Post by prime on Feb 6, 2007 20:52:13 GMT -5
Raijin cracked his neck, flexing his muscles. He looked around his room carefully, having just woken up. It was a dark, brown, stone room, with uncertain features. The floor was pitted a cracked, and the only light came from under the iron door haphazardly fitted in what passed for a doorway. The lightbulbs from outside providing light within the corridors, powered by the ambient energy the Stormstrider Clan, his family, produced. He took a deep breath, the smell of burnt metal and crude oils on the air, used to lubricate the machines the Stormstrider family ran, using they're own bodies to animate the dead hulks, via the control over electricity the Stormstrider family possessed.
He smiled, it smelt like home. He pulled himself out of bed, put on his cloathing, and buckled on his sword. He opened the iron door, reversing his EM field, causing it to float slowly open, almost as though he Raijin was telekinetic. He walked out of his room, and through the stone tunnels, the lights flaring occasionally with the power of his electromagnetic presense. He walked outside, and looked around. The great steel room, which has been painfully built, considering the lack of resources under Tyr's surface, was filled with old, non-ether related machines from an ancient race. Suits of armor that swallowed a man, only moving when powered by the Stormstriders thunder. Silver boards that hovered when provided with energy, long, sleek coaches with no horses, which hovered and shot off at speed when fed enough power. There were many strange devices in various states of repair spread over the steel floor. Raijin smiled, as long as they were here, they were safe. These were powerful weapons, though they'd had to modify most of them from long range to close range combat, since it was impossible to find enough metal for the things called missiles, and bullets.
Some of them had energy weapons, and only the most powerful of the Stormstrider clan could use those, being the only ones capable of providing enough power for them without passing out. Raijin looked out into the courtyard, seeing all the many new faces. Espers seperate from the Clan, but taking refuge with them, because no one else would take them. Outcasts, one and all, and so Raijin accepted them.
He sat down next to one of the machines, leaning against it, and thought about what he should do with the growing power of his clan.
He smiled, it smelt like home. He pulled himself out of bed, put on his cloathing, and buckled on his sword. He opened the iron door, reversing his EM field, causing it to float slowly open, almost as though he Raijin was telekinetic. He walked out of his room, and through the stone tunnels, the lights flaring occasionally with the power of his electromagnetic presense. He walked outside, and looked around. The great steel room, which has been painfully built, considering the lack of resources under Tyr's surface, was filled with old, non-ether related machines from an ancient race. Suits of armor that swallowed a man, only moving when powered by the Stormstriders thunder. Silver boards that hovered when provided with energy, long, sleek coaches with no horses, which hovered and shot off at speed when fed enough power. There were many strange devices in various states of repair spread over the steel floor. Raijin smiled, as long as they were here, they were safe. These were powerful weapons, though they'd had to modify most of them from long range to close range combat, since it was impossible to find enough metal for the things called missiles, and bullets.
Some of them had energy weapons, and only the most powerful of the Stormstrider clan could use those, being the only ones capable of providing enough power for them without passing out. Raijin looked out into the courtyard, seeing all the many new faces. Espers seperate from the Clan, but taking refuge with them, because no one else would take them. Outcasts, one and all, and so Raijin accepted them.
He sat down next to one of the machines, leaning against it, and thought about what he should do with the growing power of his clan.