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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2005 18:19:50 GMT
Just as Mrs Anderson was about to speak up, she saw a dusted and tired looking Guinevere enter the large room. "My lady!" the woman exclaimed, throwing herself at the queen's feet. "Oh, I have been so worried!" the woman babbled, "people in town saw you leave but nobody saw you coming back. You promised me to come by for dinner, so that we could talk about compensation for the loss of my husband and son...but you never came." She glanced up, an accusing look in her eyes. "You never came."
Sonak looked down at the woman and sighed. All the while riding up the long road leading to the castle, people had been bowing down at her and casting worried glances in her direction. "I will come by in the morning, please leave," she replied, "I have been too busy elsewhere, so it slipped my mind."
Before the woman could protest, guards had already guided her back to the main entrance of the castle, and motioned for her to go home. She sighed and sat down in the nearest chair to the fire, warming her freezing cold hands. "I will be requiring a bath," she muttered, and noticed from the corner of her eyes that a few young girls sped off, apparently to see to the demand.
Sonak eyed the figure in the other chair, and gasped. Before her sat her chief engineer, all dressed up as a king. "Mr Jacobson," she started, "what is the meaning of all this?" She waved him off. "No belay that, you may answer that when I have returned. I need to freshen up." With that, she left the room, and with surprising ease, found her way through the immense castle to her chambers - and her bathroom.
An hour later, she re-appeared in the great room. "Now....what is going on lieutenant?" she repeated, after smoothing her dress and sitting back down in the chair. "Where is everyone else?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2005 19:58:12 GMT
Arthur was glad to see Guinevere arrive at the right time. This allowed the issue to be resolved swiftly, thankfully.
When she requested a bath, he found that odd. She had just had one the day before. Why did she need another one?
"Mr Jacobson, what is the meaning of all this?" She then waved her hand, "No belay that, you may answer that when I have returned. I need to freshen up." She got up and left the room.
"Freshen up? What did that mean? And why did she call me 'Mr Jacobson', and the meaning of what? The conflict with Gawaine? Surely she must know."
One of his advisors, Gares, stood by. "I do not know, My Lord. Perhaps something that happened on her journey affected her."
"Perhaps."
Sometime later, she reappeared. He didn't see the need to do it, but he had to admit, she looked much better than when she arrived. She sat down next to him. "Now....what is going on lieutenant? Where is everyone else?"
Arthur was puzzled. "My dear Guinevere, why do you persist in calling me by such strange titles? Jacobson? Lieutenant? What such titles are these?"
She looked at him as if she had no idea what he was talking about.
"And if by "everyone else", you are refering to the Knights of the Roundtable, they are out this evening guarding the Castle, and readying for any attack that Gawaine might make."
Again, she came up blank. "What attack?"
"What do you mean, 'what attack'? Do you not remember?" She shook her head. "Gawaine has begun an uprising to overthrow Lancelot and even myself after what Lancelot had accidentally down. Do you not remember any of this?"
She slowly shook her head.
"Your memory has been affected." He turned to Gares. "Send word for Merlin to come immediately. I know what I told him to do earlier but this is different. And send out a rider and ask Morgaine to come and provide aid, if she is willing. I am hoping she can help."
"Yes, my Lord." He left to see to his orders.
Arthur turned back to Guinevere. "Don't worry, my dear. We'll get you the help you need."
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Post by jatanreckus on Apr 20, 2005 17:34:31 GMT
<OOC: backposting - sorry guys but had some RL probs to deal with>
Reckus had been helping Liam down to Sickbay when he felt the ship jolt again. ~ What the hell is going on?! ~ hethought to himself. This was getting beyond a joke -all they needed now was for the crew to start feeling 'sea sick' and he'd have a sickbay full wanting treating. He managed to steady himself and carry on down the corridor, but before he had taken 10 steps the ship rocked again and he was knocked to his feet.
When he came to he found himself standing in the countryside, with Sonak and the others. He didnt recognise where he was but he had the extremely stange feeling of being weighed down with something. He looked down and saw that the heavy feeling was being caused by the amount and type of clothing that he had on. He was covered in chain mail and steel armour. This was covered by a large white smock that was covered by the image of three gold lions on a blue blackground. He wore a leather belt around his waist, which held a sword in its scabbard on his left. His right hand was leaning on a large shield, which bore the same image that was on his overshirt. He noticed that the other male members of the crew were similarly attired and that L'Ola and Sonak were both wearing extremely old fashioned medievil ladies costume. ~ Damsels in distress ~ he thought to himself. But just what was going on??
"What did just happen?" Sonak asked puzzled. The group shrugged their shoulders and turned to see a group of men on horses came riding towards them swiftly.
"Lord Merlin, your presence is required at the castle," one of the men cried, as he bent down to assist Nick onto the horse. He nodded towards Sonak and L'Ola. "It is good to see you finally settled your difference Lady Guinevere and Lady Morgaine. King Arthur will be pleased." He pulled Nick behind him on the horse, without giving the first officer a chance to react, and rode off.
One of the men turned towards Jatan. "Lord Lancelot, there is a disturbance in Cornwall that needs your attention."
"Ok" replied Jatan. ~ Lancelot?! ~ he thought to himself.
"Here is your horse my lord" Jatan turned to see his squire bring his horse to him. It was none other than Liam, dressed to accompany the knights to the battle as was customary.
"Thank you" Jatan replied, placing his foot in one of the stirrups and swinging his leg smartly over the horse. Liam passed his shield up to him and then mounted his own horse.
"Please excuse me ladies" he said, giving a slight bow as he rode off with some of the men.
They rode off to join some of the other men waiting for them over the brow of the next hill. As Jatan rode he noticed a clinking under his chin which made him look down. He saw some sort of emblem on a chain around his neck, which was banging against his chest as the momentum of the horse made him bounce up and down in the saddle. Shortly they stopped to regroup.
