Qraeknor.

nooby

<div class="IPBDescription">Advice?</div> Is this worth carrying on. You judge.


#&^%$#. "What? Of course. Sorry", QRAEYF said. When remembering things he tended to lapse into QRAEKNORESE the language of his birth. With a shrug he began again.

"I send these memories to the hive with the hope that future spawn may benefit. Because until now we have rapaciously (in an aside to his mind scribe - " you have some marvelous words") devoured world on world, FOR WHAT PURPOSE? To rid - just to eliminate another race. We expand just to expand. WHY?"

"When all worlds are gone or under our species, will we then turn inward and decimate ourselves. Maybe not in our lifetimes will we see this, but the day will come when there are no others. Or worse still, we will meet a race stronger, faster, better than we who will DECIMATE us".

"I give these memories hoping that they will be passed on to other hives/Kharaa, that maybe they will be thought about and a mutual ground may be reached where all our races may start from, and then begin to grow together".

"I do not know the state of other worlds, as I have lost touch since I was left here injured/dying when the Kharaa swarm moved on. I send these thoughts as I'm the last of my species and know not my future".

Blackness total blackness.

I awoke to piercing light and pain unbelievable. I heard sounds alien to my ears. A buzz that was familiar yet unknown, I tried to move but found I was restrained. I screamed, it was strangely muffled. This was so unpredictable that I stopped screaming and began to try and open my eyes.

The pain eased after ages passed and with moisture blurring my vision I could keep them open, I looked and the sight that met my eyes was a nightmare from the deepest, darkest corners of my mind.

The bipedal montrosity before me was approaching with weapons, I struggled furiously to no avail, I was constrained totally. I tried to extend my *&^% - claws- but was unable, what torture were these monsters about to inflict on me.

These were no better than the Kharaa, to think I had sent [Had I sent - yes I had] memories and pleas to the hive, to --- WAIT--- the plea had been sent under compulsion, I plumbed my memories and yes there was the voice {a scribe} had --- WAIT--- the voice had given me knowledge first asking for forgiveness for this intrusion. my awareness of my surroundings came into focus and the creature was still coming at me.

I tried more frantically to move but stopped astounded when the prey/creature said in Kharaa "stop this nonsense", I ceased movement altogether so astounded that the prey/creature had spoken Kharaa.

How was this possible. The creature told me to relax, I was to be given a healing sleep needle, to ease the pain and allow me to heal. Meaningless words that echoed around my amazed mind until the sleep sent me to oblivion.

HotShot

I dont get it.... what is this character supposed to be? an alien? a human? a mutant? i think you should find a way to introduce the characters first so the readers have some sort of understanding of what kind of person the character is. other than that it seemed interesting.

nooby

Next.------If I had explained it HotShot, it would be over. Try and be patient, it has a purpose writing it this way.


I dreamed of water blue and deep, of mountains of snow, vast fields swaying in the breeze carrying the scent of ------wait this is wrong, I struggled to awareness, what were these bipedal monstrosities doing to me.

I frantically tried to move but was held fast, I opened my eyes to see the same creature in front of me, my thoughts turned to rage, I twisted, turned, fought to no avail, whatever held me was stronger than steel bands. Steel bands. What are steel bands? As my wearied mind thought the words a picture formed, this was new, I grasped the picture with mental hands and looked, the concept was alien, hmm, I rummaged in my mind going to the depths and found thoughts weird and wonderful.

So engrossed with the new found knowledge I barely felt the sting. I knew now that the sting was followed by sleep, wait this was different. I was resting peacefully but not asleep. New thoughts and concepts, pictures and words, were flowing through my mind, they slowed and a man---MAN---hated enemy, but why hated? cause they wiped my family, my race from my world. Throwing huge rocks from space, we had never seen them till I saw them, and they had decimated my world for no reason.

It was a hive world, no it wasn't, the Kharaa stopped on our world and ravaged everything in sight, they left us on the point of starvation then man came and did what the Kharaa did not, genocide. The Kharaa were there. No, the Kharaa had moved on two months before. There was nothing left but fields of brown soil and mountains of rock, all food, plant life had been stripped, laying waste while we could do nothing to stop them. Flying creatures came and fired a green cloud that burned where it touched and we died slowly.

We retreated from them for we had no way to defend ourselves. At first they had come on land, our speed was a wonder to behold, we would run like the wind, dance among them then race away, they could not touch us. We laughed to see them dance around trying to strike us, all the while slashing at us with their teeth, their claws. They tried to shoot us with their shoulder rockets, missing and they snarled then a flier came and the insanity started.

