The great Hunt.

[Esiphas]

The great hunt begins on board the Dela Santifica, A Fohrman Juggernaught-Sized Leasure Ccruiser. All teams attend the pre-hunt Dinner, A formal occasion. Most races dress up nicely, Though usually in modified vrsions of their own clithes to meet their racial Requirements. Kodokhar are the natural exception.

On tge grand stage are several important people.-The G.I.R.O (Galactic Inter-Race Office), The councilmen of Galactic Parliament, Nessab, The Founder of the hunt, Last years (in fact, 9 years straight Champions), Team Starbridge pf Starbridge Engineering, An All Kodokhar team, And the Announcer of the Games, Emilia Shadowrose, the Geneticly enhineered beauty with Fohrman and Human blood in her veins.

Your team, Team Oracle, is 19th Seed of 25. You have recieved many questions aboutbteam integrity, As well as questions and slander involving cross species teammates and Multi-Species teams in general. Divinity Corps have advised you to disregard these accusations and insults. Each of you have been provided ejth an (Optional) Item of formal clothing, Taylored to your specific needs, Sizes and preferences in aesthetic matters. For the Kodokhar, Tuning Kits were supplied, to allow Smartening up. You have been dropped by shuttle and made gour way into the inner dinig hall. A large crowd are present already. You have been told to mingle whilst the announcers and speech givers are ready.

[Yuno]

Svetlana stood with her people solemn as they prepared her. Each curl and wave was attended to her hair shining brightly and the circlet that spoke of her rank falling over the massive tumble of hair which fell past her waist and was then secured in a very loose ponytail. Her dress was made to fall around her shoulders showing the tops of her arms. Her eyes were closed as her hand maidens had wished to surprise her. She stepped into the pair of slippers set out and then the two women smiled at her, "Why pretty as a picture.. illuminating and enchanting...the pride of our people. Open your eyes Miss. Tell us what you think."

Her eyes opened revealing two golden orbs which matched the trim and sparkle on the dress. She giggled in delight clasping her hands and running to hug the two women, "Its wonderful. I love it." she turned admiring herself. Then she frowned, "Medina, Lucinda...I may never see you again. I love you both so much...you are like sisters to me...and always so kind." the two women on the verge of tears shook their heads. "None of that Miss. You'll win for us and your father. You must not let them see you weak. Glow for us." She smiled nodding at them as she was swept off to be dropped in waving.

She stepped inside the hall smiling as her name was announced, "Princess Svetlana Ashyanna of the House of Light..." she smiled as her wings began to glow and she herself seemed to exude light and happiness. Quickly people began to surround her admirers and politicians alike. She mingled smiling as she moved a glass of her people's wine in hand as she curtsied and laughed with people all around her.

She paused having just finished consulting with a child from the fire clan who had been somewhat taken with her interesting features. She looked upon a member of the shadow clan. A woman who turned her gaze falling upon Svetlana as she turned her nose up and held out her glass towards her "Servant..more wine."

Svetlana was accustomed to encountering such treatment. But she was part of the hunt. Something this haughty politician would know...meaning she would know who Svetlana was and that meant she was baiting her.

Her gaze turned seering as she moved forward her hand beginning to glow with light as she stepped and held it up as if to accept the glass. The bright light dispelled the shadows around the woman revealing her rather plain and disgusting features. She took the glass replacing it and then staring hard at the woman. Who snickered at her, "Good to see they taught you your place Svetlana...your father must feel saddened that his shame is on display tonight."

Several people stepped back as Svetlana stopped from retreating her eyes glittering with a mixture of pride and rage. "What did you say Morwin..." Morwin grinned at her back, "I said your father must be ashamed his (please do not swear) child is representing her clan." Svetlana turned slowly the light catching on the edge of her fingers slightly. "My father fell in love...unlike your father....."Her eyes narrowed on Morwin, "Did he ever marry that woman...your mother...what was her name" Svetlana snapped her fingers. "Was it Amber...wait no maybe Autumn...I can't remember...there were so many of them..." Morwin's gaze became nasty as she strode forward drawing a blade only to go flying into the crowd as Svetlana stepped aside.

She looked at another shadow clan member, "Control your sister...she has had to much to drink...her tongue got away from her..."