"Sir Bedivere!" called one of the men. "We found Sir Lancelot"
~ Oh my god ~ Reckus thought ~ now I know ~
Bedivere turned round - it was Admiral Reckus. "Lancelot, I'm glad that they found you!" he said. Reckus saw that his father had the same emblem around his neck. He couldnt figure why neither Liam nor his father recognised him as Jatan but as Lancelot.
"Let us head to the south!" called Bedivere to the men around him.
As they slowed their pace, Jatan ran the information that he had been given so far through his mind and began to piece together where and who he was. Somehow the crew had ended up in 13th Century England, when King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table held peace in the land. He was Sir Lancelot, generally regarded as the the greatest fighter and swordsman of all the knights of the Round Table. He was also the first knight to be placed in that greatest of orders. Nick was Merlin, the magician and close ally of Arthur's. Liam was his squire, so possibly his son or nephew. Jatan remembered that Lancelot had a son, named Galahad, who eventually also joined the round table. His father was Sir Bedevire, who was the knight that was with Arthur at the last great battle, and who cast the sword Excalibar into the great lake. The same lake infact, that Lancelot had been found by when a baby.
Jatan smiled as he remembered all the great stories of the Knights that he had enjoyed as a kid - and now he was his hero - Sir Lancelot! He looked down at the symbol on the chain around his neck - a red dragon, round table and cross. He struggled to remember what each meant. The Red Dragon was the sign of their loyalty to the king as it was on Arthurs shield and coat of arms, the cross was to remind them that they were to live pure and stainless lives, to stive after perfection and thus attain the Holy Grail. Finally, the round table was illustrative of the Eternity of God, the equality, unity, and comradeship of the Order, and singleness of purpose of all the Knights He smiled as he ran his finger over the emblem.
He was determined to uphold their good name and deeds, no matter how long he spent in their order
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Post by mcvaye on Apr 20, 2005 19:11:48 GMT
The hooves of the horses thundered over the moonlit grass. The forest up ahead was an eerie sight. It's magnificent trees slowly danced in the wind. The riders slowed their horses to a slow gallop as they were swallowed by the forest's broad opening. It was dark, but they'd have to navigate with the moonlight that peered through the thick roof of leaves above. Marcus went up front, and led his fellow infiltrators over the small path that curled itself through the with darkness enthralled forest.
The quietness of the forest made Marcus feel uneasy. Normally you'd hear animals and other creatures sneak around at night, but tonight the only sound was the occasional rustle of the leaves in the wind. It was as if the forest's inhabitants felt something was going on. Marcus stuck his hand in the air. "Halt!" he dismounted, and bound his horse to a nearby tree, unsheathing his sword. "What's going on?" one of the men whispered. Marcus hushed him, and sneaked down the path. It turned slightly to the right, and Marcus could see a source of illumination.
A smile appeared on his face, as he walked back down the his men. "Borrick, get down," he ordered a small figure with a dark skin. The man jumped down, and took a dagger in each of his hands. "Tell me," he said eagerly. "Looks like our friend Arthur has dispatched some scouts, but those idiots carry torches," Marcus whispered. Borrick snickered, which the little man always did, even if things weren't funny at all.
Marcus motioned for the man to follow him, and they both sneaked along the path. Arthur's scouts were moving the other way, so this would be a simple back attack. Marcus felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and by Borrick's increased rating of taking breaths he figured the little man felt the same. The scouts appeared to be holding a conversation, boasting about the number of girls they'd slept with, and what kind of adventures they'd had.
The attack came swift, Borrick and Marcus both took a scout. Marcus felt his sword run through the back of his victim. He could feel every bone he scraped past and every organ he pierced... and he enjoyed it. The scouts dropped dead instantly, and the familiar snicker from Borrick broke the silence of the forest. Marcus eyes his companion and smiled. "Shall we leave a message?" he said. Borrick nodded, immediately understanding what Marcus meant.
The two arrived back at the horses, where the other gave them questioning looks. "You'll see," Marcus said to them with a smile, as he unbound and mounted his horse again. "Let's go!" The group came into motion again, and one minute later the men burst out in laughter. The sight in front of them was surrealistic. In the light of their own torches Arthur's scouts hung from the trees, their lifeless bodies drowsily swaying left and right in the occasional wind. "I think this'll leave a message," Marcus said, eyeing the dead man with a smile on his face.
"But enough playing around," he continued, "let's focus on the task at hand." The men nodded, and they continued. The rest of their trip went without encounters, and, as agreed to with Gawaine, they bound their horses to the trees near the forest edge. Marcus looked down the hill, and there, partially surrounded by a river and a lake, lay Camelot. "Okay my friends, there She is. Take a good look at Her, by the end of tomorrow we'll be feasting on Her wealth and women," Marcus said smiling. The men laughed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2005 19:48:26 GMT
"Help?" Sonak enquired, "I am quite well thank you." She was only very little familiar with the Arthurian legend, and was very confused at how they got here, and why they were here. Was she really expected to play out a part as Arthur's spouse? She noticed that the king was looking at her, a worried look in his eyes. "I am just...fatigued of my journey today with Lady Morgaine," she finally lied, and hated doing so.
She leaned back in the large chair and shivered; it was fairly cold in the drafty castle, too cold for Vulcan comforts. With effort, she dragged the massive chair closer to the fire, and wrapped a woolen blanket around her shoulders. She also pulled up her feet onto the chair seat, arranged her long dress and pulled the blanket closer. "Is there some way we can get some more heat in this room?" she asked, her teeth almost shattering with the cold, "I am freezing."
Sonak looked up at Jacobson, wondering why he was pretending to be Arthur, and why he had reacted so oddly at being addressed by his name and rank. "Lieutenant, what do you know of this castle?" she asked at last, daring to name him by his rank, knowing that it would get her an odd reaction, "and where is the rest of our crew?"
