Arsinova exited his jump to the Angel Moon, his large ship which had pieces floating alongside the main hull that formed wings and a tail so to speak, it sat just along the rim of the atmosphere of the Angel Moon as Arsinova sat and gazed on its surface "So this is what's left of the factory world? I expected less" Arsinova sat and observed the base of the moon then moving on to the trench and placing a hand to his chin "I wonder..." and so he launched himself down onto the surface just on the wall of the trench
Loki notices the giant magnet looming over ahead and out of instinct, he pushes Ketin away as he jumps back with his thrusters redirecting so he could get away from the magnet. Loki only went back not because he was aware of Ketin's attmept to get away from because if that was the case, he would had taken the fox boy with him. Loki only moved out fear, his eyes changed shape into a more worrisome look. His body language was one of quivering like he suffered through PTSD as he looks at the giant magnet in fear. He then looks at Ketin and his soon went into a squint like if at the same time knew that Ketin did what he did. "I will not suffer the same fate as Fenrir" he says to him as he turns his invisibility cloak back on and almost vanishes into thin air.
Kampfer soon approached the Nirix and Ketin and said "Come on you two, please don't scare our escort , he likes you two" he states as he holds both his hands behind his back as he glances at them both. Kampfer could tell something was wrong with Ketin, his body language almost telling that he was nervous but not a Loki but at something else, which in turn made Kampfer nervous and ever more wanting to leave. Without saying anything else, Kampfer turned around and stated walking back to the ship with a brisk pace and said "The sooner we go the better" Kampfer even though having a good time the past few hours, still was nervous as hell with his medical operation with Lord Erica and with Ketin all nervous as well, it didn't exactly help Kampfer calm down as his heart sunken deeply into his stomach and race rapidly.
Kampfer soon approached the Nirix and Ketin and said "Come on you two, please don't scare our escort , he likes you two" he states as he holds both his hands behind his back as he glances at them both. Kampfer could tell something was wrong with Ketin, his body language almost telling that he was nervous but not a Loki but at something else, which in turn made Kampfer nervous and ever more wanting to leave. Without saying anything else, Kampfer turned around and stated walking back to the ship with a brisk pace and said "The sooner we go the better" Kampfer even though having a good time the past few hours, still was nervous as hell with his medical operation with Lord Erica and with Ketin all nervous as well, it didn't exactly help Kampfer calm down as his heart sunken deeply into his stomach and race rapidly.
(Okay let's do this)
Nothing like it had ever happened in the history of The Galaxy.
It came from nowhere and yet it was everywhere. There was no source, nothing to trace it - it was universal, registering on every technological device, penetrating even the deepest reaches of the Universe. It was all dimensions, all times - a billion, billion places at once and yet existing only as the sound and the sight and the memory. Things began to malfunction - alarms sounded - and above it all was a terrible, roaring white noise. It was akin only to the sound which had been born with the beginning of the Universe itself - deeper than any ear could fathom, higher than possible - thoroughly overwhelming in every sense. Despite the loudness, the deafening bellows of time and space and nothingness - it was silence. Crushing, all-encompassing silence. It was a billion, billion screams echoed from the death throes of those who had been lost to time, body and mind, their remains ashes in the wind, then molecules, then stardust again - the sound of life, stars born in great thundering clashes of chaos and singular lines of pure reasoning. It was impossible.
Visually, it was manifested in the form of numbers - some nonsense code of zeroes and ones that surely could not possibly have meant anything and yet carried with them a cosmic horror, an unnatural, unyielding and unreasoning dread deep within the heart and mind - a jump in breath, a billionth of a second in which mathematics became visions, physics became sensations, thoughts became realitites, madness became universal and then disappeared from whence it had come without the slightest trace that it had ever been there. It was static, noise, chaos in all sensory formats - and yet save for a dull white sound, a mysterious and unplaceable shiver of dread and emptiness - it was gone. It had never happened. Only the faintest record of the sound with its' billions upon billions of layers, of its' infinite and unknowable depth - only the most infinitesimal fraction remained. The numbers, the ones and zeroes, scrolled across every monitor, holographic display, implanted user interface. Text-to-speech programs began droning on, reciting the seemingly endless numbers as if possessed by ghosts. Every advertisement displayed them, scrolling, marching across the screens, interrupting everything - the distorted numbers that went on and on, and then disappeared. It was the same - everywhere.
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͛̎ͥ̊̃ͫͭ̄̈͌͊ͨ̾̆ͨ͟͡͏̥͖̱̭͍0̶̡̛͕͎̜͖̯̣͖̜͖̮̮͕͎̠̦̼̉ͥ͊͌̔͐̊̕͞ͅ1̱͍̩̞̩̹͓̖̻̯̳͈̾ͭ̽ͯ̊̃̎́ͬͮͧ̋̈̎̚͘͟͡0̍̌ͧ̒ͥ͏̶̗̖͔̫̭̳̀͢͡1̵̧͙̮̦̯̮̙̪̟̝̣̯̲̤̬̿̊̈̔̃̒̂͊̽̃̅̓͠0̨̨̻̩͖̪͕̄ͤͣ͊́̚ͅ0͚̟͉̰̤̣̞̮̱̟̉́ͫͬ̌̄̎͡1̵̯̗̥̻̤̘̺͙̱̙͂͑ͣ̈́̿͘ͅͅ1̧̃͛̐̂̂ͫ͛̆͏̶͔̬͎́ͅ ̵͛͒͊̏ͬ̋ͨͧͪͪ̋̋͛̏͏̢̮̜̣͕̘̩̤̱ͅͅ0̴̢̡̬̩̰̟̫͔͍̥̺̯̥̼̦̗̜̋̿͋ͯ͛̐ͣ̎͒ͨ0̵̪̼͇͕͖͔̭̩̗̣̗̤̹̃̀́ͦ͒͐̏͑ͯͦ̂͆ͯͪ̄̐ͧ̍̀́1̶̱̫̝̠̻̥̠̈ͮ̆̈̐͂͟͢ͅ0̡ͨ̀ͮ̀҉̷̢̖̭̫̳̗͉̙͇̗̺̺̩0̛̛͍͓͙̭ͣ͆͋̽̔̈ͩ͛̇̍̕͡0͋ͫ͒ͬ́ͮ҉̳͚͙̜̼̭͇̲͉̘̕̕͡ͅ0̢̺͇̬͚͉̖̥̘̫̙̺̙͎̘̞̯͑ͨͪͥ̀̈̆̈̉͒̐̉͆̇̆̂̑̚0̬͈̺͖̯̘̣̭͖̭̬̪͂̎̈͐ͣ̍̌͑͐̅̉̑̂̎ͭ͟ ̠͇̪̜̻̳͚̜̄̎ͪͧ̅̾̃̀̓̇̕͢͡0̶̬͚̣̾͌ͩ̍̋̑̔̂ͨ̌̐̐̚̕1̸̨̖̳͉̤̖̣̠̺̥̮̖͉ͤͬ̾ͥ̌̿͘0̴̢̛͇̦̫̖̱͚̝͈̠̺̬͚̖̊͌̿̃ͫ̀̊̍̍ͨ̏ͣͦͪ0͛ͫͯͥ̈́͑̍̽̊͏̶̶̧̞̠̞̫̤͓1̥̥̘̞̜̑́̿̐̿ͭ̇ͦͤ͌̀͒͗̉͌ͬ͢͟͟0̇̌͗ͮ̋̔͗̉͏̵̰̪̦͕̫̞̥̞̬̯̫̲͠0̴̀̒̆̊͠͡͝͏̘̥͕̣̝͕̠̘̺̼̟̺̙̭̱ͅ1ͥ̾̋ͨ̊̊ͤ̐͟͏̰̦̗̗͇̠͉̜̯̥̯̝̹̩͢͞ ̶̶͔̟̮͔̣̱̱̩̳̦̙̟͑ͧͩ̎ͣ̈́ͣͬͩ̏͐̾́ͅ
It had come from nowhere, inserted itself into the mind of every sentient being in the Universe, and disappeared, leaving behind only the numbers, distorted with unknown variables, making up some impossible nonsense code. If this strange, numerical language had ever been used, it would have to have been thousands of years before, only the most primitive technology would be able to recognize it and decode it.
It had even penetrated the Not - the Supervoid - all of the Plains of the Dimensional Lords - nowhere was safe from that sound - that momentary sound that was so powerful and yet only on the brink of conscious awareness, just barely sensible in the back of the mind for a fraction of the shortest instant and gone before one could so much as recognize that they had felt an unusual sensation at all.
Computer controlled weapons fired off - devastating warheads on hundreds of worlds fired off and brought death on incredible scales. Interplanetary starships and stations malfunctioned - lights went out or flickered - life support shut down and in some cases did not return. Fuses fried, computers overloaded.
Not all the starships, space stations and planets were affected to the same degree - many were left almost completely untouched - but the death toll was nonetheless absolutely staggering.
And yet, other than the destruction caused by haywire weapons and melting nuclear reactors, there was no trace of the cause - no identifiable source - nothing. Nothing at all but the numbers. The numbers in the wake of death and destruction spattered across the Galaxy, only the numbers.
The numbers.
Nothing like it had ever happened in the history of The Galaxy.
It came from nowhere and yet it was everywhere. There was no source, nothing to trace it - it was universal, registering on every technological device, penetrating even the deepest reaches of the Universe. It was all dimensions, all times - a billion, billion places at once and yet existing only as the sound and the sight and the memory. Things began to malfunction - alarms sounded - and above it all was a terrible, roaring white noise. It was akin only to the sound which had been born with the beginning of the Universe itself - deeper than any ear could fathom, higher than possible - thoroughly overwhelming in every sense. Despite the loudness, the deafening bellows of time and space and nothingness - it was silence. Crushing, all-encompassing silence. It was a billion, billion screams echoed from the death throes of those who had been lost to time, body and mind, their remains ashes in the wind, then molecules, then stardust again - the sound of life, stars born in great thundering clashes of chaos and singular lines of pure reasoning. It was impossible.
Visually, it was manifested in the form of numbers - some nonsense code of zeroes and ones that surely could not possibly have meant anything and yet carried with them a cosmic horror, an unnatural, unyielding and unreasoning dread deep within the heart and mind - a jump in breath, a billionth of a second in which mathematics became visions, physics became sensations, thoughts became realitites, madness became universal and then disappeared from whence it had come without the slightest trace that it had ever been there. It was static, noise, chaos in all sensory formats - and yet save for a dull white sound, a mysterious and unplaceable shiver of dread and emptiness - it was gone. It had never happened. Only the faintest record of the sound with its' billions upon billions of layers, of its' infinite and unknowable depth - only the most infinitesimal fraction remained. The numbers, the ones and zeroes, scrolled across every monitor, holographic display, implanted user interface. Text-to-speech programs began droning on, reciting the seemingly endless numbers as if possessed by ghosts. Every advertisement displayed them, scrolling, marching across the screens, interrupting everything - the distorted numbers that went on and on, and then disappeared. It was the same - everywhere.
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͛̎ͥ̊̃ͫͭ̄̈͌͊ͨ̾̆ͨ͟͡͏̥͖̱̭͍0̶̡̛͕͎̜͖̯̣͖̜͖̮̮͕͎̠̦̼̉ͥ͊͌̔͐̊̕͞ͅ1̱͍̩̞̩̹͓̖̻̯̳͈̾ͭ̽ͯ̊̃̎́ͬͮͧ̋̈̎̚͘͟͡0̍̌ͧ̒ͥ͏̶̗̖͔̫̭̳̀͢͡1̵̧͙̮̦̯̮̙̪̟̝̣̯̲̤̬̿̊̈̔̃̒̂͊̽̃̅̓͠0̨̨̻̩͖̪͕̄ͤͣ͊́̚ͅ0͚̟͉̰̤̣̞̮̱̟̉́ͫͬ̌̄̎͡1̵̯̗̥̻̤̘̺͙̱̙͂͑ͣ̈́̿͘ͅͅ1̧̃͛̐̂̂ͫ͛̆͏̶͔̬͎́ͅ ̵͛͒͊̏ͬ̋ͨͧͪͪ̋̋͛̏͏̢̮̜̣͕̘̩̤̱ͅͅ0̴̢̡̬̩̰̟̫͔͍̥̺̯̥̼̦̗̜̋̿͋ͯ͛̐ͣ̎͒ͨ0̵̪̼͇͕͖͔̭̩̗̣̗̤̹̃̀́ͦ͒͐̏͑ͯͦ̂͆ͯͪ̄̐ͧ̍̀́1̶̱̫̝̠̻̥̠̈ͮ̆̈̐͂͟͢ͅ0̡ͨ̀ͮ̀҉̷̢̖̭̫̳̗͉̙͇̗̺̺̩0̛̛͍͓͙̭ͣ͆͋̽̔̈ͩ͛̇̍̕͡0͋ͫ͒ͬ́ͮ҉̳͚͙̜̼̭͇̲͉̘̕̕͡ͅ0̢̺͇̬͚͉̖̥̘̫̙̺̙͎̘̞̯͑ͨͪͥ̀̈̆̈̉͒̐̉͆̇̆̂̑̚0̬͈̺͖̯̘̣̭͖̭̬̪͂̎̈͐ͣ̍̌͑͐̅̉̑̂̎ͭ͟ ̠͇̪̜̻̳͚̜̄̎ͪͧ̅̾̃̀̓̇̕͢͡0̶̬͚̣̾͌ͩ̍̋̑̔̂ͨ̌̐̐̚̕1̸̨̖̳͉̤̖̣̠̺̥̮̖͉ͤͬ̾ͥ̌̿͘0̴̢̛͇̦̫̖̱͚̝͈̠̺̬͚̖̊͌̿̃ͫ̀̊̍̍ͨ̏ͣͦͪ0͛ͫͯͥ̈́͑̍̽̊͏̶̶̧̞̠̞̫̤͓1̥̥̘̞̜̑́̿̐̿ͭ̇ͦͤ͌̀͒͗̉͌ͬ͢͟͟0̇̌͗ͮ̋̔͗̉͏̵̰̪̦͕̫̞̥̞̬̯̫̲͠0̴̀̒̆̊͠͡͝͏̘̥͕̣̝͕̠̘̺̼̟̺̙̭̱ͅ1ͥ̾̋ͨ̊̊ͤ̐͟͏̰̦̗̗͇̠͉̜̯̥̯̝̹̩͢͞ ̶̶͔̟̮͔̣̱̱̩̳̦̙̟͑ͧͩ̎ͣ̈́ͣͬͩ̏͐̾́ͅ
It had come from nowhere, inserted itself into the mind of every sentient being in the Universe, and disappeared, leaving behind only the numbers, distorted with unknown variables, making up some impossible nonsense code. If this strange, numerical language had ever been used, it would have to have been thousands of years before, only the most primitive technology would be able to recognize it and decode it.
It had even penetrated the Not - the Supervoid - all of the Plains of the Dimensional Lords - nowhere was safe from that sound - that momentary sound that was so powerful and yet only on the brink of conscious awareness, just barely sensible in the back of the mind for a fraction of the shortest instant and gone before one could so much as recognize that they had felt an unusual sensation at all.
Computer controlled weapons fired off - devastating warheads on hundreds of worlds fired off and brought death on incredible scales. Interplanetary starships and stations malfunctioned - lights went out or flickered - life support shut down and in some cases did not return. Fuses fried, computers overloaded.
Not all the starships, space stations and planets were affected to the same degree - many were left almost completely untouched - but the death toll was nonetheless absolutely staggering.
And yet, other than the destruction caused by haywire weapons and melting nuclear reactors, there was no trace of the cause - no identifiable source - nothing. Nothing at all but the numbers. The numbers in the wake of death and destruction spattered across the Galaxy, only the numbers.
The numbers.
Aelyn nodded thoughtfully, looking off at some unseen nothingness with those void-black eyes and rubbing idly at his chin. “There doesn’t necessarily need to be a fight.” he said. “If space-time is collapsing, if dimensions are merging together…Is there some way of locating the most significant anomaly in…this universe, and going to it? I have no intention of saving the Galaxy but…I wonder if because Earth has been involved with both of our contradictory tales, and presumably that of…” words drifted off as Aelyn recalled the Kingsbane, which was hovering not far from their relative position in realspace. He recalled the urgent warning from the physicist.
He had instructed Aelyn not to contact him until further notice, but the Captain decided that he had waited long enough – it was time to get things moving. If there was some way to locate the most significant instability in their universe then it would be much easier from realspace.
But before Aeyln could BrainPal™ the order to switch back into realspace, it happened. A subtle feeling of loudness, barely noticeable, an electric feeling of dread in the pit of the stomach and the back of the mind – even he, in his unexplained incorporeality had not been immune to it – which disturbed him almost more than the technological chaos that followed.
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Alarms blared, transit systems within the civilian populated city of Stella malfunctioned, shut down. All power was lost for a fraction of a second. Then the impossible happened – the notdrives were activated and the Stella was forced back into realspace with none of the usual safeguards put in place to make for a smooth transmission. It was a sickening, gut-wrenching feeling without the isolation fields activated. It was vertigo extreme, and nobody on board was immune to it. Even the robots would have been affected some way by the incredible, impossible distortion of inputted data that had come from nothingness and disappeared into unreality.
