A Brave New World (Full)

[Panther King Decari]

Pierre grunted as Daphene extracted the bullet from his arm, gritting his teeth into the cloth against the pain. He willed himself not to scream as her knife slid in under the offending projectile and popped it out, for showing any sign of pain would make him seem weak. He DID NOT want Daphene, or worse yet, Jerimiah to think he couldn't handle a little pain, for that would probably make him worthless in their eyes. Before he knew it, Daphene had finished her work, and wrapped the wound in cloth. He flexed his arm and fingers experimentally. There was still a bit of pain in the area where the bullet was extracted, but it was otherwise fine. He called after Daphene as she walked away. "Thanks a lot! My arm feels good as new!"

[The_Jere_Bear]

Jerimiah yelled at Pierre "Get behind something you idiot, or you'll get a faceful of shrapnel!" He then looked through the scope and made sure the barrel was intact and the safety was off. He then slipped his finger inside the trigger guard of the gun and rested his finger on the trigger.

"Alright Fajin, get ready... You'll know when to do your thing," Jerimiah said slowly to the monk, adjusting his grip on the rifle and waiting for Pierre to get behind cover.

[Panther King Decari]

Pierre yelled back huffily. "Alright! Jeez! Don't be so touchy!" He looked around quickly, then, sighting a suitable location behind a large section of one of the collapsed buildings, quickly ran and dived behind it, ducking down and covering his ears against the blast he knew was soon to come. He still had a faint ringing noise in his ears, -possibly a remnant of Faijin's earlier shockwave that had been aimed at him- and he didn't want to risk damaging his already extra sensitive hearing any further. He called out to Jerimiah. "How's this bud?! Far enough?"

[The_Jere_Bear]

"Hell yeah it is, now just don't distract me!" Jerimiah yelled out. He had lost his aim and everything looking at Pierre, and started to adjust himself again. He couldn't wait to see the explosion. It would probably be more entertaining than anything else this day he'd seen. He then asked, while still adjusting his aim, "Is everyone ready?" He didn't want someone to end up hurt in a simple escape explosion. He finally had his aim focused on the grenade at the bottom of the two. The fragmentation would be focused in their direction so he was going to rely on Fajin's blast to blow away the shrapnel or he and the monk would end up like chopped up wood bits. But meatier.

[Vishra Shae]

Fajin held is breathe as all four of his lungs swelled with air. His chest was so puffed out it looked like he had doubled in size in a matter of moments, "GO," he said in a strange grunt. He was intending to show these people that he could lead them, it was needed if they were going to survive on the surface. Also he enjoyed showing off for these people, he didn't know why he just liked to allow himself to let loose and give 100%.

[The_Jere_Bear]

Jerimiah heard a bit of urgency in Fajin's voice, like a balloon put under so much pressure it could burst uncrontollably. He shoved the butt of the gun against his shoulder, thanking he was right handed so that his left shoulder wouldn't hurt. He called out to the others "Get behind something or rely on luck, I don't care!"

He looked through the scope, made sure his aim was right, and popped off a loud shot that resounded with a high powered crack, followed by another crack from a grenade and a small flame. He smiled quickly at the destruction and started to duck down, knowing he wouldn't be able to totally avoid the shrapnel that was launching at him.

[Vishra Shae]

As the small sphere released a great amount of energy Fajin matched the same surprise. His lungs let loose a great blast that pushed the small pieces of metal and rock back at the wall of stone. His scream dug deeply into the wall but not nearly as deep as the grenades. The blast combined with the fire and other forms of carnage was beautiful, the blast seemed to cut through the flames and the fire rapped around the invisible force. It ended up looking like a vortex of fire drilling into the bowels of hell itself.

After about three second a bright light poured into the cave but it did not match the holes size, there was a giant machine looming in the way. The hole itself was far bigger than expected being large enough to drive a large war machine through easily but over half the hole was taken by the machine that was apparently drilling.

(Your welcome Destroyer X now you can use tanks burning_eyes )

[The_Jere_Bear]

"What the hell is this?" Jerimiah asked rhetoricly. He knew what this was: A drilling tool, that resembled a tank. He had loved the explosion beforehand but was now disheartened by the looming machine. He pulled back the lever in his rifle and pushed yet another shell into the chamber of his rifle, but knew it would barely do anything to the machine, with all its armour. Jerimiah then hid behind the stalactite again and waited to see if it was hostile or just exploring. Today was meant for their escape to take place on. He looked over to the monk and asked "Do you recognize that thing?"

[Jack_Of Avalon]

Captain Spaceman-

-Commander Carver

John was knocked back by the sudden explosion from within the cave. The exoskeleton save him from the worst of the damage but the hail of rubble was more than enough to make him stumble back. He steadied himself and was suddenly very glad he had insisted on making Harvey pack exoskeleton into the lander.