Just at that moment, Merlin walked in, also looking rather confused, and very surprised to see his commanding officer sitting huddled up in a blanket by the fire. Not long after that, Lady Morgaine also entered the room.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2005 1:22:18 GMT
Lieutenant? crew? What strange references were these? Was Guinevere the victim of some spell or ailment?
Arthur was relieved to see Merlin and Morgaine. Now maybe they would figure out what was ailing Guinevere.
"Merlin! Morgaine! Please, over here quickly. Queen Guinevere has become the victim of some terrible ailment that has affected her. She keeps addressing me as "Lieutenant", a term I don't understand and asking me about some crew of some kind and where they are. She also doesn't remember this castle, and is complaining of chills. Please, do what you can for her. I fear she has been the victim of some dark spell. Or worse, gone delirious. I think she may even been suffering from the Black Death, though I don't know how."
He looked to Merlin and Morgaine, almost pleading. Yet they looked between himself and Guinevere, with looks of confusion on thier faces.
"Why do you just stand there, with dumb-founded looks on your faces. Do something, please! Perhaps blood-letting?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2005 6:45:56 GMT
Sonak, who had been sitting huddled up in the blankets by the fire jumped literally at the mention of blood-letting. As a medic, she'd been taught about this ancient method, that was believed to help bleed out an illness. This method was unorthodox, and hardly hygienic, as in the middle ages, sterilization of equipment was barely heard of.
"Oh no," she said, "there will be no blood-letting." ~and not just because I do not like needles or this unhygienic and barbaric method, but also because I will not bleed red, as a human does~ she thought, and exchanged a stricken look with her first officer. L'Ola, however, remained unmoved and even nodded as if she were agreeing with Jacobson - or Arthur, as he believed he truly was him, apparently.
She shivered, and ducked back into the blankets. "And it truly is cold here!" she nearly exclaimed, "Nick, do please tell him that this is no joke, and that he is Lieutenant Jacobson? Had I a tricorder, I would prove it to him." She looked sideways and didn't miss the expression of disbelief on Nephi's face; he truly was thinking she was his wife, and that she had gone mad.
Pleading, she looked at her friends. "Tell him," she told them, but only Nick's face registered the same confusion as hers did, and he quietly shook his head. With a sigh, she sat back in her chair, pondering on what to do. For the moment, she would wait. ~Oh Jatan, where are you?~ she thought, then remembered that he'd been called Lancelot, and had been called to a battlefront. Stricken, she stared at her first officer. ~our crew is replacing key figures in history~ she thought at him ~and some really believe they are those people...we must do something!~
Resolved, she walked over to Nephi, and placed her hand on his face, gently entering his mind with the purpose to show him who he really was.
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Post by fox on Apr 21, 2005 7:27:16 GMT
It was a very dark night, clouds covered the moon, no stars could be seen. Gawaine had gone into the forest and Marcus rode out with the men he had selected the men.
Fox stayed among the men remaining in the camp, prepairing for the battle tomorrow. Finally when he thought he was done prepairing, he sat down at the fire, listening to the tales of the men around it.
"Tomorrow we'll rule over Camelot and its land." One said
Another nodded "Yes." he said.. "It would be a pleasure to kill those rond table knights."
Fox joined in.. "I'd want to take on Lancelot, but Gawaine has forbidden that. He wants to take him himself."
"Yea." another said.. "to avenge his brothers."
As it got later several men including Fox left the ring around the fire to get some sleep. He entered something which looked like a tent and laid down on some kind of mat. Not much later he was fast asleep.
Several hours later, it was still dark, men walked around the camp, waking everyone. "Get up... Get ready." they said. "we're riding out."
Fox got up, took his sword which he fastened at his waist. Next he took a tube with arrows which he hung on his back and grabbed his bow and walked to his horse which he had tied to a tree.
He put the saddle on his horse and made sure it was good secured. Now he was truely ready to ride out against Camelot.
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Post by tonyreckus on Apr 21, 2005 10:53:25 GMT
Bedivere was glad to see Lancelot - after Gawaine's threats, he had become worried that something might have indisposed him. After riding for some time Bedivere held his hand aloft to signal the men to stop. They circled around him.
"Let us stop here for the night. We have riden as far as possible and our horses need watering and rest" he ordered. The men dispersed and began to set up a small camp. One man went in search of food and returned with a wild boar over his shoulder. "We shall be eating well tonight" he grinned as he held a pheasant up in his left hand.
Soon a fire was burning, as Liam turned the meat and served mead and ale to the knights. "Galahad, you are no longer a page now you know" laughed Bedivere.
~ So Liam is indeed Galahad ~ thought Reckus.
"I know" replied Galahad. "But I do not mind serving you for now"
Bedivere studied Lancelot carefully. "What ails you Brother Knight?" he asked.
"I do not know" replied Reckus, feeling as if he were truely Lancelot. "I am tired and in need of rest. It is truely tiring keeping one ear always open incase of Gawaine's advancement"
"Gawaine will never trap you" replied Bedivere. "He thinks he knows too much when in truth he knows nothing"
"That may be but he is indeed a courageous and just Knight" replied Lancelot. "and he has every reason to have a quarral with me"
As they sat eating and drinking they heard hoofs in the distance, each man dropped his food and laid hand on his sword. As the horseman approached they saw he wore the red lion of the King.
"Identify thyself!" called Bedivere, wary incase it was a trap.
"I come to you in the name of good King Arthur Sir Knights" the horseman answered. "I bring you news from Camalot!"
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Post by jatanreckus on Apr 21, 2005 12:50:58 GMT
"I come to you in the name of Good King Arthur Sir Knights" the horseman answered.