All over the ship, sirens were blaring, announcements were going out instructing emergency procedures. Rescue crews were being sent out to minimize the civilian damages. It was lucky that none of the core power units had been affected, or none of them would be alive to sorely re-awaken in the mechanics’ hall to hear those sounds.
Dazed, Aelyn and the others stood and were unsteady on their feet. Aelyn flickered.
“What th--UCK was --at?!” he demanded, spinning toward Harkahn, who was clutching at a table and allowing it to support most of his weight while his head stopped spinning.
“I don’t…Idon’tknow. Idon’tknow.” he breathed, shaking his head, feeling blindly around on the table for his glasses and putting them back on his face with shaky hands. The floor had steadied but the vertigo was only beginning to recede. Aelyn’s demand was repeated by several of the others. His BrainPal™ had exploded with incoming messages, alerts, emergency broadcasts – all of which he ignored. Others could handle such matters.
Only looking out one of the porthole-windows of the mechanics’ bay made him realize that they were no longer within the safety of the Not. It was the closest thing to dread that had ever fallen over the pale man’s face as he sprinted to the window – flickering and seeming to jump through space as he moved – to press hands against the glass and look outside.
There was the Kingsbane, dangerously close to a full-on collision. The Stella’s unconventional methods of propulsion did not allow for a hasty or immediate evasive maneuver, but luckily someone on the control deck had realized their imminent collision with the much smaller ship and begun to take countermeasures which would put them drifting slowly in the opposite direction. The Kingsbane was only a fraction of the girth of Stella, but that didn’t mean that the power cores and reactors would prove any less deadly upon impact and meltdown.
Chest heaving, Aelyn put one hand almost clumsily to his ear and demanded again; “Wh-- th- FU-- -ppened?!” but there was no comprehensible response. He whirled to check on how Arsinova and Bravo had reacted – wondering briefly if they’d had something to do with it but dismissing the idea immediately.
Diagnostics were, naturally, running immediately – the transcript of the nonsense code had been copied into simple text format for examination at a later and less chaotic time.
And the dread returned in full force when he realized that Alexia was nowhere to be seen. He looked almost hysterical now, eyes wide and face paler-still than it usually was with stress lines about the cheekbones which made him look at least a couple decades aged. He practically screamed her name, stepping back to where she had been, whirling around, long coat twirling with the movement. Again he called for her with ragged voice and cussed, but the words barely made it to the realm of sound now – he was becoming more visually nonexistent than not now.
Hands trembling, he stumbled as if having been shot to the chest and sat down in one of the chairs that was welded to the floor, shallow breaths as he leaned over and clutched at his head, staring madly at the floor, unable to accept the reality of what had just happened. He was oblivious to all other sensory input now – unresponsive completely in his sudden explosion of hysteria which had him almost gone completely.
Aboard the Kingsbane they would feel the effects of the sudden intrusion with some severity – their systems would go haywire almost uniformly – but the resulting issues would be easier and quicker to fix. There was something about the code that was slightly more receptive in their older, more primitive technology. The majority of the drones previously sent out to scout the planet and deliver the Physicist’s warning would be practically snuffed out of existence, and most of their weapons systems would take a few minutes to get back online.
On Earth IV, the world that was only now recovering from the destruction of Kampfer’s recent arrogation was sent once again into chaos as many of the nuclear warheads which President Eisenglower had warned Kampfer about detonated without authorization, creating great, gaping chasms in the world where cities had once been. Earth City itself would not fall victim to another nuclear explosion, but would instead be decimated by a devastating rain of geostationary satellites as they malfunctioned and went plummeting to the world below. Like great asteroids, the bombardment lasted for some ten minutes, with the ground trembling as each one struck and exploded in great, fiery waves that rippled through the buildings and set the jungle ablaze. The altercation between the Ranger and the mysterious unit would be suddenly interrupted by this new bombardment, as bellowing inferno began to form in a half-moon around the area, threatening to close them in within minutes of the nearby impact from an outburst of fuel from the crashed satellite.
Far off on the Angel Moon, ancient programming was once again set into motion. Great factories and plants which had lay still and dormant for eons came to life and began producing blindly whatever they had been built to produce. Automated systems began pumping away at raw materials, shoveling products into overflowing storage containers. Gigantic security mechs came once more to life, shook and stood, scanning the desolate, abandoned terrain for some unauthorized security breaches. Many of their weapons would be rusted and their limbs decrepit, but they would prove formidable opponents to anyone ‘intruding’ on the planet – it was, after all, not the sort of place someone would usually find themselves visiting accidentally...
He had instructed Aelyn not to contact him until further notice, but the Captain decided that he had waited long enough – it was time to get things moving. If there was some way to locate the most significant instability in their universe then it would be much easier from realspace.
But before Aeyln could BrainPal™ the order to switch back into realspace, it happened. A subtle feeling of loudness, barely noticeable, an electric feeling of dread in the pit of the stomach and the back of the mind – even he, in his unexplained incorporeality had not been immune to it – which disturbed him almost more than the technological chaos that followed.
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Alarms blared, transit systems within the civilian populated city of Stella malfunctioned, shut down. All power was lost for a fraction of a second. Then the impossible happened – the notdrives were activated and the Stella was forced back into realspace with none of the usual safeguards put in place to make for a smooth transmission. It was a sickening, gut-wrenching feeling without the isolation fields activated. It was vertigo extreme, and nobody on board was immune to it. Even the robots would have been affected some way by the incredible, impossible distortion of inputted data that had come from nothingness and disappeared into unreality.
All over the ship, sirens were blaring, announcements were going out instructing emergency procedures. Rescue crews were being sent out to minimize the civilian damages. It was lucky that none of the core power units had been affected, or none of them would be alive to sorely re-awaken in the mechanics’ hall to hear those sounds.
Dazed, Aelyn and the others stood and were unsteady on their feet. Aelyn flickered.
“What th--UCK was --at?!” he demanded, spinning toward Harkahn, who was clutching at a table and allowing it to support most of his weight while his head stopped spinning.
“I don’t…Idon’tknow. Idon’tknow.” he breathed, shaking his head, feeling blindly around on the table for his glasses and putting them back on his face with shaky hands. The floor had steadied but the vertigo was only beginning to recede. Aelyn’s demand was repeated by several of the others. His BrainPal™ had exploded with incoming messages, alerts, emergency broadcasts – all of which he ignored. Others could handle such matters.
Only looking out one of the porthole-windows of the mechanics’ bay made him realize that they were no longer within the safety of the Not. It was the closest thing to dread that had ever fallen over the pale man’s face as he sprinted to the window – flickering and seeming to jump through space as he moved – to press hands against the glass and look outside.
There was the Kingsbane, dangerously close to a full-on collision. The Stella’s unconventional methods of propulsion did not allow for a hasty or immediate evasive maneuver, but luckily someone on the control deck had realized their imminent collision with the much smaller ship and begun to take countermeasures which would put them drifting slowly in the opposite direction. The Kingsbane was only a fraction of the girth of Stella, but that didn’t mean that the power cores and reactors would prove any less deadly upon impact and meltdown.
Chest heaving, Aelyn put one hand almost clumsily to his ear and demanded again; “Wh-- th- FU-- -ppened?!” but there was no comprehensible response. He whirled to check on how Arsinova and Bravo had reacted – wondering briefly if they’d had something to do with it but dismissing the idea immediately.
Diagnostics were, naturally, running immediately – the transcript of the nonsense code had been copied into simple text format for examination at a later and less chaotic time.
And the dread returned in full force when he realized that Alexia was nowhere to be seen. He looked almost hysterical now, eyes wide and face paler-still than it usually was with stress lines about the cheekbones which made him look at least a couple decades aged. He practically screamed her name, stepping back to where she had been, whirling around, long coat twirling with the movement. Again he called for her with ragged voice and cussed, but the words barely made it to the realm of sound now – he was becoming more visually nonexistent than not now.
Hands trembling, he stumbled as if having been shot to the chest and sat down in one of the chairs that was welded to the floor, shallow breaths as he leaned over and clutched at his head, staring madly at the floor, unable to accept the reality of what had just happened. He was oblivious to all other sensory input now – unresponsive completely in his sudden explosion of hysteria which had him almost gone completely.
Aboard the Kingsbane they would feel the effects of the sudden intrusion with some severity – their systems would go haywire almost uniformly – but the resulting issues would be easier and quicker to fix. There was something about the code that was slightly more receptive in their older, more primitive technology. The majority of the drones previously sent out to scout the planet and deliver the Physicist’s warning would be practically snuffed out of existence, and most of their weapons systems would take a few minutes to get back online.
On Earth IV, the world that was only now recovering from the destruction of Kampfer’s recent arrogation was sent once again into chaos as many of the nuclear warheads which President Eisenglower had warned Kampfer about detonated without authorization, creating great, gaping chasms in the world where cities had once been. Earth City itself would not fall victim to another nuclear explosion, but would instead be decimated by a devastating rain of geostationary satellites as they malfunctioned and went plummeting to the world below. Like great asteroids, the bombardment lasted for some ten minutes, with the ground trembling as each one struck and exploded in great, fiery waves that rippled through the buildings and set the jungle ablaze. The altercation between the Ranger and the mysterious unit would be suddenly interrupted by this new bombardment, as bellowing inferno began to form in a half-moon around the area, threatening to close them in within minutes of the nearby impact from an outburst of fuel from the crashed satellite.
Far off on the Angel Moon, ancient programming was once again set into motion. Great factories and plants which had lay still and dormant for eons came to life and began producing blindly whatever they had been built to produce. Automated systems began pumping away at raw materials, shoveling products into overflowing storage containers. Gigantic security mechs came once more to life, shook and stood, scanning the desolate, abandoned terrain for some unauthorized security breaches. Many of their weapons would be rusted and their limbs decrepit, but they would prove formidable opponents to anyone ‘intruding’ on the planet – it was, after all, not the sort of place someone would usually find themselves visiting accidentally...
Leng Tze smiled at last, relaxing visibly now that the situation had been largely defused. He put his hand comfortingly on the jumpy Reltakov’s shoulder, which seemed to help if only slightly, and nodded toward where the stairs ascended to meet the ship bay. The others followed him – Armston gave as polite a nod as she could to the Queen, really trying to not hate her and making decent progress in the endeavor.
“Well I guess you don’t have to worry about killing us all trying to fly that old thing.” Tsuan said to Dallen with a smirk. She shot him an unamused look, but was interrupted by the universal distortion as it brought madness to the world and to the Galaxy.
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The entire facility rumbled, then shook violently. Thundering explosions could be heard from deep below as the ancient fusion reactors detonated. The lights flickered and went out completely, leaving the soldiers and the ice woman in utter, oppressive blackness for what seemed like an hour.
There was the distant sound of crumpling tin foil as hallways and chambers farther down collapsed in on themselves, melted with nuclear fire, sunk beneath the ice, beneath the ocean, into the crust of the world.
It was a miracle that the entire ship bay didn’t cave in – it had been located close enough to the surface to allow for starship entry that it went largely unaffected by the reactor meltdowns deep beneath.
When at last the lights flickered back on, ears gradually stopped ringing and the soldiers began to return to the land of the living, there was a new sound.
Difficult to identify at first, but it was a voice – spoken from a far, distorted terribly, heard as if some lost remnant of a past that never was, another dimension where everything had been different – crossing over, calling to them in ghostly reminiscence and grievous desperation.
“Sąra̛h̕.͜ ̵S͢͜a͞r̶͢a̡͘h̛̕ c̢a̶͞ǹ̷̡ ͜yơú͢͜ ̧̀h͡͠҉e͏̧ar ̷̡̛mé?̛͟ ̵͝S͞a҉̴r͟à͠h̡͠͠!́͞ Į d̸͠ón'̧͜͏t̶͡ ̸̢̛k̢no͏ẃ͢ i̡f ̀t҉h̶͞i̶s͝ ̶͘͞is̨̛ ͢ǵè̸tt̷͘͞i̵̕n̸g͝͡ ̢͠͏t̴̛͟h̷́r͞ou̵̴gḩ͠ ̀͟͠b̡ųt͡ I͠ ҉͟n̕e̶̢͡e̵̡d̶͜ ̵̀y͘͜͜o̧͜u͏ ̧t̨́҉ǫ ͟͞l̴̛͝is͏͠te͝n̶̨ ̀͡t̴͞҉o͘͘ ͡m̧̢e ̷̛-͢ ̶͝Į̀ wò͡ul̸ḑ̡ n̡͟e̶͏v̕er ̢͟ţr̴͠҉y̵͘ ̷t̶o̷̷ ͝ò̕r͏d̕͝e͏̸r̶͜͞ ̡́y̡̕͞ơ̴̢u͟͞͡ ̵̕a͢ro̴͏u̡͠ń̛d̷ u̷n̶l̀͘e̕͠s͏s͏̛ ̡̕i͡t̵ ẃa̢͡s̶҉ ̴͠͡v̷̶i͞͡t̸̨a̧̛l.̸͡͠ ̕T̷͏h̕͞e͏̀ ̸҉facility has taken dama͏ge̷. ̸̴̕I͟ ̨̧̡d͞ó̡̕n͟'̢t̀ k̵̡͝ņow ̵͜i͡f̨́ ̢I̷̧'҉ll̵̢ ͜make it out̕͢ ̴͘b҉u̧̧t ̶̡͡y̴oư̷ hav͡è͟ ̷͝a̸ ͏c͏̨ha̧҉n̡͢ce.͏̵̶ Th̵͘e ̵͞last remaining ship ̧͞in̶ ͏͢t́͢͝he̶̛ ̡̛͜b̨ay̴ ͟͝͝į̨͘s͜ ̶҉f̧u̷ll͞y͢͏ ̧op̷̵e͞r҉̵at̵͠i̵͡o҉̡n͞͠a̧͏͠l͠,̶̧̕ ̨b̡u̴t̶̡͜ ͘ì͟t̵͜'̀͝s̛ ͢l͘o͞c͏́͢k͜͝e̢d̷͜ o̢̕n-͠͏c̡o̷uŕ̸͝s̛e̶̡̨ ҉̴͞t҉̷o̵͡ ̛͠͏Eden.̀ ̴̷͟It́͢͠ m̀͢a҉͡y̕ ͢͟b͏e̵̕͡ ́y̷͟͜o̵u̷r͢ ̶͜ơ̷n͜҉l̷̴y̵ w͢͞a̸y̸͞ o͏͡u̧͢t.̛͞ ̸͟Ǵo͏d̴́ ̕͏Sarah I wish it ̵co̸͢u̧͜͝ld ̶͟h͏av̛͜e̛͞ ̴̢g̀͠o͟n҉̵͠e ̶̶som̶e͏ ͏ot͡h̡͝ȩ͢͠r̢̕͏ ̀͝w̵͢a̴y̵-̧̧̡,̶̸ ̷͡s̕o͠͝m̵̧e̛ ͘͟ò͘t̴he̴͠͏r͡ ̷͢w̴͢a̷y̢̕͟,̧ ̨s͘o͝mę ͠oth͟e̕r̡̡ ̵͝w̢̨͞a̢͡y,҉̀ ͝͏͞s̶̢͝ó̶m͟e͏̕ ̀͜͠ó̷th̡e̷r̴͡ ̴wa͡y̡,̀ s̨̨̢ò̵͠me̴̕҉ o̕t̵̶͠h̵͜e̕͜r̵̕͞ ̸w̕a̷҉y.̢́͡.̷.̧̕.”
The soldiers helped each other to their feet, sorely and dizzily. Dallen had been closest to Cathorine at the time, and in an impressive show of what crisis could do to strained relationships she was the first to help the ice-woman up, standing, hand reaching out.
There was nothing to say – nothing anyone could say. It was an eerie, lightheaded silence, a fog. Their fate had been clearly laid out for them and it had come down to two choices – remain in the collapsing facility until the final meltdown or board the old transport which had been fundamentally locked on-course to some place cryptically called ’Eden’. It was silently unanimous, and in the half-silence of the mind that followed there were the soldiers, all helping each other and the ice-woman make it to that old vessel, clamor aboard. Being one of the first people in and the only one other than Cathorine with at least a cursory knowledge of the old thing, she dove into the cockpit and started the ship. It came silently to life, lifting to hover a few inches off the ground as the last of them boarded.
Distant rumbling explosions and collapses could be heard growing gradually louder as their imminent doom approached.
Dallen pressed on the controls to go, which initiated the forced autopilot and sent the ship spinning slowly until it was facing the great, sliding doors in the high ceiling. They opened slowly – too slowly, as death approached from behind – the stairs they had been on only moments before collapsed in on themselves, and the ship shot out of the dome with all the speed the old stardrive engines could muster, practically riding on the shockwave of the great explosion that finally decimated the remainder of the subarctic base.
As they rose into the stratosphere, comets could be seen falling silently to the planet – colliding in great plumes of bellowing smoke and flame with the cities below like a vision of Armageddon itself.
And then they were in open space. The sickening turbulence of atmospheric transfer passed into the almost deathlike stillness of space travel.
