Role Play Board: Buried Secret (Intro)

Buried Secret (Intro)

Posted by Donna Troy on 5/22/2009, 5:37 pm
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Egypt:
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Barren wasteland as far as the eye can see, yet the league has responded to an automated SOS signal, coming somewhere within a five mile radius of our current position. The problem faced now is that since the moment we landed, a storm has whipped up out of nowhere, all instruments are made useless underneath the might of the tempest and visuals sweeps are proving just as ineffective due to poor visibility. To top it all off, I’d swear on Hera that I’ve eaten my weight in sand.

“Should we pull back?” I scream as loud as my lungs will allow, coughing up excess grit.

Instantly I hear Ted’s voice shout back to me over the communications system, “I don’t see we have a choice, where making no head way, get back to the shuttle and maybe we can sit this thing out”

“Anybody else having better luck?” my question is more for company rather than true interest, as usual this skips Ted by completely, who begins to give me a detailed progress report.

“J’onn’s telepathy is being blocked, he said its like slamming against a wall, Vixens tracking skill’s are serving her well, but she still hasn’t actually found anything.”

“What about Hawkgirl?”

“I haven’t heard in from her”

“Is that normal?”

“For Hawkgirl? Erm yeah, I guess it is”

“Ok I’ll head back to the ship, I should be back in about ten minutes”

I wait a few seconds, expecting Ted to say something back; to my surprise only static rings in my ears. The weather seems to be picking up, sand now almost lashes against my skin, I pray to Gia for a boon of forgiveness, but nothing comes. Five minutes go by and I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I am either lost or going round in circles and either way, I’m better of just staying put and waiting for the rescue party.

By the time the sand begins to fill my boots, I question weather staying pout was the right idea, but as a shadow moves towards me, I instantly cheer up.

“J’onn is that you?”

The scream that follows, tells me instantly who it is, as does the sound of Nth metal as the heavy mace smashes down on to my bracelets, my wrists register the impact, if not for my natural Amazon strength, no doubt they would have relented and snapped.

“Shayera, snap out of it, its me Troy” despite my soft words, I need to move quickly sop as to avoid a second hit. Her eyes are white like snow; no colour or depth stares back at me.

“Last warning Hawkgirl” my threat is bravado at best; I’m not saying I can’t take her. Its just that in order for me to do so, I will need to give everything I’ve got, and her natural resolve means I may well need to kill Shayera, to keep her down. Worse still deep inside of me, a small piece of me yearns for battle, then my eyes to glaze over, but not with the mindless white, but with the blood red of rage.

To Be Continued…