"Long live King Arthur" cried the men in unison.
"I have ridden hard and fast to catch up with you" continued the messenger. "I have news from Camelot"
"News from Camelot? Pray do tell boy" ordered Bedivere.
"King Arthur has requested your presence at the castle. He is worried that an attack from Gawaine is imminent and also that the Queen has been taken ill at a grave time"
"Guinivere?" Lancelot felt his heart flutter as he and the Queen had been romantically involved. "Is she seriously ill?"
"Nay Sir Lancelot, she is physically perfect yet she suffers from some sort of strange head complaint" replied the messenger.
"What do we do?" Bedivere looked at Lancelot.
"You must come back to Camelot immediately" said the messenger. " Tis a matter of grave urgency"
"Very well" replied Lancelot. "We shall return to Camelot now. But we need to let Sir Bors know that we shall not be able to join him in Cornwall"
Bedivere nodded. "You man" he addressed one lower knight. "Yes Sir Knight?" he replied.
"Ride on to Cornwall and join with Sir Bors and his men. Sir Tristam should be with him by now. Tell him it is King Arthur and God's will that we return to Camelot"
"Yes my lord" the knight replied, bowing.
Lancelot and Bedivere jumped up on their horses, allowing Galahad to pass them their shields. Galahad then jumped up to his horse and mouted him effortlessly.
"Let us go now to Camelot" said Bedivere, Lancelot nodding. The three set off with the messenger in tow, and rode as fast as they could towards Camelot and their King.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2005 14:36:29 GMT
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Nick intercepted Sonak on her way from the main chamber. Some servants had run out earlier to run a bath for her majesty. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing!?" she demanded of her first officer.
"I've gotta show you something," Nick said, "And no I havn't lost my mind. I know who I am and who you are."
"Good. I can't say the same thing for Nephi."
They reached the statue of Uthur and Nick shook his hand. The passage opened and they decended the stairs. Shortly they arrived in the wizards lair and found L'Ola standing there waiting. Nick moved over the an object which stood as tall as he and was covered in burlap. Sonak looked at L'Ola inquisitivly.
"Hey I know about as much as you do," She said with a shrug.
Nick pulled off the blanket to reveil the cylindar. Sonak raised an eyebrow.
"It's a metal cylindar," L'Ola said, quite unimpressed.
"Watch." He ran his hand over the writing and the object began to open. Soon it was open in half displaying it's contents, which were nothing like the contents of the rest of the room. NIck picked one of the objects up.
"This is what looks to be a dermal regenerator," He pointed to another, "This looks like a power cell from a disrupter of some sort. I can't read any of the text yet but I'm slowly beginning to identify the devices."
"You mean you have, or rather Merlin had, technology in this era?" L'Ola asked.
"It looks that way," Nick said. He put down the object in his hand and closed the cylindar. He ran his hand over the markings again and it changed form to match the surroundings.
"I should get back to the main chamber," sonak said, "Follow a few minutes behind me."
The two nodded their heads and Sonak walked back up the stairs.
~moments later~
Nick stood in horror as Sonak placed her hand on Nephis face. He stepped foreward but had a hand placed on his chest by L'Ola.
"Let her do it." She said.
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Post by tonyreckus on Apr 21, 2005 18:18:13 GMT
Bedevire and Lancelot turned towards Camelot, they knew if they rode hard they would be there in under 2 hours. The messenger followed behind them, and Galahad rode alongside them, driving his horse on. Although Galahad was still only a squire, he tried to live by the principles that the Knights lived by. He was already well accomplished as a swordsman and rider and he was strong and fair.
"My lords, how much further?" he called to them.
"Not long my dear Galahad, we shall be there shortly" called back Lancelot, breathing harshly in the slight night wind that blew in their faces. They soon came upon the hill before the castle and they could see it before them, tall and proud, home to their ruler and friend. The messenger overtook them and halted them quietly.
"Gawaine has posted men to keep an eye out for you Sir Knights" he said in hushed tones.
"That Gawaine thinks of everything" breathed Bedevire huffily.
"Fear not Brother Knight, we shall find a way to thwart him and gain access to yonder castle" smiled Lancelot.
"But how?" asked Galahad. "For if they have posted sentries looking for us we shall surely not pass"
Bedevire shook his head. "Fear not young Galahad for I have prepared for such an occurance" he replied. "Follow me" he called to the rest of the party, turning towards a small copse of trees.
They controlled the horses to stealthily move through the ground around them. They moved slowly and quietly towards a small crop of stones that marked the end of the trees. Bedevire motioned for them to follow him to the largest of the stones which hid them from any view of the area. He jumped down from his horse and to the astonishment of the others, managed to roll the rock to the side. Picking up the reins of his horse, he led the way into a small tunnel beyond the rock. The others followed suit; with the messenger following Lancelot and Galahad bringing up the rear. Galahad turned to roll the rock back to cover the entrance and followed after the others, guiding his horse. They had gone no more than 100 yards when a voice stopped them in their tracks.
"Halt!" came the voice. "Name thyself oh scurrilous knave...or face thy destiny with the feel of cold steel through thine heart"
Bedevire nodded and replied back towards the source of the voice. "I am Sir Bedevire, Knight of the Order of the Round Table. I come in the name of God and King Arthur"
The owner of the voice came closer to the group and Lancelot saw that it belonged to one of the Kings guards. He looked at Bedevire and looked to see that the Knight had the emblem of the Round Table around his neck. He held out his right arm, upon which Bedevire mirrored him and clasped the underside of the guards arm. The guard did the same.
"Welcome oh brave Sir Knight - welcome home to Camelot. In the name of good King Arthur" to Lancelot's relief the guard smiled. Lancelot then repeated the words that Bedevire spoke, followed by Galahad and the messenger, albeit with slightly different words. The guard took care of the horses whilst Bedevire led the way up to the castle.
