From: Lord Ihcalam (swiften_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Tue Jun 03 2008 - 00:53:40 PDT
"128"
Location: GS2
Scene: MCO Office
Stardate: 2.80601
Home Reality
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Hunter felt a shift in his very core. It felt like he'd seen a long lost twin for the first time, or a time traveling version of himself. But it was more than that, it also felt like a deep shadow moved over his soul, and chilled him to the bone. Withdrawing his focus from his desk drawer, he stood and left the room, seeking out the source of his ill mannered feeling.
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Promenade
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He showed up on the promenade to find it in chaos. People were running all over and others were getting trampled. He saw medics taking people off to sickbay for treatment, so he decided that would be his next stop. He turned around and reboarded the turbolift he'd just emerged from and almost walked into one of the drak clones that were hovering around. They were now down to two. The clone looked at him almost in shock. The facial features were the same but the man's entire demeanor was different to his very core. "You look just like him!" the clone muttered, before the lift doors closed on the two.
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Sickbay
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He walked in and people started screaming in terror almost immediately. He spotted the Station's Sec/Tac in a recovery bed, fresh from a surgery to restore a missing a mouth. He approached the security officer who shot him with a glare so strong he physically shrunk back. "Ok, not in the mood." He muttered and turned away only to see a 6 inch man sitting on a counter. These were the results of dark incantations. Ones he would never use. They had a tenadancy to taint one's soul. He quickly left sickbay He had to tell the captain.
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CO Ready Room
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He stood outside the room and pressed the buzzer. The doors parted and he entered to see a dark cloaked man and the station commander glaring at each other. "subsisto tractus!" he yelled aiming the crystal at the cloaked man. The cloak was that of a Dark Lord from his home, and a powerful one at that.
Ihcalam batted the incoming silver light away into a wall "Pitiful."
"I think you will find I am a match for you. You must be feeling weak after the havoc you’ve caused. Must be draining being away from the sands of our world for so long."
"Is this how you fight in this reality? With mere words like a Undisciplined 'liber'"
"If you care to test that theory I am at your disposal."
"Are you challenging me to a duel!? The audacity!"
"Are you backing out?"
"I accept your challenge. State the time and place. Soon though I am very busy and can spare little time for things such as yourself."
Hunter peered at the man in the hood, recognizing his own face in the shadows. He also recognized the House emblem on the Lord's cloak. A house he was a descendant of but had not deemed it necessary to claim lordship over. It was a dark house, one that gave his family immense political power on the home world. "30 minutes. Gymnasium 17. no alternates."
"Very well. Please have an undertaker on call to retrieve your body." The dark lord disappeared in a flash of black light.
Daisy looked at Hunter "can you do that?"
"Yes, but I don’t like to. Its showy. If you are alright, I will tend to my alter ego. He may be dark and have more to draw from, but *I* am used to fighting and being away from my home. We are now evenly matched. I would suggest clearing deck 17 though. Maybe the ones above and below As well. If you excuse me I must prepare." Hunter too disappeared in a soft white light the same way his counterpart had done minutes before.
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Col Bret Maverick
USS Patriot NCC-5781-A
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V Adm Adam Heyting
Public Relations Office
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V Adm Nathan Hathaway
Chief of Starfleet Engineering
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Maj Hunter Williams
2/5th Regiment Commander USS Vincennes
Task Force 44, Group Shadow
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