"Harvey! Harvey! Retract the drill," he ordered the AI, his ears still ringing from the blast. The drill seemed to get jammed half way through the process, a piece of rubble must have gotten wedged in a joint somewhere. He could handle that later. He made his way over to the gaping hole in the mountain.

"John, I am reading five heat signatures outside of the explosion range. The appear to be close to human. There are no indications of heavy mining equipment, I would advise caution," Harvey said through the internal speakers of the exoskeleton, John scowled grimly within his helmet. He had the feeling that the phrase 'close to human' was going to come up a lot in the next couple of days. Harvey marked the heat signatures on his heads up display.

One of them was pointing a gun at his lander, "Whoa! Put the gun down Rambo, This ain't a military op," the one with the gun was young, probably did not have a driver's license yet. If there still were driver's licenses these days.

"I'm Commander John Carver from project Heavenward,"

[The B3RS3RK3R]

And so, it came. It came the time that all things would begin to shift, the time for all things to slowly take notice. Now was the time of change. Torajin did not know too much of change. Hell, Torajin would even go as far as to say that he disliked change, but this poor Beastkin did not know any better. Change was new to him, new to this world. Change was unlike him.

This is the beginning of the tale of Torajin, a Beastkin who, at a young age, was locked away in the underground against his own wishes, and through intensely strong training and adaptation, grew to be one with the caves and caverns, the stalactites and the stalagmites. This is the tale of a Beastkin, a tale that ensued change in the biggest way for this creature. This was the tale... of Torajin.

The underground. It was quiet, for the most part, and people didn't really know what was going on. Hell, some people didn't even know if the surface existed in the underground, but today, that was all going to change. Torajin was sleeping at the time, lying lazily on one of the tall buildings in the underground. Torajin's body was that of an extraordinary build, superior in physiology to any human in the underground. He stood at about 6'11", just a mere inch away from a staggering 7 feet tall. His body was built, yet lean, perfection for hunting, endurance, and stamina, with his body covered in yellow-orange fur with blackish brown stripes amongst his shoulders, his thick, strong trail, his cheeks, and on his forearms and calves, which were covered by bandages. His face surprisingly had humanistic features, round tiger-like ears hanging on either side with a spiky yet somewhat stylish mane going down his back. Amongst Torajin's body was a brown vest with white lining, his pants being held up by a large black belt, brown as well with pea-green lining on the pockets and at the ends of the leggings, where a pea-green fabric covered off the tattered part of the pants. His shoes were open-toed and showed his feet, where large, sharp, black claws could be seen. His hands had sharp claws as well, but they were often seen balled into fists. Coming out Torajin's backside was a hole that let his thick, heavy tail run freely. On either side of his hip were two-what seemed like-large daggers, though a human would clearly call them swords.

It just so happened that on this day of change, Torajin woke up to the sound of the explosion, the drilling, and most of all to him, the scent of something he never smelled before: The air of the surface. Torajin, whose sole duty was to protect the inhabitants of the Underground City, jerked up quickly, his ears perking up as he fastened the communication collar around his neck. He got up quietly, perched on the building for a sec to listen to more sounds before suddenly vanishing like a flash. He jumped and leaped on all fours from building to building until he found a long, long, and I mean LONG pathway that lead up to where the event might have taken place. His eyes narrowed to see something he had never seen before, and at this, Torajin's protective guards and instinct were immediately on the rise. What he saw that was so bizarre to him was something inhuman, or even to say, void of life. It was a big hunk of metal with some sort of structure, and a large, pointy, swirly thing that pointed at the underground city.

At this, Torajin snarled and ran unbelievably fast to the site at hand, and he watched as a few people, counting five that might or might not have been from the underground came out, and one man, a man from the outside, was talking to them. While continuously running forth on all fours, his eyes noted that the man from the underground held a gun to the outsider, and whatever situation it was, Torajin saw this outsider as an immediate threat to the outside world. Torajin jumped and latched himself on to the ceiling where he jumped from pillar to pillar of stone before landing abruptly in front of the outsider, but not too close. Torajin towered over him, seeing as he was damn close to seven feet tall, and Torajin's eyes stared at him with such ferocity and resolve for protecting the people of the underground, so much so that one might say the saw a glow of rage within them. Just then, Torajin slowly inhaled, as if preparing for something the minute he looked at the outsider. What was to come was truly terrifying.

Suddenly, Torajin opened his mouth and let his strong throat muscles go to work, and from this sequence came a roar so loud, so fierce, so frightening, and so powerful that the ground vibrated, the stalactites crumbled and the stalagmites fell, that things might have even been blurred for a second with his powerful voice projection. By this Torajin meant many things, and translated, it would mean a lot in human language, but the message was clear even if you weren't a Beastkin. "GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM" was the message his roar delivered in Torajin's Beastkin tongue. Hopefully, these outsiders would receive it before he would have to do anything drastic.

