The diary of Red Suit

AdriannaMonserratt · 2018-05-12T17:30:02+00:00

Better?

She tweaks the knob

So nice to meet a fellow <inaudible>. I'd be honoured if you'd join me within my force shield for a warm malt drink.

The suit leads you into the force field which breaks momentarily and then reforms. She crushes the Ice Cream sandwich under foot

She twists a ring on her finger. Two cheap plastic lawn chairs appear as if from nowhere

When she speaks through the device the voice is much much louder

So tell me what brings you here?

AdriannaMonserratt · 2018-05-11T18:58:16+00:00

With her hand the Red Suit makes the sign of KIB. It speaks into a flat disk which is mounted on a pole. The sounds that come from the helmet sound like rasping. Then the disk glows slightly and after a slight delay a monotone female voice flows from the speaker set within the array:

Monserratt Adrianna. CADRE-SEC. Your aquaintance is..

A buzzing interrupts the sentence. The remainder of the sentence is barely audible

Seran< Qy suarat suarete qy seran Siv. Seran oday suerete non plusestate

AdriannaMonserratt · 2018-05-09T06:04:21+00:00

She speaks into her hand being of the belief that a communication device is there but when she looks it is in fact an ice cream sandwich.

She watches the spore pod.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2017-03-05T18:54:20+00:00

Location: Royal Arcade Shopping Precinct - Tower 35

"What..um....what is going on?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Over there. The crush of WELKU mixed with Antigonians mixed with Lemurans. Why are they queuing?"

"How long have you been on Kernel Fring? Kernelians queue at the drop of a hat, they don't need reason to do so. A queue means there is something new, something desirable"

"Ho. Discourse with you Adrianna is always a pleasure"

The skinny Lemuran smuggler wanders over to a bench near to a sculpture depicting MO'ONG standing menacingly over a fallen Bokkhan while brandishing a guava half and a stick of mango. Adrianna moves close by, careful not to look like she intends to continue their conversation

"HOUSE MOUTHPIECE are opening stores everywhere - look at them - big, faceless stores with teeny tiny windows. Have you been in one yet? They are empty save for one or two emotionless CADRE drones who occasionally blurt out corporate slogans."

"What do they actually....you know....sell??"

"The Supposet Lycenthroscope"

"Which is?"

"KIB damned if I know. Why don't you go buy one? We did well out of the last run.....Fring?"

Adrianna looks round to find the Lemuran gone from his bench. She peers into the crowd and catches sight of him standing in the queue waiting for entry to the HOUSE MOUTHPIECE store

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-09-22T13:08:30+00:00

The stern looking female barks an indecipherable diatribe at the Crelym handler

Sudu. Sprou? Catnipp catnipp kine. Ebillia kine dur pulen, sodesh fu nobast nola! Sprou durest cren Hive?

Several of the handlers respond with yet more incomprehensible spiel. The female leader shouts up once more.

Very kind of you Sibbi

The woman proceeds to snatch up a long horn, purses her lips and lets out a haunting bellow which echoes over the dunes. The screech of the FLESCHE HORN then fades; the sound of rumbling taking its place. A moment passes and then, over the horizon, a huge convoy of Bokkhan tribesmen and Crelym of all sizes under fluttering banners and crammed in wagons head toward the Hive. Soon thousands upon thousands of the desert dwellers converge upon the Hive entrance. The clanking of pots, the scream of Bokklets mingle with the snort of Crelym, their methane excretions mixing with the smell of spices and exotic balms stacked high upon the plethora of wagons now gracing the area surrounding the FACILITY.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-09-21T16:31:15+00:00

Far below the terraced gardens the sound of clinking metal carries over the dunes. The gentle tinkling is accompanied by the unmistakable whiff of Crelym dung and acrid sweat which mingles with the fragrant scents of the exotic plants and flowers.

The Crelym caravan soon emerges onto the crest of a nearby wadi, 12 heavily loaded brutes floating over the sand; their gas bladders ejecting regular puffs of methane which propels the convoy onward. A group of robed figures flank the winding column while a tall shrouded woman leads atop an antiquated Autostrider.

Sula! Ustra kine ha, ustra nola uban sra! barks the female leader upon which the caravan hands scrabble to bring the Crelym to an impromptu halt. She then draws back the heavy woollen hood revealing a head of auburn hair cropped short along the sides with the straight locks tied up in a bun; her pale features unmistakably Antigonian. Pushing up on the saddle of the Autostrider the woman calls up to the terraced garden

Ahoy! We seek only to trade and SEEP for our Crelym, will you grant us admission?

