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<blockquote data-quote="LostSoul" data-source="post: 3993972" data-attributes="member: 386"><p><strong>Colour. Hammer Lord Tovol von Zagas.</strong></p><p></p><p>We see a rust-coloured planet in the background. A dark sliver of a space station orbits it.</p><p></p><p>Enter: A hammer fleet from distortion. They set up orbit. Cargo vessels and assault shuttles head to the space station. Cut to: Lord Tovol on his bridge. His blue-blue eyes are like steel. Focused on his task, he commands his men to get the space station ready.</p><p></p><p>In space, we see the station's lights flick on one-by-one. It begins a slow spin, turning faster and faster.</p><p></p><p><strong>Colour. Suren Vachir Edrene, psychologist Inquisitor.</strong></p><p></p><p>Establishing shot: On the planet, in an old Tibetan-like monestary high above the mountains. Cut to: A young child dressed in the functional wear of the Pakthas natives. She is tagged on the shoulder by the gentle Pali. "Tag, you're it." The child runs off giggling.</p><p></p><p><strong>Building. Kofer Pyatt, GM FoN.</strong></p><p></p><p>A smuggling vessel - all sleek lines and sharp angles - touches down on a small plateau deep in the mountains. Men pour forth, jack lasers at the ready. Out comes Fat Chaz [GM FoN], weapons covering his body. [On his character sheet under Physical Description it says: page 47.] "All right you dogs, let's get this Lazuli loaded up quick-like!"</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, hidden men armed with old slug-throwing rifles appear, covering the plateau from the mountains. A single man clad in battle-scarred Index 4 Iron strides forth with strength of purpose. He takes off his helmet, and we see the scar of the Taab Assar - the Bright Mark that marks him as a psychologist.</p><p></p><p>Fat Chaz challenges him. Kofer Pyatt, the half-Pakthas warlord offers a deal. "I will supply you with the Gul Janat, the flowers of paradise, to sell among the newcomers. This will weaken their resolve, and make it easier for you to smuggle."</p><p></p><p>"And in return?"</p><p></p><p>"You will harrass the fleet. To ensure you keep the bargain, you will open your mind to me."</p><p></p><p>"I'll sell them the drugs, but I won't let you inside my head. Do you think me mad, weak?"</p><p></p><p>"Very well. But I need some assurances."</p><p></p><p>"An exchange of personnel. I'll give you some of my smugglers, and I'll train your boys to be good distortion monkeys like the rest of us."</p><p></p><p>Kofer Pyatt looks over at a younger version of himself - Taab Assar not as deep - and nods. The young man heads over to Fat Chaz's ship.</p><p></p><p>Fat Chaz turns to his own son. "Father, I'm not going with him, he's just a backwards-"</p><p></p><p>SMACK! "Don't ever question me again, boy." Chazovic junior kowtows to his father. "Truly, father, I am an extension of your hand. If you but wish his death, I will have it done." Chaz hands him one of his many handguns.</p><p></p><p><strong>Interstitial. Lord Toval.</strong></p><p></p><p>A hammer shuttle lands in the Pali Suren Vachir Edrene's fortress. Monks are blowing their horns, banging the gongs, petals are thrown before the plank. Ghazi warriors stand at attention bearing curved swords and long halberds flowing with the colours of Edrene.</p><p></p><p>Out steps the serious Lord Toval, dressed in full anvil. The Wheel of Fire on one epaulette, the insignia of von Kagas on the other.</p><p></p><p>Pali Edrene greets him. They talk alliance. Neither will challenge the other's fief on planet. Both agree that the Gonzagin pirates - Fat Chaz, in name - are the biggest threat. </p><p></p><p>Lord Toval heads back to the space station.</p><p></p><p><strong>Interstitial. Archcotare Sibil, in proxy for the Forged Lord and Arch Antistes Duke von Zagas.</strong></p><p></p><p>A silver-haired man in flowing robes enters Lord Toval's room. Lord Toval, ever the penitent, approaches him and bares his forehead. Archcotare Sibil touches his exposed flesh with his fire-tattooed hand.</p><p></p><p>"I have been informed that you have spoken with the Karsan League heretic!"</p><p></p><p>"We merely spoke of the need to strike at the pirates."