Kilwen stood in aw as B came back to life. Of course he hand to look straight up which kinda hurt his neck(he is technically an old man) and stood in quiet as Q and B went at with each other, B demanding to go back after Z and Q being hesitant about it. Then the big question came to him and his reply was quick. Before saying anything to Q, he stepped onto B's extended hand and gestured his hand forward to help Q up and says "Of course Q I'll help you and B out. Seeming that Z is quite big, I'm a bit small, but I doubt Z has ever tried to strike a fast moving target" as he gives her a wink. "I'm like the ancient insect, the Cockroach, fast buggers that are almost impossible to hit when startled" as he gives her a confident smile. He then yells to B, "Alight B 4 giant steps forward and then turn right and go forward till we say stop!" he then looks at Q and says "I'm sure there are tools back at the ship we can use to fix her warp and maybe tune up her sight a bit then"
As they make there way towards the ship and after one of them said stop right on top of the ship, Kilwen goes to Q and says "Q I'm going on your judgement, if you don't want me going with you in fighting Z then I won't bring it against you, but if you want me with you then I'll still be glade to go with you" as he looks at her with his ever so much of a confident smile
As they make there way towards the ship and after one of them said stop right on top of the ship, Kilwen goes to Q and says "Q I'm going on your judgement, if you don't want me going with you in fighting Z then I won't bring it against you, but if you want me with you then I'll still be glade to go with you" as he looks at her with his ever so much of a confident smile
Public scenes are like wrecks. When they occur, even if it is small at first, people begin to take notice. They shift their gaze to its direction and stare, fascinated by what has and what will transpire. The common room of the Perrygold had become one such viewing. A small number of fellow patrons were beginning to look up from their food and conversations as the air at a particular table tensed between an Eoclu woman and a much shorter humanoid.
Wick had been enjoying his coffee in peace for some time. A man had bumped into him on his way in, but never one for pointless conflict he had ignored it. He had, however, been listening in every so often to the conversation being had between Nirix, the short humanoid, and a young Half-breed. Things had been going well for some time, the three of them getting along well enough for what sounded like two good friends and a stranger. After some time, though, the conversation turned south after the short humanoid had called Nirix the half-breed's "sidekick". Wick couldn't quite pin down the short humanoid's overall attitude. He was calm and jovial at some points, but at others he suddenly became biting and angry. Wick had met people who acted the same way, whether they recognized it or not, though he knew enough of manners to realize that assuming this man had the same particular condition would be as uncalled for as the harshness being shown at the table.
Well, Wick old boy, what should we do? he began to think. Stepping in would probably be best, at least to defuse the argument. especially since Nirix doesn't really sound to be in the best mood.
Then it was said: The short humanoid's comeback to Nirix's brief cursing. Wick, though he didn't mean to, was almost staring at the table and those seated at it. There was something more to the relationship of the Eoclu woman and the half-breed, something much more than just her being a caretaker. the two were close, though to what extent Wick was uncertain. he knew at least that they were not related, so perhaps the two had just been traveling together for a long time. He could think on that more later. For now, the incident at the nearby table was growing steadily, and Wick knew that any more conflict would involve drawn weapons. He wasn't the best at easing tensions, but it was worth a shot.
Standing, Wick chugged down the last of his coffee and approached the table, his bruises from before still giving him a little trouble as he walked. "Excuse me, but may I speak to Nirix for a moment? I wanted to ask you something about our match earlier." He said, extending both hands for handshakes with the half-breed and the short humanoid. He couldn't help but pick out specific details of both as he looked over their faces, namely their eyes. the short humanoid sat with his eyes closed, but it was evident he could see just fine despite that. On the Half breed he there was the heterochromia, but not just that. He saw an intelligence in his eyes, the sort of wisdom he often saw when looking at Alice. Seeing such a thing caused Wick to grin, but it quickly vanished as he remembered his intent. eyes shifting back to Nirix, he continued.
"Yeah, could you- is everything alright?" He asked. with his full attention on her, Wick noticed what he hadn't from afar. she didn't seem entirely balanced as she had when they fought. Nirix's stance had an ever so slight swaying to it, as was often the case with people who were dizzy. "Do you need to sit down for a minute? I could walk you back to your room. I'm headed that way anyway," He offered, though he wasn't sure whether or not Nirix would just slice him in half at this point. Still, ever ready to help a new friend avoid a pointless fight, he would persist. Wick hoped that at least his hinting at maybe stepping away for a bit was getting through; he didn't know Nirix well enough to tell.
Wick had been enjoying his coffee in peace for some time. A man had bumped into him on his way in, but never one for pointless conflict he had ignored it. He had, however, been listening in every so often to the conversation being had between Nirix, the short humanoid, and a young Half-breed. Things had been going well for some time, the three of them getting along well enough for what sounded like two good friends and a stranger. After some time, though, the conversation turned south after the short humanoid had called Nirix the half-breed's "sidekick". Wick couldn't quite pin down the short humanoid's overall attitude. He was calm and jovial at some points, but at others he suddenly became biting and angry. Wick had met people who acted the same way, whether they recognized it or not, though he knew enough of manners to realize that assuming this man had the same particular condition would be as uncalled for as the harshness being shown at the table.
Well, Wick old boy, what should we do? he began to think. Stepping in would probably be best, at least to defuse the argument. especially since Nirix doesn't really sound to be in the best mood.
Then it was said: The short humanoid's comeback to Nirix's brief cursing. Wick, though he didn't mean to, was almost staring at the table and those seated at it. There was something more to the relationship of the Eoclu woman and the half-breed, something much more than just her being a caretaker. the two were close, though to what extent Wick was uncertain. he knew at least that they were not related, so perhaps the two had just been traveling together for a long time. He could think on that more later. For now, the incident at the nearby table was growing steadily, and Wick knew that any more conflict would involve drawn weapons. He wasn't the best at easing tensions, but it was worth a shot.
Standing, Wick chugged down the last of his coffee and approached the table, his bruises from before still giving him a little trouble as he walked. "Excuse me, but may I speak to Nirix for a moment? I wanted to ask you something about our match earlier." He said, extending both hands for handshakes with the half-breed and the short humanoid. He couldn't help but pick out specific details of both as he looked over their faces, namely their eyes. the short humanoid sat with his eyes closed, but it was evident he could see just fine despite that. On the Half breed he there was the heterochromia, but not just that. He saw an intelligence in his eyes, the sort of wisdom he often saw when looking at Alice. Seeing such a thing caused Wick to grin, but it quickly vanished as he remembered his intent. eyes shifting back to Nirix, he continued.
"Yeah, could you- is everything alright?" He asked. with his full attention on her, Wick noticed what he hadn't from afar. she didn't seem entirely balanced as she had when they fought. Nirix's stance had an ever so slight swaying to it, as was often the case with people who were dizzy. "Do you need to sit down for a minute? I could walk you back to your room. I'm headed that way anyway," He offered, though he wasn't sure whether or not Nirix would just slice him in half at this point. Still, ever ready to help a new friend avoid a pointless fight, he would persist. Wick hoped that at least his hinting at maybe stepping away for a bit was getting through; he didn't know Nirix well enough to tell.
Out in deep space
After the successful dealing with the merchant mega-organization and having a bit of a glitch with getting into contact with Wan Nabes, Lord Erica was back on her T-Aorozon ship, a ship that was a flying sideways giant T in space. SHe was mostly fiddling around on her control table as she has her newly acquired erotic book open to a Rin like picture/drawing looking so cute with bed head and wrapped around bed sheets as he woke up. She was one of the few who actually read the little story that came with the drawing/picture. She enjoyed the little story, it was cute in its one little way that cuase her cheeks to become rosy red.
However her task at hand was rudely interrupted with a high energy surge in front of her ship, the signature most in line with wormholes...however as she continues to scan the energy it was off the charts. Her face went pale as she realized what this meant...intergalactic travel. She cut off her engines and entered silent running, closing her vents and all external modules and shields to hide on scanners. Of course she can't remain in silent running for too long since heat will begin to build in the ship and will need to be released soon. As the hole was opened a ship fell out. A small scout like ship came out of it and she says to herself "Odd, why does a small ship like that have using such tech reserved by capital ships?" she then zoomed in on the markings on the ship and pulled out one of many of her journals and skims though the pages, she quickly realized none of those markings are from the milky way but are actually from the an alternate universe and its large intergalactic empire after going through a couple more of her journals.
She follows the scout ship and wonders why the intergalactic empire is here. "Are they here for a possible invasion?If that's the case...that would mean I need to step up involvement there...dammit! I might as well interrogate them to see why they are here" she says to herself as she flips silent running off and steam out of her ships vents as she boosts towards the scout vessel. She sent a hailing message towards the mysterious vessel that was holding Wry and Vaxur and which says "Slow down and follow me, if you do not I will disable your engines " and if done, they would see this sideways T flying ship fly right pass them and turning off to the side towards a nearby asteroid cluster. If not done, or ignored, or even tried outrunning Erica ship would force her to open fire...
After the successful dealing with the merchant mega-organization and having a bit of a glitch with getting into contact with Wan Nabes, Lord Erica was back on her T-Aorozon ship, a ship that was a flying sideways giant T in space. SHe was mostly fiddling around on her control table as she has her newly acquired erotic book open to a Rin like picture/drawing looking so cute with bed head and wrapped around bed sheets as he woke up. She was one of the few who actually read the little story that came with the drawing/picture. She enjoyed the little story, it was cute in its one little way that cuase her cheeks to become rosy red.