We had danced among them touching, taunting but never harming, they fired clouds of gas (acid and spores) and we died. I was so astounded by the wanton cruelty and death that I never saw the thing that hit me. One minute I was standing observing the devastation to my people, and then I was inside a hive and pain indescribable assailed me. Memories, thoughts assailed me from every side, accompanied by pain, intense pain.

"Sleep", said the scribe. I felt the sting and drifted on a cloud of cotton wool, soft warm fuzzy.

HotShot

sorry nooby, im not a really patient person but the story is pretty good. it puts a new spin on the NS universe. showing the cruelty of the kharaa has not only touched the humans but another race perhaps, or maybe a mutant race of some sort. the suspense is building and im getting impatient again so hurry along with the story! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->

nooby

You're going to dislike me soon HotShot.

"You're human scribe, are you not"? I asked. Understanding had come slowly. I had wallowed in my misery, revelled in my despair, I wanted---no needed to blame the Universe, the Kharaa and especially the Humans. How else could I continue to BE, everyone else was dead, I survived, how else could I justify my existence, I alone out of all the billions on my world survived, How could I justify my ............... "Sleep now, heal, we will talk of this later", came the voice I recognised as scribe.

I fell into oblivion, deep, dark, abyssmal. I knew this dark primal place, Raeeck had brought me here in the long ago. A place that can be whatever you wish it to be, the Fountain of Beginning. This the name Raeeck had used to quieten the fears of a callow youth, although one full of his own self importance. I had disdained my peoples teachings, their experience, their knowledge and worst of all their history. I knew better, I was unique, I was destained for great things and didn't need any one else.

I started a rebellion of youth and had gathered quite a following of discontents, all the small discrepancies real and imagined I used, till Raeeck in despair had challenged me to take this trip. How could I refuse. An OLD man had come to meeting and challenged ME to tread where most would not. A masterpiece of deception, challenged in front of my tribe, to refuse was to be refused, I had to take the challenge. As Raeeck knew it had to be, no other way would have compelled me to this course.

We walked for two days, walked, I who was the fastest runner in my tribe, in the whole of QRAEKNOR, walked. I did so because I simply didn't know where to go. I, who had boasted that I knew everything, I was slowly shown how small and deceived I was. The first time I questioned myself was after the second day when we went high into the mountains, farther than I had ever been, I couldn't breathe, yet the old man kept walking at the same pace, never stopping, just paced along as though it was a walk on the sand at the beach. I began to question myself, my belief had been absolute.

How could this old man walk so unconcernedly while I was dying. "Dying, young QRAEYF, you don't know what dying is, you are a small minded, ignorant yet self opinionated young QRAEKNOR and to make it worse you have done what greater QRAEKNOR couldn't", I swelled with pride at the perceived accollade. "Deflate your chest and ego QRAEYF, that is not meant as a compliment, quite the opposite, it is an indicacation of the loss of QRAE, and you are only it's latest manifestation. If not you it would have been someone else, if not a lot of someone elses all over the planet", said Raeeck, and all said without breathing problems.

I puzzled at this, but had no idea what Raeeck meant, this was demoralising, I couldn't keep up with Raeeck in either walking or thought, here then was my sense of self diminished, but then in my ignorance I rallied, "How many in your tribe Raeeck", all in a breathless rush, I had to stop and rest for breath. Raeeck just continued walking. In fear, yes fear, I who was leader of a new tribe and was special, began to fear. I rushed as well as I could to catch Raeeck for fear of being left behind.

Raeeck was waiting for me at the top of the rise, he pointed towards the horizon and said, "Run mighty chief, run mighty leader". Then Raeeck Ran. I feebly started after him, and watched in dismay as he disappeared in the distance, then in total despair I watched him come towards me at a pace that even I couldn't match when down below. "Come mighty one, run, are you an old feeble woman fit only to look after the ancients", said Raeeck throwing my own words in my face.

I grew angry and tried harder, I would show this old man, but my body betrayed me, I could not. I fell and could not get up. I grew aware that Raeeck was beside me, I awaited his scorn, his pity, neither came. Puzzled, I struggled to rise, Raeeck's voice stopped me. "Lay quietly, be still", in the gentlest voice I had ever heard. A voice so gentle yet full of wonder, of mystery, of pain, but mostly full of sadness. I was taken aback, the sadness was for me.