</p><p></p><p>"You are too concerned with the mundane and forget the soul! This man is a heretic, and as the the rightful Archcotare of Boldaq, only I have the authority to make this ruling. You must give me an audience with this man and let me judge him on the Wheel!"</p><p></p><p>Cut To:</p><p></p><p><strong>Building. Same.</strong></p><p></p><p>Archcotare Sibil enters Pali Edrene's meeting hall under the watchful eye of Lord Toval.</p><p></p><p>"Edrene," he says, giving the Karsan noble no deference, "you are a heretic. Under the Law of the Ahmilak you have no place here."</p><p></p><p>The Bright Mark fires up. Edrene sees that this man is concerned with power above all. Venal, agnostic.</p><p></p><p>"You dare scan me? The Prophet tells us that no man may question the judgement of his Archcotare!"</p><p></p><p>"I am an Inquisitor of the Mundus Humanitus. As such, it is my duty to question all."</p><p></p><p>"Aah! You will come with me now, to be judged on the Wheel of Fire, Karsan heretic."</p><p></p><p>"Your Eminence, you forget your place. I have broken no laws, and yet you come in barking at me - noble born, granted this fief by virtue of my birth - calling for me to be judged? My claim is valid, my soul is pure, and until you can prove otherwise I shall not be moved."</p><p></p><p>"Bah!" The Archcotare storms out.</p><p></p><p>Lord Toval watches on, seeing, for the first time, an Archcotare schooled in etiquette and church law.</p><p></p><p>They exit. Sibil turns to Lord Toval. "Now, can you not see how he is full of heresy? He speaks out against his right and proper Archcotare!"</p><p></p><p>Lord Toval considers this, but he does not like the approach Sibil has taken. The office of the Archcotare deserves more than this.</p><p></p><p><strong>Building. Pali Edrene.</strong></p><p></p><p>We see a group of Ahmek Zai - Pakthas, by the layman's tongue - out in the mountains. They ride their I-as Patuns, great 8-legged mountain goats. One bears carefully wrapped bundles.</p><p></p><p>A ship lights down. One of the Ahmek Zai signals the others. They wrap themselves in their desert cloaks and blend into the landscape. The leader, Hodi, removes his veil and bares his deep blue turban.</p><p></p><p>A mean, scarred man leaves the ship. He hails Hodi. "Well, man, let's have it. Where are the goods?"</p><p></p><p>The other Ahmek Zai [the Sons of Ahmilak] appear out of nowhere. The scarred smuggler is not fazed.</p><p></p><p>The cargo is loaded. "Butcher," he says, calling the smuggler Draz Tolo by his well-earned nickname, "for what are you using these goods? You have not been concerned with the Gul Janat 'til now, only the sacred Lazuli."</p><p></p><p>"Hmm. We're going to get the spacers hooked on this stuff. Make it easier to make our runs." He turns to his men. "Hurry up you slackers! Get this loaded! You don't want a Zagas crusier lighting us up, do you? Then get to work!"</p><p></p><p>Bodi thinks about the Gul Janat, and how it will wreak terrors on those pul-wan butanah who take it. They will not want more after that.</p><p></p><p><strong>Scene. Colour - Fat Chaz, GM FoN. Gonzagin pirate.</strong></p><p></p><p>We see the sleek smuggling ship of Fat Chaz running silent in space. He watches the hammer fleet of Lord Toval in space, spreading out. Some shuttles are expelling zero-g repair teams to a cluster of orbital sattelites.</p><p></p><p>"Now we know who the competition is."</p><p></p><p><strong>Scene. Interstitial - Pali Surene Vachir Edrene.</strong></p><p></p><p>Pali Edrene is holding court, in a Tibetan monk-Dali Lama sense. The Ahmek Zai are coming to pay tribute to this newcomer.</p><p></p><p>Bodi approaches. "You look troubled, my son," Edrene says.</p><p></p><p>"I have dealt with the off-worlders and become unclean." He fears the wrath of god.</p><p></p><p>"Be still, my son. Let the soul of your Pali cleanse you." The Bright Mark - the Taab Assar - flares. The two men become as one. Edrene sees the meeting between the smuggler Draz Tolo and Bodi.</p><p></p><p>"He is the legend!" Whispers and cries of ecstasy ring through the crowd.</p><p></p><p><strong>Scene. Interstitial. Fat Chaz.</strong></p><p></p><p>Lord Toval sits in his command chair on the bridge of his hammer. "Sir, incoming transmission."</p><p></p><p>The holo-proj flares to life. It can barely contain the girth of Fat Chaz.</p><p></p><p>"Lord Toval. So happy to see you again. It's been a long time since the Battle of Deep Nebula."