"I had this passageway secretly made on the King's orders" said Bedevire. "None were to know of it's existance, save he and I"
"It's amazing my lord Bedevire" said Galahad.
The tunnel led to a secet passageway that led into one of the corridors on the second floor of the castle. A small peephole let the knights check that no one would spy them coming out into the corridor. They emerged out from the panel and made sure it was back securely before setting off, following the messenger this time to see Arthur.
They came to a door at the end of the corridor - Arthur's private chamber. The messenger knocked three times and opened the door when he heard the king boom "Enter!"
The messenger walked into the room and dropped to his knee and bowed his head.
"Sire, I have bought two of your best Knights to you, as requested" he said.
Arthur turned round. "Aah well done my loyal subject" he said, congratulating his servant. "You are honest and true and I think you for bringing them to me so promptly"
He straightened his crown. "Well, show them in boy" he said. "Dont let them stand unjustly outside my door"
The messenger stood up, bowed and walked backwards, stopping by the door.
"Sir Bedevire, Sir Lancelot and Squire Galahad your majesty" he announced as the three trooped in.
They walked towards Arthur, unsheathed their swords and dropped on to one knee, leaning on the sword.
"My liege" they said, bowing their heads.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2005 4:10:01 GMT
Guinevere was talking nonsense. Calling Merlin by some strange name of Nick? What was this mysterious device she refered to, a tricorder? She again used both Lieutenant and Jacobson.
He found himself very confused, then suddenly she put her hand on his face. He heard her voice inside his head My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts. She was attempted some sort of sorcery!
He reached up and knocked her hand away. "What sort of Devilry is this? Reaching into my thoughts? I had feared you insane, but now I am convinced you are possessed by some dark spirit. Merlin, why do you not stop her?"
Just then, a knock came at the door. "Enter!" Arthur called.
Here, finally were two men he knew he could trust. He motioned for them to stand. "I bid you rise, my noble Knights. What news do you bring of Gawaine's treacherous plans?"
They stood. Lancelot spoke. "My Lord, he hath set up quite an effective barrier, my Lord. I had to use the tunnel to make my way here. He has many men and weapons. What preparations shall I make?"
"Put archers on the walls, and surrond the castle with as many men as are able. Keep my best warriors just inside the wall, in case it is breached. Go now, and prepare."
Lancelot bowed and left. Arthur turned to his attendants. "Bring me my armor. I must be ready to fight!" He turned to Guinevere. "I will deal with you later," he said as his chain-mail was brought.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2005 18:53:37 GMT
"Deal? Fight?" Sonak asked, utterly confused now. She gasped when she recognized her father-in-law, and Jatan, all dressed up as knights. Names told her something, but she didn't know enough of the Arthurian legend to precisely know who they were. "Dad?" she asked, knowing that her father in law had wanted her to call him 'dad' rather than Mr Reckus or even Admiral Reckus.
The man gazed at her, his face one mask of confusion. "Thee calls me dad, my queen, but I am not thy father. I would be Sir Bedivere, Knight of the Round Table." He turned to Arthur. "Thy wife behaves strangely my lord, there are tales going around about her. Thee would be wise to have her examined."
This confused Sonak even more, and she exchanged a glance with Nick, who was also busy putting on his armour. He didn't notice, so she looked back to 'Arthur' and 'Bedivere'. "I..." she started, then felt she was gently seized by her arms.
"Guide her to her chambers," she heard Nephi say, "and guide her well. She may not leave until I return from the battle."
"What?" Sonak asked, though she let herself be guided. She had no idea what was going on, but one thing was clear: apparently only she and Nick remembered who they were, and every other crewmember thought he was a certain character from the Arthurian legend. The guards led her to what appeared to be her private chamber, and looked the door behind them after they left.
When she walked over to the nearest window, she knew that trying to escape would prove to be a very dangerous venture. With a sigh, she sat down on the bed, still wrapped in the blankets.
Hours later, she looked up and saw that dawn was setting in. She was also growing extremely hungry and the guards seemed to have forgotten to see to her need for sustenance. "Guard!" she called, banging on the heavy wooden door. Then she realised, as a telepath, she could probably mind control the guards, even though at present it seemed a bad idea.
She heard a key being turned and stepped back when the door swung open. "Thee called my queen?" the young guard asked innocently, "dost thou need anything?"
"Yes," Sonak replied, "I need water, and food. Please remind the cook that I am a vegetarian and that I will not have my food cut with knives that have been used for cutting meat."
The guard blushed and nodded. "I will see to it." With that, he closed the door. Sonak listenend closely, and heard that only one guard was leaving, to see to her command. ~open the door~ she thought, and indeed the door opened. As soon as the door was opened wide enough, she reached for the guards shoulder and he slumped to the floor. Quickly, she grabbed for her cloak, and hurried out of the castle, not knowing that Morgaine saw her leave and sent a guard to find King Arthur.
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Post by mcvaye on Apr 23, 2005 15:47:14 GMT
From their position between the trees a lot of movement around Camelot could be spotted. Then all of a sudden Marcus realized a mistake he'd made But there was still time to make it undone. "Borrick, you're with me, the rest of you, stay here, and dare not move," Marcus commanded, quickly retrieving his horse, motioning for Borrick to do the same. "What's going on master?" Borrick asked. "I'll tell you on the way," Marcus said, hoisting himself onto the horse, speeding off into the forest again.
About five minutes later Borrick caught up with him. Their speed made the sandy path through the enormous cluster of trees appear small, and they needed all their concentration on keeping their steeds from bashing into trees. After a travel of about half an hour Marcus slowed their pace, and Borrick came riding next to him. "Master?" he asked expectantly. "We're almost there," was all Marcus gave away.