[Esiphas]

A few Guards Seem to materialise out of nowhere as The Shadow-Clan member draws her blade. As she flies back, they move around her prone form. One remains watching the proceedings, to make sure she doesent escape. There are alot of eyes upon the group, as well as on Svetlana and The Lone guard. "Weapons are forbidden in the Dining Hall." The Kodokhar guard captain announcrs in a robotic tone- with a skight hint of boredom. The guards have Morwin up on her feet and ready restrain her."If a further incidentbis recorfed m, Guest Morwin, then weveill take aprropriate measures. The guards then movevaway, And Seem to vanish into the crowd.

"Well, That was Entertaining." Said a Voice from behind Svetlana. It was followed by another, more familiar voice- Emilia Shadowrose. As Svetlana turned around, Emilia looked her over. "My my, arent you the lovely one? So brig ht and Shining. You must be Svetlana. Nix has mentioned you a few times." She guestures beside her- A feiry orange Fohrman in a complex, Crimson robe. Nix Nods to Svetlana- you have met him before. He's one of Divinity Corps. Best Pilots, Elected to pilot this yeard team down to the planet. "Nice to see you again, Svetlana." Emilia appears to be appraising you. "I cant deny yourvtastevin.fashion" Shevsays. She too is wearing a dress, Strapless and reaching her Ankles. It is crimson, much like her hair, and shimmers in ghe light. She looks born to wear it. "Who made your dress?"

[Yuno]

Svetlana turned and bowed low the light fading ever so slowly from around her as she smiled radiantly, "My handmaidens wove it from a web that grows only at night and is said to absorb the sun and moon's light." she studied the two people before her and smiled, "Yes I remember you both well. Your dress is ravishing on you..if I didn't know better I would have thought that you were born to fill it out."

She turned looking at Nix, "Ahh yes I remember you. I think you flew back on that battle on Noxius 5. I was a on the ground then." she smiled brightly at him, "Would you like to dance?" she said smiling at him clearly wanting to get away from the polite banter.

[Edzilla]

Torak sat at the teams table, eyes down, sitting nervously. These... Creatures that surrounded him weren't natural, none existed in the old world. Only Seta offered any comfort to him, sitting on the floor next to him, looking onwards with a similar worried expression. The two were anxious, out of their comfort zone, yet they had been for almost a year.
There was much controversy over his participation. His age for a start, a teen competing against adults, but divinity were confident about his ability with his rifle. To him it was like firing a more powerful bow.
Secondly his willingness, Torak gave a very strange interview, as if reading out answers from a page. Most assumed his participation was against his will but none ever touched on the subject.
The large wolf seemed to emit a low growling sound, Torak could understand perfectly. "I don't like it here, these people are unnatural."
"It has been like this for nearly a year," said Torak in wolf, growling slowly.
"Today is different, all my senses tell me so."
Torak looked nervously, the half breed and Nix conversing next to him, both made him nervous.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Tyrin enter the hall, his attire was enough to be called formal but at the same time very casual. His normal marksmen cloak had been replaced with one of deep blacks and silvers, his tribes crest emblazon on the back, it cover his whole form. He was not social, he preferred the solitude of the battlefield, for it was solitude he created. He spotted the half-breed Svetlana, and his anger rose, he had been told to be civil and that harming his teammate was punishable by disqualification and death. He approached cautiously wishing to speak with Nix and avoiding contact with Svet at all cost. "Nix, old friend, how are you?" he remembered Nix from several other occasions having been dropped into zones before by the exceptional pilot.

[mhqvick]

Gorgon is sitting on a chair next to Torak. He does not wear any fine cloth, instead he is spending his time polishing his armor. He looks at Seta and wonder how it feels to be covered with hair. He has been waiting long enough to get this game started, and he do not hope the dinner will be too long.

[Esiphas]

Nix barked a small laugh. "You'd actually ask me to dance? You are too kind, too kind. I would love to accept yoyr invitation, But I warn you, Im not great at it, And as I am a giodfoot and a bit smaller than you, It may proove difficult. Still, If you are..." He turned his head at Tyrins call. "Ah, hello Tyrin. Good to see yiu well." Turning back.to Svetlana, he gave her a look that seemed to indicate a smile- though obviously, he had no mouth to smile with. "If yoyr prepared to risk sore feet, I'd be hapy to dance "

Tyrin felt a rough Shove from behind him, as a musclebound alien in military Uniform knocked him aside. Turning, he was treated to a Stare from the alien, a masked thing he didnt recognise. "Watch it, twerp." it stated in.a gruff tone, before turning away and walking through the crowd. Most gave the thing a wide berth.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Twerp? You dumb sack of rocks who hell do you think I am!" Tyrin yelled at the aliens back, Tyrin's headstrong attitude had once again won over his decision to play nice and civil tonight. "If you think you're so tough why don't you get your fat ass back here and speak you dumb ape!" Tyrin knew he wasn't the best in close combat, be he also knew his aim was the best, he picked up on olive from a glass weighing it in his hand for a moment before hurling at an alarming speed pegging the alien in the back of the head.

