Post by QuantumQuattro (QtQt) on Aug 9, 2016 9:46:27 GMT
Far above the Earth, a small craft punched a hole through subspace with its FTL drives, coasting to a languid halt above the small blue planet. Its hull was a combination of elaborate curved plates of platinum and Ivory, and on the sides of the vessel, near the engine modules, it bore a simple geometric shape embossed onto the hull, a White Diamond.
Inside the craft, slender fingers dipped into the holographic control panel and the vessel's sub light engines bubbled to life, its plasma-dynamic thrusters pulsing a fierce whitish gold as the craft maneuvers into a majestic geosynchronous orbit, rolling over in space to expose its canopy to the planet below, as a tall figure within, clad in a stark white cassock with angled shoulder pads, fine white gloves and tall riding boots rubbed his eyes as the data stream that had been pulsing through his vision spheres fades away once his fingers leave the holo panel. A small light flashed and the transparent canopy under which he stood was overlaid with a holo-grid, which outlined the continents of the planet and seemed to drop an indicator symbol on top of a location on the coast of a major continent, that remained pulsing a vivid white and green..
"Oh I've got you now..Ringmaster! Soon all that you are... shall be mine. "
A distant but determined grin spreads across the gem's face as he leans back in the padded pilot seat, sweeping his long bangs of silver grey from his eyes. The course was laid in and the ship's navigation subroutines took over, and soon the thrusters would fire again, pushing the craft further towards the planet, a fierce fiery din enveloping the nose section and lower hull of the small craft as it bites into the planet’s atmosphere, the deafening roar of the torrent of turbulence and fire, scarcely more than a murmur to the gem sitting in the pilot seat.
A feminine computerized voice chimes out periodically through the cockpit.. “Thermosphere... cleared. -------Mesosphere ...cleared.------Stratosphere cleared. Now entering Troposphere... turbulence minimal... hull temperature subsiding.. Atmospheric entry sequence complete. All systems nominal..thank you fo-“
The slender hand reaches out and taps the panel, silencing the dictation of the nav computer, and watches out the canopy as the clouds seem to part and a view of a coast line.. a glowing outline appearing over a structure built into the cliffs, a structure shaped like a feminine stature of gigantic proportions.
“Hmm yes... thats It for sure! He may act distant and peculiar.. but he won’t stray far from structures built by home world, if I know this cretin at all.”
Over beach city, a reverberating pulsing hum, deep with bass and rumbling, passes low over Beach City and draws to a halt some 40 feet in the air over the cliff under which sits the Crystal Gem Temple... the lower hull of the ship nearly scraping the iron tip of a weather vane mounted atop a lighthouse overlooking the sea.
Now was the time, Flint was eager, so very very eager. He had stuck his neck out for his own sake much too far this time, but the opportunity to prove his quality and nab the title of Grand Inquisitor for himself was more than he could let pass by.
Truthfully he had been worried that the White Court had gotten somewhat fed up with his insistence.. but it would seem that he was getting his chance. As a hatch on the back of the ship lowered and a rush of salty sea air, driven up the cliffs by the waves, filled the craft, the lone Inquisitor moved his hand past a dense white, jagged chunk of the same material for which he was named, and drew forth an elegant, gentlemanly, hard light rapier and leapt from the craft, down to the grass 40 feet below, leaving his ship on auto pilot to remain aloft and move off 100 or so yards, and hang over the ocean.
The lighthouse swept the night of the sea with its broad insistent twin beams, lighting the grass at his feet. NO it was was no mere grass.. It was his ARENA for Ascension!
“Where are you Ringmaster?! There is no way you missed may approach... come out, so that we may discuss your... retirement!”
Inside the craft, slender fingers dipped into the holographic control panel and the vessel's sub light engines bubbled to life, its plasma-dynamic thrusters pulsing a fierce whitish gold as the craft maneuvers into a majestic geosynchronous orbit, rolling over in space to expose its canopy to the planet below, as a tall figure within, clad in a stark white cassock with angled shoulder pads, fine white gloves and tall riding boots rubbed his eyes as the data stream that had been pulsing through his vision spheres fades away once his fingers leave the holo panel. A small light flashed and the transparent canopy under which he stood was overlaid with a holo-grid, which outlined the continents of the planet and seemed to drop an indicator symbol on top of a location on the coast of a major continent, that remained pulsing a vivid white and green..
"Oh I've got you now..Ringmaster! Soon all that you are... shall be mine. "
A distant but determined grin spreads across the gem's face as he leans back in the padded pilot seat, sweeping his long bangs of silver grey from his eyes. The course was laid in and the ship's navigation subroutines took over, and soon the thrusters would fire again, pushing the craft further towards the planet, a fierce fiery din enveloping the nose section and lower hull of the small craft as it bites into the planet’s atmosphere, the deafening roar of the torrent of turbulence and fire, scarcely more than a murmur to the gem sitting in the pilot seat.
A feminine computerized voice chimes out periodically through the cockpit.. “Thermosphere... cleared. -------Mesosphere ...cleared.------Stratosphere cleared. Now entering Troposphere... turbulence minimal... hull temperature subsiding.. Atmospheric entry sequence complete. All systems nominal..thank you fo-“
The slender hand reaches out and taps the panel, silencing the dictation of the nav computer, and watches out the canopy as the clouds seem to part and a view of a coast line.. a glowing outline appearing over a structure built into the cliffs, a structure shaped like a feminine stature of gigantic proportions.
“Hmm yes... thats It for sure! He may act distant and peculiar.. but he won’t stray far from structures built by home world, if I know this cretin at all.”
Over beach city, a reverberating pulsing hum, deep with bass and rumbling, passes low over Beach City and draws to a halt some 40 feet in the air over the cliff under which sits the Crystal Gem Temple... the lower hull of the ship nearly scraping the iron tip of a weather vane mounted atop a lighthouse overlooking the sea.
Now was the time, Flint was eager, so very very eager. He had stuck his neck out for his own sake much too far this time, but the opportunity to prove his quality and nab the title of Grand Inquisitor for himself was more than he could let pass by.
Truthfully he had been worried that the White Court had gotten somewhat fed up with his insistence.. but it would seem that he was getting his chance. As a hatch on the back of the ship lowered and a rush of salty sea air, driven up the cliffs by the waves, filled the craft, the lone Inquisitor moved his hand past a dense white, jagged chunk of the same material for which he was named, and drew forth an elegant, gentlemanly, hard light rapier and leapt from the craft, down to the grass 40 feet below, leaving his ship on auto pilot to remain aloft and move off 100 or so yards, and hang over the ocean.
The lighthouse swept the night of the sea with its broad insistent twin beams, lighting the grass at his feet. NO it was was no mere grass.. It was his ARENA for Ascension!
“Where are you Ringmaster?! There is no way you missed may approach... come out, so that we may discuss your... retirement!”