However her task at hand was rudely interrupted with a high energy surge in front of her ship, the signature most in line with wormholes...however as she continues to scan the energy it was off the charts. Her face went pale as she realized what this meant...intergalactic travel. She cut off her engines and entered silent running, closing her vents and all external modules and shields to hide on scanners. Of course she can't remain in silent running for too long since heat will begin to build in the ship and will need to be released soon. As the hole was opened a ship fell out. A small scout like ship came out of it and she says to herself "Odd, why does a small ship like that have using such tech reserved by capital ships?" she then zoomed in on the markings on the ship and pulled out one of many of her journals and skims though the pages, she quickly realized none of those markings are from the milky way but are actually from the an alternate universe and its large intergalactic empire after going through a couple more of her journals.
She follows the scout ship and wonders why the intergalactic empire is here. "Are they here for a possible invasion?If that's the case...that would mean I need to step up involvement there...dammit! I might as well interrogate them to see why they are here" she says to herself as she flips silent running off and steam out of her ships vents as she boosts towards the scout vessel. She sent a hailing message towards the mysterious vessel that was holding Wry and Vaxur and which says "Slow down and follow me, if you do not I will disable your engines " and if done, they would see this sideways T flying ship fly right pass them and turning off to the side towards a nearby asteroid cluster. If not done, or ignored, or even tried outrunning Erica ship would force her to open fire...
"Ahh so this is the lucky guy?" laughed Arnaldo, looking at Wick and Nirix, "I could see it happening". Arnaldo rocked back into his chair with a hearty laugh, releasing all the tension in his face as if the previous comments where nothing." Don't worry...Nirix was it?...I was just bustin your balls, I thought maybe if you were close to Ketin, you shared his sense of humor, but I guess I was wrong!", Arnaldo, again, rocked back and gave a hearty laugh. "Take a seat ,all of you, and have a drink, and maybe some Yelwor Burgers?". Arnaldo then realized that he should, 1. Stop playing with people and 2. that he really wanted that Yelwor Burger. "Also you" calling over to Wick, " Go get your sister and come back for some food, if we are going to be neighbors, I want to get to truly know you guys, and the best way of getting to know someone is over some food", and again, Arnaldo rocked back and gave a hearty laugh. At this point people began staring, but he didn't care, he kept laughing.
Her hand was taunt, wrapped so very tightly around the hilt of her blade that she swore that it would melt with it and become one with the thing. How can anyone behave this way? What the hell was wrong with him?!
Nirix didn’t usually act with emotions, especially not under the influence of anger. Anger was the worst; it clouded your judgment and made one act without thinking. It boiled your blood and made you only see red, blood, death.
It would’ve been wise for her to stay her hand and yet the muscles in her arms pulled and contracted as if they were begging to put to action. The urge was strong to give in to and with each word that tumbled out of the irritating short man’s mouth, the Assassin felt compelled to give him a swift death by her blade…or possibly a painful one. Whatever would be most satisfying she supposed.
“Nuva uralas telsyl na i’ga syl nyel laimem! Shemlen flasil !” Her words came out in angry syllables, spitting hateful words of venom; her eyes were no longer the mysterious shade of lavender but more like dark purple flames of hatred. He knew nothing of what he was talking about and his criticism fell on her deaf ears.
And then, in one breath, it was all over.
It was as if all of the tension had never happened and this single moment was some kind of a cruel joke.
Wick, her apparent rumored lover, and sparring partner had appeared and tried, what was probably the best idea, to remove her from the situation entirely. Unfortunately, in her cooling anger, she stood up quickly and when their eyes met, she still snapped:
"Vara u’em shemlen! I do not need anything from you,"
Then she left, presumingly back to her shared cabin. It would've been better in the long run after all...
Nirix didn’t usually act with emotions, especially not under the influence of anger. Anger was the worst; it clouded your judgment and made one act without thinking. It boiled your blood and made you only see red, blood, death.
It would’ve been wise for her to stay her hand and yet the muscles in her arms pulled and contracted as if they were begging to put to action. The urge was strong to give in to and with each word that tumbled out of the irritating short man’s mouth, the Assassin felt compelled to give him a swift death by her blade…or possibly a painful one. Whatever would be most satisfying she supposed.
“Nuva uralas telsyl na i’ga syl nyel laimem! Shemlen flasil !” Her words came out in angry syllables, spitting hateful words of venom; her eyes were no longer the mysterious shade of lavender but more like dark purple flames of hatred. He knew nothing of what he was talking about and his criticism fell on her deaf ears.
And then, in one breath, it was all over.
It was as if all of the tension had never happened and this single moment was some kind of a cruel joke.
Wick, her apparent rumored lover, and sparring partner had appeared and tried, what was probably the best idea, to remove her from the situation entirely. Unfortunately, in her cooling anger, she stood up quickly and when their eyes met, she still snapped:
"Vara u’em shemlen! I do not need anything from you,"
Then she left, presumingly back to her shared cabin. It would've been better in the long run after all...
An aviary. She’d been to one of those before, but she couldn’t remember when. Or where. Or with who. Or what she saw. She blinked slowly and returned to the doorway, standing behind Drakis without another word.
Now was as good a time as any.
What are you? She tried to ask this weird voice in her head. Why are you here?
Maybe she could get some goddamn response. Maybe someone was actually willing to give her some straight answers for once, instead of speaking in riddles and cryptic science lingo.
NotSpace, she thought. Absurd.
Perhaps all was not lost. But she didn’t let her hope run away with her.
"BOY, POPS HAS KINDA’ LET THE PLACE GO."
She yelped, before glaring at her companion, embarrassed at having been so easily startled. The odd machines and half-darkness and silence and echo seemed vaguely familiar.
She sighed inwardly. When had she last slept? Her body felt oddly heavy and her eyes ached from being in this artificial light for so long. She knew that if she got into the same room as a bed she’d likely just sleep, but here on her feet with three other people, she tried not to notice her exhaustion. She didn’t want to be a burden, and she especially didn’t want to seem weak in front this friendless grumpfish and the Lord of “Friendship”.
“Mhm..” She replied. “Such a bog..”
Bog, another bit of old Martian slang, meaning a boring/unhappy activity or place. She looked around slowly, scanning the things and stuff, wondering if there was anything important still here, and, if there was, did it even work anymore?
She rubbed her face with both hands, and then slapped her cheeks a few times to wake up again, and then hurried to follow.
Now was as good a time as any.
What are you? She tried to ask this weird voice in her head. Why are you here?
Maybe she could get some goddamn response. Maybe someone was actually willing to give her some straight answers for once, instead of speaking in riddles and cryptic science lingo.
NotSpace, she thought. Absurd.
Perhaps all was not lost. But she didn’t let her hope run away with her.
"BOY, POPS HAS KINDA’ LET THE PLACE GO."
She yelped, before glaring at her companion, embarrassed at having been so easily startled. The odd machines and half-darkness and silence and echo seemed vaguely familiar.
She sighed inwardly. When had she last slept? Her body felt oddly heavy and her eyes ached from being in this artificial light for so long. She knew that if she got into the same room as a bed she’d likely just sleep, but here on her feet with three other people, she tried not to notice her exhaustion. She didn’t want to be a burden, and she especially didn’t want to seem weak in front this friendless grumpfish and the Lord of “Friendship”.
“Mhm..” She replied. “Such a bog..”
Bog, another bit of old Martian slang, meaning a boring/unhappy activity or place. She looked around slowly, scanning the things and stuff, wondering if there was anything important still here, and, if there was, did it even work anymore?
She rubbed her face with both hands, and then slapped her cheeks a few times to wake up again, and then hurried to follow.
Vaxur blinked, hearing the telltale beeping that indicated...
"We are being hailed," Commander Wyr said, wary.
"Is there a visual...?" he asked, equally cautious. It seemed that the likelihood of having to interact with other aliens in this universe, in order to actually have a better chance of finding Rin... escaped their minds.
Woops.
Which was admittedly quite stupid, come to think of it. After all, he himself knew how valuable sociality was when it came to gathering information. Which is how he was able to piece together a little bit about the elusive antisocial cadet, back at base.
Rin.
I hope he's okay... His eyes furrowed, hands clenching briefly before he forced himself to relax. Rin had an unhealthy habit of indulging his monachopsis and was still somewhat hopeless in the social aspects of their job- he was still helping him work on that (though he and Commander Wyr would usually take over if he felt too uncomfortable- they loved him too much, hah)- but-
No stop, he'll be fine- he can take care of himself he thought. He looked up to see Commander Wyr- she was looking at him, symphathetic expression on her face.
"No visual." She sighed, then patted his shoulder. "We'll find him, Vaxur," she whispered, before pressing the button to accept the message.
The message was broadcasted on the window screen, in an unknown language.
"Wha...?" He tilted his head, squinting. "I don't..."
"Translating language," Commander Wyr said, pressing a few keys before the message was then decoded into a near enough translation based on the many languages programmed into the ship.
Slow down and follow me. If you do not I will disable your engines.
He could feel Commander Wyr's irritated bristling. "Heeey, uh, at least they didn't blast us outta the sky right off the bat!" he said cheerily, earning himself an exasperated look. "Look, I know it's not the best message, but," he adopted a serious expression, "it's for Rin."
For a moment they looked at each other- Commander and Sergeant- two people, like family, looking for their missing member, lost in another universe. She pursed her lips, then typed in a message of her own.
Acknowledged. Standing by. Who is this?
"For Rin," she said.
"We are being hailed," Commander Wyr said, wary.
"Is there a visual...?" he asked, equally cautious. It seemed that the likelihood of having to interact with other aliens in this universe, in order to actually have a better chance of finding Rin... escaped their minds.
Woops.