Guards soon had rushed in between the alien and himself. One guard kept saying something about fighting before the hunt being prohibited, but all he cared about was the alien he had pegged. He kept hearing him shout, "Don't worry bat boy, i'll get you on the battlefield...JUST YOU WAIT!"

[Edzilla]

Torak saw Tyrin fuming and smirked a little, he gestured to Seta and began to walk over, his wolf alongside. Staring up to Tyrin he spoke smoothly ,"I'd be more careful if I were you, no need to attract unwanted attention, you don't look like the most.." he paused with arrogant thought, "well ,fighting person." He smirked again, reaching down to stroke Seta. He addressed the others "I'm Torak," he said his tone growing slightly colder ,"this is Seta," the grey-white wolf gave a low growl of recognition his attention elsewhere. "hopefully we can get along."

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Nice to meet you, names Tyrin...i'm a sniper...no need for fighting when i've sniped guys from record distances." Tyrin swept a drink from a tray being carried by a servant, gulping it down in a matter of seconds. "Whats your speciality?"

[mhqvick]

Gorgon see that Tyrin and Torak is having a conversation about specialty's, he walk to them.

" I am called Gorgon, we are going to be busy later, so I might just tell you now, I am in to close combat" He smile to the his team members, not superior just kind.

[Zrascak]

OOC: Sorry for being slow to post, have been at a 40k tournament so I have not had access to a computer.

IC: Sammael walked sure steps towards the entrance of the hall where the formal dinner was taking place. His only acknowledgement of the fact that it was a formal event was that he had bound a chain, too weak to really be any more than an annoyance but a strong symbol, to keep his sword in it's sheath. The chain was made of a black metal which signified it as a mark of obeisance to the rules of hospitality, as long as he was not overly provoked. This in difference to a silver-coloured chain which would say that he would only draw as a response to somebody else baring a weapon, or a gold-coloured one which would mean that he would not draw at all.

As Sammael reached the doors the guards posted there moved as if to stop him until he lifted his left arm and showed the chained sword, after that the guards moved aside and announced him loudly into the hall as he entered. "Sammael Nex, ancient warrior of the Terribilis Legiones.". This announcement earned the guard a swift but curious look from Sammael who decided to try and find out who had informed the guard about that little fact, it was not a secret really but it was not a very well-known thing either.

Inside the hall Sammael quickly scanned the room for anything interesting and as his eyes fell on the wolf he could not stop himself from showing a smile in the corner of his mouth. Without even looking at the others longer than enough to remember their faces Sammael moved straight across the room to the wolf and his companion. "Good day to you. My name is Sammael, what are yours? It is a rare sight this, a wolf on a ship, how come you two are here?"

[Esiphas]

The large masked alien Bared one last rude guesture to Tyrin before he was moved away by the guards. He rejoined a roup of 6- average team size- consisting of Four more like him and two shorter, almost stick thin aliens. They look disturbingly familiar, though you just cant think where from. They are all masked. As one, they look over to Tyrin in a uniform manner. Its almost creepy.

Emilia moves overto Tyrin, Torak, Gorgon, Seta and Sammael. ''Well well, this is a surprise. Divinity corps, minus the Pilot and Dear Svetlana. How are you all feeling? Theres beenquite alot of press against you. Which is surprising, this year of all years... well,the public don't know THAT one yet.'' She gives a charming smile. ''So, how do you think your chances are looking? 25 teams, 5 more than last year. And seeding you guys 19th!'' She tuts. ''Well, you've got my suppport!''

[Zrascak]

Sammael looked coldly at Emilia as she spoke before answering her questions about their chances. As he spoke his eyes first gained a tint of wolf-like gold which then was replaced by a tint of red but they still kept blue as their main colours. "There is nothing alive that can not be hunted down by an intelligent being, that is always true. On the part of there being other teams, if they get in our way they will have to choose, backing down from my prey, or dying. Does that answer your question Announcer?".