</p><p></p><p>"Fat Chaz," Lord Toval says, contempt dripping off his every word, "you pig. You are the one behind these pirates."</p><p></p><p>"Pirates? These are men, working to better themselves. Not that you would know anything about that, being born into everything you have."</p><p></p><p>"Yes, I am born into nobility. That gives me the right to call you filth."</p><p></p><p>Fat Chaz grabs a pickled hammer rat and bites its head off, swallowing in one gulp. "Filth? Ha! I've been called worse. Let's see how you deal with filth destroying you."</p><p></p><p>Alarm klaxons RING out on Lord Toval's bridge. Cut To: A small squad of hammer gunning it from the dark side of the moon.</p><p></p><p>Firefight. Fat Chaz.</p><p></p><p>"Did you get a lock on that transmission?" </p><p></p><p>"...no, sir." Too caught up listening to the talk, Toval's sensor man ignored the faint signals on his screen. Now he fears the wrath of his Lord. </p><p></p><p>But that will come later. Hammer assault shuttles SCREAM through space, launching a barrage of deadly missiles.</p><p></p><p>"Evasive maneuvers! Bring us behind those sattelites!" Toval's hammer fleet - what's ready for action - jumps to life. They move away from the deadly missile fire and take cover behind the old pre-war sattelites.</p><p></p><p>BOOM! Missiles rain down on the sattelites. "Get a lock on those ships!" But it's of no use - the explosions give off too much interference.</p><p></p><p>Fat Chaz, co-ordinating via signals, orders his men. "Engage thrusters - get behind that space station." The ships race towards the space station.</p><p></p><p>Lord Toval smiles. He takes the helm himself, grappling with the controls. "Not yet... hold your fire... not yet..." He knows from personal experience when the best firing solution will present itself. "Now!" Fusion beams light up the void. Pirate hammer flare and explode into dust.</p><p></p><p>"Now, afterburners! Close on them! Point-blank!" Lord Toval's ships race towards the pirates, firing fusion cannons as they do so. Missiles explode in the melee, stripping armour from both sides. Point-blank fusors fire, ripping ships apart. </p><p></p><p>Space is lit up for an eternity of seconds, and then all is calm.</p><p></p><p>"Fat Chaz will think twice about confronting me again," Lord Toval thinks.</p><p></p><p>On his own ship, Fat Chaz looks over the results of the conflict. "Toval hasn't lost his edge. But now I know where he's weak."</p><p></p><p><strong>Maneuver. Vaylen - Assess. Human - Assess.</strong></p><p></p><p>Fat Chaz, combining the data from his smuggling sorties, the firefight, and Kofer Pyatt's own sensor suite, sees the holes in the planetary security grid. "The drugs shall flow. Lord Koval will have his hammer cut out from underneath him."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="LostSoul, post: 3993972, member: 386"] [b]Colour. Hammer Lord Tovol von Zagas.[/b] We see a rust-coloured planet in the background. A dark sliver of a space station orbits it. Enter: A hammer fleet from distortion. They set up orbit. Cargo vessels and assault shuttles head to the space station. Cut to: Lord Tovol on his bridge. His blue-blue eyes are like steel. Focused on his task, he commands his men to get the space station ready. In space, we see the station's lights flick on one-by-one. It begins a slow spin, turning faster and faster. [b]Colour. Suren Vachir Edrene, psychologist Inquisitor.[/b] Establishing shot: On the planet, in an old Tibetan-like monestary high above the mountains. Cut to: A young child dressed in the functional wear of the Pakthas natives. She is tagged on the shoulder by the gentle Pali. "Tag, you're it." The child runs off giggling. [b]Building. Kofer Pyatt, GM FoN.