Which was admittedly quite stupid, come to think of it. After all, he himself knew how valuable sociality was when it came to gathering information. Which is how he was able to piece together a little bit about the elusive antisocial cadet, back at base.
Rin.
I hope he's okay... His eyes furrowed, hands clenching briefly before he forced himself to relax. Rin had an unhealthy habit of indulging his monachopsis and was still somewhat hopeless in the social aspects of their job- he was still helping him work on that (though he and Commander Wyr would usually take over if he felt too uncomfortable- they loved him too much, hah)- but-
No stop, he'll be fine- he can take care of himself he thought. He looked up to see Commander Wyr- she was looking at him, symphathetic expression on her face.
"No visual." She sighed, then patted his shoulder. "We'll find him, Vaxur," she whispered, before pressing the button to accept the message.
The message was broadcasted on the window screen, in an unknown language.
"Wha...?" He tilted his head, squinting. "I don't..."
"Translating language," Commander Wyr said, pressing a few keys before the message was then decoded into a near enough translation based on the many languages programmed into the ship.
Slow down and follow me. If you do not I will disable your engines.
He could feel Commander Wyr's irritated bristling. "Heeey, uh, at least they didn't blast us outta the sky right off the bat!" he said cheerily, earning himself an exasperated look. "Look, I know it's not the best message, but," he adopted a serious expression, "it's for Rin."
For a moment they looked at each other- Commander and Sergeant- two people, like family, looking for their missing member, lost in another universe. She pursed her lips, then typed in a message of her own.
Acknowledged. Standing by. Who is this?
"For Rin," she said.
Wick, unsurprisingly, had been unable to understand the slew of curses that cam from Nirix. He had expected that her reaction wouldn't have been a pleasant one, but at least a conflict hadn't come about. Though this did also mean that he most likely would not have anyone to get drinks with later. Well, he supposed he could go by himself if anything. His brain registering Arnaldo's request after Nirix began to walk away, He guessed Alice could come down if she wanted to, but after the day he had had he wasn't very up for it.
"I'll send my sister down, but I'm not really feeling too well myself. Nice to meet you guys, though. The name's Wick Silverstone." He said, giving both the humanoid and the half-breed a pat on the back before walking away to his room.
When he arrived, Alice sat in the room's one chair reading through an old book. not many people used the physical copies anymore now that one could just download a copy on any personal device, but she was always a fan of the classics. "How did your exercise go?" She asked.
Wick shrugged. "Eh, it was alright. I got to spar with one of our neighbors," he said.
"Sounds like fun." Alice noted without looking up from her book.
"And then I went to the common room and ended up pissing her off."
That got her attention. Alice closed her book and looked up at her older brother. "Huh? What did you do?" Wick explained the events at the common room, of how there had almost been a fight between the Eoclu girl next door and a short humanoid man. he had stepped in, though his intrusion into the matter hadn't done much. very shortly after the Eoclu woman had walked off, he had returned. The mention of a short humanoid made Alice feel a twinge of guilt. She remembered one coming to the door of their room hours ago, telling her to quiet down a bit, and she had slammed the door in his face. Would he be angry about that?
"The short guy wants to get to know us better, apparently. I told him I couldn't go, but that maybe you could go talk with him for a while." Wick finished.
"WHAT?"
"Come on, it's better than being stuck in the room all day, right? Plus it'd be good for you to make some friends."
"I have friends. they're just all back home." Alice retorted. she REALLY didn't want to go, but it was clear that Wick wanted her to for at least a few minutes. And knowing him, he would continue to bug her about it until she got up. "But fine, I'll go. I don't plan on being out long though." Grabbing her leather jacket, Alice moved past her brother and out of the door to head for the commons.
"I'll send my sister down, but I'm not really feeling too well myself. Nice to meet you guys, though. The name's Wick Silverstone." He said, giving both the humanoid and the half-breed a pat on the back before walking away to his room.
When he arrived, Alice sat in the room's one chair reading through an old book. not many people used the physical copies anymore now that one could just download a copy on any personal device, but she was always a fan of the classics. "How did your exercise go?" She asked.
Wick shrugged. "Eh, it was alright. I got to spar with one of our neighbors," he said.
"Sounds like fun." Alice noted without looking up from her book.
"And then I went to the common room and ended up pissing her off."
That got her attention. Alice closed her book and looked up at her older brother. "Huh? What did you do?" Wick explained the events at the common room, of how there had almost been a fight between the Eoclu girl next door and a short humanoid man. he had stepped in, though his intrusion into the matter hadn't done much. very shortly after the Eoclu woman had walked off, he had returned. The mention of a short humanoid made Alice feel a twinge of guilt. She remembered one coming to the door of their room hours ago, telling her to quiet down a bit, and she had slammed the door in his face. Would he be angry about that?
"The short guy wants to get to know us better, apparently. I told him I couldn't go, but that maybe you could go talk with him for a while." Wick finished.
"WHAT?"
"Come on, it's better than being stuck in the room all day, right? Plus it'd be good for you to make some friends."
"I have friends. they're just all back home." Alice retorted. she REALLY didn't want to go, but it was clear that Wick wanted her to for at least a few minutes. And knowing him, he would continue to bug her about it until she got up. "But fine, I'll go. I don't plan on being out long though." Grabbing her leather jacket, Alice moved past her brother and out of the door to head for the commons.
Erica smiled seeing that the foreign ship is cooperating. Her ship zooms right over the Vaxur and Wry's craft and was right in in front of them. She got the message from them and so she sent one back saying "If you suspect I am a pirate, I am not, just follow me and I'll answer anything you want". Assuming that they accepted the message and not shoot in her in the back, she would slowly guide them around an asteroid belt and into an old abandon asteroid base with its airlock still in working order.
Once they entered another message will appear saying "Land next to me and slowly exit your ship with your limbs or whatever you have in few for both of our safety"as they fly through the abandon mining base with old mining equipment just abandon around. Once she landed her ship's hull opened, but no one came out till Wry and Vaxur exit...all this assuming they are still following what she instructed.
Once they entered another message will appear saying "Land next to me and slowly exit your ship with your limbs or whatever you have in few for both of our safety"as they fly through the abandon mining base with old mining equipment just abandon around. Once she landed her ship's hull opened, but no one came out till Wry and Vaxur exit...all this assuming they are still following what she instructed.
Christofer would easily be noting the bothering thoughts that seemed to be clouding Royanna's head. No, he could not read thoughts, but he could sense that she was troubled and her expression, distant and somewhat frustrated spoke for her, sparing some words. Not sure if there was something he could do about this, how could he cheer her up? Words were scarce, he couldn't really think straight, but he was trying. Walking up on his own was going to be hard, the fact on how he was leaning on the woman already made it clear that his wobbly legs had trouble as is. Carrying Kallenger was definitely not an option. They'd both fall off and down the stairs if he did that. He was at a bit of a loss.
Wasn't much that he could do, but eventually the canid came to a slight conclusion. Royanna would be distracted enough with her thoughts so that he might go and slip away, try and support himself somewhere on the other side of the stairs, catch a little break. Even if he had grown mostly numb, it varied a lot whether Roy had a too tight for comfort grip on him or if he barely felt it at all. This would get her to focus more on the situation, on walking. Perhaps she wouldn't stumble anymore. The least he'd want was for the woman to get further hurt. Nevermind him, but if she fell, that'd not be pleasant.
So he waited, saw if the woman was good to go on her own.
"Please... Save your strength... I can try and get up myself... You don't need to carry me..." Speaking quietly, dryly, like a whisper in a way, but he flashed her the briefest of smiles and seemed rather tranquil while staying up against the railing.
He'd be trying to stay strong. Carry himself so that the other didn't need to worry.
And when Roy got back to moving - hopefully - Christofer himself fell slowly, but it was controlled, for the most part. Although he might have grunted upon landing his palms onto the stairs themselves, that wouldn't be holding him back from getting up the stairs. Hopping, moving on all fours rather than walking on those two weakened legs of his. He'd be moving a little faster this way. After a couple of steps the motion becoming almost like a reflex of sorts to move one arm, then the other, legs, just hopping up from level to another. He'd likely pass Kallenger on his way up, though shortly it became apparent that he much preferred the arm that had not gotten a bullet through it when hopping, so it was more on all 3 rather than all 4.
As to when he got on the top and finally reached the end of the stairs and got up? That's where he collapsed, turning around to wait for the woman to follow, and then slump down, breathing and awake still, but with the world spinning around him. Eyes focused on the other person, much of the rest dark and made his head heavy. Yet still there was an attempt on keeping that smile on. It was pretty much the only thing he could do. But he'd hope that it helped. He couldn't even jest on making it or managing to get up the stairs faster than the woman. He was out of breath, and his strength was running considerably low as well.
For the next and last bit he'd still try and make his own way forward, pushing just a little harder if that's what it took to not get caught by Royanna. He was pretty lost with directions, but there was some sensing and other factors in play and awake so that he could manage to push himself to get to the right room. Be it against the wall, or the floor, he'd make it.
And they did finally reach the medical bay. What luck? Really, he could just collapse and be ready to pass out and probably never wake up again, not in a few weeks at least, but that would be a little too brutal now wouldn't it? Death was... A little too soon... Soothing as getting to finally sleep and rest without having to worry about anything or the need for another crusial escape or anything. Oh yes, it was tempting. But it did not feel right. And would he really be able to rest easy? Knowing that he'd probably just crushed the one whom he was trying to support?
No answers needed, it was clear.
He was up at this point, on eye level with the only other person in the room. His gaze was tired, but focused enough so that he still saw her clearly in the middle of all the clouds. He'd be trying to ask What now? if he could, but words weren't going to do it now. Looking around slowly, only taking careful slow necessary steps to move forward and further. Canid hoped to help search for the right things to aid them, but he wouldn't do much on his own.
