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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 10, 2012 14:36:57 GMT -6
Hola, mi amigos!Q appeared in a flash of light and a burst of Mexican mariachi music. He played the trumpet loudly and proudly, dancing a little jig with his background players supporting him. Q opened his eyes as he played, and the music slowly fading with his enthusiasm. He was not in a large town square like the Continuum told him. He was in a large bowl. A very large bowl, with people on all sides but one box with drapes and plants, all elevated many meters from the ground. Several barred doors lied on ground level with Q, with bones scattered all over the dusty ground he was on. Cheers responded to the music. Loud, powerful, intense cheers. Oh, well this is different.A simple snap of the fingers had brought him out of the Continuum to this new universe that was created. He was sent with the simple goal of figure out what this one meant to the Continuum, and what it had to offer. Q had been quite adept with the internal workings human race in the Star Trek Universe, so he was the expert on humans compared to most Q in the Continuum. His presence here would be the most logical to have. Q didn't object to the placement either ; Jean-Luc was busy dealing with Shinzon, and Q had no interest to watch a fake-Picard messing about with his dearest capitane. Picard always comes out on top, even if he had to ask Q for help. The Continuum told him he would be appearing in a town-square in the universe's "hubworld", where other universes seemed to converge. What they didn't tell him was that this town-sqaure was a Colosseum for gladiators. Well played, Q. Well played.
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 10, 2012 19:25:23 GMT -6
"Halt! Who goes there?" One of the palace guards jumped the railing and entered the Colosseum with his trusty spear at his side. Two more guards accompanying him down below with their own spears raised and ready to attack if given the order to do so. The lead guard stopped and aimed his spear at Q. "Identify yourself at once!"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 10, 2012 21:34:45 GMT -6
Q snapped his fingers and made the supportive Mariachi band disappear. They vanished with a flash of light, and Q simply smirked at the guard. He gallivanted over to the spear-wielder and bowed for his performance. I go by many names, but you can call me Q. I hope my arrival didn't interrupt any ceremony, but I'm sure I didn't do too much to interfere. It seems a bit boring anyway, aside from my adoring fans. Now, do you mind putting down the weapon? We don't need to start a fight today.
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 11, 2012 1:37:25 GMT -6
The guards appeared startled when the Mariachi band disappeared at the snap of a finger and were even more alert now than they were before. Hearing his name the three just looked at one another and then back to the intruder. Not lowering their spears but not attacking either.
"Where do you come from?" asked the head guard. "What did you do with your comrades?"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 11, 2012 8:56:59 GMT -6
Q's smirk only got larger when the guards appeared startled. He had forgotten the feeling of a clean slate, since Jean-Luc would never let him off from his previous bits of mischief. They were not my comrades, they were simply supportive music for my excellent trumpet playing. With an entrance like mine, one must ensure that there is proper background music. It would be as if your Praetorian, or whatever your leader is called, entered for a speech with no speech prepared. He can say words great, but without that support? Pfft. Q fiddled with his trumpet and blew into it for a second, pulled the mouthpiece out a hair, then looked over at the guards. And I come from a land far, far away from this place. And far nicer too.
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 11, 2012 12:12:33 GMT -6
Not knowing what else to do the guards stuck with protocol and surrounded the strange individual.
"You're coming with us."
Led by the sharp point of their spears the guards attempted to lead Q away from the Colosseum and into the dungeons to await word from either Lord Phalis or the Death Witch, as both were currently away on business at this time.
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 11, 2012 14:00:43 GMT -6
That's no way to treat a guest! Q frowns and snaps his fingers. ... Q snaps his fingers a second time, again with no result. This was so bizarre. Normally it just works when he snaps his fingers. No delay, no lag, no... nothing like this. It wasn't that he was human, he'd have known that. But it was like his powers were... gone. Nullfied. Q's surprise was quite apparent on his face, and after a prod from a spear, followed the guards where they told him.