Nobody said a word for a very long time.
“Well I guess you don’t have to worry about killing us all trying to fly that old thing.” Tsuan said to Dallen with a smirk. She shot him an unamused look, but was interrupted by the universal distortion as it brought madness to the world and to the Galaxy.
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The entire facility rumbled, then shook violently. Thundering explosions could be heard from deep below as the ancient fusion reactors detonated. The lights flickered and went out completely, leaving the soldiers and the ice woman in utter, oppressive blackness for what seemed like an hour.
There was the distant sound of crumpling tin foil as hallways and chambers farther down collapsed in on themselves, melted with nuclear fire, sunk beneath the ice, beneath the ocean, into the crust of the world.
It was a miracle that the entire ship bay didn’t cave in – it had been located close enough to the surface to allow for starship entry that it went largely unaffected by the reactor meltdowns deep beneath.
When at last the lights flickered back on, ears gradually stopped ringing and the soldiers began to return to the land of the living, there was a new sound.
Difficult to identify at first, but it was a voice – spoken from a far, distorted terribly, heard as if some lost remnant of a past that never was, another dimension where everything had been different – crossing over, calling to them in ghostly reminiscence and grievous desperation.
“Sąra̛h̕.͜ ̵S͢͜a͞r̶͢a̡͘h̛̕ c̢a̶͞ǹ̷̡ ͜yơú͢͜ ̧̀h͡͠҉e͏̧ar ̷̡̛mé?̛͟ ̵͝S͞a҉̴r͟à͠h̡͠͠!́͞ Į d̸͠ón'̧͜͏t̶͡ ̸̢̛k̢no͏ẃ͢ i̡f ̀t҉h̶͞i̶s͝ ̶͘͞is̨̛ ͢ǵè̸tt̷͘͞i̵̕n̸g͝͡ ̢͠͏t̴̛͟h̷́r͞ou̵̴gḩ͠ ̀͟͠b̡ųt͡ I͠ ҉͟n̕e̶̢͡e̵̡d̶͜ ̵̀y͘͜͜o̧͜u͏ ̧t̨́҉ǫ ͟͞l̴̛͝is͏͠te͝n̶̨ ̀͡t̴͞҉o͘͘ ͡m̧̢e ̷̛-͢ ̶͝Į̀ wò͡ul̸ḑ̡ n̡͟e̶͏v̕er ̢͟ţr̴͠҉y̵͘ ̷t̶o̷̷ ͝ò̕r͏d̕͝e͏̸r̶͜͞ ̡́y̡̕͞ơ̴̢u͟͞͡ ̵̕a͢ro̴͏u̡͠ń̛d̷ u̷n̶l̀͘e̕͠s͏s͏̛ ̡̕i͡t̵ ẃa̢͡s̶҉ ̴͠͡v̷̶i͞͡t̸̨a̧̛l.̸͡͠ ̕T̷͏h̕͞e͏̀ ̸҉facility has taken dama͏ge̷. ̸̴̕I͟ ̨̧̡d͞ó̡̕n͟'̢t̀ k̵̡͝ņow ̵͜i͡f̨́ ̢I̷̧'҉ll̵̢ ͜make it out̕͢ ̴͘b҉u̧̧t ̶̡͡y̴oư̷ hav͡è͟ ̷͝a̸ ͏c͏̨ha̧҉n̡͢ce.͏̵̶ Th̵͘e ̵͞last remaining ship ̧͞in̶ ͏͢t́͢͝he̶̛ ̡̛͜b̨ay̴ ͟͝͝į̨͘s͜ ̶҉f̧u̷ll͞y͢͏ ̧op̷̵e͞r҉̵at̵͠i̵͡o҉̡n͞͠a̧͏͠l͠,̶̧̕ ̨b̡u̴t̶̡͜ ͘ì͟t̵͜'̀͝s̛ ͢l͘o͞c͏́͢k͜͝e̢d̷͜ o̢̕n-͠͏c̡o̷uŕ̸͝s̛e̶̡̨ ҉̴͞t҉̷o̵͡ ̛͠͏Eden.̀ ̴̷͟It́͢͠ m̀͢a҉͡y̕ ͢͟b͏e̵̕͡ ́y̷͟͜o̵u̷r͢ ̶͜ơ̷n͜҉l̷̴y̵ w͢͞a̸y̸͞ o͏͡u̧͢t.̛͞ ̸͟Ǵo͏d̴́ ̕͏Sarah I wish it ̵co̸͢u̧͜͝ld ̶͟h͏av̛͜e̛͞ ̴̢g̀͠o͟n҉̵͠e ̶̶som̶e͏ ͏ot͡h̡͝ȩ͢͠r̢̕͏ ̀͝w̵͢a̴y̵-̧̧̡,̶̸ ̷͡s̕o͠͝m̵̧e̛ ͘͟ò͘t̴he̴͠͏r͡ ̷͢w̴͢a̷y̢̕͟,̧ ̨s͘o͝mę ͠oth͟e̕r̡̡ ̵͝w̢̨͞a̢͡y,҉̀ ͝͏͞s̶̢͝ó̶m͟e͏̕ ̀͜͠ó̷th̡e̷r̴͡ ̴wa͡y̡,̀ s̨̨̢ò̵͠me̴̕҉ o̕t̵̶͠h̵͜e̕͜r̵̕͞ ̸w̕a̷҉y.̢́͡.̷.̧̕.”
The soldiers helped each other to their feet, sorely and dizzily. Dallen had been closest to Cathorine at the time, and in an impressive show of what crisis could do to strained relationships she was the first to help the ice-woman up, standing, hand reaching out.
There was nothing to say – nothing anyone could say. It was an eerie, lightheaded silence, a fog. Their fate had been clearly laid out for them and it had come down to two choices – remain in the collapsing facility until the final meltdown or board the old transport which had been fundamentally locked on-course to some place cryptically called ’Eden’. It was silently unanimous, and in the half-silence of the mind that followed there were the soldiers, all helping each other and the ice-woman make it to that old vessel, clamor aboard. Being one of the first people in and the only one other than Cathorine with at least a cursory knowledge of the old thing, she dove into the cockpit and started the ship. It came silently to life, lifting to hover a few inches off the ground as the last of them boarded.
Distant rumbling explosions and collapses could be heard growing gradually louder as their imminent doom approached.
Dallen pressed on the controls to go, which initiated the forced autopilot and sent the ship spinning slowly until it was facing the great, sliding doors in the high ceiling. They opened slowly – too slowly, as death approached from behind – the stairs they had been on only moments before collapsed in on themselves, and the ship shot out of the dome with all the speed the old stardrive engines could muster, practically riding on the shockwave of the great explosion that finally decimated the remainder of the subarctic base.
As they rose into the stratosphere, comets could be seen falling silently to the planet – colliding in great plumes of bellowing smoke and flame with the cities below like a vision of Armageddon itself.
And then they were in open space. The sickening turbulence of atmospheric transfer passed into the almost deathlike stillness of space travel.
Nobody said a word for a very long time.
Royanna stood behind Christofer, holding reassuringly onto his shoulders. This person-to-person contact was gradually becoming easier the less she actively thought about it. It was a good feeling, even if she could not pinpoint exactly where it had originated or why it was sticking around – she wasn’t complaining.
“Like I said Toffi, nothing has changed – there’s just a lot more going on out there – out here – than anyone on your planet knew. They had no reason to suspect that any of this was going on. I know it’s frightening, kid, but-“
Words were interrupted by a chirp on her wrist-thing. It was the message reporting that the passenger shuttlecraft had been successfully docked at the auxiliary exit from the observation deck, with the added bonus that their clothing – previously taken for washing and repairing – had been left aboard for them. Roya was happy that she would be able to get her coat back, and she figured that having his own clothing might help the boy get accustomed to knowingly setting foot upon a new planet for the first time. Something familiar always helped.
She continued after a moment. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, and I promise if anything bad does happen I’ll keep you safe…But there’s no reason t-“
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Far in the northern hemisphere of Ardella, there appeared amidst the whites and greys a sudden blossom of brilliant orange and red, melting into black as it spread out from its’ point of origin. It seemed so small from here, so insignificant. Even when two, then three more appeared, blossomed like beautiful spring flowers and faded into smudges of charcoal in the sky – it seemed like nothing.
But they sent a distinct chill down Royana’s spine, and she tensed.
Then there was the feeling – very subtle, almost unnoticeable, not unlike the brief moment felt during the skip earlier – nothing to panic over. All of the monitors which were displaying the zeroes and ones, all the technology which was reacting poorly and unpredictably was below in the command deck or down there on the surface, or in the orbital stations or…
“We need to go.” Kallenger said suddenly, urgently and gravely. “Now.”
A small detail, just another little thing moving in the periphery of the planet, like those hundreds of little ships and transports and stations – but Royanna had seen it.
Abruptly Royanna grabbed onto Christofer’s wrist and took sprinting across the room, toward the solid wall and the two doors thereupon that were opposite the extraordinary view of the great marble before them.
It seemed to happen in slow motion – for Roya the trek across that great dome seemed like an eternity. A glance backward might have brought to light just a glimpse of what had her so suddenly panicked – some insignificant object had come moving slowly toward them – a small grey speck that was ever-so-gradually growing larger as it approached.
Presently they made it to the other end of the room, Kallenger in her desperation practically slamming herself into it, but having little trouble opening it, shoving Christofer through the small chamber of similar glass between the cataloguer’s observation deck and the passenger shuttle that made one feel as if they were standing out in open space on the surface of the big starship itself.
But there was no time to enjoy – or be terrified by – the unique perspective – Kallenger shoved him through the second door, onto the carpeted floor of the passenger shuttle. Granted, it was also domed with glass – seats lined around the edge of the cabin where passengers had an almost three hundred and sixty degree view of space around them. There was a smaller window in the floor toward the front, and the overall shape of it was not unlike a hump-backed slug. Their clothing was stacked neatly on one of the seats.
Moving as fast as she possibly could, Royanna leaped into the pilots’ seat, slammed the thing into operation and fired the propulsion without even bothering to disconnect the umbilical connector – it broke off outside the now sealed inner door of the passenger shuttle and could be seen floating off, bouncing off some other protrusion in the ship’s outer hull and then into space. It was a curious movement, in non-gravity – but dwarfed by the strangeness of the ship as it fell away from them, moved around them – a similar sensation to standing on the observation deck, given the lack of the feeling of motion combined with the overwhelming appearance of motion.
Slamming on the controls, Royanna moved the shuttle as far off as she could.
A satellite had come from nowhere – approximately the same size as the observation deck itself – the insignificant object which might have been glimpsed on the way out. It was massive in perspective now, and colliding in utter silence with the glass dome where the observation deck had been.
The whole huge, sleep cataloguer tilted with the impact – everything happened in slow-motion and utter silence – shards of glass and ship and bodies went scattering into the blackness of space. It would be only a matter of seconds before the entire front end of the ship, mostly consisting of the command deck where Captain Perry had been last seen, imploded, then expanded in all directions – but there would only be the slightest glimpse of that atrocity before Kallenger tilted the smaller ship away, barely dodging one of the pieces of debris.
From there it was a gut-wrenching dive through space – narrowly avoiding collision and death at every sharp turn – no physical sensation, only the increasing roar of the propulsion engines as they strained to do what the pilot was pushing them to do. More blossoms of red-orange opened up around them, here and there – and suddenly the craft began to rumble and roar, and the view became fogged. The glass opacified to something like sunglasses as the craft entered atmosphere and the friction between ship and ozone began. It was an overwhelming loudness, but Kallenger could just barely be heard over it.
“Christofer! Christofer! Blue dial! Turn that blue dial to my right! Now!”
IF he did by some miracle manage to stand against the rapidly increasing force of gravity and tilting, whirling of clumsy emergency atmospheric breakthrough, the ship would lurch one final time and then all sensation of movement would again be lost – all the deafening roar silenced and the ride seemingly smooth through the opacified, shaded windows. If he was unable to get to it, it would be a much rougher landing.
Really it would be a rough landing either way – only slightly less so if he had managed to get the dial – a miscalculation on Kallenger’s part as to the importance of activating the en-atmos gravitational compensators.
The passenger shuttle came to an abrupt stop, lurching one last time as it landed on the metal pad. The windows stayed shaded and obscured their surroundings, except for where the effect was weakened at the apex of the inner dome. That was where Kallenger was looking now, breathing heavily and hands trembling as little stars appeared and winked out in the sky. The night sky, as it seemed from the shaded interior of the shuttle – the stars dimly red in their subdued brilliance. One of those stars, she knew, was the cataloguer.
Stunned into numbness, she tried to stand but only tripped and fell – probably right onto, or colliding with Christofer. From there she would sit on the floor and stare forward and down, trying to regain her composure before she could hope to help Christofer with his.
After a moment, she tried to speak, but had lost her voice and the words came out as half-uttered sounds, breaking into nothing almost immediately. She tried again, forcing the words out in the stunned numbness of it all.
“A..are you okay?” she uttered quietly, showing an as-of-yet unprecedented sum of fear, however much she loathed it. If there was no response within a few prompt seconds, she would snap to what attention she could muster and repeat more urgently “Christofer?”
“Like I said Toffi, nothing has changed – there’s just a lot more going on out there – out here – than anyone on your planet knew. They had no reason to suspect that any of this was going on. I know it’s frightening, kid, but-“
Words were interrupted by a chirp on her wrist-thing. It was the message reporting that the passenger shuttlecraft had been successfully docked at the auxiliary exit from the observation deck, with the added bonus that their clothing – previously taken for washing and repairing – had been left aboard for them. Roya was happy that she would be able to get her coat back, and she figured that having his own clothing might help the boy get accustomed to knowingly setting foot upon a new planet for the first time. Something familiar always helped.
She continued after a moment. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, and I promise if anything bad does happen I’ll keep you safe…But there’s no reason t-“
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Far in the northern hemisphere of Ardella, there appeared amidst the whites and greys a sudden blossom of brilliant orange and red, melting into black as it spread out from its’ point of origin. It seemed so small from here, so insignificant. Even when two, then three more appeared, blossomed like beautiful spring flowers and faded into smudges of charcoal in the sky – it seemed like nothing.
But they sent a distinct chill down Royana’s spine, and she tensed.
Then there was the feeling – very subtle, almost unnoticeable, not unlike the brief moment felt during the skip earlier – nothing to panic over. All of the monitors which were displaying the zeroes and ones, all the technology which was reacting poorly and unpredictably was below in the command deck or down there on the surface, or in the orbital stations or…
“We need to go.” Kallenger said suddenly, urgently and gravely. “Now.”
A small detail, just another little thing moving in the periphery of the planet, like those hundreds of little ships and transports and stations – but Royanna had seen it.
Abruptly Royanna grabbed onto Christofer’s wrist and took sprinting across the room, toward the solid wall and the two doors thereupon that were opposite the extraordinary view of the great marble before them.
It seemed to happen in slow motion – for Roya the trek across that great dome seemed like an eternity. A glance backward might have brought to light just a glimpse of what had her so suddenly panicked – some insignificant object had come moving slowly toward them – a small grey speck that was ever-so-gradually growing larger as it approached.
Presently they made it to the other end of the room, Kallenger in her desperation practically slamming herself into it, but having little trouble opening it, shoving Christofer through the small chamber of similar glass between the cataloguer’s observation deck and the passenger shuttle that made one feel as if they were standing out in open space on the surface of the big starship itself.
But there was no time to enjoy – or be terrified by – the unique perspective – Kallenger shoved him through the second door, onto the carpeted floor of the passenger shuttle. Granted, it was also domed with glass – seats lined around the edge of the cabin where passengers had an almost three hundred and sixty degree view of space around them. There was a smaller window in the floor toward the front, and the overall shape of it was not unlike a hump-backed slug. Their clothing was stacked neatly on one of the seats.
Moving as fast as she possibly could, Royanna leaped into the pilots’ seat, slammed the thing into operation and fired the propulsion without even bothering to disconnect the umbilical connector – it broke off outside the now sealed inner door of the passenger shuttle and could be seen floating off, bouncing off some other protrusion in the ship’s outer hull and then into space. It was a curious movement, in non-gravity – but dwarfed by the strangeness of the ship as it fell away from them, moved around them – a similar sensation to standing on the observation deck, given the lack of the feeling of motion combined with the overwhelming appearance of motion.
Slamming on the controls, Royanna moved the shuttle as far off as she could.
A satellite had come from nowhere – approximately the same size as the observation deck itself – the insignificant object which might have been glimpsed on the way out. It was massive in perspective now, and colliding in utter silence with the glass dome where the observation deck had been.
The whole huge, sleep cataloguer tilted with the impact – everything happened in slow-motion and utter silence – shards of glass and ship and bodies went scattering into the blackness of space. It would be only a matter of seconds before the entire front end of the ship, mostly consisting of the command deck where Captain Perry had been last seen, imploded, then expanded in all directions – but there would only be the slightest glimpse of that atrocity before Kallenger tilted the smaller ship away, barely dodging one of the pieces of debris.