Too tired to be startled, Christofer could only turn his head to look towards Kallenger, slamming her arms against the bed. Fur at the tip of his tail stiffened, but that must have just been the attempt of trying to feel something. That body was not functioning properly, even if it wanted to and tried so hard.
".... Are you ok...? Roy...?" Concerned at the back of his head at this behaviour.
Worried, though not understanding even near half of the things that were going on, the canid moved closer. Seeing the whole session with the syringe and all that, but it awoke no feelings in him. It was as if the memory of it was erased right after it left his sight. It might have helped Kallenger to regain some of herself, but did absolutely nothing to the state of the other.
".... Roy....?"
Very much lost, the next things that happened passed right through his head and faded quick without doing much to his memories at all. How he got on that bed? What were all these monitors for? What was happening? No idea what so ever. Nada. All lost.
The last moments of which he'd have any consciousness at all were spent rather lost. He was laying down, perhaps. Hearing all sorts of static noise, world now turning more white than black as his head got heavier. It got cloudy quick, he was feeling so sick, so nauseous. It was horrible. Suddenly he had gotten all of his feeling back, but at the same time he was still fully numb just as he had been only mere seconds ago. But all of the feelings that he had were horrible. There was nothing nice, nothing soft, warm, or anything like that. It was all horrible. He wanted to throw up. There was a grave need for him to throw up all of a sudden. But what would he even throw up? Nothing? Dry heave? Bile? Blood? No idea, but as much as he knew that throwing up tended to make the person feel better almost instantly after the act, he'd not do it. Keep still, no throwing up his insides. Not today...
His vision slowly faded more towards that cloudy white, eventually but quickly enough he was blind, not capable of seeing anything. Hearing was clogged up with that ever increasing static noise. He didn't want to pass out. He was sure he was going to pass out. He was going to be gone. But he didn't want to do that. That'd stress out Kallenger. He had to fight to stay awake. He couldn't pass out here. Couldn't die here. No. He couldn't. He couldn't.... All the senses left him. On the last passing moment there was only feeling left, and when he had passed right through the white phase, the last thing he felt was the touch of a hand before everything became black.
Wasn't much that he could do, but eventually the canid came to a slight conclusion. Royanna would be distracted enough with her thoughts so that he might go and slip away, try and support himself somewhere on the other side of the stairs, catch a little break. Even if he had grown mostly numb, it varied a lot whether Roy had a too tight for comfort grip on him or if he barely felt it at all. This would get her to focus more on the situation, on walking. Perhaps she wouldn't stumble anymore. The least he'd want was for the woman to get further hurt. Nevermind him, but if she fell, that'd not be pleasant.
So he waited, saw if the woman was good to go on her own.
"Please... Save your strength... I can try and get up myself... You don't need to carry me..." Speaking quietly, dryly, like a whisper in a way, but he flashed her the briefest of smiles and seemed rather tranquil while staying up against the railing.
He'd be trying to stay strong. Carry himself so that the other didn't need to worry.
And when Roy got back to moving - hopefully - Christofer himself fell slowly, but it was controlled, for the most part. Although he might have grunted upon landing his palms onto the stairs themselves, that wouldn't be holding him back from getting up the stairs. Hopping, moving on all fours rather than walking on those two weakened legs of his. He'd be moving a little faster this way. After a couple of steps the motion becoming almost like a reflex of sorts to move one arm, then the other, legs, just hopping up from level to another. He'd likely pass Kallenger on his way up, though shortly it became apparent that he much preferred the arm that had not gotten a bullet through it when hopping, so it was more on all 3 rather than all 4.
As to when he got on the top and finally reached the end of the stairs and got up? That's where he collapsed, turning around to wait for the woman to follow, and then slump down, breathing and awake still, but with the world spinning around him. Eyes focused on the other person, much of the rest dark and made his head heavy. Yet still there was an attempt on keeping that smile on. It was pretty much the only thing he could do. But he'd hope that it helped. He couldn't even jest on making it or managing to get up the stairs faster than the woman. He was out of breath, and his strength was running considerably low as well.
For the next and last bit he'd still try and make his own way forward, pushing just a little harder if that's what it took to not get caught by Royanna. He was pretty lost with directions, but there was some sensing and other factors in play and awake so that he could manage to push himself to get to the right room. Be it against the wall, or the floor, he'd make it.
And they did finally reach the medical bay. What luck? Really, he could just collapse and be ready to pass out and probably never wake up again, not in a few weeks at least, but that would be a little too brutal now wouldn't it? Death was... A little too soon... Soothing as getting to finally sleep and rest without having to worry about anything or the need for another crusial escape or anything. Oh yes, it was tempting. But it did not feel right. And would he really be able to rest easy? Knowing that he'd probably just crushed the one whom he was trying to support?
No answers needed, it was clear.
He was up at this point, on eye level with the only other person in the room. His gaze was tired, but focused enough so that he still saw her clearly in the middle of all the clouds. He'd be trying to ask What now? if he could, but words weren't going to do it now. Looking around slowly, only taking careful slow necessary steps to move forward and further. Canid hoped to help search for the right things to aid them, but he wouldn't do much on his own.
Too tired to be startled, Christofer could only turn his head to look towards Kallenger, slamming her arms against the bed. Fur at the tip of his tail stiffened, but that must have just been the attempt of trying to feel something. That body was not functioning properly, even if it wanted to and tried so hard.
".... Are you ok...? Roy...?" Concerned at the back of his head at this behaviour.
Worried, though not understanding even near half of the things that were going on, the canid moved closer. Seeing the whole session with the syringe and all that, but it awoke no feelings in him. It was as if the memory of it was erased right after it left his sight. It might have helped Kallenger to regain some of herself, but did absolutely nothing to the state of the other.
".... Roy....?"
Very much lost, the next things that happened passed right through his head and faded quick without doing much to his memories at all. How he got on that bed? What were all these monitors for? What was happening? No idea what so ever. Nada. All lost.
The last moments of which he'd have any consciousness at all were spent rather lost. He was laying down, perhaps. Hearing all sorts of static noise, world now turning more white than black as his head got heavier. It got cloudy quick, he was feeling so sick, so nauseous. It was horrible. Suddenly he had gotten all of his feeling back, but at the same time he was still fully numb just as he had been only mere seconds ago. But all of the feelings that he had were horrible. There was nothing nice, nothing soft, warm, or anything like that. It was all horrible. He wanted to throw up. There was a grave need for him to throw up all of a sudden. But what would he even throw up? Nothing? Dry heave? Bile? Blood? No idea, but as much as he knew that throwing up tended to make the person feel better almost instantly after the act, he'd not do it. Keep still, no throwing up his insides. Not today...
His vision slowly faded more towards that cloudy white, eventually but quickly enough he was blind, not capable of seeing anything. Hearing was clogged up with that ever increasing static noise. He didn't want to pass out. He was sure he was going to pass out. He was going to be gone. But he didn't want to do that. That'd stress out Kallenger. He had to fight to stay awake. He couldn't pass out here. Couldn't die here. No. He couldn't. He couldn't.... All the senses left him. On the last passing moment there was only feeling left, and when he had passed right through the white phase, the last thing he felt was the touch of a hand before everything became black.
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Christofer - the lost boy with no idea how things around worked at all, just tagging along, trying to make clear of things - stayed asleep and passed out for quite the long time. No idea how long it had taken. He didn't know of the time, not the date. Nothing. Likely he wouldn't be understanding any of it either. Things were so different...
But those thoughts had passed out on and forth. He had not, for the longest short time, not thought of much on the side of not understanding anything that was going on with this new strange world. He had only been thinking of the people around him. Their presence mattered more than understanding the world around him. He'd have time to learn, but he couldn't do it alone. He Needed these other people. And with that, he was glad to having been able to keep them. Most of them at least. Some of them... Not many... The most important ones.
The boy awoke slowly, not moving all that much, just kinda sorta phasing past the sleeping state and slowly opening his eyes. It was white still, his senses were numb, body weak still along them. Time was not flowing for all that he knew, that's how it felt. He'd turn in the bed he recognized having laid in, turned from one side to lay on his stomach, to get on the support of his elbows. Still not fling anything, the canid was only partly conscious. Not feeling, or seeing, or hearing, it was so weird. Not the softness or hardness of the bed. Not the lights or possible windows, shelves anything. He couldn't even hear if there was something going on. Nothing.
For the longest time, there was nothing. His thought were frozen and the brief looking around had done nothing for him. He was like some braindead creature, not understanding a single thing going or not going on. He could only barely recognize then that for a while he had just been looking at Kallenger, though he could not feel her head pressed up against his body. It stopped him, but he couldn't think much of it.
Eyes that looked were tired, not understanding, but there was somehow trust in them. At least he was seeing something, there was one of his senses back, partly. But his eyes were dry. So dry... Dry enough to not change color all that much despite the lighting. He'd need to blink, How long had he just been looking on?
That showed aside, Christofer moved a little. Still just as numb as he had been for a while now, the canid slowly slid himself off the bed, carefully, toes reaching to touch the floor, barely making contact but already he knew that he still couldn't feel a thing. Strange... But he didn't think of it much. Didn't think much at all. Didn't think on much of where he was, who he was. Just nothing. Was he even wearing anything? That... didn't matter... He wouldn't have the time to check on it, nor enough consciousness to care or do much about it. Why no time? He just wouldn't know.
