the Bunta and the Bunta replying with their own racial slurs towards the Domi. It was chaos, and all the research team could do was hide and wait for the right moment. That moment never came, however. Puig jumped the gun.
"Fire!" he screamed, and the soldiers began to shoot randomly at any creature in sight. And for the first time, they could finally see what a Guardian looked like. Such weird creatures, but strangely also hairy like the Castu. Guardian after Guardian began to attack the barricades as well, but also each other. The Domi slit the throats of Bunta with stone daggers, while the Bunta could be seen ripping off Domi limbs. Not after a great ordeal could the Bunta finally stop the bullet storm when one of them crashed their body onto the table, opening a massive hole in the barricade. Castu soldiers began firing outside of the hole to alleviate the swarms that began to run towards the hole, but it was no use. Buntas on other sides continued to dog pile the table, until finally crashing through. And then, finally, the mines were set off, killing numerous Guardians in the process. The explosion stunned the Bunta that dog-piled the research team, and they were finally shot and killed.
Four soldiers were killed upon the break of the walls, and eight others were injured. Puig himself had a broken rib and left arm. Help finally came shortly after, a truck of soldiers and a medic.They brought every soldier on board, including three Bunta and Domi bodies. One of both were the chieftains, who had both died upon the initial gunfire. As the Truck left, two other teams stayed and continued to mess with the panel. What they found was something very intriguing, a language they had never seen from their cousin's language. Further analysis is to be done.
The air and harmony from unorganized mobile barracks and tents lay peacefully inside the forests of the planet. A forest had grown over civilization, a city. This was RC-4-2: Research Center 4: 2nd planet. Soldiers and scientists alike spent every hour of sunlight collecting samples, data, anything they could get their hands on.
"What sector, Proffesor Rud" said the squad's captain.
"C-7, Captain Puig"
"Unauthorized, sir"
"C. 7, Captain" said the professor. He gave a stern look towards the Captain before pressing on down the boulevard to C-7.
"Professor, you know fully well why we are not supposed to press down there"
"Why do you care, hm? Rules, you believe in rules for once? Correct me if I'm wrong but are you not mercenaries hired by us? Mercenaries, a job that can end you up in prison for your 'free agency'?" said the Professor.
"Have some sense of ethics, why don't ya'? We're heading into a native infested district, we're already set on regulations to stay out of C sector for the next week until more soldiers arrive".
"That will take too long, I am afraid. If we are to make history we must push ourselves our boundaries, literal or not.."
"Damnit, professor!"
"Besides, I am being paid by the hour. You get paid to serve us Captain Puig. Don't do your job? We can always just hire some Chosen, I know they can do their job, possibly-better than yours, hm?" said the professor. His expression was a tad sinister in a sense. If one were to look at it, they might take him as insane.
"Chosen can stay out of corporation jobs, professor. We can handle it fine" said Puig. And though the Chosen were respected by the common people, they were resented among the soldiers and mercenaries. While the soldiers fought and worked for their positions, the Chosen were chosen from lottery-like genetics. While the soldiers lived off a near uncomfortable salary, the Chosen would live in luxury and fame upon retirement, courtesy of the Prophets.
"C-7, Mr. Puig" said Professor Rud.
"Men! C-7! Eyes are peeled, weapons are locked and loaded. Prepare for the worst, and protect our money-makers." said Puig
"Do not fret, Captain" said Professor Rud "We shall be fine"
Sector C-7 was a handful of miles from the station, and the travel took some time to reach. The vehicles that were handed to the research teams by Guardian Inc were big and slow, usually convenient for only hauling heavy materials or tanking through natives, the former the most common as the natives resort to ambushes and gorilla warfare. When they finally reached the Sector, the came to the sight of a large building sticking out from the tall grass and weeds. It was metallic at first glance, but upon feeling its texture one could feel it more as a glass. It did not shine, but it did have blue-tailed lights racing across the walls from time to time.
"Where's the entrance?" the Professor asked himself.
"Look here, professor!" said one of his colleagues. Sure enough it was an entrance, but it was also seemingly blocked and boarded up. Heavy stones, various metals, even a broken land mine protected the entrance.
"That's a bitch to get into" said one of the soldiers "What you thinking about some E-Cs, Captain?"
"Yeah, I want explosive charges right here, seven feet tall, five feet wide" ordered the Captain. One of the soldiers pulled out an explosive, and stuck it on the wall. It formed an outline of a box, and set of the charge once the team was far enough from the explosion. In the distance, two figures overlooked Team-3's position from a distance, watching them from a window inside one of the buildings of the street. And once the explosion was set off, they fled. Team-3 did not notice the figures, but they were wary that the explosion might have startled the natives.
"Maybe that wasn't a good idea" said Puig
"Nonsense, let us enter" said the professor as he strolled inside.
Inside the building stood numerous rows of shelves. Sparks of blue-tailed lights beam across the floors as the team walked and it fascinated the scientists as to what purpose it served. Was it to detect who's where? Was it used as a form of a big brother system to know who the person was by detecting their DNA? Was it just to look nice? Nevertheless, they continued their stroll of awe until the reached the middle of the open building. There stood a metallic stump from the ground, with a bar handle ringing outside it. The handle also held a panel on opposite ends of the ring, each the exact same as the other.
Professor Rud began to fiddle around with one of the pads as the rest of his team continued to stoke out the building. "By the looks of everything, I take it that this place must be a library!" he exclaimed.