From there it was a gut-wrenching dive through space – narrowly avoiding collision and death at every sharp turn – no physical sensation, only the increasing roar of the propulsion engines as they strained to do what the pilot was pushing them to do. More blossoms of red-orange opened up around them, here and there – and suddenly the craft began to rumble and roar, and the view became fogged. The glass opacified to something like sunglasses as the craft entered atmosphere and the friction between ship and ozone began. It was an overwhelming loudness, but Kallenger could just barely be heard over it.
“Christofer! Christofer! Blue dial! Turn that blue dial to my right! Now!”
IF he did by some miracle manage to stand against the rapidly increasing force of gravity and tilting, whirling of clumsy emergency atmospheric breakthrough, the ship would lurch one final time and then all sensation of movement would again be lost – all the deafening roar silenced and the ride seemingly smooth through the opacified, shaded windows. If he was unable to get to it, it would be a much rougher landing.
Really it would be a rough landing either way – only slightly less so if he had managed to get the dial – a miscalculation on Kallenger’s part as to the importance of activating the en-atmos gravitational compensators.
The passenger shuttle came to an abrupt stop, lurching one last time as it landed on the metal pad. The windows stayed shaded and obscured their surroundings, except for where the effect was weakened at the apex of the inner dome. That was where Kallenger was looking now, breathing heavily and hands trembling as little stars appeared and winked out in the sky. The night sky, as it seemed from the shaded interior of the shuttle – the stars dimly red in their subdued brilliance. One of those stars, she knew, was the cataloguer.
Stunned into numbness, she tried to stand but only tripped and fell – probably right onto, or colliding with Christofer. From there she would sit on the floor and stare forward and down, trying to regain her composure before she could hope to help Christofer with his.
After a moment, she tried to speak, but had lost her voice and the words came out as half-uttered sounds, breaking into nothing almost immediately. She tried again, forcing the words out in the stunned numbness of it all.
“A..are you okay?” she uttered quietly, showing an as-of-yet unprecedented sum of fear, however much she loathed it. If there was no response within a few prompt seconds, she would snap to what attention she could muster and repeat more urgently “Christofer?”
He stumbled, surprised by the robot thing’s apparent protectivity over him – clearly disturbed by the narrow-eyed look he was given following – it was humorous how a telepath could be so very oblivious to peoples’ feelings about him, could so easily misread expressions. For all his intimacy with the mind both organic and artificial he understood remarkably and disturbingly little.
But then the robot was gone – it was little comfort to Ketin, who was now desperately looking for its’ eyes in his head and failing to find them. He was sweating, he realized – only a little – but why What was so urgent that he felt he absolutely needed to speak to Nirix about as soon as possible that would put him this excessively on-edge?
Kampfer had appeared now, while Kete had been too busy frantically searching his mind and the minds around him to no avail. In fact, Kampfer’s appearance startled Kete – strange, since he had been staring right at him as he approached – but then, the Lord-Scientist knew how Kete’s eyes worked – if he was very preoccupied with something else his actual eyes would fail entirely to see what was right in front of them. It was a rare occurrence however, since he was usually so much more alert than he seemed.
Kete only wished he could place what was bothering him so much. It wasn’t entirely the robot, he was certain of that now that Kampfer had revealed it to be a friendly escort and not some rogue bounty-hunter come back to haunt its creator and his friends. He was relieved when the offer – the insistence – to get moving was presented. With some fervor he grabbed Nirix’s hand with a firm, almost vice grip and tugged her along after him as he stepped hastily along behind Kampfer. He hadn’t said a word.
There was something special about the eye – something unique about it among other technological marvels of similar stature – something about where the technology had actually come from. There was so much more to it than merely the genius invention of one brilliant, but long-dead scientist. Something that had, it seemed continued to elude Grimlock Kampfer since the very beginning. What reason would he have had to find it? Or was it so well hidden, with such deep and terrifying implications…
“H-hey Ny’, can I…Can I ask you something?” Kete said lowly – and his voice was small. Very small – timid, frightened, afraid of what the answer might be to the question he felt so strongly the need to ask that he would do so now, even as they were hastily walking behind Kampfer. He leaned in a little as he spoke, looking up at Nirix with big, uncertain, almost reticent eyes. He gave only a brief pause for her to answer whether or not he could ask the question. He continued, voice breaking slightly with both quiet, suppressed urgency and intimate trepidation of the potential answer.
“N-Ny’, do you –“
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Something hit him, like he had been smacked on the back of the neck with something sharp. They had been just about to cross the threshold into the ship which would have taken them off the station. For a fraction of a second, his hand tightened still on Nirix’s – and then, without warning he gave it a sharp jerk and heaved the Eoclu woman forward. Simultaneously, seeming to act more out of instinct and light-headed, blurry necessity than anything, he half-spun, giving her a solid shove with his shoulder so that she would continue to stumble forward – it also gave him the valuable half-second he needed to slip her handgun from the holster at her hip. It was, again, a masterful example of the extensive military and field training he had experienced, so very contrasting with the boy who had only seconds prior been looking so shyly up at the woman.
Above the trio had been looming, seemingly as a stationary object, an enormous starfreighter. It did not create a shadow for the lights on the underside compensated for the overwhelming size of the thing – Kampfer’s station was truly gigantic. It should have gone completely unnoticed, just lazily drifting through the massive airlock doors, then allowing them to close behind and transfer the vessel into the void of space.
But the strangeness had affect it as randomly as it had affected a number of other vessels – and as randomly as it had completely failed to affect others, with no rhyme or reason. It had been a silent failure – but Kete could feel as the engines died. The machines were, like the rest of the universe around him, part of the living and breathing organism ever-present in his mind. It was as if a heart had stopped beating.
It hit Kampfer only the merest fraction of a second after it hit Kete, but it was a drastically, almost incomprehensibly different sensation. It had been something intimate in Kete’s mind, a strangeness which had invaded him personally and gone absolutely haywire – but for Kampfer it would manifest indirectly – through thousands upon thousands of error messages and notifications and emergency hails from hundreds of his stations, worlds, bases, all over the Galaxy, all at once. An entire Empire was relaying the report of every simultaneious malfunction directly through his Battle Net – it had infiltrated the Battle Net! – The artificial intelligence which controlled the Battle Network would feel the strangeness closer to as Kete did – an invasive, alien sensation which had unpredictable effects, which would require a great deal of immediate effort to repel. For that infinitesimal moment, the AI would be entirely preoccupied with repelling the impossible, alien invasion. That moment would be all it took for every bit of information intended to relay through her to instead be redirected to the next most logical source – Kampfer.
Naturally this would take Kampfer by intense surprise, allowing for the minute distraction Kete needed to shove Nirix into him and send them both stumbling into the entryway of the ship. The AI would have no trouble disposing of the strangeness, and it would not return – but even she would have been unable to trace the source. It had infiltrated the Battle Network, appeared on all of the Dimensional Planes, making itself known to all the Dimensional Lords and similarly wreaking havoc on their systems in unpredictable and initially indefensible ways before being repelled a second later – but a second was lifetimes in terms of computers this advanced.
Nirix would be shoved rather forcibly into Kampfer – the two of them would be callously pushed into the ship while he retreated with the assassin’s silenced handgun. Were he at the top of his game, his attempt to slam shut the ramp bulkhead and lock them inside would have gone well enough, but as he leaped back down the ramp his fingers missed the hold which would allow him to fling the bulkhead shut, resulting merely in an faltering misstep that sent him spilling onto the floor.
But the mishap was not enough to keep him from doing what he was half-planning, half-blindly trying to accomplish. Again with the long-familiar hands of a trained user, he flicked the safety off, cocked the gun and fired five rounds from his less-than-ideal position on the floor. He had fired up, and to the right, bullets landing in the heavy vacuum tubes which emerged from the highest point of the wall and again into the massive airlock doors which would allow the largest of starships capable of docking in the station to transfer into space. There was a sonic sound as the intense pressure within the tubes was released with the penetrating bullets – the heavy airlock doors which began to retract, opening the hangar to the void of space.
It was in the same second that alarms began blaring all throughout the station, red lights flashing, indicating a breach in the hull. Auto-repair should have closed the bullet holes within seconds, but something had stopped it from operating at full capacity and the doors had seemingly jammed in the open position. The great starfreighter made its’ malfunction known now – a horrific, screaming metallic sound as it drifted slowly, slowly downward, as the airlock doors were again activated and tried to close on it, trapping it there, jamming the doors, a vice-grip of shrieking metal on metal as it slid down, at last stopped, tilted. The rear end of the gigantic ship crashed slowly, but with colossal power, the magnitude violently shaking the deck of the station shipyard, the floor crumbling inward with the mass like tin-foil – but luckily it was a highly advanced station, and the material would allow for the distortion without letting the hull be punctured or breached. Instead it resulted in the ship, jammed in the airlock door, half-burying itself in the crumpled shipyard floor.
In chorus, there had been a thundering explosion as fuel reserves gave way and ignited. Debris from one of the larger cargo skiffs overhead which had been docked at an aerial platform rained down upon the ship that Kampfer and Nirix had been shoved into crashing intensely around it, only barely missing the usually agile Ketin who was now flailing about in a wild attempt to get to his feet among the trembling and roaring.
His motives became clear however, when the flames erupted from the fuel reserves, only to be immediately sucked into the vacuum of space due to the ship-jammed airlock doors. In some incredible luck, the outer airlock doors shut only after the majority of the blaze had been vaulted into the blackness.
There were still flames, there was still chaos. Debris continued to rain intermittently for some time before at last trickling to a halt. Casualties had not been avoided entirely either – a smaller passenger vessel with a sizable load of human fare was engulfed in the firestorm as it vortexed out to dispersal and the contents were rapidly cooked alive as the smaller ship spun out of control and landed in a fiery burst among a stack of shipping crates. There were a number of Z-Bot casualties as well, largely from falling debris, some from the impact of the starfreighter. Nirix and Kampfer had only narrowly avoided death or serious injury from one of the smaller fuel containers, propelled down from the starfreighter and impacting the other ship’s ramp with some harshness. Kete himself had been lucky that he stumbled, allowing it to roll down the ramp, past him, and to a lazy stop some yards away instead of crushing all three of them together.
The chaos subsided – Kampfer’s Battle Network AI would regain control almost instantaneously and again re-direct the madness invading Kampfer’s implant to where it could be properly dealt with. The alarms would continue, systems would begin recovery operations, putting out the fires and tending to wounded – and luckily the majority of the station would go largely untouched by the madness, save for rolling blackouts.
Though Kete was not doing so well, having been repeatedly knocked back to the floor with the tremors of falling detritus. It was all he could do to cling to the side of the ramp for dear life, eyes closed tightly and hoping dearly that someone would rescue him before some errant object or remnant of fiery death came down upon him. Almost strange, how he did not have the sort of expression that the ‘hero’ of an action movie might have shared in a moment of peril. The kid looked absolutely terrified, and it was a blatant fear – the fear of imminent demise due to very realistically dangerous circumstances…
And then it was over.
The signal faded from existence as quickly as it had come. No more malfunctions would occur – fires would still burn from malfunctions that had been engaged during those critical couple of seconds, but other than the damage that had already been cause nothing more would be added – it was as if it had all been caused by nothing at all.
There residual effects of course – a whole plethora of independent planets and systems all assumed that it had been a localized attack and proceeded with threatening war on other independent planets and systems. It would be some minutes before the Galaxy began to realize that whatever had happened had happened to all of them – and nobody could even hope to take credit for it.
All bands of communication were crowded to the point of virtual uselessness – emergency broadcasts, newscasts, relays – the conspiracy theorists had gotten started already – it would be a long time before things would be back to normal. Not every inch of every planet had experienced cataclysm, but most planets had been subject to at least one major disaster. Some had gone untouched but for radio interference – on one world, a video gaming server went down and resulted in the death of a long hunted planetside terrorist. Some people became instant quadrillionaires. Many systems would experience economic booms to send them into decades of prosperity. A very few planets would go completely devastated and be wiped almost clean of life. Not every nuclear warhead in the Galaxy went off – a relative few, actually – but some did, and some was all it took. Most systems would be stable again within the hour following the impossible pulse.
It was not a crisis from which recovery would be impossible. On the whole, some 30% of the Galaxy would be seriously affected by it, spattered bits of chaos here and there that would die down quickly, the occasional planetary devastation – it meant the 70% of the Galaxy would view the incident as something in the news – the kind of disconnected disaster that was on the news, that people asked for donations to support the recovery from. In fact, the vast majority of individuals in the Galaxy as a whole would have no idea that a Galactic crisis had erupted. The equivalent of localized natural disasters over a span of many worlds.
But still, it had been a Hell of a couple seconds.
But then the robot was gone – it was little comfort to Ketin, who was now desperately looking for its’ eyes in his head and failing to find them. He was sweating, he realized – only a little – but why What was so urgent that he felt he absolutely needed to speak to Nirix about as soon as possible that would put him this excessively on-edge?
Kampfer had appeared now, while Kete had been too busy frantically searching his mind and the minds around him to no avail. In fact, Kampfer’s appearance startled Kete – strange, since he had been staring right at him as he approached – but then, the Lord-Scientist knew how Kete’s eyes worked – if he was very preoccupied with something else his actual eyes would fail entirely to see what was right in front of them. It was a rare occurrence however, since he was usually so much more alert than he seemed.
Kete only wished he could place what was bothering him so much. It wasn’t entirely the robot, he was certain of that now that Kampfer had revealed it to be a friendly escort and not some rogue bounty-hunter come back to haunt its creator and his friends. He was relieved when the offer – the insistence – to get moving was presented. With some fervor he grabbed Nirix’s hand with a firm, almost vice grip and tugged her along after him as he stepped hastily along behind Kampfer. He hadn’t said a word.
There was something special about the eye – something unique about it among other technological marvels of similar stature – something about where the technology had actually come from. There was so much more to it than merely the genius invention of one brilliant, but long-dead scientist. Something that had, it seemed continued to elude Grimlock Kampfer since the very beginning. What reason would he have had to find it? Or was it so well hidden, with such deep and terrifying implications…
“H-hey Ny’, can I…Can I ask you something?” Kete said lowly – and his voice was small. Very small – timid, frightened, afraid of what the answer might be to the question he felt so strongly the need to ask that he would do so now, even as they were hastily walking behind Kampfer. He leaned in a little as he spoke, looking up at Nirix with big, uncertain, almost reticent eyes. He gave only a brief pause for her to answer whether or not he could ask the question. He continued, voice breaking slightly with both quiet, suppressed urgency and intimate trepidation of the potential answer.
“N-Ny’, do you –“
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Something hit him, like he had been smacked on the back of the neck with something sharp. They had been just about to cross the threshold into the ship which would have taken them off the station. For a fraction of a second, his hand tightened still on Nirix’s – and then, without warning he gave it a sharp jerk and heaved the Eoclu woman forward. Simultaneously, seeming to act more out of instinct and light-headed, blurry necessity than anything, he half-spun, giving her a solid shove with his shoulder so that she would continue to stumble forward – it also gave him the valuable half-second he needed to slip her handgun from the holster at her hip. It was, again, a masterful example of the extensive military and field training he had experienced, so very contrasting with the boy who had only seconds prior been looking so shyly up at the woman.
Above the trio had been looming, seemingly as a stationary object, an enormous starfreighter. It did not create a shadow for the lights on the underside compensated for the overwhelming size of the thing – Kampfer’s station was truly gigantic. It should have gone completely unnoticed, just lazily drifting through the massive airlock doors, then allowing them to close behind and transfer the vessel into the void of space.
But the strangeness had affect it as randomly as it had affected a number of other vessels – and as randomly as it had completely failed to affect others, with no rhyme or reason. It had been a silent failure – but Kete could feel as the engines died. The machines were, like the rest of the universe around him, part of the living and breathing organism ever-present in his mind. It was as if a heart had stopped beating.
It hit Kampfer only the merest fraction of a second after it hit Kete, but it was a drastically, almost incomprehensibly different sensation. It had been something intimate in Kete’s mind, a strangeness which had invaded him personally and gone absolutely haywire – but for Kampfer it would manifest indirectly – through thousands upon thousands of error messages and notifications and emergency hails from hundreds of his stations, worlds, bases, all over the Galaxy, all at once. An entire Empire was relaying the report of every simultaneious malfunction directly through his Battle Net – it had infiltrated the Battle Net! – The artificial intelligence which controlled the Battle Network would feel the strangeness closer to as Kete did – an invasive, alien sensation which had unpredictable effects, which would require a great deal of immediate effort to repel. For that infinitesimal moment, the AI would be entirely preoccupied with repelling the impossible, alien invasion. That moment would be all it took for every bit of information intended to relay through her to instead be redirected to the next most logical source – Kampfer.
Naturally this would take Kampfer by intense surprise, allowing for the minute distraction Kete needed to shove Nirix into him and send them both stumbling into the entryway of the ship. The AI would have no trouble disposing of the strangeness, and it would not return – but even she would have been unable to trace the source. It had infiltrated the Battle Network, appeared on all of the Dimensional Planes, making itself known to all the Dimensional Lords and similarly wreaking havoc on their systems in unpredictable and initially indefensible ways before being repelled a second later – but a second was lifetimes in terms of computers this advanced.