Taking yet another look at Kallenger, the boy did not want to leave the room or go too far, but his body was screaming for him to move, again, to get something for his legs, muscles, his body as a whole. He needed something to use them for. It really felt like that to him. That if he didn't use them, they were going to never do anything again. Still, he did not stress about it. He couldn't feel a thing, but it was just something in his head that told him that he should move and walk forward, do these things.
He'd be back soon. He promised.
He'd make a plan on going to seek out the showers, some nice wash could probably help him feel a little better. Not that he'd go right now, but it'd be cool to see where things were. But other than the shower, he'd be planning on out to go see where they'd be finding new clothes, and maybe hopefully some food too. That was his plan as of this moment. But as promised. Canid wouldn't go far. Not too far.
He was outside of the room now, exploring around, slowly. Things were still much too white for him to get a proper grip of, but he was managing somehow. He could hear his stomach growling quietly, feel it even. Oh. Finally feel something. That was good. He was getting his feeling back. There wasn't much on the side of getting the rest of his senses back. All he could taste was the blood that had been in his mouth for so long. That and the medicine from the medical bay still being the only things he could smell. Oh, but right, hearing had slowly recovered itself again. It wasn't much, though it worked in his favour.
But he had his feeling back. And things were a little painful. That stomach, so empty. The acids were probably biting themselves right through them it, though as far as the sound that came from it, and the rumbling. Hand being held over it as he moved forward on this little exploration trip. Slowly rubbing over the emptiness. Somehow he just felt that there wasn't going to be much food here for him...
Occasionally the canid took breaks, sitting down somewhere on the floor, still not having enough senses or simply just not being awake enough to care much. He'd look around on his place, not think much. Acting almost as if he was only partly there, not sure if even alive at all. But he was there. That's something he knew. He Was There.
Eventually returning to the medicinal bay, the canid had come mostly empty handed. Nothing much on himself, but at least he had gotten some of the stiffness off his legs. At least that... Moving back close o the bed, there wasn't much on the way of thoughts in his mind. Wouldn't be of much use to check on the tools in the room. He might understand a little more now, being less cloudy minded now, but he was no expert on medicine or anything around them, so it was better that he just leave them be.
He'd assume the same spot on the bed as he climbed onto it. That spot... It was almost like there were outlines for where he had been laying. The bloody outlines, showing it clearly. This was the spot. A part of him wanted to go and lay on the other side. It'd feel nicer to his body, probably. But for some reason he just really wanted to go and lay down the same way, lift the head of Kallenger to the same spot while brushing some of the blood off her face with his palms and fingers. It'd be nice to see her again, to feel her too, even if he hadn't been far or gone for long. It'd be nice... With that thought, the canid would close his eyes and go back to sleep again.
And at that point, he woke up.
Christofer - the lost boy with no idea how things around worked at all, just tagging along, trying to make clear of things - stayed asleep and passed out for quite the long time. No idea how long it had taken. He didn't know of the time, not the date. Nothing. Likely he wouldn't be understanding any of it either. Things were so different...
But those thoughts had passed out on and forth. He had not, for the longest short time, not thought of much on the side of not understanding anything that was going on with this new strange world. He had only been thinking of the people around him. Their presence mattered more than understanding the world around him. He'd have time to learn, but he couldn't do it alone. He Needed these other people. And with that, he was glad to having been able to keep them. Most of them at least. Some of them... Not many... The most important ones.
The boy awoke slowly, not moving all that much, just kinda sorta phasing past the sleeping state and slowly opening his eyes. It was white still, his senses were numb, body weak still along them. Time was not flowing for all that he knew, that's how it felt. He'd turn in the bed he recognized having laid in, turned from one side to lay on his stomach, to get on the support of his elbows. Still not fling anything, the canid was only partly conscious. Not feeling, or seeing, or hearing, it was so weird. Not the softness or hardness of the bed. Not the lights or possible windows, shelves anything. He couldn't even hear if there was something going on. Nothing.
For the longest time, there was nothing. His thought were frozen and the brief looking around had done nothing for him. He was like some braindead creature, not understanding a single thing going or not going on. He could only barely recognize then that for a while he had just been looking at Kallenger, though he could not feel her head pressed up against his body. It stopped him, but he couldn't think much of it.
Eyes that looked were tired, not understanding, but there was somehow trust in them. At least he was seeing something, there was one of his senses back, partly. But his eyes were dry. So dry... Dry enough to not change color all that much despite the lighting. He'd need to blink, How long had he just been looking on?
That showed aside, Christofer moved a little. Still just as numb as he had been for a while now, the canid slowly slid himself off the bed, carefully, toes reaching to touch the floor, barely making contact but already he knew that he still couldn't feel a thing. Strange... But he didn't think of it much. Didn't think much at all. Didn't think on much of where he was, who he was. Just nothing. Was he even wearing anything? That... didn't matter... He wouldn't have the time to check on it, nor enough consciousness to care or do much about it. Why no time? He just wouldn't know.
Taking yet another look at Kallenger, the boy did not want to leave the room or go too far, but his body was screaming for him to move, again, to get something for his legs, muscles, his body as a whole. He needed something to use them for. It really felt like that to him. That if he didn't use them, they were going to never do anything again. Still, he did not stress about it. He couldn't feel a thing, but it was just something in his head that told him that he should move and walk forward, do these things.
He'd be back soon. He promised.
He'd make a plan on going to seek out the showers, some nice wash could probably help him feel a little better. Not that he'd go right now, but it'd be cool to see where things were. But other than the shower, he'd be planning on out to go see where they'd be finding new clothes, and maybe hopefully some food too. That was his plan as of this moment. But as promised. Canid wouldn't go far. Not too far.
He was outside of the room now, exploring around, slowly. Things were still much too white for him to get a proper grip of, but he was managing somehow. He could hear his stomach growling quietly, feel it even. Oh. Finally feel something. That was good. He was getting his feeling back. There wasn't much on the side of getting the rest of his senses back. All he could taste was the blood that had been in his mouth for so long. That and the medicine from the medical bay still being the only things he could smell. Oh, but right, hearing had slowly recovered itself again. It wasn't much, though it worked in his favour.
But he had his feeling back. And things were a little painful. That stomach, so empty. The acids were probably biting themselves right through them it, though as far as the sound that came from it, and the rumbling. Hand being held over it as he moved forward on this little exploration trip. Slowly rubbing over the emptiness. Somehow he just felt that there wasn't going to be much food here for him...
Occasionally the canid took breaks, sitting down somewhere on the floor, still not having enough senses or simply just not being awake enough to care much. He'd look around on his place, not think much. Acting almost as if he was only partly there, not sure if even alive at all. But he was there. That's something he knew. He Was There.
Eventually returning to the medicinal bay, the canid had come mostly empty handed. Nothing much on himself, but at least he had gotten some of the stiffness off his legs. At least that... Moving back close o the bed, there wasn't much on the way of thoughts in his mind. Wouldn't be of much use to check on the tools in the room. He might understand a little more now, being less cloudy minded now, but he was no expert on medicine or anything around them, so it was better that he just leave them be.
He'd assume the same spot on the bed as he climbed onto it. That spot... It was almost like there were outlines for where he had been laying. The bloody outlines, showing it clearly. This was the spot. A part of him wanted to go and lay on the other side. It'd feel nicer to his body, probably. But for some reason he just really wanted to go and lay down the same way, lift the head of Kallenger to the same spot while brushing some of the blood off her face with his palms and fingers. It'd be nice to see her again, to feel her too, even if he hadn't been far or gone for long. It'd be nice... With that thought, the canid would close his eyes and go back to sleep again.
And at that point, he woke up.
Q
Returning to the ship, Q hugged Kilwen one last time. "I'm going to trust my judgement this time, Kilwen. I've been so unsure about everything right up until this point... but you've taught me some really valuable lessons. I can't thank you enough." Releasing her embrace on the old man, she hesitantly started to move towards B with spare tools in hand.
"Just make sure you'll stay safe, okay? You might have a Z of your own on your hands if this Ova person gets out of control. I don't know when I'll be back or if I'll make it back at all... but... I hope to see you again, Kilwen. Even if I have to carve you out of another giant dragon. Until that day, best of luck to you."
She waved her goodbye and climbed into B, set on getting that wormhole device fixed.
It had been hours. The sun had set into the distance, and Q was still working on the device inside of B.
Several times she had tried to fix B's vision instead, but there were so many missing pieces that fixing her eye was practically impossible. As Q resorted more and more to cannibalizing old pieces of B's eye and laser cannon, B began to become restless.
"Hurry up."
"I'm trying my best, B... This isn't exactly a walk in the park. I wasn't built like you were, so I have no idea how all of these parts and pieces function and work together... I'm really sorry."
"Sorry will not cover innocent lives ruined by Z. We need to get moving, and fast."
"W-What do you want me to do?? Magically fix every broken circuit in your body? B, I'm not an Iridiite scientist... I-I can't finish thi-"
"You are an Iridiite, though. We were made by the same people for the same reasons. You may not feel like you can fix the wormhole device, but I have full faith in you."
"You j-just want to punch Z in the face quicker."
"FIVE TIMES, Q!! FIVE TIMES IN THE FACE FOR WHAT SHE DID TO ME!!"
"C-C-Calm down! When y-you yell, your entire body shakes! I n-need stable footing!"
Grudgingly, B shut her trap and stayed still so Q could do her best work. It had grown fairly dark now. The only visible light was the endless amount of stars in the sky, a glistening moon, and Q's flashlight eye illuminating the various pieces of machinery she had to work with.
Everything was beginning to weigh down on her. B's impatience, the seemingly endless array of broken pieces flowing one after another, and the tension of Z looming over their heads.
"Hurry up." B whispered.