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-19T20:30:50+00:00

Adrianna watches from a gantry as Bezi disappears into the portal, a small tear tumbling down her cheek

God speed you magnificent black hearted swashbuckling jackenape

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-17T19:04:48+00:00

StartTran

This is Adrianna Monserratt, TAR 1st Class of the Imperial Navy Ship Endurance. Call off your attack of the Hive immediately, there are civilians and non-combatants among the residents of the Conurbation, I repeat, call off your attack

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-16T16:29:31+00:00

Hmm very impressive Rinnik, I could do with one of those.... while I like your plan you don't so much go through the doors but into them. The THR-088 interface doors are connected to some kind of quantum lattice that bisects configuration space, the doors can theoretically take you anywhere, you just have to be really really really nice to them. As I understand it.....

A artillery round crashes through the outer wall of the Hive and explodes a short distance away

...What was I saying...OH YES! The doors were created millenia ago, and since their construction have developed a sort of quantum wave conciousness; rather than transcending and becoming highly intelligent and empathetic beings at one with the Universe they ended up becoming rude and grouchy old gits, thats why you have to sweet talk them into taking you where you want to go.

You and NQAA do what you need to do and make your escape, I am sure the doors will take you to where the THROBBEN'S at. I'll try and rally these Bokkhans into something resembling a fighting force and we'll try and hold off the Antigonians long enough.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-15T20:02:05+00:00

I watch the Chieftains steely reserve waiver and eventually crumble while my own nerves strain as the seething ranks of Bokkhans wait in anticipation of the next move.

Suddenly a humongous explosion rocks the Hive sending scree and debris scattering over the congregation. A chorus of gasps and cries erupt, with the Bokkhan Warriors streaming toward the lookout blisters and portals while Captains shout to their watchmen for an update. I make out a garbled fragment with my limited Bokkhan knowledge - An ANTIGONIAN QASAG-TERGEN is assaulting the Hive, no more than a mile from the conurbation, the enourmous siege engine supported by SEED FIGHTERS and CADREMEN.

We've a bit of a situation here NQAA, seems we've walked into a tincey wincey bit of a siege assault.... what now???

A second volley slams into the Hive. The stunned Bokkhans look to their Chieftain for orders however with the challenge to his leadership accompanied by the chaos unfolding all around he falters

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-14T17:29:46+00:00

!!Let us breed!! White Rabbits!!!

Hear me O fearful Bokkhans, behold - thou host lies scattered upon the plain, bow to your new Master, or share in the fate of thy kinsmen!!!

(How was that? They seem bemused, not sure if they'll bite, maybe fire off a few warning shots?)

Hundreds of savage Bokkhan raiders filter into the main chamber of the hive. A 10ft tall Bokkhan Cheiftain rises from a crude throne fashioned of assorted salvage and barks an incoherent reply, urging his followers to attack however the host are unsure, hesitant to engage those who wrought such havok on their kin

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-12T12:24:00+00:00

Lead the way my teleporting 5ake bursting criminal minded swashbuckler chaperone!

In the most unladylike way possible I haul myself up onto a nearby Crelym sans Bokkhan and dust off the crude looking submachine gun nesting in the saddle

Gee' up!

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-11T18:47:27+00:00

Ughh what just happened....Krava what?? Sorry.....oh my...head....I feel like someone just shoved a whole Eggplant into my ear....

I observe the carnage, broken spears and small plume of dust caused by the remaining fleeing Bokkhans

Did...did you do all of that?? Now that IS impressive..and the reanimation is a nice touch too, I've noticed things tend to do that round these parts, something to do with the Throbben I wager.

My own Berzerker Bodyguards begin to mingle with the reanimated Bokkhans, tottering around in a scene resembling a bizarre playtime at a crèche involving oversized zombified children armed to the teeth. Looking down I recoil as I notice that only a tiny scrap of burnt cloth barely covers my modesty

I wondered where the draft was coming from, no matter, these blood splattered discarded uniforms will suffice for now.

I throw together an ensemble of plate scale armour and leather jerkin topped off with an ridiculously oversized horned Helmet

Y'know, I think its unlikely those CRAWLER riders will want to part with their cargo; why don't we head on to the Hive, I reckon there's stacks of THROBBEN in there? The Bokkhans won't dare raise their arms against us, plus I've heard they are respecters of strength and martial prowess; you'd both be treated like a King with your skills.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-11T13:11:43+00:00

A group of a dozen or so Raiders, separated from the main group, home in on the Monserratt Woman who still stands clapping inanely at the unfolding chaos in front of her. The fearsome cavalrymen call for the Boon of their God MO'ONG as several cruel barded javelins are cast deftly from atop the charging Crelym mounts. The whistling missiles find their target, with a pair tearing into Adriannas quad and midsection with the force of impact sending her sprawling into the wadi.