Nirix would be shoved rather forcibly into Kampfer – the two of them would be callously pushed into the ship while he retreated with the assassin’s silenced handgun. Were he at the top of his game, his attempt to slam shut the ramp bulkhead and lock them inside would have gone well enough, but as he leaped back down the ramp his fingers missed the hold which would allow him to fling the bulkhead shut, resulting merely in an faltering misstep that sent him spilling onto the floor.
But the mishap was not enough to keep him from doing what he was half-planning, half-blindly trying to accomplish. Again with the long-familiar hands of a trained user, he flicked the safety off, cocked the gun and fired five rounds from his less-than-ideal position on the floor. He had fired up, and to the right, bullets landing in the heavy vacuum tubes which emerged from the highest point of the wall and again into the massive airlock doors which would allow the largest of starships capable of docking in the station to transfer into space. There was a sonic sound as the intense pressure within the tubes was released with the penetrating bullets – the heavy airlock doors which began to retract, opening the hangar to the void of space.
It was in the same second that alarms began blaring all throughout the station, red lights flashing, indicating a breach in the hull. Auto-repair should have closed the bullet holes within seconds, but something had stopped it from operating at full capacity and the doors had seemingly jammed in the open position. The great starfreighter made its’ malfunction known now – a horrific, screaming metallic sound as it drifted slowly, slowly downward, as the airlock doors were again activated and tried to close on it, trapping it there, jamming the doors, a vice-grip of shrieking metal on metal as it slid down, at last stopped, tilted. The rear end of the gigantic ship crashed slowly, but with colossal power, the magnitude violently shaking the deck of the station shipyard, the floor crumbling inward with the mass like tin-foil – but luckily it was a highly advanced station, and the material would allow for the distortion without letting the hull be punctured or breached. Instead it resulted in the ship, jammed in the airlock door, half-burying itself in the crumpled shipyard floor.
In chorus, there had been a thundering explosion as fuel reserves gave way and ignited. Debris from one of the larger cargo skiffs overhead which had been docked at an aerial platform rained down upon the ship that Kampfer and Nirix had been shoved into crashing intensely around it, only barely missing the usually agile Ketin who was now flailing about in a wild attempt to get to his feet among the trembling and roaring.
His motives became clear however, when the flames erupted from the fuel reserves, only to be immediately sucked into the vacuum of space due to the ship-jammed airlock doors. In some incredible luck, the outer airlock doors shut only after the majority of the blaze had been vaulted into the blackness.
There were still flames, there was still chaos. Debris continued to rain intermittently for some time before at last trickling to a halt. Casualties had not been avoided entirely either – a smaller passenger vessel with a sizable load of human fare was engulfed in the firestorm as it vortexed out to dispersal and the contents were rapidly cooked alive as the smaller ship spun out of control and landed in a fiery burst among a stack of shipping crates. There were a number of Z-Bot casualties as well, largely from falling debris, some from the impact of the starfreighter. Nirix and Kampfer had only narrowly avoided death or serious injury from one of the smaller fuel containers, propelled down from the starfreighter and impacting the other ship’s ramp with some harshness. Kete himself had been lucky that he stumbled, allowing it to roll down the ramp, past him, and to a lazy stop some yards away instead of crushing all three of them together.
The chaos subsided – Kampfer’s Battle Network AI would regain control almost instantaneously and again re-direct the madness invading Kampfer’s implant to where it could be properly dealt with. The alarms would continue, systems would begin recovery operations, putting out the fires and tending to wounded – and luckily the majority of the station would go largely untouched by the madness, save for rolling blackouts.
Though Kete was not doing so well, having been repeatedly knocked back to the floor with the tremors of falling detritus. It was all he could do to cling to the side of the ramp for dear life, eyes closed tightly and hoping dearly that someone would rescue him before some errant object or remnant of fiery death came down upon him. Almost strange, how he did not have the sort of expression that the ‘hero’ of an action movie might have shared in a moment of peril. The kid looked absolutely terrified, and it was a blatant fear – the fear of imminent demise due to very realistically dangerous circumstances…
And then it was over.
The signal faded from existence as quickly as it had come. No more malfunctions would occur – fires would still burn from malfunctions that had been engaged during those critical couple of seconds, but other than the damage that had already been cause nothing more would be added – it was as if it had all been caused by nothing at all.
There residual effects of course – a whole plethora of independent planets and systems all assumed that it had been a localized attack and proceeded with threatening war on other independent planets and systems. It would be some minutes before the Galaxy began to realize that whatever had happened had happened to all of them – and nobody could even hope to take credit for it.
All bands of communication were crowded to the point of virtual uselessness – emergency broadcasts, newscasts, relays – the conspiracy theorists had gotten started already – it would be a long time before things would be back to normal. Not every inch of every planet had experienced cataclysm, but most planets had been subject to at least one major disaster. Some had gone untouched but for radio interference – on one world, a video gaming server went down and resulted in the death of a long hunted planetside terrorist. Some people became instant quadrillionaires. Many systems would experience economic booms to send them into decades of prosperity. A very few planets would go completely devastated and be wiped almost clean of life. Not every nuclear warhead in the Galaxy went off – a relative few, actually – but some did, and some was all it took. Most systems would be stable again within the hour following the impossible pulse.
It was not a crisis from which recovery would be impossible. On the whole, some 30% of the Galaxy would be seriously affected by it, spattered bits of chaos here and there that would die down quickly, the occasional planetary devastation – it meant the 70% of the Galaxy would view the incident as something in the news – the kind of disconnected disaster that was on the news, that people asked for donations to support the recovery from. In fact, the vast majority of individuals in the Galaxy as a whole would have no idea that a Galactic crisis had erupted. The equivalent of localized natural disasters over a span of many worlds.
But still, it had been a Hell of a couple seconds.
This attack certainly took Kampfer and his forces by surprise, but the AI was prepared for such an attack that just over loads the system, but not this intensely though. With all this information with a very small number of bases going nuclear and over loading Kampfer's head with information, Zetta decided to do what was best and basically purged the entire BattleNetwork and activated the emergency BattleNetwork that copied the information from the original but wasn't exactly connected to the entire system. Once the emergency came on, it relieved Kampfer and Zetta with all the over flow of information from the other stations and organized them. With all this happening, Kampfer slightly suffered a really migraine from it and when it finished he realized he was in the ship with Nirix, obliviously Ketin pushed them and in closed the door. He opened it and saw the total devastation of the his Space station. He was definitely mad, but saw this an opportunity. For Kampfer, when he would build empires throughout the other galaxies, he would actually get bored in running them, since they take so much time away from the operating table and decides to disband his empire and just have a at least a couple bases throughout the galaxy. With the emergency BattleNetwork up, he gave a go to "Operation Firestorm" which would dismantle his empire, what appears to be in chaos and falling in between peoples eye, but in reality its an orderly retreat back into the Dimensional realm of technology and only about 1% of entire army remains at the current galaxy. So instead of dealing with the aftermath, Glades and Arthur and a few others can just focus on coordinating various retreats as they transfer themselves to a top secret plant base.
No doubt with all the retreating it definitely cause more problems with ripping open space and going through it to another realm, Kamfper was surly going to get yelled at by Lord Erica when he gets to Gyros. As everyone prepares the massive retreat and depicting there enemies that the empire is collapsing, Kampfer grabs Ketin by his hair and throws him into the ship, seeing him skidd on the black marl floor of the small ship. Which has a small common area with a few chairs four separate rooms, also quite small and a small laboratory in the corner of the common room. Kampfer closed the door once everyone was inside and got the cockpit and gunned the engines and blast open a hole so the ship can exit out. As flew further away from the station he turns around as he rubs his head in pain and asks "So vhere are ve going now?"
On Earth IV all forces started to pull out and Kampfer's personal cruiser Overlordwent ahead and left the plant's station and went to go meet its former master.
On Angel Moon, little did anyone know that the entire plant was crawling with Dendrils in which they were about to jump Arisnova but turned there attention to the factories they tried to operate once more and decided to focus about the giant security bot with there chainsaw blades, kinetic machine guns and snipers.
No doubt with all the retreating it definitely cause more problems with ripping open space and going through it to another realm, Kamfper was surly going to get yelled at by Lord Erica when he gets to Gyros. As everyone prepares the massive retreat and depicting there enemies that the empire is collapsing, Kampfer grabs Ketin by his hair and throws him into the ship, seeing him skidd on the black marl floor of the small ship. Which has a small common area with a few chairs four separate rooms, also quite small and a small laboratory in the corner of the common room. Kampfer closed the door once everyone was inside and got the cockpit and gunned the engines and blast open a hole so the ship can exit out. As flew further away from the station he turns around as he rubs his head in pain and asks "So vhere are ve going now?"
On Earth IV all forces started to pull out and Kampfer's personal cruiser Overlordwent ahead and left the plant's station and went to go meet its former master.
On Angel Moon, little did anyone know that the entire plant was crawling with Dendrils in which they were about to jump Arisnova but turned there attention to the factories they tried to operate once more and decided to focus about the giant security bot with there chainsaw blades, kinetic machine guns and snipers.
Suddenly the large ship shook at this new anomaly making the mother spring into action as she grabs the android by her neck "it's a trap isn't it!?...you tricked us you stupid bucket of bolts!" She then presses her gun to the androids stomach "give me one good reason I shouldn't blow your body into non-existence !" She yells at her as her son readies his own wepon on the side lines
Juno raised her hands in fright and figgited and said "I-I don't know whats going on..I-I'm sorry!" Juno looks at the mother as her eyes turned to a more saddening look hoping this person will spare her. "I'm just lost" he says as she starts crying like a baby seeing the end is near. Everything that is happening around them it Juno truly believes it maybe the end for herself.
Fixating his bliding crimson gaze straight unto Sergei's eyes, the Ranger took a long pause to think about the decision of whether having his way towards Earth City, teeming with the forces of the Dimensional Lord or risk a surprise capture by his old enemies, at the hand of Sergei. Yet, not only the striking resemblance of his canine partner, Dmitri, but also the colors of his fur were slowly dragging the Masked Man to the side of the duo. After all, not only the Ranger will have to sneak into Earth City but evading unwanted company from whatever Kampfer may have assigned to low or high orbit will prove to be an almost impossible task. Even for someone like the Ranger.
Finally breaking his silence, a brief, resigned sigh came from behind CL's mask he shook his head in frustration of the lack of alternatives. Holstering his Lucian Defender, the man shrugged as he gave Sergei his answer. "Huh, what choice do I have? City's overrun by enemies, can't do much stealing a hybrid..." - And just as The Ranger finished, his gaze slowly switched to the sky...
Which was being cut through by a flashing fireball. And then another. And another, and another. In a matter of seconds, the clear sky passing through the jungle canopy became apocalyptic, as fire started to rain from the sky.
And then, before the Masked Man could even declare the situation for Sergei and Dmitri, a ear-ringing thundering came, followed by what was supposed to be the remains of an armed defensive satellite, shredding through the vegetation of the jungle as it left behind a fiery trail of fire from it's rough atmospheric entry. The debris crashed just a few meters from the three. "What the ****?! AN EMP?! GET THE **** TO COVER, NOW!!!"
Depending on nothing more than his own instincts, the Ranger darted through the jungle looking for what possibly were Dmitri and Sergei had come from, hoping they would provide underground shelter or anything able to protect his metal-clad skin from the rain of death. Still, the more CL desperately search for some kind of secret passage to where the duo had came from, more debris felt right atop the jungle. The Mad Ranger had lost the count of how many he had caused, but he never thought about the possibility of being caught in the middle of a Global Electromagnetic Pulse... That, not to mention that his cybernetic eye suddenly had shut off, even though it had state-of-the-art EMP protection... Something was not right.
After hailing it's message, the spy drone went into dead silence for a long while, the red glow from it's eye camera slowly fading away as it's inner machinery let out a low wince, announcing the machine's complete shut down. Still, a few moments before the chaos ensued, the drone gradually reactivated it's systems and along with the humming of it's nuclear powered engine, a calm female voice hailed from it's audio ports. "Boot sequence initialization complete. INDRA Assisted BUZZER 787 Unmanned Hybrid Spacecraft status: Activated. Welcome Mr. Wan Nabes." - Shortly after, the drone internal parts flashed into short circuit as it was struck hard by the unknown anomaly that had fallen through all the solar system of Earth VI.
The cataclysm had definitely affected the systems of the Kingsbane as it's optic camouflage had immediately vanished into a brief surge of electrical waves that circulated all through the heavy cruiser at the disaster... And then Stella suddenly popped into their proximity. In less than a minute, a mobile colony had warped through space from the innermost part of a solar system into a stray elliptic-orbit planet. Aelyn couldn't see Severin or, most entertaining, Nabes reaction, but it was pretty easy to figure out he would screaming creative curses as he breathed.
Yet, his skill of commanding alone a huge warship and with a money-hungry crew that just wanted to haul their butts out of there made it possible for Wan Nabes to immediately accelerate in the opposite direction of the Stella, with a sudden surge of it's frontal thrusters. They didn't stop there: With the acceleration generated from the front thrusters, Nabes skillfully managed to turn his ship 180º, just so he could engage it's main thrusters to finally pull away from the Stella Viventium's route of collision.
He could be childish, but Wan Nabes was not a man to be toyed with.
[That EMP Scene from CoD MW2 is my favourite scene ever in a video game, only topped by this.]
Finally breaking his silence, a brief, resigned sigh came from behind CL's mask he shook his head in frustration of the lack of alternatives. Holstering his Lucian Defender, the man shrugged as he gave Sergei his answer. "Huh, what choice do I have? City's overrun by enemies, can't do much stealing a hybrid..." - And just as The Ranger finished, his gaze slowly switched to the sky...
Which was being cut through by a flashing fireball. And then another. And another, and another. In a matter of seconds, the clear sky passing through the jungle canopy became apocalyptic, as fire started to rain from the sky.
And then, before the Masked Man could even declare the situation for Sergei and Dmitri, a ear-ringing thundering came, followed by what was supposed to be the remains of an armed defensive satellite, shredding through the vegetation of the jungle as it left behind a fiery trail of fire from it's rough atmospheric entry. The debris crashed just a few meters from the three. "What the ****?! AN EMP?! GET THE **** TO COVER, NOW!!!"
Depending on nothing more than his own instincts, the Ranger darted through the jungle looking for what possibly were Dmitri and Sergei had come from, hoping they would provide underground shelter or anything able to protect his metal-clad skin from the rain of death. Still, the more CL desperately search for some kind of secret passage to where the duo had came from, more debris felt right atop the jungle. The Mad Ranger had lost the count of how many he had caused, but he never thought about the possibility of being caught in the middle of a Global Electromagnetic Pulse... That, not to mention that his cybernetic eye suddenly had shut off, even though it had state-of-the-art EMP protection... Something was not right.
After hailing it's message, the spy drone went into dead silence for a long while, the red glow from it's eye camera slowly fading away as it's inner machinery let out a low wince, announcing the machine's complete shut down. Still, a few moments before the chaos ensued, the drone gradually reactivated it's systems and along with the humming of it's nuclear powered engine, a calm female voice hailed from it's audio ports. "Boot sequence initialization complete. INDRA Assisted BUZZER 787 Unmanned Hybrid Spacecraft status: Activated. Welcome Mr. Wan Nabes." - Shortly after, the drone internal parts flashed into short circuit as it was struck hard by the unknown anomaly that had fallen through all the solar system of Earth VI.
The cataclysm had definitely affected the systems of the Kingsbane as it's optic camouflage had immediately vanished into a brief surge of electrical waves that circulated all through the heavy cruiser at the disaster... And then Stella suddenly popped into their proximity. In less than a minute, a mobile colony had warped through space from the innermost part of a solar system into a stray elliptic-orbit planet. Aelyn couldn't see Severin or, most entertaining, Nabes reaction, but it was pretty easy to figure out he would screaming creative curses as he breathed.
Yet, his skill of commanding alone a huge warship and with a money-hungry crew that just wanted to haul their butts out of there made it possible for Wan Nabes to immediately accelerate in the opposite direction of the Stella, with a sudden surge of it's frontal thrusters. They didn't stop there: With the acceleration generated from the front thrusters, Nabes skillfully managed to turn his ship 180º, just so he could engage it's main thrusters to finally pull away from the Stella Viventium's route of collision.
He could be childish, but Wan Nabes was not a man to be toyed with.
[That EMP Scene from CoD MW2 is my favourite scene ever in a video game, only topped by this.]
Someone calling out for mood music?
[ Don't blame me. I'm like freaking fueled by this series right now All hail Fate/Zero ]
Sergei would wait patiently for the stranger to make up his mind, although he wouldn't allow him to keep them there for any longer than what he felt was enough time to ponder through the possible outcomes.
The man wasn't very found of the Ranger turning to face him with those glowing goggles of his. Nevertheless, Sergei wouldn't have much choices other than to squint his eyes back at the man, if only to ease his eyes even just a little bit. Turning his head away would not have kept up with his position and the trust he was attempting on building.