"B! Please! Be patient! Don't you realize that if I get even one part of this machine wrong, if I enter a single wrong digit or connect one wrong wire, we'll all be blown to bits?! It's not as easy as just connecting this piece to that piece and this wire to that circuit board! I can't just try to build this like it's a children's building block set! I want to get it right the first time! The math, B! There's very complex MATH behind all of this! MATH!!!"
An overwhelmingly loud hum filled the chasm in B's head, starting at a very low frequency and then slowly rising until it was a loud, audible, droning sound. In her blind minute of frustration, Q had been frantically and randomly piecing pieces of the device and several other mechanical contraptions together in the way that she had been advising against. In shock and awe, she stepped back to observe the haphazardly constructed machine.
It functioned. Energy flowed once again through the device, firing it back to life.
"Now THAT'S a sound I like to hear." B happily chuckled.
Q nervously babbled at the sight of her less than careful work. "B, I know what you're thinking, but I-I-I don't know if this is exactly what we're looking for... we... we're going to need to-"
"LETS GET HER!!" B roared as she fired the wormhole device into the night sky. There was a tremendous shock wave as the device tore open the very fabric of space and time, opening a functioning gateway among the stars. The thrusters on her wings fired to life, spewing out sand and debris before flaring to life and providing lift for the massive machine. Q huddled herself tightly in a corner created by the battle with Z and held on for dear life as without hesitation, B rocketed into the wormhole and vanished.
The sensation was glorious. Travelling through a rift was unlike anything Q had ever experienced before. To think that this mode of transport was Iridiite standard! The complete satisfaction of actually achieving such a miraculous finish was overwhelming... until panic started to creep in. If B had her way, they would be starting their search for Z as soon as they left the wormhole. There was nothing Q could do at this point besides hold on for dear life.
...
With a roar, B tore through the exit and out of the wormhole. Her maw hand clamped down in anticipation.
"Alright, Q! Where are we?! I'm ready to get searching for that no-good monster!" She boomed with excitement.
Q worked her way from the twisted components inside of B's head, crawling towards the open hole that Z had left. Carefully holding on as to not get thrown out, she peered out quietly and nervously.
There was nothing.
It was a dark, reddish void. There were no stars, there were no visible planets, not even stray chunks of rock or asteroids. Q gasped and retreated back a bit into B. Shakily, she took a spare chunk of metal and tossed it out of B's eye. It floated in a straight line, eventually slowing down and hovering mid air, perfectly still.
There was no gravity. There was seemingly no space. There seemed to be friction, but it didn't make sense. This was not anywhere that Q knew, and she began to panic and worry.
"B... D-Don't freak out.. And, And I know that I-I-I'm freaking out, b-but don't do that. W-We've run into a bit of an issue here..."
She did her best to remember what it would be like with Kilwen there, and did her best to calm herself down. She was her best when she was calm. Overly excited or nervous, she would not think things through as well.
"We've accessed a different dimension, B. We're not in any position to find Z... I'm not even sure we exist in this place... Oh man, I knew I should have taken a bit longer with fixing the algorithms when I was resetting them..."
B went from excited back to frustrated within a record two seconds. The inner mechanisms of her body groaned and grumbled in protest to this development. "So you're saying we're done for."
"I'm saying that I just need to work with the wormhole device a bit more, perhaps if I could integrate a control system so I could actually predict where the wormhole will take us instead of banking on the old Iridiite's system of randomized transportation..."
"... And how long will that take?" B complained quietly, her voice barely echoing through the bizarre realm.
Q sighed and threw down a tool she was using to adjust the device, gathering up enough courage to walk straight on out of B and into the void, she made enough progress to the point where she could stand in front of B to address her. Ignoring the endless nothing below her, she intended to make herself clear.
"Listen, B. I was really excited to see you come back but so far, you've been little to no help. I was overjoyed to learn from you, to work with you, to possibly get information from you about the Iridiites! D-Did you hear me back on that planet?! I... Look, that might not be the point right now, but h-here's the actual point. I just need your cooperation for as long as the device isn't functioning properly. We need to get back to our own dimension, and unless we want to get lost even further... I-I need to fix the wormhole device. And I know that I'm slow, but right n-now, it's just me!"
Her voice echoed through the void, her frustration repeating itself a few times over and then fading out entirely. She looked up towards B... and it was apparent that she didn't get it.
"Ugh..." Q expelled from her voice box with dissatisfaction. Turning around, she yelled into the endless void as though it would solve all of her problems. "I WISH I HAD SOMEBODY TO HELP ME!!!"
Q's complaint echoed into the dark red nothingness as she stood there, seemingly hovering in the infinite gloom. Eventually it faded away, inaudible. She turned back towards B, unhappily readying herself to get back to work.
"What was that? Hello?" A voice echoed from the void.
Q whirled around quicker than she had ever done before, listening as the new voice echoed her way. It sounded familiar, like she had heard it before.
"Help, I said! Can you help me?!" She yelled back towards the mystery person.
"Help? What a coincidence! I need that too! We could help each other, maybe??"
Q sprinted towards B with an enthusiasm she hadn't had since B was first coming to life. "B! Please tell me you heard that! Quickly! We need to get to them!"
Reluctantly, B moved forward, propelling herself through the strange void.
Foggily, a silhouette formed in the darkness. The closer B got, the clearer it was. Familiar shapes appeared, colors started to become apparent.
Q gasped in shock, her system nearly overloading and blacking out as numbers frantically raced through her head again. No wonder the voice was similar! The other person was her! Well, not quite her, but... it certainly looked like her! Another Series 1 B and a Q in the same predicament! B and Q were staring at themselves, who were staring right back in equal confusion.
There was silence between the two of them for quite some time. Eventually, the other Q spoke up.
"D-Did you fix a wormhole device and end up here l-like we did?"
"... Y-yes?"
"..."
"..."
"You wanna try and work this out together?"
"Do we have a choice?"
"Hey, maybe you could count us in as well?" Another voice echoed from beyond.
Both of the Q's looked in the voices direction in confusion, recognizing the voice this time around. This didn't make sense. Q did her best to wrap her calculations around what was happening right now, and no doubt the other Q was doing the same thing. Slowly, more and more IRI-Q's and busted Series 1 B's appeared from the void, some very similar, some very different... but all with the same problem.
It started to become apparent to everyone what was going on. Numbers, questions, various statements, and strange looks began to fly between the congregation of B's and Q's.
Just about every single Q in every single dimension had just fiddled with a wormhole device... and accidentally showed up in the exact same spot.
Returning to the ship, Q hugged Kilwen one last time. "I'm going to trust my judgement this time, Kilwen. I've been so unsure about everything right up until this point... but you've taught me some really valuable lessons. I can't thank you enough." Releasing her embrace on the old man, she hesitantly started to move towards B with spare tools in hand.
"Just make sure you'll stay safe, okay? You might have a Z of your own on your hands if this Ova person gets out of control. I don't know when I'll be back or if I'll make it back at all... but... I hope to see you again, Kilwen. Even if I have to carve you out of another giant dragon. Until that day, best of luck to you."
She waved her goodbye and climbed into B, set on getting that wormhole device fixed.
It had been hours. The sun had set into the distance, and Q was still working on the device inside of B.
Several times she had tried to fix B's vision instead, but there were so many missing pieces that fixing her eye was practically impossible. As Q resorted more and more to cannibalizing old pieces of B's eye and laser cannon, B began to become restless.
"Hurry up."
"I'm trying my best, B... This isn't exactly a walk in the park. I wasn't built like you were, so I have no idea how all of these parts and pieces function and work together... I'm really sorry."
"Sorry will not cover innocent lives ruined by Z. We need to get moving, and fast."
"W-What do you want me to do?? Magically fix every broken circuit in your body? B, I'm not an Iridiite scientist... I-I can't finish thi-"
"You are an Iridiite, though. We were made by the same people for the same reasons. You may not feel like you can fix the wormhole device, but I have full faith in you."
"You j-just want to punch Z in the face quicker."
"FIVE TIMES, Q!! FIVE TIMES IN THE FACE FOR WHAT SHE DID TO ME!!"
"C-C-Calm down! When y-you yell, your entire body shakes! I n-need stable footing!"
Grudgingly, B shut her trap and stayed still so Q could do her best work. It had grown fairly dark now. The only visible light was the endless amount of stars in the sky, a glistening moon, and Q's flashlight eye illuminating the various pieces of machinery she had to work with.
Everything was beginning to weigh down on her. B's impatience, the seemingly endless array of broken pieces flowing one after another, and the tension of Z looming over their heads.
"Hurry up." B whispered.
"B! Please! Be patient! Don't you realize that if I get even one part of this machine wrong, if I enter a single wrong digit or connect one wrong wire, we'll all be blown to bits?! It's not as easy as just connecting this piece to that piece and this wire to that circuit board! I can't just try to build this like it's a children's building block set! I want to get it right the first time! The math, B! There's very complex MATH behind all of this! MATH!!!"
An overwhelmingly loud hum filled the chasm in B's head, starting at a very low frequency and then slowly rising until it was a loud, audible, droning sound. In her blind minute of frustration, Q had been frantically and randomly piecing pieces of the device and several other mechanical contraptions together in the way that she had been advising against. In shock and awe, she stepped back to observe the haphazardly constructed machine.
It functioned. Energy flowed once again through the device, firing it back to life.
"Now THAT'S a sound I like to hear." B happily chuckled.
Q nervously babbled at the sight of her less than careful work. "B, I know what you're thinking, but I-I-I don't know if this is exactly what we're looking for... we... we're going to need to-"
"LETS GET HER!!" B roared as she fired the wormhole device into the night sky. There was a tremendous shock wave as the device tore open the very fabric of space and time, opening a functioning gateway among the stars. The thrusters on her wings fired to life, spewing out sand and debris before flaring to life and providing lift for the massive machine. Q huddled herself tightly in a corner created by the battle with Z and held on for dear life as without hesitation, B rocketed into the wormhole and vanished.