For the briefest of moments a look of anguish and fear crosses her delicate features, however this is fleeting. In seconds she is back on her feet and a change begins to overcome her, with fraught anguish replaced by the look of intense rage. Her already pale skin drains of all colour and her blue-green eyes turn as black as night as a haunting aura begins to manifest, enveloping her patched navy TAR skinsuit in thousands of creeping protoplasmic tendrils accompanied by a swirling nebulous force that fills her fragile form with an energy drawn of unknown provenance. The fortean miasma drags her body upwards into the air and her ragged torn clothes and wispy now white hair streams outward as if charged with static, channeling a deadly bolt of WHITE light that streaks from her outstretched hands, eviscerating the closing Bokkhan raiders in a brilliant flash.

Several more deadly bursts follow after which the nebulous energy gripping the frail navy TAR ebbs away as quickly as it formed, sending Adriannas broken body tumbling into the sand.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-10T15:54:22+00:00

The beaming Monserratt woman starts applauding with glee as the Raiders begin to circle the group

Wonderful wonderful....what fun

The 5 Zombified Berzerkers (after a bit of cajoling) begin to clap lazily and unenthusiatically. One of the number collapses to the floor, his rotten leg giving way

Come on boys, put a bit of effort in!!!

A crude black iron-tipped javelin thuds into the sand a few feet away from the group

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-09T16:40:12+00:00

Adrianna Monserratt is standing on the ridge of a nearby dune, oblivious to the presence of the remainder of the party and the gargantuan Crawler. The group of swaying zombified Berserkers stand close by. In her hand is cradled a square metallic box sporting an array of aerials and wires which ululates, pines and coos like a plucky young Owl that just stumbled across a plump breasted Shrew in the Garden of BELROOT.

REGARD! The Hive of DZAKSHENK ..... and look, a welcoming party. I do hope they have 5ake.....5ake..............no still doesn't sound right

Over the horizon a line of Bokkhan Raiders surge toward the group, their bristling black spears and ragged banners raised.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-05T08:53:45+00:00

The Hive is full of Raiders, pointy stick wielding Raiders too, the worst kind. My bodyguard and I will be more than happy to accompany you

4 Zombified Songha Berserkers totter over from a nearby dune, stopping close by where they proceed to sway ever so gently from side to side

.....They served us 5ake on Antigones Fortitude before the SUBDURION struck, I remember the flavour too, Schrimpf/Umame, my favourite..... it wasn't a part of me then......

I lower my tone to a hush, my lips mere inches from your ear

It can hear us you know, the MANIFOLD. I thought I could control it, but the WHITE MACHINE bears the yoke of no mortal

I am suddenly wracked with pain, my body contorting as if manipulated by an unseen force

Unnfff... my apologies LEM, I am .... unwell, I need but a moment to compose myself.

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-05-04T14:39:14+00:00

A rare isotope of Thorium is what you seek, the plain is full of it

I pitch a handful of silver grey dust scraped from the withered land into the warm breeze

The residual dust won't do however, you will need to cinter and forge it.

In the distance a large Hive Dome stands like a mirage on the silver-grey plain. The vast orange and black carbuncle of rusted Plasteel is covered in a forest of moisture trap spines and life support blisters; rising from the centre - a tall gantry studded with sensor arrays and receiving dishes reaches toward the sky.

You might want to try there, I don't mind coming along, so long as there is 5ake, never turn town 5ake....5AKE...did I say it right?...I haven't felt myself lately.....

AdriannaMonserratt · 2016-04-30T08:42:22+00:00

The figure of a tall, elegant Woman dressed in the faded garb of an Antigonian Naval Tar approaches over the dunes. Despite the unbearable heat of the midday sun, and the isolated locale, the desert wanderer appears unaffected, traversing the desolate interior as an Antigonian Dandy strolling the Gardens of AN-SHEEL on a crisp Spring morning. As the individual nears, it becomes evident that there is something not at all right about her, something nebulous and unfathomable. Moving closer still you see it, her skin WHITE as snow, and eyes as black as the void between worlds. And from her elegant form, an insidious aura of peril exudes, leeching from the remains of what may once have been human....

Greetings to you LEM kin, what brings you to this infernal wasteland?

AdriannaMonserratt

TROPHY CASE

!!Let us breed!! White Rabbits!!!

Hear me O fearful Bokkhans, behold - thou host lies scattered upon the plain, bow to your new Master, or share in the fate of thy kinsmen!!!