Thread: Infinite Anarchy MAIN THREAD ((Dominion Wanted!))

To describe the feeling of passing through 'The Warp' was almost indescribable. The sudden feeling of your molecules and the molecules of the things around you tearing apart and being reconstructed in the correct order was something almost indescribable. The molecules in your body stopping, and then starting back up. The feeling was intense at first. Many people became nauseous, vomit, become woozy and light headed. As you go through it more times, you don't feel that anymore. A slight dizziness but that was it. James had been through The Warp more times then he could count. James stood on the bridge of the Vibria, a Terran cruiser. It was lightly armed and quick, the most suitable craft for a diplomatic mission. James was feeling out of place considering he was here as a bodyguard for Admiral Cortez, the man who was volunteered to be the Terran emissary. James knew the man only by reputation. He was a man of great respect, ran a very tight ship and didn't take excuses. He wasn't a ball buster but neither was he overly relaxed. James sighed as the planet came into view. It wasn't a bad idea diplomatically speaking. It was area neither faction controlled, in fact the area was known as The Slate Zone. It was an area of space that was governed by various small governments. Planet Helion. Diplomatically speaking it wasn't a bad idea, militarily it was terrible. Now they had 4 fronts to cover and worry about. They would be crushed if any side intended to have war. Perhaps that was why he was the muscle and not the mind at this meeting. Corporal Archer I presume? said a gruff voice with a slightly Hispanic, behind him. James looked to see he was looking onto the face of the Admiral himself. James stood up straight and saluted. Corporal James Archer sir he said holding the salute. The Admiral saluted back. At ease, Corporal he said with a slightly less stern expression. James relaxed, putting his hands behind his back and standing comfortably before the Admiral. I saw what you did on Tython Station during that Hostage Situation. Quickly, then out, and managed to save the hostages after putting down those terrorists, damn fine work son. Damn fine work said the Admiral. James grinned and nodded. Thank you sir, just another day in the Helljumpers sir he said. The admiral grinned and chuckled. Confident, just what you should be. he began. He cleared his throat and stiffened up. Your going to have to stow that attitude when we're planet side son. said the Admiral a bit sternly. James nodded and cleared his throat. Of course sir, we need to make a good impression on the Terran Republic and it's people said the soldier. The soldier followed behind the admiral as he lead the way towards the docking bay. Helion was down below, an unbroken color of grey. Some of it cities, some of it massive factories. All of it the unbroken cityscape. James didn't bother putting on the full body armor, just the light weight E.V.O suit so they could walk around on the outside of the planet. As the shuttle took them towards the planet, James took his M909 pistol out of it's holster, checking the clip and making sure he was locked and loaded. He could feel the admiral's gaze on him as he ran through what he'd need, communicator, E.V.O suit, pistol. He didn't expect things to go to hell but James always found it was better to have a gun and not need it then to need a gun and not have it. James put the gun back in it's holster and watched as the shuttle soon landed on the landing platform below. Pressing a button on his arm, the face mask came up, allowing him to breath in the thick smoky atmosphere. Already, he could feel the micro thin needles pierce his skin and circulate the blood properly, allowing the nanites to start working. James followed the admiral to the embassy. The building was very official, appeared just in his mind like it should. Tall hallways, red carpet, various statues here and there. James listened as the door behind them closed. As he heard the door closed, James pressed the button on his suit, bringing the mask down. The admiral made his way towards the embassy room. It appears we're the first ones here, I'm gonna wait in the embassy room, stand guard for me and make sure no one tries to sneak in and stab me in the back said Cortez. James saluted and waited obediently, the other emissaries would soon be arriving along with their guards, if they had any. The Solarians would more then likely have a bodyguard or two. The Dominion possibly but they were mostly warriors, they could handle themselves. The Novus didn't have need to send a guard, the moment a Novus was shot in the head, he was just given a new body and his consciousness was transferred. Such odd times they lived in. Odd times indeed. Since we have no one playing Dominion at the moment, I'll double up as both Dominion and Terran for now lol