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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4577734" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Jack Frost: Part 9 – The Temple</strong></p><p></p><p>The dome was constructed of a strange conjunction of metals and crystalline shapes. Gold and electrum was wrapped among another metal. The metals were twisted and fashioned with great precision, delicate yet unpleasant, around contorted crystalline shapes of no known mineral. The shrine depicted no specific shape or symbol, though there was no question that it was fashioned with some unknown meaning.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean took his breathing mask, goggles, and flippers off. He kept the flashlight on his head. The underwater camera hovered just outside the air bubble.</p><p></p><p>The temple structure was clearly of alien manufacture. While the structure was not offensive to the human eye, there was something vaguely off about it, something that indicated on a subconscious level it was not a work of man. In the center of the temple was the altar. Ominously, the altar in the center of the dome was most suggestive of a dentist's chair. </p><p></p><p>The interior has an odd smell to it. There was a pile of skulls and bones collected in one side of the temple. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean crept over to the bones. He snapped a flare and dropped it by the bones.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know what these are,” he said over the comm., “but they don’t look human.” He picked some of them up and put them in an evidence bag. Then he made his way over to the altar. </p><p></p><p>Static answered him. Signals weren’t going in or out of the temple. “Great,” said Jim-Bean to nobody.</p><p></p><p>The altar was coated in frozen blood. It had two odd protrusions. The side of the altar is covered with strange designs and script. Jim-Bean snapped another flare and dropped it by the altar.</p><p></p><p>Something was pulsing in his bag. Jim-Bean pulled out the Eye of Ithaqua. </p><p></p><p>It was thrumming, like a heartbeat. He peered closer at the altar. Small, metal-like hairs swayed all along the inside of the indentations. They danced to the rhythm of the Eye’s pulsing. </p><p></p><p>A strange whispering surrounded him. A figure flashed by on the edge of the flickering light of the flares.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean brought up his pistol. “Who’s there?”</p><p></p><p>More whispering. The whispering echoed off the walls of the chamber. It threatened to drive him mad.</p><p></p><p>Out of the darkness came Hodges, emaciated and frozen, an elongated husk of a corpse with hollow eyes, a long trailing tongue, and burnt stubs for feet. He floated a few feet above the floor of the temple. </p><p></p><p>“YOU WILL MAKE A GRAND SACRIFICE,” whispered Hodges’ rasp. “GIVE ME THE EYE.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean lowered his pistol as his posture sagged in protest. “Not this again. Fine. You want it…” He shrugged off his duffel bag and shoved the Eye into it. “Go get it!”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean threw the duffel bag into the air and dove for the opening.</p><p></p><p>Hodges shrieked in rage, rushing forward to catch the bag.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean reached through the water and yanked the underwater camera into the air. “Hammer, it’s Hodges! He’s down here!”</p><p></p><p>Then the thermite grenades went off.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4577734, member: 3285"] [b]Jack Frost: Part 9 – The Temple[/b] The dome was constructed of a strange conjunction of metals and crystalline shapes. Gold and electrum was wrapped among another metal. The metals were twisted and fashioned with great precision, delicate yet unpleasant, around contorted crystalline shapes of no known mineral. The shrine depicted no specific shape or symbol, though there was no question that it was fashioned with some unknown meaning. Jim-Bean took his breathing mask, goggles, and flippers off. He kept the flashlight on his head. The underwater camera hovered just outside the air bubble. The temple structure was clearly of alien manufacture. While the structure was not offensive to the human eye, there was something vaguely off about it, something that indicated on a subconscious level it was not a work of man. In the center of the temple was the altar. Ominously, the altar in the center of the dome was most suggestive of a dentist's chair. The interior has an odd smell to it. There was a pile of skulls and bones collected in one side of the temple. Jim-Bean crept over to the bones. He snapped a flare and dropped it by the bones. “I don’t know what these are,” he said over the comm., “but they don’t look human.” He picked some of them up and put them in an evidence bag. Then he made his way over to the altar. Static answered him. Signals weren’t going in or out of the temple. “Great,” said Jim-Bean to nobody. The altar was coated in frozen blood. It had two odd protrusions. The side of the altar is covered with strange designs and script. Jim-Bean snapped another flare and dropped it by the altar. Something was pulsing in his bag. Jim-Bean pulled out the Eye of Ithaqua. It was thrumming, like a heartbeat. He peered closer at the altar. Small, metal-like hairs swayed all along the inside of the indentations. They danced to the rhythm of the Eye’s pulsing. A strange whispering surrounded him. A figure flashed by on the edge of the flickering light of the flares. Jim-Bean brought up his pistol. “Who’s there?” More whispering. The whispering echoed off the walls of the chamber. It threatened to drive him mad. Out of the darkness came Hodges, emaciated and frozen, an elongated husk of a corpse with hollow eyes, a long trailing tongue, and burnt stubs for feet. He floated a few feet above the floor of the temple. “YOU WILL MAKE A GRAND SACRIFICE,” whispered Hodges’ rasp. “GIVE ME THE EYE.” Jim-Bean lowered his pistol as his posture sagged in protest. “Not this again. Fine. You want it…” He shrugged off his duffel bag and shoved the Eye into it. “Go get it!” Jim-Bean threw the duffel bag into the air and dove for the opening. Hodges shrieked in rage, rushing forward to catch the bag. Jim-Bean reached through the water and yanked the underwater camera into the air. “Hammer, it’s Hodges! He’s down here!” Then the thermite grenades went off. [/QUOTE]
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