Well, today's just getting better and better, isn't it.
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 11, 2012 14:32:23 GMT -6
The guards tensed up when Q snapped his fingers again but they soon relaxed when they saw nothing happen. They were just as confused as Q was if not a little more so but it changed nothing. Seeing that Q was powerless to be any more of a fuss the guards began escorting him away from the Colosseum to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd who wanted to see more from the odd man. The guards simply ignored them and exited the Colosseum heading through the doorway that led to the dungeons.
"You will be locked up with the others until either Lord Phalis or Lady Hekate decides what to do with you. Try anything and we'll cut your fingers off! Understood?"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 11, 2012 14:44:08 GMT -6
Q slowly trudged along, going as slow as the guards would let him. His mouth, however, was not as lazy. Oh, I understand. Ugh, this place is disgusting. How could you possibly keep people here? No wonder you're all primitive with spears and armor. You keep yourselves in the Dark Ages. Tell me, does your "Lord Phalis" and "Lady Hekate" know of the conditions down here? I'm sure if they took a walk down here, they'd see just how horrible it is to put honored guests such as myself down into such a dank, disgusting place. Was that a rat eating a finger? If I were a human like you, I think I'd throw up.
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 11, 2012 16:40:30 GMT -6
"Silence, Slave."
The guards led Q to an empty cell and opened the cage door leading him in with their spears and closing the door behind him soon after. The two of the three guards taking post on either side of the cell while the lead stayed in the middle across from Q, the bars separating them.
"I am going to ask you a couple of questions for my report to Lord Phalis when he returns. Where do you hail?"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 11, 2012 20:45:45 GMT -6
Slave?! And here I was thinking Worf was bad to want me dead.
Q wrapped his hands on the bar, staring into the guard's visor slit. the inside was dark, and Q couldn't get an idea on who or what he was dealing with. His skin color was dark, and looked human in design, so he knew he wasn't dealing with some strange alien race. Perhaps he could be convinced to allow Q to go free and explore. It was the best he could hope for, considering his powers were useless.
I'm from a far away place that your feeble little mind couldn't wrap it's head around. Where is this place?
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 11, 2012 21:34:30 GMT -6
"Worf?"
What the hell was a worf?
"You are at the Elysios Colosseum. Ran by the god of light Lord Phalis and his wife Lady Hekate. Now answer my question, Slave. Let me worry about my... feeble little mind..."
The two guards stationed at Q's cell snickered.
"SILENCE!"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 11, 2012 22:13:40 GMT -6
Oh, just some Klingon. Silly man, really. Takes himself too seriously. Now, as for me, I come from a location that connects to every single plane of everything, called the Continuum. That should suffice to say. Try explaining 2 dimensions to a 1 dimensional person. Though I'm sure someone like you would get confused at the difference between 1 and 2. Once this "god of light" comes back, I demand to speak with him. Or his wife. Ladies do like me.
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Post by Gabrielle on Dec 12, 2012 20:33:47 GMT -6
"Klingon?"
With each question answered the guards only found himself asking more questions. But he decided to voice only the relevant ones. What a klingon was wasn't important. Where Q hailed from was.
"You do not make any demands here. When either Lord Phalis or Lady Hekate return they will decide if they wish to see you."
Said the lead guard before turning around and leaving Q in the hands of the other two who would remain on guard duty until further notice.
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Dec 12, 2012 22:09:34 GMT -6
Q stared, mouth agape at the guard who walked away. We're not done here! You have more questions for me! You can't expect me to simply sit here and wait for however long it takes. That's not even fair! He turned to the guards who now kept him here and walked up to the one on his left, looking the man up and down. You should fear me, you know. Or be in awe of the power that I weild. It's just... loading right now. Or, as I think you primitives would understand, "The arrow must be notched before it can be fired". Or however it's said. I do have vast amounts of power and abilities. All you have to do is open that door and let me go free. I could ensure you whatever material wealth you so desired.
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