[/b] A smuggling vessel - all sleek lines and sharp angles - touches down on a small plateau deep in the mountains. Men pour forth, jack lasers at the ready. Out comes Fat Chaz [GM FoN], weapons covering his body. [On his character sheet under Physical Description it says: page 47.] "All right you dogs, let's get this Lazuli loaded up quick-like!" Suddenly, hidden men armed with old slug-throwing rifles appear, covering the plateau from the mountains. A single man clad in battle-scarred Index 4 Iron strides forth with strength of purpose. He takes off his helmet, and we see the scar of the Taab Assar - the Bright Mark that marks him as a psychologist. Fat Chaz challenges him. Kofer Pyatt, the half-Pakthas warlord offers a deal. "I will supply you with the Gul Janat, the flowers of paradise, to sell among the newcomers. This will weaken their resolve, and make it easier for you to smuggle." "And in return?" "You will harrass the fleet. To ensure you keep the bargain, you will open your mind to me." "I'll sell them the drugs, but I won't let you inside my head. Do you think me mad, weak?" "Very well. But I need some assurances." "An exchange of personnel. I'll give you some of my smugglers, and I'll train your boys to be good distortion monkeys like the rest of us." Kofer Pyatt looks over at a younger version of himself - Taab Assar not as deep - and nods. The young man heads over to Fat Chaz's ship. Fat Chaz turns to his own son. "Father, I'm not going with him, he's just a backwards-" SMACK! "Don't ever question me again, boy." Chazovic junior kowtows to his father. "Truly, father, I am an extension of your hand. If you but wish his death, I will have it done." Chaz hands him one of his many handguns. [b]Interstitial. Lord Toval.[/b] A hammer shuttle lands in the Pali Suren Vachir Edrene's fortress. Monks are blowing their horns, banging the gongs, petals are thrown before the plank. Ghazi warriors stand at attention bearing curved swords and long halberds flowing with the colours of Edrene. Out steps the serious Lord Toval, dressed in full anvil. The Wheel of Fire on one epaulette, the insignia of von Kagas on the other. Pali Edrene greets him. They talk alliance. Neither will challenge the other's fief on planet. Both agree that the Gonzagin pirates - Fat Chaz, in name - are the biggest threat. Lord Toval heads back to the space station. [b]Interstitial. Archcotare Sibil, in proxy for the Forged Lord and Arch Antistes Duke von Zagas.[/b] A silver-haired man in flowing robes enters Lord Toval's room. Lord Toval, ever the penitent, approaches him and bares his forehead. Archcotare Sibil touches his exposed flesh with his fire-tattooed hand. "I have been informed that you have spoken with the Karsan League heretic!" "We merely spoke of the need to strike at the pirates." "You are too concerned with the mundane and forget the soul! This man is a heretic, and as the the rightful Archcotare of Boldaq, only I have the authority to make this ruling. You must give me an audience with this man and let me judge him on the Wheel!" Cut To: [b]Building. Same.[/b] Archcotare Sibil enters Pali Edrene's meeting hall under the watchful eye of Lord Toval. "Edrene," he says, giving the Karsan noble no deference, "you are a heretic. Under the Law of the Ahmilak you have no place here." The Bright Mark fires up. Edrene sees that this man is concerned with power above all. Venal, agnostic. "You dare scan me? The Prophet tells us that no man may question the judgement of his Archcotare!" "I am an Inquisitor of the Mundus Humanitus. As such, it is my duty to question all." "Aah! You will come with me now, to be judged on the Wheel of Fire, Karsan heretic." "Your Eminence, you forget your place. I have broken no laws, and yet you come in barking at me - noble born, granted this fief by virtue of my birth - calling for me to be judged? My claim is valid, my soul is pure, and until you can prove otherwise I shall not be moved." "Bah!" The Archcotare storms out. Lord Toval watches on, seeing, for the first time, an Archcotare schooled in etiquette and church law. They exit. Sibil turns to Lord Toval. "Now, can you not see how he is full of heresy? He speaks out against his right and proper Archcotare!" Lord Toval considers this, but he does not like the approach Sibil has taken. The office of the Archcotare deserves more than this. [b]Building. Pali Edrene.