Then Borrick saw it. They had returned to the spot where Arthur's scouts hung from the trees. "We're going to take them down, and put on their garments," Marcus explained, climbing into a tree. "Brilliant!" Borrick smiled, "we gonna infiltrate them?" Marcus nodded, while his cut the rope with his sword, causing one of the scouts to drop down. Borrick took care of the other. "We swap everything, clothes, weapons, jewelry, everything," Marcus said, already stripping his victim of his clothes. "But their clothes are stained with their blood, and holes from our swords!" Borrick said. "Not to worry, we'll think of something. We ran into some of Gawaine's men, and took care of them after a bloody fight," Marcus explained. Borrick snickered. "Excellent master, excellent."
The two set their own clothes on fire with the torches that still fiercely burned alongside the path. Marcus decided to not get rid of his sword just yet. "Let's head back," Marcus said, and the two sped off again. Upon arriving back at the others, the scenery down at Camelot had changed even more. Even from this distance archers could be seen on the walls of Camelot, next to tiny fireplaces, which were probably going to be used to set their arrows ablaze.
"Who goes there!" Gawaine's men called, all four poiting their weapons in the direction the hooves came from. "It is us, you moron," Marcus said. "Master, my apologies, I had no idea," one of the men apologized. "As you see we have 'purchased' ourselves another outfit. These garments'll get me and Borrick access to Camelot. We'll sabotage them from within, and we'll be sure to send you a signal once it's safe for you to climb Camelot's walls."
"You," Marcus pointed one of his men who held a bow, "give that to Borrick. The signal will be simple, we'll set an arrow aloft, and shoot it straight in the air, close to the city wall. That will be the point where you can safely enter Camelot then, but be sure not to take too long to get in, I cannot guarantee anything. Is everything clear?" The men nodded, and Marcus gave them an approving nod.
"Very well, you need to get yourselves as close as safely possible to Camelot, and then wait for our signal, Borrick, let's go." Marcus strode out of the forest, followed by Borrick. "Master?" Borrick asked, with a faint hint of nervousness in his voice. "Yes?" "How do we pretend to be a soldier from Camelot? I mean, how do such people do?" "Simple, we'll just be decent, praise Arthur and God, and swear on our faith." "Very well," Borrick said, now a bit more confident. "You wanna go in via the main gate, master?" "That is my plan yes, to raise no suspicion," Marcus said coldly. "But what about our names? They may know the name 'Marcus'." "You're right, I should change my name, I'll think of something." "And what about me?" "You can just keep yours." "Oh, alright." The two men continued their way to Camelot. The grassy plain the had to cross to get there was spookily lit by winks of moonlight that managed to peer through the clouds every now and then. You just wait Camelot, Marcus thought, by the end of tomorrow... you're mine!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2005 22:10:51 GMT
The probing shafts of sunlight from the coming dawn alerted Gawaine and the Dark Lady to the passage of time, and both agreed it was time to go about setting their plans into motion. They had been negotiating careful, devious plans all night, and Gawaine at last felt certain he was on the verge of grasping the incredible powers whose secrets had finally been revealed to him. His talisman, the delicately crafted stiletto, had been imbued with an otherwordly energy, the power to cast bolts of lightning summoned from the nether-regions. It was indeed a useful tool, but not the only one at his disposal. Before the two consiprators parted, and unbeknownst to the Dark Lady, Gawaine had managed to make off with a strange metal orb as large as his fist. With it, as he had seen her demonstrate, he could make himself, or anyone in posession of this incredible talisman, invisible to the eye. It would serve him well in the upcoming assault on Camelot.
The Dark Lady observed Gawaine with a keen eye as the errant knight-turned-warlord rode back to his den of wolves to begin a new hunt. A slight, wicked curve upturned the corners of her mouth as she considered the possibilities about to be realized with Gawaine's campaign. The devilish grin remained fixed on her sharp features as she strode swiftly into a modest hut somehow constructed in the midst of (and seemingly a part of) a thick grove of twisted trunks. Within the dim recesses of her sanctuary, a large carved obelisk of stone stood in one corner, covered in strange pagan symbols. The Dark Lady proceeded to touch five of the symbols in quick, practiced succesion, and each one began to glow in turn with a ghostly light. The sequence complete, all symbols glowed in unison and flashed once, afer which the obelisk seemed to split down the middle, flinging two halves open as if the gates of Hell had been breached.
As the Dark Lady stepped into the space beyond the stone doors, unnatural light revealed the fantastic treasures to be found there, and as she reached for one item in particular, the Dark Lady's ghoulish grin only deepened...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2005 14:03:42 GMT
Nick pulled on his armor pretending to ignore the supposedly crazy Sonak. ~I still havn't forgotten~ he thought to her. ~if you can get away meet me in the lair. We'll sort through these gadgets~
~ok~ came the reply.
~don't resist~ She cocked her head at him just as a pair of hands clamped down on her shoulder to guider her away.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2005 6:42:22 GMT
After she stood outside in the cold night, barefeet into the damp soil of the castle's botanic garden, Sonak remembered Nick's silent message. ~the lair~ she thought, paining her memory ~where was that again?~ Fortunately she remembered, and she sped back into the castle.
Adrenalin rushed as she anxiously glanced around if she was being followed. When she had made sure that she wasn't, she entered the lair and hurried down the stairs into Merlin's den. Here, she would wait for Nick to come back.
Now that she was alone, she had time to wonder how they had gotten here. There had been no anomaly, science had reported nothing out of the ordinary, nor had navigation. ~Is this a holodeck then?~ she wondered.
"Computer, end program." Nothing happened. ~not a holodeck then~ she pondered, as she picked up what seemed to be an old-style tricorder. ~those are only found in musea these days~ she continued, as she examined other items. "If not a holodeck, and not an anomaly, how did we get here?" she murmured.