The sensation was glorious. Travelling through a rift was unlike anything Q had ever experienced before. To think that this mode of transport was Iridiite standard! The complete satisfaction of actually achieving such a miraculous finish was overwhelming... until panic started to creep in. If B had her way, they would be starting their search for Z as soon as they left the wormhole. There was nothing Q could do at this point besides hold on for dear life.
...
With a roar, B tore through the exit and out of the wormhole. Her maw hand clamped down in anticipation.
"Alright, Q! Where are we?! I'm ready to get searching for that no-good monster!" She boomed with excitement.
Q worked her way from the twisted components inside of B's head, crawling towards the open hole that Z had left. Carefully holding on as to not get thrown out, she peered out quietly and nervously.
There was nothing.
It was a dark, reddish void. There were no stars, there were no visible planets, not even stray chunks of rock or asteroids. Q gasped and retreated back a bit into B. Shakily, she took a spare chunk of metal and tossed it out of B's eye. It floated in a straight line, eventually slowing down and hovering mid air, perfectly still.
There was no gravity. There was seemingly no space. There seemed to be friction, but it didn't make sense. This was not anywhere that Q knew, and she began to panic and worry.
"B... D-Don't freak out.. And, And I know that I-I-I'm freaking out, b-but don't do that. W-We've run into a bit of an issue here..."
She did her best to remember what it would be like with Kilwen there, and did her best to calm herself down. She was her best when she was calm. Overly excited or nervous, she would not think things through as well.
"We've accessed a different dimension, B. We're not in any position to find Z... I'm not even sure we exist in this place... Oh man, I knew I should have taken a bit longer with fixing the algorithms when I was resetting them..."
B went from excited back to frustrated within a record two seconds. The inner mechanisms of her body groaned and grumbled in protest to this development. "So you're saying we're done for."
"I'm saying that I just need to work with the wormhole device a bit more, perhaps if I could integrate a control system so I could actually predict where the wormhole will take us instead of banking on the old Iridiite's system of randomized transportation..."
"... And how long will that take?" B complained quietly, her voice barely echoing through the bizarre realm.
Q sighed and threw down a tool she was using to adjust the device, gathering up enough courage to walk straight on out of B and into the void, she made enough progress to the point where she could stand in front of B to address her. Ignoring the endless nothing below her, she intended to make herself clear.
"Listen, B. I was really excited to see you come back but so far, you've been little to no help. I was overjoyed to learn from you, to work with you, to possibly get information from you about the Iridiites! D-Did you hear me back on that planet?! I... Look, that might not be the point right now, but h-here's the actual point. I just need your cooperation for as long as the device isn't functioning properly. We need to get back to our own dimension, and unless we want to get lost even further... I-I need to fix the wormhole device. And I know that I'm slow, but right n-now, it's just me!"
Her voice echoed through the void, her frustration repeating itself a few times over and then fading out entirely. She looked up towards B... and it was apparent that she didn't get it.
"Ugh..." Q expelled from her voice box with dissatisfaction. Turning around, she yelled into the endless void as though it would solve all of her problems. "I WISH I HAD SOMEBODY TO HELP ME!!!"
Q's complaint echoed into the dark red nothingness as she stood there, seemingly hovering in the infinite gloom. Eventually it faded away, inaudible. She turned back towards B, unhappily readying herself to get back to work.
"What was that? Hello?" A voice echoed from the void.
Q whirled around quicker than she had ever done before, listening as the new voice echoed her way. It sounded familiar, like she had heard it before.
"Help, I said! Can you help me?!" She yelled back towards the mystery person.
"Help? What a coincidence! I need that too! We could help each other, maybe??"
Q sprinted towards B with an enthusiasm she hadn't had since B was first coming to life. "B! Please tell me you heard that! Quickly! We need to get to them!"
Reluctantly, B moved forward, propelling herself through the strange void.
Foggily, a silhouette formed in the darkness. The closer B got, the clearer it was. Familiar shapes appeared, colors started to become apparent.
Q gasped in shock, her system nearly overloading and blacking out as numbers frantically raced through her head again. No wonder the voice was similar! The other person was her! Well, not quite her, but... it certainly looked like her! Another Series 1 B and a Q in the same predicament! B and Q were staring at themselves, who were staring right back in equal confusion.
There was silence between the two of them for quite some time. Eventually, the other Q spoke up.
"D-Did you fix a wormhole device and end up here l-like we did?"
"... Y-yes?"
"..."
"..."
"You wanna try and work this out together?"
"Do we have a choice?"
"Hey, maybe you could count us in as well?" Another voice echoed from beyond.
Both of the Q's looked in the voices direction in confusion, recognizing the voice this time around. This didn't make sense. Q did her best to wrap her calculations around what was happening right now, and no doubt the other Q was doing the same thing. Slowly, more and more IRI-Q's and busted Series 1 B's appeared from the void, some very similar, some very different... but all with the same problem.
It started to become apparent to everyone what was going on. Numbers, questions, various statements, and strange looks began to fly between the congregation of B's and Q's.
Just about every single Q in every single dimension had just fiddled with a wormhole device... and accidentally showed up in the exact same spot.
"And this is what happens when you try to 1. Go out of your comfort zone and 2. Communicate with others" thought Arnaldo. Arnaldo returned to a normal sitting position but his body language gave off a sense of embarassment. "Hey Ketin, if you don't already hate me for messing with your friend, do you mind apologizing for me later. Come to think of it, there is no way in hell I could team up with you guys if she hates me, *sigh* well Ill order us some burgers and maybe the guy from earlier's sister will come down here and you too could get to know each other.", then Arnaldo hailed over a server and ordered 4 Yelwor burgers, in case anyone else wanted to join them. "You know Ketin, I have been acting pretty erratic recently, and I wanted to say sorry for that, its just, after not trusting people and running from governments, its weird to converse with someone, without going a wee crazy, ya know?" said Arnaldo after taking a bite from his freshly rehydrated burger, food still in his mouth while talking.
FINALE FROM THE DIFFERENT DIMENSION: PART 1
"Alright, everybody! Please! Listen up!" Q shouted through the void. Heads turned towards her. The other Q units fell silent.
"We're all equally frightened, and we're all equally lost. There's really only one way out of this mess, and that is to work together! W-We're geniuses, right? All of us are capable of great mathematical and scientific achievements! We got here, and we can also get out of here! What do you say?"
"I say that you have a great idea!"
"I say that I wasn't very scared, but I certainly agree we are seriously lost! Team up!"
Our Q clasped her hands together hopefully. "Okay. Some of us need to form a small circle, right around this point! Position B so she's facing inward, bring your tools with you! Those of you not in the immediate circle, we're still going to need some of your help!"
B units moved in a less-than-gracious arc and formed a large circle, enough to where multiple Q's could move back and forth between each other's giant companion. They looked towards Q for the next set of instructions.
"This is where it gets tricky. We need to start from scratch here with our wormhole devices."
There was a commotion in the group. Start over? Were they able to do that?
"No time for arguing, please! We need as much help as we can get, and we have limited time. Those of you in the inner circle, we need you to dismantle your wormhole devices, leaving them at just the basic components! Put all of the extra pieces in the center of the circle, and we'll go from there!"
Q units from outside the circle quickly helped the innermost Q units make quick work of the giant, clunky wormhole devices. Extra circuitry, machinery, and computer bits were placed in the center of the circle, leaving each Q with the basic foundation for the wormhole device, a single Iridiite rift-generator. It was small enough to fit in a Q's hand, but powerful enough to open wormholes big enough to let something like B travel through space.
Q looked up at the pile of extra pieces and components, then at her fellow Q units, eagerly awaiting her next idea.
"Here's the goal. We take this rift-generator, and from these extra pieces... We make a miniature wormhole device. Something we can hold in our hands, something we can program to travel to where WE want, be it in our own dimensions, or out of them!"
The other Q units suddenly got a hold of what Q was suggesting. Q could tell that each of them was running numbers in their heads, figuring out what this meant for them, should they be able to succeed. A Q could break the very fabric of space, travel the galaxy... no, the universe! Infinite universes!
"We'll have to keep each other in check, though. I say, we unite! Unite as one for a better future! Do you know what that means for a lowly Q like us?" Q boldly proclaimed to the mass.
"No more fearing Z?"
"No more abandonment on strange planets?!"
"This is a plan I could get behind!"
"W-Well, what I have in mind is more like a book club or maybe a monthly hobby group or-"
"No more feeling scared! We're a team! Team Q's!"
If B had an eye, she would have rolled it in doubt, but she couldn't say that the Q's had anything other than ambition. If it got her out of this mess, it would be perfectly acceptable in her own mind.
Q took a moment to calm herself and regain her composure. Keeping herself in check was harder than it looked. She had a new respect for Kilwen, who was somehow able to put up with her. "W-Well... Q's! The clock is ticking. We need a way out, and we're going to need it fast! So, uh, lets get going!"
There was a unanimous cheer from the rest of the Q units. Quickly, hundreds of Q units ran into the circle, finding other Q's with rift-generators, working together to piece together a device that would allow them to escape the reddish nothingness.
It wasn't long before a team of Q units had nailed it. That team then spread out, helping other Q's achieve the same level of perfection with their devices, so on and so forth. The inner circle had made functioning devices and there were still parts and pieces to spare. Even most of the B units were surprised at the speed that the Q units had achieved their goal. With the inner circle of Q's completing their devices, they turned to our Q, eagerly awaiting her next idea.