[/b] We see a group of Ahmek Zai - Pakthas, by the layman's tongue - out in the mountains. They ride their I-as Patuns, great 8-legged mountain goats. One bears carefully wrapped bundles. A ship lights down. One of the Ahmek Zai signals the others. They wrap themselves in their desert cloaks and blend into the landscape. The leader, Hodi, removes his veil and bares his deep blue turban. A mean, scarred man leaves the ship. He hails Hodi. "Well, man, let's have it. Where are the goods?" The other Ahmek Zai [the Sons of Ahmilak] appear out of nowhere. The scarred smuggler is not fazed. The cargo is loaded. "Butcher," he says, calling the smuggler Draz Tolo by his well-earned nickname, "for what are you using these goods? You have not been concerned with the Gul Janat 'til now, only the sacred Lazuli." "Hmm. We're going to get the spacers hooked on this stuff. Make it easier to make our runs." He turns to his men. "Hurry up you slackers! Get this loaded! You don't want a Zagas crusier lighting us up, do you? Then get to work!" Bodi thinks about the Gul Janat, and how it will wreak terrors on those pul-wan butanah who take it. They will not want more after that. [b]Scene. Colour - Fat Chaz, GM FoN. Gonzagin pirate.[/b] We see the sleek smuggling ship of Fat Chaz running silent in space. He watches the hammer fleet of Lord Toval in space, spreading out. Some shuttles are expelling zero-g repair teams to a cluster of orbital sattelites. "Now we know who the competition is." [b]Scene. Interstitial - Pali Surene Vachir Edrene.[/b] Pali Edrene is holding court, in a Tibetan monk-Dali Lama sense. The Ahmek Zai are coming to pay tribute to this newcomer. Bodi approaches. "You look troubled, my son," Edrene says. "I have dealt with the off-worlders and become unclean." He fears the wrath of god. "Be still, my son. Let the soul of your Pali cleanse you." The Bright Mark - the Taab Assar - flares. The two men become as one. Edrene sees the meeting between the smuggler Draz Tolo and Bodi. "He is the legend!" Whispers and cries of ecstasy ring through the crowd. [b]Scene. Interstitial. Fat Chaz.[/b] Lord Toval sits in his command chair on the bridge of his hammer. "Sir, incoming transmission." The holo-proj flares to life. It can barely contain the girth of Fat Chaz. "Lord Toval. So happy to see you again. It's been a long time since the Battle of Deep Nebula." "Fat Chaz," Lord Toval says, contempt dripping off his every word, "you pig. You are the one behind these pirates." "Pirates? These are men, working to better themselves. Not that you would know anything about that, being born into everything you have." "Yes, I am born into nobility. That gives me the right to call you filth." Fat Chaz grabs a pickled hammer rat and bites its head off, swallowing in one gulp. "Filth? Ha! I've been called worse. Let's see how you deal with filth destroying you." Alarm klaxons RING out on Lord Toval's bridge. Cut To: A small squad of hammer gunning it from the dark side of the moon. Firefight. Fat Chaz. "Did you get a lock on that transmission?" "...no, sir." Too caught up listening to the talk, Toval's sensor man ignored the faint signals on his screen. Now he fears the wrath of his Lord. But that will come later. Hammer assault shuttles SCREAM through space, launching a barrage of deadly missiles. "Evasive maneuvers! Bring us behind those sattelites!" Toval's hammer fleet - what's ready for action - jumps to life. They move away from the deadly missile fire and take cover behind the old pre-war sattelites. BOOM! Missiles rain down on the sattelites. "Get a lock on those ships!" But it's of no use - the explosions give off too much interference. Fat Chaz, co-ordinating via signals, orders his men. "Engage thrusters - get behind that space station." The ships race towards the space station. Lord Toval smiles. He takes the helm himself, grappling with the controls. "Not yet... hold your fire... not yet..." He knows from personal experience when the best firing solution will present itself. "Now!" Fusion beams light up the void. Pirate hammer flare and explode into dust. "Now, afterburners! Close on them! Point-blank!" Lord Toval's ships race towards the pirates, firing fusion cannons as they do so. Missiles explode in the melee, stripping armour from both sides. Point-blank fusors fire, ripping ships apart. Space is lit up for an eternity of seconds, and then all is calm. "Fat Chaz will think twice about confronting me again," Lord Toval thinks. On his own ship, Fat Chaz looks over the results of the conflict. "Toval hasn't lost his edge. But now I know where he's weak." [b]Maneuver. Vaylen - Assess. Human - Assess.[/b] Fat Chaz, combining the data from his smuggling sorties, the firefight, and Kofer Pyatt's own sensor suite, sees the holes in the planetary security grid. "The drugs shall flow. Lord Koval will have his hammer cut out from underneath him." [/QUOTE]
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