NYK: Meanwhile...

Two Weeks Ago...
The humanoid figure sat in the darkness watching the television screen as scenes of the New York Knights press conference played out upon it. Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 had introduced them all to this means of human communication called television and, since the disappearance of Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5, the various available channels had been monitored for more information. The American news feed channel was the one usually viewed to find out what was going on in the self-proclaimed "most-powerful nation on Earth". It was also the same nation that Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 had chosen to infiltrate.
The television showed images of the New York Knights team members together with bits of information about each in turn. These superhumans were one thing that the Qysians had not taken account of before arriving on Earth. Other planets had them, of course, but they were very, very rare. Even here on Earth they were not common. In fact, the most concentrated numbers of superhumans were located in North America. Again, it was the same nation that Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 had chosen.
The image on the screen panned across and showed a pale-looking humanoid waving to the crowd with a wide grin on his face. Words appeared below the man's face indicating that this superhuman was called "Elastic Man". The commentator then went on to describe Elastic Man's abilities and powers, which primarily involved shapeshifting and stretching. The figure sat, watched and considered the evidence.
The Qysian Homeworld had heard nothing from Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 for many Earth-years now. At first they thought the humans had discovered Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5. However, nothing about the Qysian operative appeared on their various news channels and interconnected computer sites. Then they assumed the cloaked scout vessel transporting Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 to the surface had crashed and its occupant had died. There was certainly some evidence that agreed with this theory. But was that really the case?
Did Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 plan all this? Had Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 chosen the continent of America on purpose? Was Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 still alive and posing as one of these superhumans? Were these humans stupid enough to allow an alien into their own group of protectors?
The figure turned to the sub-spacetime communications array. It was time to report the suspicions to the Qysian Homeworld together with the gathered information since the last report. The others on the different continents had surely done the same. The Qysian Homeworld would receive their information and act accordingly. Soon, the fate of the Earth would be decided.
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Re: NYK: Meanwhile...
I PMed this to Thrak a couple of days ago but got a little impatient waiting for the okay from him. Hopefully, it was okay to post this Thrak?
I really should have done this a while back at the end of episode 2 and before our current encounter. Hence the "Two weeks ago" tag at the top. I hope it doesn't break people out of the game.
And, my gawd, it's difficult writing for the Qysians and trying not to use third person singular pronouns.
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My bad, I thought I had already replied to the affirmative. Good work.
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I don't envy you having to write Ryyk.4.2.1.3.5 over and over again! :)
The piece itself is rather disconcerting but well written. :)
Anything that ends with, "Soon, the fate of the Earth would be decided"... can't be good.
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Agreed... downright ominous. :)
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Of course, that line - "Soon, the fate of the Earth would be decided..." - ends with the silent "...by the GM". I haven't a clue if anything's going to happen or how or why.
It's all set up on my part to give an ominous sense of false doom. :)
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If the GM does his job right, the fate of the earth will be decided by the players, not the aliens.
But then again, you never know...