Startled, she sat up as she heard hurried footsteps come down the stairs. Frantic, she looked around but there was nowhere to hide, any space was too small for her. ~now what?~ she wondered, as she flattened herself against the wall behind the large wooden door that led to the lair, an old-style phaser cluthed in her hands.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2005 20:26:33 GMT
<Okay this is sort of a back post>
L'Ola took another look at the devices *What on earth are they doing here?* she wondered. *How could Merlin have this? Everything we've planned for could be lost.*
Nick called over, "Ready to go?"
She jumped and something inside of her snapped back, "Yeah, of course. Think I was just daydreaming or something..."
They went up to the main room she hadn't been in there before, and L'Ola took a good look around to get to grips with the surroundings. She saw a group of people crowded round their King. *Now see being Arthur would be much worse than whoever it is I'm supposed to be. Arthur won't survive much longer. He has no idea what that fool Gawaine is planning. They'll kill each other off and someone else will have to take control...*
"Hey, L'Ola. Look at what they're gonna do to Sonak."
Morgaine heard someone whispering to her but had no idea what they were talking about. She saw it was Merlin, and that he seemed to be commenting on Lady Guinevere. "She doesn't seem to be in any danger. Let her be." Silently she slipped out of the hall and left the castle. She had a meeting and couldn't afford to be late.
"That wasn't the agreement. I have done everything you said, the assault was mine to plan."
"Why won't you listen to me?" Morgaine half-shouted, "You need to attack NOW. Something is happening at King Arthur's castle. Something strange."
Gawaine glared at her, "Do you expect me to believe you?"
"You have no choice, without me you will never have the power to succeed." She turned around and looked into the distance to what would surely one day become hers, if that nagging feeling in the back of her mind would stop.
He lowered his head, "You are right. Without you I would be powerless."
Morgaine spun round, unsure of what had just happened. She didn't know how, but something in her mind had just told her he was lying.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 4:06:38 GMT
Arthur's armor was placed upon him. First, a long chainmail shirt was placed on him that protected from his shoulders down to his knees, followed by a mail coif over his head. Next, a breastplate was put on his chest. Then, plate armor was tied to his arms and legs. Flexible metal gloves were on his hands . Finally, Excalibur was place on his waist once again. Arthur was now ready for battle.
He walked out of his chambers. He passed through the corridors of the castle and up the stairs onto the enbattlements on the top of the wall. He spotted Lancelot and went over to him.
Lancelot bowed as Arthur approached. "My Lord Arthur."
"My noble Lancelot, how goest the preparations for battle against that vile traitor Gawaine?"
"Well, my Lord. We have archers scattered over the walls, and swords are being sharpened as we speak. By my estimate, we shall be ready by nightfall."
"Excellent. Carry on." Arthur continued along the wall to the tower at its corner. Climbing up the ladder, he found the sentry. "Anything passing or going of note?"
The sentries bowed. "None yet, my Lord. Though we do spot Gawaine's forces in the distance, yet they do not approach."
Arthur nodded. "Keep watch on them. Send word to me if anything more happens."
"Yes, my Lord."
Arthur needed to go find Merlin. He needed to speak with him to discuss Guinevere's suddenly changed state. He went to Merlin's lair, touching Uther's hand.
As he descended the stairs, he discovered Merlin's lair to be empty. "Merlin?" There was no answer. As he looked around the room, he noticed several curious objects. These did not suprise him, as he understood little of the tools of Merlin's craft. As he turned back toward the door, he saw a figure behind the door. Pulling the door away, it revealed Guinevere, holding a strange object.
"Gunievere..." He looked between it and her in dismay. She had betrayed him. He loved her dearly, yet she had hidden truths from him. "My dear, my love, how could you do this to me?"
She looked at him pleadingly. "Wait, I can explain..."
"There is no explanation for such betrayal. Guards!" he called up the stairs.
Quickly, two guardsmen came down. "Yes, My Lord?"
"Ready a Stake with fuel in the courtyard. Queen Guinevere is to be burned at the Stake....for witchcraft."
(OOC: I would ask that no one attempt to rescue Sonak from this.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 10:50:50 GMT
Sonak stood frozen in fear. ~stake?~ she wondered ~what on earth is a stake, other than a wooden object?~ The truth of what Nephi just had orderd had not yet sunk in. She gazed down at the tricorder, which was now beeping oddly and found the readings to be disquieting. Something had happened to her chief engineer that made him believe that he was Arthur.
Before the guards came running down the stairs, she turned the tricorder on herself and it gave the usual readings for a Vulcan female. Again, she stared at the chief engineer. "Nephi...." she pleaded, "you are not who you think you are."
Then the guards arrived, seized her and carried her off. The tricorder fell from her hands as they roughly pushed her up the stairs and carried her outside. Only then, when she looked upon a stage at the centre of the courtyard, did she understand what Nephi had meant. ~I am going to be burned!~ she realised, and paled visibly.
The guards merely laughed at her discomfort. "Frightening, isn't it....witch" they jibed at her, "go on, do your magic and whisk yourself away. God will make sure that your powers will not work, while justice is being done. You tried to bewitch the king, and now it will cost you. In a few hours....then we will be freed of you."
Sonak was determined not to faint, no matter how weak she felt at hearing such injustice. ~though for this time, I probably would be a witch~ she thought ~I am a telepath, that is witchcraft~ She did struggle as they pulled her up the stake and placed her with her back against a large pole, tying her hands behind the pole. They also wrapped the rope once around her chest to keep her upright.
~Jatan!~ her mind screamed frantically, knowing by now that he believed he was Lancelot. Her father in law had not recognized her either, at least not as who she really was.
The guards stepped back when they were done. "Until the king returns, you have time to overthing your sins witch," they taunted, "and then we shall have justice. Who knows who you'ev bewitched by now."