This... is the Beginning of Torajin's Tale.

[_Nialla_Daugherty]

Still ducking from airborne cave rock, Daphene waited a moment to stick her head out. After the debris seemed to settle, Daphene began to slowly peek over stalagmites to wittness a most.. interesting scene.

Her ears began to perk when she noticed the large metal machine; a drill. Wait.. that wasn't there! She thought to herself as she squinted to examine the details. She watched as Jerimiah staggered closer, the firearm in his hand eagerly pointed in the direction of the drill. Daphene reached for a dagger in one of her garters and stood up. Her ears twitched when they caught the sound of an unfamiliar voice. "Is there somebody there, Jerimiah?" she asked, cautiously raising the dagger.

Before he could answer, her nose began to pick up another scent. It was a familiar scent, one that she could distinguish quickly, but not quick enough as ball of yellow quickly made it's way over to them. It was a Beastkin. She had heard of them, but wasn't too familiar with who or what they were. She knew that their kind was dedicated to keep the underground city safe from passage of any outsider. Things just.. have never gotten this out of hand before, so she had never seen one.

She watched as the furious ball landed on the ground, towering over most everyone in the team, especially her. Her dagger had already been aimed in the direction of the drill when the beatskin let out a loud yell. She remained perfectly still, watching for any sudden movements anybody might make...

[Vishra Shae]

Fajin looked up quickly his lungs already refilled with air. His eyes met with a beast like creature that reminded him of the mutant cats of the surface world, in both aspects it was big and hostile. The roar it let out could have been compared to Fajin's if only it had the same destructive quality. The noise of it's anger echoed through the cave for a moment longer before Fajin spoke. "Well I see you have a good pair of lungs, but I have four of a kind." his joke was not intended for this new threat to understand, because he seriously doubted it had ever played poker.

Fajin truly expected this beast to pounce on him or someone in his group so his mind was racing with options. His final plan was to wait for it to attack and then take it to the ground with his staff before screaming at it. Knowing that most animals had sensitive ears made this his best option. "Why don't you bring your pretty face to my staff, you strange cat," he called out taunting the massive creature.

[The B3RS3RK3R]

Fajin was right, for not only did Torajin not know how to play what the humans called "Poker", but that Torajin's hearing was incredibly sensitive, especially with an environment where the acoustics were far beyond obvious. Torajin's ears slowly perked up before slowly turning his head to the one dressed in the origin robe. There kind seemed familiar, a traveling religious sect known for their extensive training in what humans called "Martial Arts". Beastkin referred to it as simply fighting, but Torajin found grace in their movements, unlike Torajin's kind, whose fighting styles consisted of sheer anger, rage, and berserk strength.

As his eyes met his, the collar on his neck became very noticeable, for it was somewhat loose to provide comfort. Silently, Torajin's muscular right arm moved up to slowly push a switch and turn a nob on the collar. Several sounds of frequency centering could be heard before Torajin found the correct frequency for his mind to relay his thoughts through the collar's speaker.

"ME... TORAJIN..." sparked the collar as it began to focus into a more stable frequency.

"DUTY... TO... PROTECT... UNDERGROUND," Was what came from the collar in the voice of a primitive language. Its voice was heavy, but it could not be blamed because of Torajin's powerful throat muscles.

"PROTECT... UNDERGROUND... FROM... OUTSIDER." said the collar as Torajin slowly pointed to the big metal construct that seemed to barge its way into the cave. Slowly, Torajin lowered his arm as he looked back to Fajin.

"METAL... CREATURE... MUST... LEAVE..." said Torajin as he looked back to from the outside with those same fierce eyes and that scowl that accompanied his ever so protective attitude.

"LEAVE... OR... I... KILL."

[_Nialla_Daugherty]

Dapheneturned to Beastkin who had now announced his name as Torajin. She enhanced her calm as she lowered her defenses and slowly made her way to the beast. "No need to worry," she spoke calmly in the Torajin's direction. "If you don't hurt any of us, we'll be well on our way..." she continued, her voice soothing. She continued making her way over to him at a gentle pace to not alert the massive beast.

"Let's see if we can just.. avoid problems for once, Fajin," she called over to the monk's direction, placing her dagger back into her garter.

[Vishra Shae]

Fajin was half tempted to admit that he was also an outsider but decided against it, "So it can talk, very impressive,"his voice was once of calm serenity, "It will be leaving do not worry," he said what he thought was a lie. He really didn't want to start a fight with a creature that was almost two feet his better and obviously much more stocky. "Do not worry we will all be leaving soon enough," he commented casually not knowing that it was against the law for them to do so. Fajin's stance relaxed, yet he was still wary of the furry giant. Fajin smirked at Daphene's comment, he had always been a trouble maker even at his time in the monastery. "Sure thing captain," he said to her jokingly.

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