Their conversation wouldn't be able to last for long though, for as the stranger turned to face the two militants, something quite unpredictable happened. There was a flash and a few more. The landscape had switched colors. Sergei would keep stern, not turning his head but instead just switching his attention towards the sky, now redder and more warmth emitting than a hot sunset from a cloud clear sky. It wasn't yet time for such event, not even for the dawn to rise. No, this was something much more than what he and the other men had grown used to on seeing in daily basis. The calm conversation moment was ruined tough, and to that the tall man couldn't help but to sigh through his nose, disappointed on the turn of events.
As the sky was set ablaze, many had turned their heads towards it and some with sharper eyes might have already been able to detect the flaming rubble that had started to rain down upon them.
As Sergei moved from his position to avoid it, Dmitri jumped back away, wrinkling his nose at the sight. Having slightly quicker reflexes than the taller man, he'd be able to gather himself to get atop of the situation. Having a louder and more far reaching voice helped too as he shouted, taking control of the surrounding troops. With his orders, he'd me straight and clear.
"To the fields! NOW!!"
There wasn't much screaming, but shouting for sure as the group dispatched of their surrounding positions and headed towards the base camp, trying to reach and guide each other and to stay on a clear path while navigating from one place to another. Total chaos never broke out, but the strangeness and the cheer unpredictability of the situation was clearly showing in the disoriented acting of some members and the frantic movement patterns made especially by the younger members that resided the cantonment.
More or less obviously, they couldn't activate the usual protective field over the cantonment that they would at a time like this. It was all because of those dang malfunctions. They were lucky enough to be able to boot up a temporary shield, powered by some separate emergency energy and power source. It wasn't going to null all of the damage that was being dealt to the area, but at least they had some extra time at their hands to get to a safer location. But after the shield was gone, all they could do was to pray to whichever entity or deity they believed in and hope that the cantonment wouldn't end up being utterly destroyed by the rubble.
It would end up being the most devastating hit that they would have experienced in years; though it was becoming more obvious that they weren't the only ones being affected.
Dmitri would shout and grow angrier and angrier each time someone would start panicking, asking what was going on and try getting answers from others that were just in as much of a panic indulged state of stress. It's not like one could just come up with an explanation out of thin air. At least Dim couldn't, and such sightless behaviour of his underlings caused chaos - and to a group leader, it was even more of a stressful situation and one of the many things he'd rather go forth without.
Sergei was keeping an eye on the situation and how it was progressing. His aid leading wasn't needed as people were already following Dmitri and Ingá. The troops would be doing just fine.
The Ranger, who had apparently chosen to seek safety amongst the soldiers, did seem like he could use some guidance. There wasn't much time though, as the shield grew weaker the flaming particles would start tearing up what was left on the surface. The man approached the Ranger, taking a grip of the collar area or whatever other part he could muster of the Ranger, held them there firmly for a breather and threw-pushed him towards a specified direction, signaling for him to continue that way.
"Find the red tent." Sergei ordered shortly but firmly. He wasn't fully knowledge on whether the crimson goggles would cause the ranger to only see the area as the shades of red or if there was a separate device that would then fix the colors for him to make the vision more life like and accurate.
Nevertheless, the Ranger should be spotting the tent eventually as it was rather distinctively colored and could be easily told apart from the others. The tent fabric was clean and bright, appearance more like a monotone of one color than those surrounding it. There was no camopattern to speak of.
Inside the tent, the Ranger could find a trapdoor surrounded and partly covered by boxes and crates of varying sizes. Not much else was located inside the tent, it was basically only ment for taking cover.
Trough the trapdoor, one would have to climb down a set of ladders, metallic ones at that. Reaching the bottom would take some effort as the steps seemed to be going on and on and on. Eventually, the end would come and a dim light could be seen in the distance, signifying that something was there. The room where the light had come from was a modest one, on comfortability level at least. The only comfy thing one could find was a round mattress on the floor, and a few independent plants growing here and there, providing some additional oxygen to the room. Oh well, at least they tried.
Air conditioning inside the space was decent enough to keep away the feeling of suffocation. Dust would fill the air when stepping on the mattress. It was clear that even if one would have tried to take care of the room, it was rarely used.
As a decoration the room had it's stony walls filled with older types of weapons, mostly bladed ones. They weren't completely outdated, but existed there to provide some protection if needed and were their technological counterparts to fail.
On one side of the room as a door, made impenetrable by most weapon types. It could be breached with heat based armament, but maybe it was better to be left alone for the time being.
Sergei would reach the room some time later. Closing off the opening to the room, he'd pull a foldable seat, unfold it and set it down. He wouldn't yet speak a word, nor pay too much attention to the Ranger. Instead, he was waiting for the armored man to calm down and speak out their impressions first.
Everything was out of focus and in the distances.
What had happened? One minute Nirix was being helplessly dragged by Ketin and then the next...? There had been chaos, chaos seemed to always be the one thing that kept to the Eoclu's heels. Fire and explosions, meltdowns and all forms of any technology had seemed to have one gigantic malfunction and cause nearly everything to go to hell.
With a groan, Nirix blinked and tried to clear her mind of the constant pounding that plagued her currently. From what she could remember, Ketin had pushed both her and Kampfer into the ship as well as taken her silenced pistol. Though she was slightly disturbed at the fact on how easily he had took it from her, she was even more so disturbed that he was probably still out there with all the fallen derby and not with them. Struggling to get up from her spot on the ship's floor, she pushed her disheveled hair back from her line of sight, only to discover that she was bleeding.
With another displeased frown, she pushed the worry of her injury to the back of her mind and tried to focus solely on Ketin. If he got hurt, Nirix didn't know what she would do! Crawling until she could sit up straight, Nirix was more than relived when she saw that Kampfer had thrown Ketin aboard. He was disheveled and covered in soot from the various explosions and fires but he was...
"Da'len!" Nirix threw herself at the orange haired boy before her, most-likely toppling him over if hadn't been prepared for it. "Thank the Gods you are okay! You can never do that again or so help me I'll-"
Suddenly the Eoclu paused, almost as if she was slowly catching up with her reactions. There went that word again, Da'len. She wasn't sure to laugh or to suddenly start crying. No matter how hard the pain of his words had left her in, Nirix just couldn't shake the emotions he had placed on her. She was stuck and most likely get herself killed being involved with him. Chaos and destruction was his thing, yet Death was hers. Besides, she had made a promise...
Ketin was seriously becoming her crippling weak point.
What had happened? One minute Nirix was being helplessly dragged by Ketin and then the next...? There had been chaos, chaos seemed to always be the one thing that kept to the Eoclu's heels. Fire and explosions, meltdowns and all forms of any technology had seemed to have one gigantic malfunction and cause nearly everything to go to hell.
With a groan, Nirix blinked and tried to clear her mind of the constant pounding that plagued her currently. From what she could remember, Ketin had pushed both her and Kampfer into the ship as well as taken her silenced pistol. Though she was slightly disturbed at the fact on how easily he had took it from her, she was even more so disturbed that he was probably still out there with all the fallen derby and not with them. Struggling to get up from her spot on the ship's floor, she pushed her disheveled hair back from her line of sight, only to discover that she was bleeding.
With another displeased frown, she pushed the worry of her injury to the back of her mind and tried to focus solely on Ketin. If he got hurt, Nirix didn't know what she would do! Crawling until she could sit up straight, Nirix was more than relived when she saw that Kampfer had thrown Ketin aboard. He was disheveled and covered in soot from the various explosions and fires but he was...
"Da'len!" Nirix threw herself at the orange haired boy before her, most-likely toppling him over if hadn't been prepared for it. "Thank the Gods you are okay! You can never do that again or so help me I'll-"
Suddenly the Eoclu paused, almost as if she was slowly catching up with her reactions. There went that word again, Da'len. She wasn't sure to laugh or to suddenly start crying. No matter how hard the pain of his words had left her in, Nirix just couldn't shake the emotions he had placed on her. She was stuck and most likely get herself killed being involved with him. Chaos and destruction was his thing, yet Death was hers. Besides, she had made a promise...
Ketin was seriously becoming her crippling weak point.
It didn't take too long for the Ranger to figure out that Sergei and Dmitri weren't the only ones there, and it was even quicker to figure out that the troops that were accompanying the duo were as desperate as him. At first, CL thought that those actually were enemies when soldiers started popping out from the vegetation but soon the name of Sergei were being thrown in the air by the dozens, which was kind of reassuring... Even though that stuff were still falling from the sky. Then he felt the sudden pull from the man, Sergei, from behind... Almost landing a straight punch to his face but stopping at the last moment. "Don't ******* touch me." - Providing that Sergei were giving a chance for CL to save his own skin, the latter didn't seem so grateful about it. After acknowledging the 'order' from his newfound ally, perhaps, the Masked Man didn't dawdle about finding the designated location.
Still, just before he made his way into the flashing-red tent, CL had the chance to lay his eyes on the emergency shield set up by those unknown troops, as incoming debris were just obliterated by force field. A clearly surprised "Whoa..." came out from behind the mask before he finally dove into the apparent bunker. Whoever those guys were, they weren't rookies. A kinetic protection force field were a technology far from being achieved where the Ranger had come from, it certainly made the man ponder about it for a while.
Now inside the dusty, dimly lit shelter, CL couldn't do much besides turning his goggles off just so anyone inside couldn't get their irises burnt by his stare and wait. Wait as the echoes of the thundering hell made through all the way down to that underground shelter. It kind of reminded him where he once had to live. Yet, regaining his thoughts on the actual objective of getting out of Earth IV, CL had turned to Sergei, which looked a lot comfortable on his folding seat for the nature of the situation. "Looks like you're pretty used to that ****, eh?"
Still, just before he made his way into the flashing-red tent, CL had the chance to lay his eyes on the emergency shield set up by those unknown troops, as incoming debris were just obliterated by force field. A clearly surprised "Whoa..." came out from behind the mask before he finally dove into the apparent bunker. Whoever those guys were, they weren't rookies. A kinetic protection force field were a technology far from being achieved where the Ranger had come from, it certainly made the man ponder about it for a while.
Now inside the dusty, dimly lit shelter, CL couldn't do much besides turning his goggles off just so anyone inside couldn't get their irises burnt by his stare and wait. Wait as the echoes of the thundering hell made through all the way down to that underground shelter. It kind of reminded him where he once had to live. Yet, regaining his thoughts on the actual objective of getting out of Earth IV, CL had turned to Sergei, which looked a lot comfortable on his folding seat for the nature of the situation. "Looks like you're pretty used to that ****, eh?"
"Perhaps." Sergei didn't take much pressure onto himself for the situation. It was true that he was used to these frantic retreats along with times when depris and all sorts of dismantled parts would fill the surroundings. "You see all kinds of phenomena when you are in the service of the military." He admitted calmly, raising to stand up after that."I can safely assume that the show was not put up just for you, was it?" The man sent back a question, referring to the blazing sky they had all just withnessed. The sight fascinate him. It wasn't the firts time for the man to see something alike it, but it was his first of this specific kind of happening.
The man would take different equipment hidden within the stony layers of the room. He would take a foldable table, then a waterboiler that he then placed on the table. Taking a compact can of water from his pocket, Sergei put on the heat for the waterboiler to start doing its job. On the meanwhile the man set down a chair for the Ranger to sit on, if they pleased, and then resumed leaning on the wall near the boiler, crossing his arms and waiting. He'd take his time, listening to the sounds from outside and above, then the noise the boiler made.
"Let us start again." He'd finally say and loosen his stance when the boiler's light shut down, implying that the water was ready. "I assume that you did not come here for us, am I correct?" Sergei asked, taking out a kettle and filling it with the boiled water. He'd then take the cap of the water can, using it as a cup and poured the water in the cup, placing the kettle on the table afterwards, leaving it up to self-service if the ranger would want his share of tea. "Earl Gray." was confirmed if the Ranger was suspicious or curious of the substance.
"What brings you here? If not for the sake of the troops, why?" With the tea having cooled down a bit, Sergei asked the Ranger a more focused question. "There is only the two of us, ease up. But if you do not like my company, the door is right there." He then added, taking a sip from his cup and not bothering to point out the location of the door, assuming that the Ranger had already seen it. "Just do not come for me if you get lost."
Then he'd wait
The man would take different equipment hidden within the stony layers of the room. He would take a foldable table, then a waterboiler that he then placed on the table. Taking a compact can of water from his pocket, Sergei put on the heat for the waterboiler to start doing its job. On the meanwhile the man set down a chair for the Ranger to sit on, if they pleased, and then resumed leaning on the wall near the boiler, crossing his arms and waiting. He'd take his time, listening to the sounds from outside and above, then the noise the boiler made.
"Let us start again." He'd finally say and loosen his stance when the boiler's light shut down, implying that the water was ready. "I assume that you did not come here for us, am I correct?" Sergei asked, taking out a kettle and filling it with the boiled water. He'd then take the cap of the water can, using it as a cup and poured the water in the cup, placing the kettle on the table afterwards, leaving it up to self-service if the ranger would want his share of tea. "Earl Gray." was confirmed if the Ranger was suspicious or curious of the substance.
"What brings you here? If not for the sake of the troops, why?" With the tea having cooled down a bit, Sergei asked the Ranger a more focused question. "There is only the two of us, ease up. But if you do not like my company, the door is right there." He then added, taking a sip from his cup and not bothering to point out the location of the door, assuming that the Ranger had already seen it. "Just do not come for me if you get lost."
Then he'd wait
Christofer nodded. Maybe she was right. Maybe Kallenger was right when she said that he was just a bit lost and away from home but all of this that he was seeing was really true. But it was so strange. Why was he not where he was supposed to? And could the people that Royanna knew on this planet really help? Possibly, Roya was a smart person in his eyes and seemed like someone that could solve everything. Maybe the answers were right before him... He'd think of it, reaching his hand to lean a bit on the window that was shown before them and looked down at the planet, trying to observe it in some way.
As Royanna's words were cut by something, Christofers thoughts would also go blank. He saw something that both boggled him and made him wince at the sight. Did he recognize those things? What was going on down there?
What happened?
He was lost. His mind not being able to think up anything, the boy just stood there, staring blankly down at the planet, not understanding any of it even if the sight was somewhat familiar to him. Those orange clouds...
The German would only jump away when he'd hear Kallenger's voice break the deep silence. He'd hastly turn his head to face her, tried to understand what she was saying and what she planned, but it wasn't but a few seconds until she had already grabben him and pulled him away from the window.
Christofer didn't have much time to react. What was happening? It was so strange. He barely had any time to look behind. He did look though, thinking that it would help explain the situation, but his head couldn't grasp it, it was clustered with too many questions already.
Slowly his head started to awaken from its blank state and he was starting to realize what kind of a situation they were in - although the reasons for why it was all happening were still a complete and total mystery to him.
It would hit him that they weren't in a good situation when Royanna shoved him through the area. The boy was now scared out of his mind, so much so that he'd have already frozen in place and passed out if he was alone. His chest was hurting, head started to spin but he couldn't stop. Occasionally he'd let out a sound or two, sounds made to be mixtures of pain and confusion, fear. The seemingly panicked state of Royanna didn't help his case, and if they wouldn't have been in such a hurry, he'd have just collapsed there and started hyperventilating.
When the point of Kallenger advancing further than him came, the boy was just left there, standing in the middle of the space with his mid full of questions. The blankness had returned, he wouldn't understand where they were and what was going to happen next. He was only somewhat reminded of the dire situation when the world around him started moving, pushing him towards the wall and gave him no other support - his balance was off too, it was a miracle that he even stayed standing.
Royanna's words, echoing faintly from afar, awoke his mind again and pulled him to the moment. He turned his head towards the voice, trying to make out what she was saying. What dial? What blue? A blue dial? What was that? He didn't grasp the order, but his body still started moving, leaped in a very strow motion towards the general direction of forward and used all the strength that his legs could have contained, yet it felt all slow-motion like.
He was at the mercy of senceless action, his body did what it wanted without his mind grasping any of it. Christofer rushed for the only blue color that he saw, but lost the rest of his balance midway. He certainly wasn't used to the gravitation change. Somehow, the energy of the leap was able to carry him over to the source, but hitting it wasn't probably exactly what Royanna had planned, as the boy'd end up on hitting it with his elbow, turning it in the process but afterwards sliding somewhere away from it.
Somewhere far indeed.
He may or may not have hit his head, but it was certain that he wouldn't be of further help to Kallenger in the situation. The boy had passed out, unable to resist the tempting and hard call of it. He was out soon after hitting the dec.
Christofer was unavailable now.
As Royanna's words were cut by something, Christofers thoughts would also go blank. He saw something that both boggled him and made him wince at the sight. Did he recognize those things? What was going on down there?
What happened?
He was lost. His mind not being able to think up anything, the boy just stood there, staring blankly down at the planet, not understanding any of it even if the sight was somewhat familiar to him. Those orange clouds...
The German would only jump away when he'd hear Kallenger's voice break the deep silence. He'd hastly turn his head to face her, tried to understand what she was saying and what she planned, but it wasn't but a few seconds until she had already grabben him and pulled him away from the window.
