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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1557448" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 055“The Captain and The Blue Death”The Captain creeps along the side of the broken wall.  Deep inside he knows this is wrong but it is after General Zema leading his Hydra Force.  He has to be stopped.  If he has somehow escaped earth and has come here to collect the artifact it will lead to the Allies downfall for sure.Closer …closer …. He can almost smell them now.= The general is ready for you my captain.  Do fight well for your cause.  Farewell and let your justice prevail. =A look of panicked confusion crosses his face.  The Captain looks about but sees no one.  Not even Jim.  But he does smell something.  Something unlike anything he has smelled before.  Preparing for the worse, he peers around the corner.  There are bodies of dead man-like dogs everywhere.  All were armed and appear to have been seasoned warriors.  There is no sign of the cause of their death or the smell.  Cautiously, The Captain walks to the epicenter of the destruction.  Something large hit these creatures.  An impact mark was made but it looks like a long arm …or tail did the damage.  Looking for more clues, he sees deep scratches on a stone block.  A statue 20ft tall was once on this block but long ago was smashed.  Looking closer, the Captain sees there is something written on the block but he can not read read it.  Something about the enchantment he and the others were given.  They can understand certain speech but can not read anything unless it was written in a language they already knew.The seriousness of his situation becomes apparent to him now.  They were attacked through the mind.  The team has been separated and lead to danger.  Not only is the mission endangered, but of them will possibly die now.  There is magic or healing backup.  No anti-magic combatants.  No psychics.  Only himself now.  Separated and in a place of constant cat and mouse hunt and be hunted kill or be killed world.  His mind was racing as fast as Jim’s was he figured.Composure.  Cool and in command.  The Captain stopped, closed his eyes and emptied his mind.  Then he listened.  Then he sniffed the air.  Then he allowed his skin to pinpoint air currents and earth tremors.  He tasted the air for anything incorrect.  Then he opened his eyes and turned to the remains of a large building that was gutted.  The building looked to have once been a large office building or possibly a school.He heard a crunch of stone under pressure and slowly, with his head only, turned to the sound.  “You are no Gnoll.  I smell the planar energies on you.  Your shield …your wonderful shield…. smells of power …and purity.  What brings you to the Home of the Blue Death?.  The voice is deep and full of quiet power.The Captain looks at the creature before him.  The man whom has charged machine gun defended foxholes shakes in a cold sweat.  Before him is a 10ft tall heavily scaled creature.  Long and powerful talons grip and scratch the stone.  A long armored tail with sharp ridges sits swung to one side as if readied to reach out and cut and crush anything before it.  Curled onto its back are leather wings that can no doubt lift this creature from the ground.  Small but blazing blue eyes peer out of dark deep-shadowed brows that are also armored.  A large tusk of bone grows from its snout.  The Captain tries to remember anything that fits the description of this beast.  Only one fits.  dragon.Once he had assumed there were no such things.  Even in Myths, dragons were green or brown.  This is bright blue.  Blue like the sky of a clear day.  He tries to swallow but finds he has no spit.  In his dry raspy voice he tries to be diplomatic to this obviously threat.“I am known as The Captain.  I came here in search of an item for a goddess.  I was mislead by another and brought here.  I am not here to do you harm nor do I wish to.  If I could ask a few questions of you I would be pleased.  If not, allow me to go.”Sweat builds, pools and then drips from the Captain’s brow.  The creature peers at him as if to study and mull over his comments.  “What questions would you have of me Captain?”  The creature settles with its front paws crossed before it.  Its large sharp edged head rests on these.  Its confidence in itself out-measuring any caution of fear it has of the lone human known as a captain.The Captain is speechless for a moment.  It was diplomatic to ease into this but he had no questions ready.  At least no questions to pose in a non-threatening manner.“Have you seen any other humans that smell of the planes?  I have been separated from them and wish to find them.”“Hurrm  …. all humans smell alike in a barbaric way.  There was the King of Tyr but  he died.  That was last week.  There was the cleric of Torm … he died also.  No.  No you are my first human in several days.  Only these flea-bitten Gnolls and the shapechanger have I seen thus far.”Looking about him at the bodies he replies.  “What can you tell me of the Shape-changer?”  When was he here last?”“Hurmmmmm.  He, She or it.  It matters little.  I met a shape-changer that offered me gold if I killed a warrior that may venture too close to my home.” Already knowing the answer, the Captain pulls up his shield and begins to back away.  A new spark of emotion grows in the eyes of the blue hued dragon.  Its leathered thick scaled skin crackles a bit at it seems to smile.  “…and that building is my home.”The Captain makes for cover even as the mouth of the Blue Dragon opens and the o-zone seems to burn by the building energy.Though not there, Jarella can only guess how well the Captain will do against a dragon by himself.  She moves onward to look for the artifact of the Tattooed Man.</blockquote>

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