Sonak leaned back against the pole and inhaled deeply, fighting down panic. She didn't know how long it had been but when she opened her eyes again, a large crowd had gathered and she could hear the sound of hoofs clattering against the road in the distance. Panick started to rise now, as she looked at the angry and frightened faces that looked up at her.
"I am not a witch," she called, scanning the crowd for the faces of her crew. Then she spotted Nephi, sitting high on his warhorse, holding a torch down to the dry wood that made up the stake. The wood started to smoke and then caught flame. "Nephi!" she cried, desperate for him to remember, "Neeee-phiiiii!" She spotted Jatan too, and his father and brother. "Jatan, stop him, please. Extinguish the fire!"
~my children~ she thought, her throat and lungs burning from the inhaled smoke. She was feeling the heat of the fire that was creeping closer to her. Soon, her long dress would catch fire, but she hoped her crew would come to their senses long before that. ~Nick!~ she thought frantically ~he too knows...where is Nick?~
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2005 14:11:46 GMT
Nick franticlly searched through his room. There had been a large scuffle here and equipment was scattered. Now he just had to make sure nothing was missing. Nothing was ~good...wait where's the tricorder?~ He scanned the room with his eyes and found the device open on the floor. It displayed the biosign of Nephi.
"Sonak," he whispered. He noticed the antiquated phaser lying next to it, it had been discharged.
"They got another witch!! Out to the court yard!!" Someone yelled in the hallway. Nick grabbed the phaser and tricorder and headed out to see what the comotion was about.
"I'm not a witch!" Sonak yelled from the stake.
"Well I say otherwise my dear," Nephi said as he tossed his torch into the wood.
"What are you doing!?" Nick yelled from the palace gate. He pulled out his phaser and pointed it at the CEO.
"Do you need to burn as well Merlin?" Nephi asked.
"Not today." He fired a pulse into Nephi and Jatan knocking them 15 feet off their horses. Guards came rushing but he kept them at bay with a wave of his hand. Nephi staggered and rubbed his head, he'd just slammed into a wall, as did Jate. Jate on the other hand was out cold.
OOC: I gotta continue later. Nephi wanna continue from getting up off the ground?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2005 2:20:36 GMT
Nephi was lying on the ground, finding himself in strange surroundings. Touching the back of his head, he found that his hand was covered in a metal glove. Looking at himself, he realized he was fully clad in medieval armor.
He looked around. He was in a courtyard. There was a woman burning at the stake on a platform. After a moment, he realized it was Commodore Sonak! He stood quickly, and finding a sword at his side, he jumped up on the platform and cut her bonds with the sword. He pulled her out of the flames, and quickly extending her dress, which was burning.
He looked at her puzzled. "Commodore, what's going on?" he asked softly.
She whispered, quickly, "For the past couple days you've been thinking your King Arthur. In short, you and I both thought the other mad, but you accused me of witchcraft and ordered me burned at the stake."
Nephi was shocked at this, then saw Commander Martens walk up in similar clothing. A guard approaches. "My Lord, what has happened?"
He looked at the guard. "Oh, I uh, have changed my decision and declare this woman clear of any accusation of witchcraft." He turned back to Sonak and Nick. "Where can we talk?" he whispered.
Nick indicated a direction. They left quickly. Nephi found himself in a strange room. Looking at Nick in question, Nick replied, "Merlin's Lair."
"Merlin? They think you're Merlin??...Alright, could someone please explain what on earth is going on???"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2005 19:46:57 GMT
Down in the lair, Nick wrapped a blanket around Sonak's shoulders in an attempt to stop her shivering. Her clothing was singed, her feet showing third degree burns and elsewhere first and second degree burns. The shivering wasn't so much cold, as the fire had been smothered by patting them out, instead of with water, but rather was from shock.
Sonak looked up when Nephi asked what was going on, though she didn't meet his questioning gaze. She couldn't look at him, though she did understand that it wasn't really him that had ordered her death. "I do not know," she replied, wincing as Nick pulled the blanket closer around her, "one moment I was on the Vesuvius, the next we were standing a good hour's ride by horse away from this castle, dressed for this era. Except for myself and Mr Martens, everyone seems to believe they are the person that they are portraying. You were the most convinced that you were Arthur, and there was no way that I could convince you that you were not."
She paused for a moment, swallowing before she continued. "I tried a mind meld on you, after which you accused me of witch craft. You ordered my death when you found me here, holding a tricorder." She reached for the offending object and showed her chief engineer the readings. "What do you make of this?" She asked, again without meeting his gaze.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2005 0:30:40 GMT
Nephi closed the door to the Lair, then took the tricorder from her. This situation greatly puzzled him especially about the part where he actually thought he was Arthur.
"Well, first I would like to apologize for apparently nearly killing you. But as you can imagine, I was essentially a different person then. But anyway, on to this tricorder."
He opened the tricorder. "This is quite interesting. I have never had the opportunity to use one of these, because they've been out of use for decades, and a museum is just about the only place I've ever seen one. These tricorders had a limited memory, only capable of storing about 12 hours worth of data, because they were intended to be downloaded into the ships computer after not to long." He turned to Sonak. "Did I find you with this before that, Commodore?" She nodded. "Good, then I can see what this thing found out about me when I apparently had amnesia.
He accessed the data which he recognized as his own biosigns. He displayed the information, then made another scan of himself, and compared the two. "This is interesting," he said of his findings. "It would appear that there was an energy signature within me at the time I thought I was King Arthur. I remember vaguely about being shot. Did that happen right before I came to?"
They both nodded, Nick more noticeably than Sonak.
"Well then, it would appear that the phaser blast drove that energy out of me. The phaser didnt knock me out probably because the energy was providing a buffer to my body, but the phaser wiped out that buffer. The question is, how did that energy get there in the first place?"
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