Zachariah Darmok
May 30th, 2004, 01:02:22 AM
I am prepared to meet my enemy. Whether my enemy is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter
Somewhere on a insolated area of the red planet sat a YV-666 transport ship. Its shape against the skyline of the silent terrain made its silhouette from affar seem ghostly in the dimmed light, almost a haunted ship that would apparently vanish without trace. But this one did not. It sat motionless, unmoving, unchanging for hours and not a sound or a decibel came from the lonely ship on the desert surface.
Inside however, things were much more gruesome.
In the cockpit of the lonesome transport sat two maimed pilots still in their seats. The captain's body was hardly recognizable, his eyes had been torn from their sockets like grapes and his bottom jaw had been ripped off and placed almost ceremoniously in his right hand which clenched around it tightly blood covered and caked every morsel of the humans chest, it was quite sickening. The captains co-pilot, his lieutenant in the seat next to him was much more worse for wear.
His jaw also had been torn off, flesh still hung where it used to be and like the Captains's, placed in the right hand which held it, unmoving. His eyes were thankfully intact but his chest was exposed and the skin covering his rib cage had been drawn back and the bones exposed for man to see.
Rivers of blood ran out from the cockpit but these deaths had happened some time ago and their blood was starting to run out and cake upon the steel of the ship. Candles lined the ships interior which was now its only illumination and on the floor just outside the cockpit kneeled a hooded figure in the center of a pentagram.
At each point of the pentagram was placed a body part of one of the pilots and in the center of the pentagram sat the co-pilots heart.
' Ohhram-veelee aramvasha' Spoke the figure, chanting slowly and eerily ' Sooram-Aral calam Sooram meme' A small glow seemed to be coming from the heart now and the flesh began to transform, shift its mass into a small thin strip of flesh and meanwhile draining the blood within away onto the floor. In the heart flesh now, midway two smaller strips still attached bubbled out horizontally and now it seemed to be taking shape.
The shape of a dagger.
Its tip started to thin and harden into a razer sharp strip of flesh while the blunt end started to mold into a hilt.and after a long moment of its transfiguration, it finally looked like a flesh colored, hardened section of flesh in the shape of a dagger, razor shape at one end.
Picking up the the flesh-dagger and standing slowly the figure began to blow out the candles along the bulkheads till he made it to the gang way hatch, pressed the button and the yv-666's door started to open. Once it was, the figure stepped out onto the red desert surface and drew back its hood.
It was none-other than Zachariah Darmok.
He had come back to visit Sorsha but of course she was captive, unknowingly today he would be meeting the new leader of the Sisters of Chaos, Dalethria. He started his long walk towards the housing of where he was told the location of their fortress would be, a long walk of quite solitude, he hoped.
He enjoyed his own company.
Somewhere on a insolated area of the red planet sat a YV-666 transport ship. Its shape against the skyline of the silent terrain made its silhouette from affar seem ghostly in the dimmed light, almost a haunted ship that would apparently vanish without trace. But this one did not. It sat motionless, unmoving, unchanging for hours and not a sound or a decibel came from the lonely ship on the desert surface.
Inside however, things were much more gruesome.
In the cockpit of the lonesome transport sat two maimed pilots still in their seats. The captain's body was hardly recognizable, his eyes had been torn from their sockets like grapes and his bottom jaw had been ripped off and placed almost ceremoniously in his right hand which clenched around it tightly blood covered and caked every morsel of the humans chest, it was quite sickening. The captains co-pilot, his lieutenant in the seat next to him was much more worse for wear.
His jaw also had been torn off, flesh still hung where it used to be and like the Captains's, placed in the right hand which held it, unmoving. His eyes were thankfully intact but his chest was exposed and the skin covering his rib cage had been drawn back and the bones exposed for man to see.
Rivers of blood ran out from the cockpit but these deaths had happened some time ago and their blood was starting to run out and cake upon the steel of the ship. Candles lined the ships interior which was now its only illumination and on the floor just outside the cockpit kneeled a hooded figure in the center of a pentagram.
At each point of the pentagram was placed a body part of one of the pilots and in the center of the pentagram sat the co-pilots heart.
' Ohhram-veelee aramvasha' Spoke the figure, chanting slowly and eerily ' Sooram-Aral calam Sooram meme' A small glow seemed to be coming from the heart now and the flesh began to transform, shift its mass into a small thin strip of flesh and meanwhile draining the blood within away onto the floor. In the heart flesh now, midway two smaller strips still attached bubbled out horizontally and now it seemed to be taking shape.
The shape of a dagger.
Its tip started to thin and harden into a razer sharp strip of flesh while the blunt end started to mold into a hilt.and after a long moment of its transfiguration, it finally looked like a flesh colored, hardened section of flesh in the shape of a dagger, razor shape at one end.
Picking up the the flesh-dagger and standing slowly the figure began to blow out the candles along the bulkheads till he made it to the gang way hatch, pressed the button and the yv-666's door started to open. Once it was, the figure stepped out onto the red desert surface and drew back its hood.
It was none-other than Zachariah Darmok.
He had come back to visit Sorsha but of course she was captive, unknowingly today he would be meeting the new leader of the Sisters of Chaos, Dalethria. He started his long walk towards the housing of where he was told the location of their fortress would be, a long walk of quite solitude, he hoped.
He enjoyed his own company.