Christofer didn't have much time to react. What was happening? It was so strange. He barely had any time to look behind. He did look though, thinking that it would help explain the situation, but his head couldn't grasp it, it was clustered with too many questions already.
Slowly his head started to awaken from its blank state and he was starting to realize what kind of a situation they were in - although the reasons for why it was all happening were still a complete and total mystery to him.
It would hit him that they weren't in a good situation when Royanna shoved him through the area. The boy was now scared out of his mind, so much so that he'd have already frozen in place and passed out if he was alone. His chest was hurting, head started to spin but he couldn't stop. Occasionally he'd let out a sound or two, sounds made to be mixtures of pain and confusion, fear. The seemingly panicked state of Royanna didn't help his case, and if they wouldn't have been in such a hurry, he'd have just collapsed there and started hyperventilating.
When the point of Kallenger advancing further than him came, the boy was just left there, standing in the middle of the space with his mid full of questions. The blankness had returned, he wouldn't understand where they were and what was going to happen next. He was only somewhat reminded of the dire situation when the world around him started moving, pushing him towards the wall and gave him no other support - his balance was off too, it was a miracle that he even stayed standing.
Royanna's words, echoing faintly from afar, awoke his mind again and pulled him to the moment. He turned his head towards the voice, trying to make out what she was saying. What dial? What blue? A blue dial? What was that? He didn't grasp the order, but his body still started moving, leaped in a very strow motion towards the general direction of forward and used all the strength that his legs could have contained, yet it felt all slow-motion like.
He was at the mercy of senceless action, his body did what it wanted without his mind grasping any of it. Christofer rushed for the only blue color that he saw, but lost the rest of his balance midway. He certainly wasn't used to the gravitation change. Somehow, the energy of the leap was able to carry him over to the source, but hitting it wasn't probably exactly what Royanna had planned, as the boy'd end up on hitting it with his elbow, turning it in the process but afterwards sliding somewhere away from it.
Somewhere far indeed.
He may or may not have hit his head, but it was certain that he wouldn't be of further help to Kallenger in the situation. The boy had passed out, unable to resist the tempting and hard call of it. He was out soon after hitting the dec.
Christofer was unavailable now.
"Y'know..." - That was the first thing the Ranger said before falling with the rear on the floor, letting out a long sigh from his mask as he switched his gaze to the dim light. "... I appreciate any company that doesn't tries to kill me at the moment, so I'll be between your men for a while." - It was certainly tiring. At first, the Mad Ranger's 'mission' were only to tread to a civilian colony or town stationed on Earth IV and collect any info he could on planets similar to this one. The chaotic turn of events, however, something that the Ranger had never experienced before, easily drained him of all energy. Emotional, physic and from his internal batteries. The bunker were sort of claustrophobic, but it provided with a much desired commodity: Peace.
"And, nah. I'm just a... Wanderer." - CL stammered at the word, reminding himself about his incredible awkwardness at coming up with fake stories. "I'm looking for Planet Earth. The original Sol System's Earth. Some consider it as lost, but my mind definitely does not fails me. Stuff about it could be found all around history textbooks on my homeworld." - The Masked Man then switched his gaze to what was supposed to be his right 'arm', slowly pulling out the sleeve his longcoat which was hiding it. Just then Sergei could clearly identify that his newfound 'friend' were a cyborg of sorts, as the Ranger revealed that his arm was an apparent military cybernetic implant. "But then all hell broke loose. In less than 24 hours, I've been at low-orbit, at a ******* parallel dimension of sorts and now I'm underground as ****'s falling from the sky."
Sergei could easily notice the sudden change of tone from the Ranger when he started to explain what he was and what he was doing here and it clearly rose a suspicion on how reluctant his voice was when he said he was a 'Wanderer'. Not to mention his visually impressive set of advanced war hardware. The Masked Man were obviously far from a intergalactic wanderer.
"And, nah. I'm just a... Wanderer." - CL stammered at the word, reminding himself about his incredible awkwardness at coming up with fake stories. "I'm looking for Planet Earth. The original Sol System's Earth. Some consider it as lost, but my mind definitely does not fails me. Stuff about it could be found all around history textbooks on my homeworld." - The Masked Man then switched his gaze to what was supposed to be his right 'arm', slowly pulling out the sleeve his longcoat which was hiding it. Just then Sergei could clearly identify that his newfound 'friend' were a cyborg of sorts, as the Ranger revealed that his arm was an apparent military cybernetic implant. "But then all hell broke loose. In less than 24 hours, I've been at low-orbit, at a ******* parallel dimension of sorts and now I'm underground as ****'s falling from the sky."
Sergei could easily notice the sudden change of tone from the Ranger when he started to explain what he was and what he was doing here and it clearly rose a suspicion on how reluctant his voice was when he said he was a 'Wanderer'. Not to mention his visually impressive set of advanced war hardware. The Masked Man were obviously far from a intergalactic wanderer.
"Not an ordinary wanderer from what I have seen so far." He said, pointing out his opinions and sipping some tea afterwards. "You do not seem like you would be gouvernment property at least. That is good."
The mention of the original Earth would have made Sergei chuckle if he was the type, but for the time being he'd not be allowing himself to give out such expansive reactions.
To him, the planet that the Ranger was seeking, was just a myth. It was nont of any significance to him. Surely there were people that were looking for it and he knew that even some members of the government had found themselves to be overly fascinated by the idea of it. The subject itself didn't really touch on Sergei any more than that though. Unless we was going to mention his countless missions on hunting the most passionate seekers out by the order of the government.
The fact that the government wouldn't tolerate the anger almost made Sergei like him more. Almost. He wasn't the type to like people - or anything for that matter, so he wouldn't be too keen on building any deeper bonds with him.
"I am afraid, but I am fairy certain that I can not help you with your pursue." He said, placing the spoon he had been stirring the tea with onto the side of the cup. "I do not possess any of the information you might be seeking." He concluded, keeping a little pause afterwards.
"What do you plan on next? After the fire rain subsides and you can get back to the surface." Sergei asked with his eyes closed, leaning back onto his seat and listening to the sounds coming from the surface again. "You do not plan on truly staying, do you, Wanderer?"
The mention of the original Earth would have made Sergei chuckle if he was the type, but for the time being he'd not be allowing himself to give out such expansive reactions.
To him, the planet that the Ranger was seeking, was just a myth. It was nont of any significance to him. Surely there were people that were looking for it and he knew that even some members of the government had found themselves to be overly fascinated by the idea of it. The subject itself didn't really touch on Sergei any more than that though. Unless we was going to mention his countless missions on hunting the most passionate seekers out by the order of the government.
The fact that the government wouldn't tolerate the anger almost made Sergei like him more. Almost. He wasn't the type to like people - or anything for that matter, so he wouldn't be too keen on building any deeper bonds with him.
"I am afraid, but I am fairy certain that I can not help you with your pursue." He said, placing the spoon he had been stirring the tea with onto the side of the cup. "I do not possess any of the information you might be seeking." He concluded, keeping a little pause afterwards.
"What do you plan on next? After the fire rain subsides and you can get back to the surface." Sergei asked with his eyes closed, leaning back onto his seat and listening to the sounds coming from the surface again. "You do not plan on truly staying, do you, Wanderer?"
Neylan stared at the android before her but thinks better of it as she offers her hand to help her up
"I'm Neylan last of the ravangers sorry I didn't reply sooner I was just so shocked to not have to fight after all this time....here come inside with me so you can rest you must be very weak by now" she then leads Juno inside and had her son care to her wounds as she walks around a very large kitchen "now what do androids eat again?" She asks herself as she looks through the kitchen knocking aside most liquids due to the fact of ruined wires and circuits the poor girl already had
"I'm Neylan last of the ravangers sorry I didn't reply sooner I was just so shocked to not have to fight after all this time....here come inside with me so you can rest you must be very weak by now" she then leads Juno inside and had her son care to her wounds as she walks around a very large kitchen "now what do androids eat again?" She asks herself as she looks through the kitchen knocking aside most liquids due to the fact of ruined wires and circuits the poor girl already had
There was a deathly silence, but the weight of it had yet to occur to Royanna Kallenger, who was only now coming back to her senses enough to see that, to her considerable anxiety, her fluffy companion was probably lying dead in the rear of the battered passenger shuttle. She went pale – paler than she usually was, the pasty-skinned thing – heart jumping, then sinking as she worked her way over to crouch beside him and give him a medic’s once-over. Immediately relieved when he turned out to be alive, but merely unconscious (That did seem to happen a lot, didn’t it?) she half-fell back to sit on the floor beside him for a moment, somewhat slumped and rubbing at her eyes. It was too much.
Some moments later Royanna stood, leaving the unconscious canid where he lay – if in a rather more comfortable position – and went back to the pilots’ chair, almost absently flicking the toggle that would open the side door. She turned to proceed out said door and almost walked into it, and was suddenly very aware of how lethargic she had been acting. That would not do. But there was something else, too – the door hadn’t opened. The landing hadn’t been that rough, had it? But then too, these little shuttles could be rather fragile.
More alert now, having willed herself back into something more resembling her usual state of concise efficiency, Royanna spun back to the ‘cockpit’ and toggled the switch on and off a number of times. Nothing. She looked up feverishly to scan the opacified frontal windows, but only the dimmest, most vague shadows could be made out through the shield which was meant to guard against the heat and light generated from atmospheric descent. The blue dial. The agent’s hand flew to it and turned – but the windows did not become clear as they should have. She was becoming progressively more alarmed. These kinds of technical failures were virtually eradicated in Imperial vessels – in most modern, well-kept vessels of all sizes, for that matter. IF they did crop up they were wiring issues connectivity issues, system bugs or other minute trouble; to have things pile up like they were now was unthinkable. Surely an Imperial passenger shuttle would be better kept than some ancient Firebug transport or RYE Fighter. Plus it had handled fine.
Next stop was the comms hub, where all the various forms of communication, all bands of transmission both audible and visual, were condensed into a convenient package.
Dead.
Nothing at all. The screens wouldn’t even illuminate. A cursory glance to her wrist communicator – the most reliable piece of tech she had ever known – confirmed the impossible…Or at least the very unlikely.
It was only then that the terrible, suffocating silence became glaringly apparent to Royanna. It was overwhelming.
She at once felt a strong urge to no longer be inside the little vessel, and promptly proceeded to the emergency manual override - which would usually trigger an alarm, but there was no power at all. A smaller, half-door within the bay lift swung out, and a small, but sturdy set of sharply inclined stairs was extended, hitting the ground with a thump. The woman’s stony composure faltered again as the dread of witnessing the grotesquely implausible.
Bellowing towers of ashy black smoke that towered higher than seemed initially possible. They looked so small at the very first instant, but perspective set in rapidly and clarified them to be very far away – and very, very large. It was one of the most notorious, dreaded shapes in the history of mankind. It was the remnant of one of the most destructive forces ever known to exist – the mushroom cloud.
There were three, and once the overwhelming shock of first sight had been retaken over by composure, Royanna realized that she knew exactly what she was looking at. They were the three massive nuclear power plants, set some distance apart yet connected to the same grid, which supplied power to the entire Northern hemisphere. The sky was black and the occasional spark or ignition among them would still dash burbling reds and oranges in to complete the image of Hell itself.
By what chance they had landed just beyond the danger zone of the detonations Royanna could hardly fathom, but it was certainly lucky – some kilometers north and they would have been surrounded by only the blackened and charred remains of carpeted evergreen forests now brought to ash by fire and brimstone. It was also incredibly lucky that they had landed atop the cliff, instead of somewhere down in the jagged ravine that Royanna could just barely look down into from her vantage point in the doorway of the shuttle.
It was a land of harsh crags and mesas, sharply pointed spires of grey rock and cliff faces with only the smallest sum of overhanging lips and platforms. They were at the precipice now, and it seemed that there would be a way down if they were to walk south – away from the lingering mushroom clouds and toward the strange evergreen-jungles that broadloomed the cliffs along the southern side of the mountain range.
It explained why the electronics were down, at any rate – it might have even explained the chaos in orbit, since they were truly enormous facilities and might very well have harnessed enough power to make such an expansive pulse plausible. The next question that hit her was ‘why?’ There had always been political strife on Ardella, what with it being the capitol planet of the Galactic Empire and all – proxy wars and skirmishes had been known to break out in the less-tamed regions and even the occasional terrorist attack was not unheard of – but something on this scale? Maybe she had been paying less attention to Imperial intelligence feeds than she thought, focusing all her energy instead on catching that damned Devil Eye.
And with some humor, Royanna realized that it was the first time in a while she had actually thought about him. Usually he was ever-present in her mind but now…
Back to business; but what could she do? No triangulation equipment, only the vaguest idea of where they were and a quick survey of the region did not hint at any human presence. It would be some time before comms were restored, and she wondered if it would even be possible where they were currently for days. The shuttle was not equipped with supplies, they could not afford to camp here and wait for restoration or rescue…But what else could she do? The boy was helplessly unconscious and, she had to admit, rather useless in general – not that it would stop her from doing everything in her power to protect him, but still.
She needed to think. Royanna stepped back into the shuttle, closed the emergency door behind her and let what gentle, dim light could penetrate the looming clouds above illuminate the shuttle through the less-opacified windows along the top of the bug-shaped vessel. She sat beside Christofer on the floor, and did not realize that after only a couple of minutes she had begun to unconsciously scritch her fingers along his hair in a soothing gesture. Such shows of humanity or compassion should have been unheard of to Royanna Kallenger, and they probably still were, given that she was simply too overwhelmed and dazed to actually notice it at all.
And she sat for a while.
He really hadn’t thought this through and was rather regretting it – all the chaos was very loud and overwhelming to sensitive foxen ears which had pressed back as if to try and take cover from the barrage of sensory input. He was frightened, to say the least – instinct had taken him into danger and to a certain extent the realization of just how reckless he had been was coming as a regrettable peeve in the back of his head.
There wasn’t enough time to go really thinking about it, because suddenly he found his thoughts focused on a hasty debate as to whether or not his rather-long hair was a good thing – since Kampfer’s grabbing of it had taken him out of harm’s way – or a bad thing – since it hurt like hell. Skidding and flopping to a rolling halt, trembling more than he would have liked, it took some seconds to regain his bearings and sit up wearily – only to be positively tackled, knocked over, and distraughtly clung to by the Eoclu woman whom he had so recently shoved and skillfully disarmed.
She would probably be rather upset with that, he thought – it took more concentration to focus on emotions like those than it did to merely see through the eyes and catch the spur-of-the-moment intentions or other brief constructs of the mind. There was, however, a wave of relief from the back of his mind which he could only connect with the eyes of Nirix as she embraced him there on the floor. It took him a few moments – longer moments than they seemed – to stop shaking.
He was disheveled to say the least, and looked just as one might expect him to, given his close proximity to inferno and cataclysm alike. Luckily, he had not been burned or singed, having been victim mostly to a rolling puff of sulfur and other assorted biproducts of blaze that had washed over him. Granted, there were a few minor scratches on his face, one along the left temple from where he had conked his head on one of the hydraulic pistons as he closed it. There was a small wound on his hand from when he had stumled and scraped it on something on the way down – but none of the wounds were more than skin deep, hardly even painful, and would need little more than a damp cloth and perhaps a band-aid to mend. Nirix’s wound was much worse – his nearness to the woman allowed for easier, more natural integration of his mind with hers and he was dimly aware of a pain not unlike hers, though farther and somehow detached from himself. Still could have been worse, he thought.
Or, rather, he did not think – not coherently, not for some time – because as he was just beginning to calm the shakes of adrenaline and retrospective regret of stupidity the overwhelming urge hit him like a forty ton truck and he proceeded to reciprocate the affection, clinging in turn to Nirix with something approaching desperate fervor. Initially he merely pressed himself into her, with arms sort of tucked between them, nuzzling into the soft part of her shoulder with a sense of affection which was perhaps slightly greater than one might have expected. After some time, the tenseness and faint trembling could be felt through his hands as arms wrapped around the Eoclu’s form, fingers and palms pressed into her back in the frightened vice-grip.
Then, at long, long last and as if suddenly realizing just how vulnerable he was suddenly coming off as (Or something like that?) He gently pulled himself away and shifted to a more ergonomic position. Ears had still yet to perk up again and he looked positively guilty – he had just been reprimanded for his stupidity and recklessness, after all. Smiling timidly, he looked down to the floor, eyes following up to her. From within his coat he took the silenced pistol, habitually locking in the safety with a single-handed, well-practiced absentmindedness, and held it with grip toward Nirix, offering it back. He gave a nervous little giggle.
“S-sorry ‘bout that Ny’, I, Uh…” But explaining himself would have been more difficult than simply diverting the topic, so words petered off and were replaced some seconds later with a very small urgency – he seemed to have remembered something, rifling almost clumsily under the collar of his T Shirt to produce the tiny, black flask that was hung there on a thin, black chain. He detached it and held it out to her, with a similar shyness as he had done with the pistol – further contrasting his general strangeness. “Oh, here, this’ll help.” he said. The tiny flask contained a single dose of a remarkably powerful painkiller that tasted somewhere between wretched and heinous with an aftertaste of fennel and skunk – it did not accelerate healing, but it dulled pain to almost nonexistence.