"So does it have anything valuable or it just a bust?" asked Puig.
"Unsure" responded Professor Rud. He began to fiddle with the panel, astonishingly still having a source of power. Rud began to make notes on his electronic pad about the possibility of the walls being solar, or perhaps some other form of the place having a solar panel. He quickly got back to his main priority, however, and continued with messing with the panel.
After some time, he managed to open a file. The metallic stump began to flash, and projected a hologram over itself. The hologram was a 2-D picture of something, and words that were on the picture seemed to be completely different from the writing of their cousins. Nearly a couple seconds later, a fuzzy noise could be heard blasting throughout the facility, and then it cleared the tune to a song. The panel simply read.
Дуучин: Foo Fighters
Цомог: The Color and the Shape
Дуу: Hey, Johny Park!
The Research team instantly noticed the differences in the letters and text, which baffled them until they thought it could possibly be another one of their languages. Many began to sit back and enjoy the music, even though they did not know what it meant at all. But then, something peculiar happened. From the darkness and shadows that was the outside, a screech of a voice would be heard for miles. It brought the attention of every person inside the facility, and then it began to make words.
"An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras! An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras! An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras!" It continued to repeat, and eventually, more began to join in. One voice became seven, seven became fifteen, and eventually, dozens of voices began the screaming chant. The soldiers of the Research Team formed an O formation, huddling around the device and taking any scrap of metal or material they could for defense. The scientists simply stayed near the device, close to the soldiers for protection from whatever the voices were.
"Are those Guardians?" asked one of the soldiers
"Guardians haven't been scene on this planet, though. It should be impossible from our reconnaissance to see them on this planet! It does not make any sense!" said Professor Rud. Captain Puig grabbed his messenger and spoke through.
"We have something coming our way, I need someone highlighting our location and getting here as soon as possible. Possibly Guardians, and we're basically pinned down. There's at least a hundred of them swarming outside. They know we're here." he said, and then placed it back inside his bag, hoping someone will come. "Everyone shut up!" He whispered "Weapons raised, did you set mines yet, Suzu?"
"Mines? Are you mad!? We need the place to be preserved!" whispered Rud.
"It's either the place or our own lives, you decide" replied Puig.
The group remained quite, and awaited the arrival of whoever laid outside. As the screams began to hush, a single tone could be heard: "Aimsigh iad!" the research team could also here the groups of the creatures beginning their walk inside.
The glass ceiling held pitter patters of footsteps walking on them and shadows of above. The soldiers couldn't make out the figures, either. They were quite fast for a Guardian, or whatever they were. The creatures inched closer, and closer, and the breaths of the research team were held for as long as possible to keep any sound from escaping their bodies. But then, the footsteps stopped, and silence was embraced. It stay that way just for a moment, until something began to speak.
"D'oscail tú an doras, Outsiders.." It awaited a response, but then when none came, it continued. "Nach bhfuil tú go maith go leor chun a fháil amach cad a choimeádann. Nach bhfuil tú dúinn. Ní gá duit mbaineann anseo, Outsiders. Ní mór duit a fhágáil, Outsiders. Ní mór duit bás, Outsiders! Ní mór duit go léir bás!" And then, as if on cue, a wall exploded open on the other side of the building, and the creature that spoke before began to growl. "Buntas!" It said.
"Domi!" replied a voice, and whatever other group came approached on the other side of the building. The Domi that lay near the Buntas retreated back to the safety of their allies, and then struck intimidating poses back at the bears.
"I bangaphandle zivule KOMNYANGO! Niyeke yokucasha, nizibonakalise!" said another voice, a Bunta voice.
"Outsiders, ná muinín dóibh! Kill iad sula bhfuil sé ró-déanach!" cried the Domi Cheiftan.
"Outsiders, abeke udoti kuya mutts!" cried the Bunta Cheiftan.
Others began shouting, the Domi yelling racial slurs at the Bunta and the Bunta replying with their own racial slurs towards the Domi. It was chaos, and all the research team could do was hide and wait for the right moment. That moment never came, however. Puig jumped the gun.
"Fire!" he screamed, and the soldiers began to shoot randomly at any creature in sight. And for the first time, they could finally see what a Guardian looked like. Such weird creatures, but strangely also hairy like the Castu. Guardian after Guardian began to attack the barricades as well, but also each other. The Domi slit the throats of Bunta with stone daggers, while the Bunta could be seen ripping off Domi limbs. Not after a great ordeal could the Bunta finally stop the bullet storm when one of them crashed their body onto the table, opening a massive hole in the barricade. Castu soldiers began firing outside of the hole to alleviate the swarms that began to run towards the hole, but it was no use. Buntas on other sides continued to dog pile the table, until finally crashing through. And then, finally, the mines were set off, killing numerous Guardians in the process. The explosion stunned the Bunta that dog-piled the research team, and they were finally shot and killed.
Four soldiers were killed upon the break of the walls, and eight others were injured. Puig himself had a broken rib and left arm. Help finally came shortly after, a truck of soldiers and a medic.They brought every soldier on board, including three Bunta and Domi bodies. One of both were the chieftains, who had both died upon the initial gunfire. As the Truck left, two other teams stayed and continued to mess with the panel. What they found was something very intriguing, a language they had never seen from their cousin's language. Further analysis is to be done.