If she tried to refuse it, he would silently shake his hand a little as if urging her to just take it – though after a couple refusals if she was so persistent he would eventually return it to the chain under his shirt with the merest hint of a pout.
“W-well that was pretty crazy, huh?” he said with averted eyes, still trying to keep the recognition of his prior idiocy in the background and probably failing to do so to no small extent.
By the skill of the seasoned crew manning the control deck of Stella Viventium and Nabes himself, disaster had been averted. The hulking colony vessel moved slowly and gradually, capable of speeds in realspace of sluggish to slothlike. Even still, the auxiliary thrusters were a glaringly impressive sight, despite their girth being of only very little use to the ship itself. They were designed only for fine-positioning of the vessel and not evasive action, but with all of one side lit up and firing off full-blast it had the effect of going in the opposite direction as the more nimble, and much more skillfully maneuvered Kingsbane.
Hands shaking violently, Aelyn leaned forward, clutched at his forehead with fingers gripping scalp and long, black hair falling like syrupy ink through them. He was more non-existent than the opposite as of this particular moment, and he could not recall a time in which he had been more panicked, except perhaps…
There was a hand on his shoulder. This, of course, was impossible due to the fact that Aelyn-Paeryc Petrovalyc did not actually exist and therefore could not have been ‘touched’ by any corporeal being…Or any other being in the Universe, actually.
That meant only one thing.
By the grace of all that was, it was Alexia Petrovalyc – she had been holding onto him for the entire duration of his panic, but the distortion had evidently affected her more seriously and he was unable to perceive her presence. No words needed to be exchanged. They embraced and, gradually, began to flicker less and less, until at last they once again appeared as real and solid as anyone else. Aelyn had completely ignored his BrainPal™ for the duration of that embrace, which seemed to him to last a great deal longer than it did – and in reality lasted probably slightly longer than it should have but the Captain did not care in the slightest.
And when at length he did return his attention to his Captain’s duties, it was only with halfhearted disinterest. Regaining his usual, emotionally dead composure had proved challenging, but the two of them had been around more than long enough that they could easily help each other into emotional stability with little trouble. As the vast majority of incoming messages were absently redirected to other resources, it was the garbled nonsense code that dominated Aelyn’s mind. There it was, clear as day in his comprehension, not existing in sight or sound, yet still existing. For closer examination, he did call the numbers up into visual, so that only his eyes would manifest that precise illusion that acted as a computer screen.
A few short moments of examining that to no avail and it was on to the other problem with an incoherent grumble. There was no need to leave the mech-bay (or any other administrative chamber on the Stella, for that matter) for Aelyn to conduct most of his operations. BrainPal™ integration as well as comms screens present beside almost every doorway provided all the resources he needed to manage the great ship. He moved with haste to one such terminal, calling up the program as he approached and sending it upon arrival. It was an urgent hail directed straight for the Kingsbane which would, hopefully, be answered at some speed.
“Explain yourself. Did you have anything to do with this?” They did not, of course, though in exactly what words that statement would be made one could only assume it would be an entertaining response. Nevertheless it affected Aelyn not at all.
“Kampfer’s forces, then?” He asked, half to Nabes or Severin and half to whoever on his crew might be close enough to hear him. In this particular instance, that individual was Dorin Harkahn who replied promptly and with some tenaciousness “Nope. Actually it looks like almost all units have gone completely off the grid.”
“Some cloaking tech we’re not aware of then?”
“Unlikely. Eyes in other parts of the Galaxy ping the same. They may have initiated a mass retreat to…somewhere else, I guess. But they’re definitely…Well, gone.”
Aelyn was apparently in the mood to accept the logic and move on, returning full attention to whichever of the Kingsbane’s crew he had on the screen. BrainPal™ transmission had already confirmed that even after running the code through the expansive – and newly upgraded – Stella mainframe, the ones and zeroes had proved incomprehensible. “Are you able to make any sense of it?” he asked the Kingsbane, “We’ve got nothing, just ones and zeroes, I assume you’ve got the same thing. It’s showing up all over the Galaxy. I’ve got my team working on a translation but if you’ve got any ideas I would appreciate to hear them. And of course I do apologie for imposing my assumptions of alliance upon you, but it seems we have both been adversely affected by this…thing, and therefore have a common enemy.”
So very eloquent, even in this hectic moment…
Some moments later Royanna stood, leaving the unconscious canid where he lay – if in a rather more comfortable position – and went back to the pilots’ chair, almost absently flicking the toggle that would open the side door. She turned to proceed out said door and almost walked into it, and was suddenly very aware of how lethargic she had been acting. That would not do. But there was something else, too – the door hadn’t opened. The landing hadn’t been that rough, had it? But then too, these little shuttles could be rather fragile.
More alert now, having willed herself back into something more resembling her usual state of concise efficiency, Royanna spun back to the ‘cockpit’ and toggled the switch on and off a number of times. Nothing. She looked up feverishly to scan the opacified frontal windows, but only the dimmest, most vague shadows could be made out through the shield which was meant to guard against the heat and light generated from atmospheric descent. The blue dial. The agent’s hand flew to it and turned – but the windows did not become clear as they should have. She was becoming progressively more alarmed. These kinds of technical failures were virtually eradicated in Imperial vessels – in most modern, well-kept vessels of all sizes, for that matter. IF they did crop up they were wiring issues connectivity issues, system bugs or other minute trouble; to have things pile up like they were now was unthinkable. Surely an Imperial passenger shuttle would be better kept than some ancient Firebug transport or RYE Fighter. Plus it had handled fine.
Next stop was the comms hub, where all the various forms of communication, all bands of transmission both audible and visual, were condensed into a convenient package.
Dead.
Nothing at all. The screens wouldn’t even illuminate. A cursory glance to her wrist communicator – the most reliable piece of tech she had ever known – confirmed the impossible…Or at least the very unlikely.
It was only then that the terrible, suffocating silence became glaringly apparent to Royanna. It was overwhelming.
She at once felt a strong urge to no longer be inside the little vessel, and promptly proceeded to the emergency manual override - which would usually trigger an alarm, but there was no power at all. A smaller, half-door within the bay lift swung out, and a small, but sturdy set of sharply inclined stairs was extended, hitting the ground with a thump. The woman’s stony composure faltered again as the dread of witnessing the grotesquely implausible.
Bellowing towers of ashy black smoke that towered higher than seemed initially possible. They looked so small at the very first instant, but perspective set in rapidly and clarified them to be very far away – and very, very large. It was one of the most notorious, dreaded shapes in the history of mankind. It was the remnant of one of the most destructive forces ever known to exist – the mushroom cloud.
There were three, and once the overwhelming shock of first sight had been retaken over by composure, Royanna realized that she knew exactly what she was looking at. They were the three massive nuclear power plants, set some distance apart yet connected to the same grid, which supplied power to the entire Northern hemisphere. The sky was black and the occasional spark or ignition among them would still dash burbling reds and oranges in to complete the image of Hell itself.
By what chance they had landed just beyond the danger zone of the detonations Royanna could hardly fathom, but it was certainly lucky – some kilometers north and they would have been surrounded by only the blackened and charred remains of carpeted evergreen forests now brought to ash by fire and brimstone. It was also incredibly lucky that they had landed atop the cliff, instead of somewhere down in the jagged ravine that Royanna could just barely look down into from her vantage point in the doorway of the shuttle.
It was a land of harsh crags and mesas, sharply pointed spires of grey rock and cliff faces with only the smallest sum of overhanging lips and platforms. They were at the precipice now, and it seemed that there would be a way down if they were to walk south – away from the lingering mushroom clouds and toward the strange evergreen-jungles that broadloomed the cliffs along the southern side of the mountain range.
It explained why the electronics were down, at any rate – it might have even explained the chaos in orbit, since they were truly enormous facilities and might very well have harnessed enough power to make such an expansive pulse plausible. The next question that hit her was ‘why?’ There had always been political strife on Ardella, what with it being the capitol planet of the Galactic Empire and all – proxy wars and skirmishes had been known to break out in the less-tamed regions and even the occasional terrorist attack was not unheard of – but something on this scale? Maybe she had been paying less attention to Imperial intelligence feeds than she thought, focusing all her energy instead on catching that damned Devil Eye.
And with some humor, Royanna realized that it was the first time in a while she had actually thought about him. Usually he was ever-present in her mind but now…
Back to business; but what could she do? No triangulation equipment, only the vaguest idea of where they were and a quick survey of the region did not hint at any human presence. It would be some time before comms were restored, and she wondered if it would even be possible where they were currently for days. The shuttle was not equipped with supplies, they could not afford to camp here and wait for restoration or rescue…But what else could she do? The boy was helplessly unconscious and, she had to admit, rather useless in general – not that it would stop her from doing everything in her power to protect him, but still.
She needed to think. Royanna stepped back into the shuttle, closed the emergency door behind her and let what gentle, dim light could penetrate the looming clouds above illuminate the shuttle through the less-opacified windows along the top of the bug-shaped vessel. She sat beside Christofer on the floor, and did not realize that after only a couple of minutes she had begun to unconsciously scritch her fingers along his hair in a soothing gesture. Such shows of humanity or compassion should have been unheard of to Royanna Kallenger, and they probably still were, given that she was simply too overwhelmed and dazed to actually notice it at all.
And she sat for a while.
He really hadn’t thought this through and was rather regretting it – all the chaos was very loud and overwhelming to sensitive foxen ears which had pressed back as if to try and take cover from the barrage of sensory input. He was frightened, to say the least – instinct had taken him into danger and to a certain extent the realization of just how reckless he had been was coming as a regrettable peeve in the back of his head.
There wasn’t enough time to go really thinking about it, because suddenly he found his thoughts focused on a hasty debate as to whether or not his rather-long hair was a good thing – since Kampfer’s grabbing of it had taken him out of harm’s way – or a bad thing – since it hurt like hell. Skidding and flopping to a rolling halt, trembling more than he would have liked, it took some seconds to regain his bearings and sit up wearily – only to be positively tackled, knocked over, and distraughtly clung to by the Eoclu woman whom he had so recently shoved and skillfully disarmed.
She would probably be rather upset with that, he thought – it took more concentration to focus on emotions like those than it did to merely see through the eyes and catch the spur-of-the-moment intentions or other brief constructs of the mind. There was, however, a wave of relief from the back of his mind which he could only connect with the eyes of Nirix as she embraced him there on the floor. It took him a few moments – longer moments than they seemed – to stop shaking.
He was disheveled to say the least, and looked just as one might expect him to, given his close proximity to inferno and cataclysm alike. Luckily, he had not been burned or singed, having been victim mostly to a rolling puff of sulfur and other assorted biproducts of blaze that had washed over him. Granted, there were a few minor scratches on his face, one along the left temple from where he had conked his head on one of the hydraulic pistons as he closed it. There was a small wound on his hand from when he had stumled and scraped it on something on the way down – but none of the wounds were more than skin deep, hardly even painful, and would need little more than a damp cloth and perhaps a band-aid to mend. Nirix’s wound was much worse – his nearness to the woman allowed for easier, more natural integration of his mind with hers and he was dimly aware of a pain not unlike hers, though farther and somehow detached from himself. Still could have been worse, he thought.
Or, rather, he did not think – not coherently, not for some time – because as he was just beginning to calm the shakes of adrenaline and retrospective regret of stupidity the overwhelming urge hit him like a forty ton truck and he proceeded to reciprocate the affection, clinging in turn to Nirix with something approaching desperate fervor. Initially he merely pressed himself into her, with arms sort of tucked between them, nuzzling into the soft part of her shoulder with a sense of affection which was perhaps slightly greater than one might have expected. After some time, the tenseness and faint trembling could be felt through his hands as arms wrapped around the Eoclu’s form, fingers and palms pressed into her back in the frightened vice-grip.
Then, at long, long last and as if suddenly realizing just how vulnerable he was suddenly coming off as (Or something like that?) He gently pulled himself away and shifted to a more ergonomic position. Ears had still yet to perk up again and he looked positively guilty – he had just been reprimanded for his stupidity and recklessness, after all. Smiling timidly, he looked down to the floor, eyes following up to her. From within his coat he took the silenced pistol, habitually locking in the safety with a single-handed, well-practiced absentmindedness, and held it with grip toward Nirix, offering it back. He gave a nervous little giggle.
“S-sorry ‘bout that Ny’, I, Uh…” But explaining himself would have been more difficult than simply diverting the topic, so words petered off and were replaced some seconds later with a very small urgency – he seemed to have remembered something, rifling almost clumsily under the collar of his T Shirt to produce the tiny, black flask that was hung there on a thin, black chain. He detached it and held it out to her, with a similar shyness as he had done with the pistol – further contrasting his general strangeness. “Oh, here, this’ll help.” he said. The tiny flask contained a single dose of a remarkably powerful painkiller that tasted somewhere between wretched and heinous with an aftertaste of fennel and skunk – it did not accelerate healing, but it dulled pain to almost nonexistence.
If she tried to refuse it, he would silently shake his hand a little as if urging her to just take it – though after a couple refusals if she was so persistent he would eventually return it to the chain under his shirt with the merest hint of a pout.
“W-well that was pretty crazy, huh?” he said with averted eyes, still trying to keep the recognition of his prior idiocy in the background and probably failing to do so to no small extent.
By the skill of the seasoned crew manning the control deck of Stella Viventium and Nabes himself, disaster had been averted. The hulking colony vessel moved slowly and gradually, capable of speeds in realspace of sluggish to slothlike. Even still, the auxiliary thrusters were a glaringly impressive sight, despite their girth being of only very little use to the ship itself. They were designed only for fine-positioning of the vessel and not evasive action, but with all of one side lit up and firing off full-blast it had the effect of going in the opposite direction as the more nimble, and much more skillfully maneuvered Kingsbane.
Hands shaking violently, Aelyn leaned forward, clutched at his forehead with fingers gripping scalp and long, black hair falling like syrupy ink through them. He was more non-existent than the opposite as of this particular moment, and he could not recall a time in which he had been more panicked, except perhaps…
There was a hand on his shoulder. This, of course, was impossible due to the fact that Aelyn-Paeryc Petrovalyc did not actually exist and therefore could not have been ‘touched’ by any corporeal being…Or any other being in the Universe, actually.
That meant only one thing.
By the grace of all that was, it was Alexia Petrovalyc – she had been holding onto him for the entire duration of his panic, but the distortion had evidently affected her more seriously and he was unable to perceive her presence. No words needed to be exchanged. They embraced and, gradually, began to flicker less and less, until at last they once again appeared as real and solid as anyone else. Aelyn had completely ignored his BrainPal™ for the duration of that embrace, which seemed to him to last a great deal longer than it did – and in reality lasted probably slightly longer than it should have but the Captain did not care in the slightest.
And when at length he did return his attention to his Captain’s duties, it was only with halfhearted disinterest. Regaining his usual, emotionally dead composure had proved challenging, but the two of them had been around more than long enough that they could easily help each other into emotional stability with little trouble. As the vast majority of incoming messages were absently redirected to other resources, it was the garbled nonsense code that dominated Aelyn’s mind. There it was, clear as day in his comprehension, not existing in sight or sound, yet still existing. For closer examination, he did call the numbers up into visual, so that only his eyes would manifest that precise illusion that acted as a computer screen.
A few short moments of examining that to no avail and it was on to the other problem with an incoherent grumble. There was no need to leave the mech-bay (or any other administrative chamber on the Stella, for that matter) for Aelyn to conduct most of his operations. BrainPal™ integration as well as comms screens present beside almost every doorway provided all the resources he needed to manage the great ship. He moved with haste to one such terminal, calling up the program as he approached and sending it upon arrival. It was an urgent hail directed straight for the Kingsbane which would, hopefully, be answered at some speed.
“Explain yourself. Did you have anything to do with this?” They did not, of course, though in exactly what words that statement would be made one could only assume it would be an entertaining response. Nevertheless it affected Aelyn not at all.
“Kampfer’s forces, then?” He asked, half to Nabes or Severin and half to whoever on his crew might be close enough to hear him. In this particular instance, that individual was Dorin Harkahn who replied promptly and with some tenaciousness “Nope. Actually it looks like almost all units have gone completely off the grid.”
“Some cloaking tech we’re not aware of then?”
“Unlikely. Eyes in other parts of the Galaxy ping the same. They may have initiated a mass retreat to…somewhere else, I guess. But they’re definitely…Well, gone.”
Aelyn was apparently in the mood to accept the logic and move on, returning full attention to whichever of the Kingsbane’s crew he had on the screen. BrainPal™ transmission had already confirmed that even after running the code through the expansive – and newly upgraded – Stella mainframe, the ones and zeroes had proved incomprehensible. “Are you able to make any sense of it?” he asked the Kingsbane, “We’ve got nothing, just ones and zeroes, I assume you’ve got the same thing. It’s showing up all over the Galaxy. I’ve got my team working on a translation but if you’ve got any ideas I would appreciate to hear them. And of course I do apologie for imposing my assumptions of alliance upon you, but it seems we have both been adversely affected by this…thing, and therefore have a common enemy.”
So very eloquent, even in this hectic moment…
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