"... Uh, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to go?"
"Eh? You said we're a team, right? If we go, where are we going to come back to? Here? I don't really think that here will work out."
"I second the motion. Come on, Leader Q! You've got to have a better idea than just leaving! What if somebody else gets their hands on this? This is like, new age Iridiite tech!"
"L-Leader Q?! M-Me? W-W-Well I-I..."
"Lea-der Q! Lea-der Q! Lea-der Q!" The others began to chant. It was clear that they wanted more than just a friendly group meeting every once in a while. They had been inspired, they had achieved, and as most scientists do, they wanted more.
Q turned towards B. "B! What do I do?! This isn't what I was expecting at all! I didn't know I could get myself so riled up! Am I really that bipolar?"
B simply smiled. "Well, Gee. You know, I do remember a certain someone being incredibly excited by something as simple as a discarded core..."
Q tensed up in embarrassment. She was that bipolar. Oh dear.
B continued. "But if I was you, I would take this opportunity and throttle it! Throttle it with a hand that is a gigantic jaw! Like mine! But, except with your tiny, science-y hands. So, Leader Q, what are you waiting for?"
Q turned around slowly to face her fellow Q units. All of them were looking at her with a smug "You know you want it" kind of face, the kind of face Q would make at herself if she knew that she wanted it.
After all that research and fear of galactic empires, space races, and her out-of-control sister... Q had a chance to become as powerful as them. It started slowly, but Q began to warm up to the idea little by little.
"Okay, but you all promise you won't get mad if it gets to my head a little?"
"Eh, we're you. We get it."
That was enough for Leader Q. Climbing up on top of her B unit, she raised her arms up and proclaimed to her fellow Iridiites: "A BASE!! WE'LL MAKE A HUGE SPACE-BASE FOR ALL IRIDIITES AND CALL IT HEAVEN!! IRI-HEAVEN!!"
All of the Q units let out a cheer. Clearly, it was getting to all of their heads.
"We're going to find our lost companions and bring them aboard! Work in unity to progress farther than our creators did! Return to your dimensions! Bring every IRI bot you can find!"
The Q units were beyond hyped at this moment, but the B units were mumbling between each other quietly.
"... Uh, we're also gonna, imprison every Z unit here!"
Every B unit roared in approval. There was a chorus of "OOOOOOOOOOH"'s and "HECK YEAH THAT'S FREAKING RUDE" and similar phrases of similar caliber. That was easy.
"Now go! Gather our family, gather resources! We build our paradise today!"
With that final command, Leader Q had solidified her role as the leader of this makeshift army of Q units. Wormholes opened everywhere as Q units went out in search of their lost family members, some gathering together, most going alone.
Leader Q set her own device for where she needed to go. It had gotten to her head alright. If only Kilwen could see her now! Without hesitation, she too, left to find whatever IRI she could.
"Alright, everybody! Please! Listen up!" Q shouted through the void. Heads turned towards her. The other Q units fell silent.
"We're all equally frightened, and we're all equally lost. There's really only one way out of this mess, and that is to work together! W-We're geniuses, right? All of us are capable of great mathematical and scientific achievements! We got here, and we can also get out of here! What do you say?"
"I say that you have a great idea!"
"I say that I wasn't very scared, but I certainly agree we are seriously lost! Team up!"
Our Q clasped her hands together hopefully. "Okay. Some of us need to form a small circle, right around this point! Position B so she's facing inward, bring your tools with you! Those of you not in the immediate circle, we're still going to need some of your help!"
B units moved in a less-than-gracious arc and formed a large circle, enough to where multiple Q's could move back and forth between each other's giant companion. They looked towards Q for the next set of instructions.
"This is where it gets tricky. We need to start from scratch here with our wormhole devices."
There was a commotion in the group. Start over? Were they able to do that?
"No time for arguing, please! We need as much help as we can get, and we have limited time. Those of you in the inner circle, we need you to dismantle your wormhole devices, leaving them at just the basic components! Put all of the extra pieces in the center of the circle, and we'll go from there!"
Q units from outside the circle quickly helped the innermost Q units make quick work of the giant, clunky wormhole devices. Extra circuitry, machinery, and computer bits were placed in the center of the circle, leaving each Q with the basic foundation for the wormhole device, a single Iridiite rift-generator. It was small enough to fit in a Q's hand, but powerful enough to open wormholes big enough to let something like B travel through space.
Q looked up at the pile of extra pieces and components, then at her fellow Q units, eagerly awaiting her next idea.
"Here's the goal. We take this rift-generator, and from these extra pieces... We make a miniature wormhole device. Something we can hold in our hands, something we can program to travel to where WE want, be it in our own dimensions, or out of them!"
The other Q units suddenly got a hold of what Q was suggesting. Q could tell that each of them was running numbers in their heads, figuring out what this meant for them, should they be able to succeed. A Q could break the very fabric of space, travel the galaxy... no, the universe! Infinite universes!
"We'll have to keep each other in check, though. I say, we unite! Unite as one for a better future! Do you know what that means for a lowly Q like us?" Q boldly proclaimed to the mass.
"No more fearing Z?"
"No more abandonment on strange planets?!"
"This is a plan I could get behind!"
"W-Well, what I have in mind is more like a book club or maybe a monthly hobby group or-"
"No more feeling scared! We're a team! Team Q's!"
If B had an eye, she would have rolled it in doubt, but she couldn't say that the Q's had anything other than ambition. If it got her out of this mess, it would be perfectly acceptable in her own mind.
Q took a moment to calm herself and regain her composure. Keeping herself in check was harder than it looked. She had a new respect for Kilwen, who was somehow able to put up with her. "W-Well... Q's! The clock is ticking. We need a way out, and we're going to need it fast! So, uh, lets get going!"
There was a unanimous cheer from the rest of the Q units. Quickly, hundreds of Q units ran into the circle, finding other Q's with rift-generators, working together to piece together a device that would allow them to escape the reddish nothingness.
It wasn't long before a team of Q units had nailed it. That team then spread out, helping other Q's achieve the same level of perfection with their devices, so on and so forth. The inner circle had made functioning devices and there were still parts and pieces to spare. Even most of the B units were surprised at the speed that the Q units had achieved their goal. With the inner circle of Q's completing their devices, they turned to our Q, eagerly awaiting her next idea.
"... Uh, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to go?"
"Eh? You said we're a team, right? If we go, where are we going to come back to? Here? I don't really think that here will work out."
"I second the motion. Come on, Leader Q! You've got to have a better idea than just leaving! What if somebody else gets their hands on this? This is like, new age Iridiite tech!"
"L-Leader Q?! M-Me? W-W-Well I-I..."
"Lea-der Q! Lea-der Q! Lea-der Q!" The others began to chant. It was clear that they wanted more than just a friendly group meeting every once in a while. They had been inspired, they had achieved, and as most scientists do, they wanted more.
Q turned towards B. "B! What do I do?! This isn't what I was expecting at all! I didn't know I could get myself so riled up! Am I really that bipolar?"
B simply smiled. "Well, Gee. You know, I do remember a certain someone being incredibly excited by something as simple as a discarded core..."
Q tensed up in embarrassment. She was that bipolar. Oh dear.
B continued. "But if I was you, I would take this opportunity and throttle it! Throttle it with a hand that is a gigantic jaw! Like mine! But, except with your tiny, science-y hands. So, Leader Q, what are you waiting for?"
Q turned around slowly to face her fellow Q units. All of them were looking at her with a smug "You know you want it" kind of face, the kind of face Q would make at herself if she knew that she wanted it.
After all that research and fear of galactic empires, space races, and her out-of-control sister... Q had a chance to become as powerful as them. It started slowly, but Q began to warm up to the idea little by little.
"Okay, but you all promise you won't get mad if it gets to my head a little?"
"Eh, we're you. We get it."
That was enough for Leader Q. Climbing up on top of her B unit, she raised her arms up and proclaimed to her fellow Iridiites: "A BASE!! WE'LL MAKE A HUGE SPACE-BASE FOR ALL IRIDIITES AND CALL IT HEAVEN!! IRI-HEAVEN!!"
All of the Q units let out a cheer. Clearly, it was getting to all of their heads.
"We're going to find our lost companions and bring them aboard! Work in unity to progress farther than our creators did! Return to your dimensions! Bring every IRI bot you can find!"
The Q units were beyond hyped at this moment, but the B units were mumbling between each other quietly.
"... Uh, we're also gonna, imprison every Z unit here!"
Every B unit roared in approval. There was a chorus of "OOOOOOOOOOH"'s and "HECK YEAH THAT'S FREAKING RUDE" and similar phrases of similar caliber. That was easy.
"Now go! Gather our family, gather resources! We build our paradise today!"
With that final command, Leader Q had solidified her role as the leader of this makeshift army of Q units. Wormholes opened everywhere as Q units went out in search of their lost family members, some gathering together, most going alone.
Leader Q set her own device for where she needed to go. It had gotten to her head alright. If only Kilwen could see her now! Without hesitation, she too, left to find whatever IRI she could.
Vaxur whistled. "Big ship."
Wyr nodded, then blinked as another message was transmitted to them.
If you suspect that I am a pirate- I am not. Just follow me, and I will answer any questions you have.
She clenched her fists, then released them with an inaudible sigh. Trusting strangers... if this turned out wrong-
The risk is worth it, she thought to herself, looking back at Vaxur, who was awaiting her decision in silence. Our tea- family is incomplete.
She sent a message- Understood- before tilting her head forward. "Proceed, Sergeant."
They were guided through an asteroid belt, through large chunks of solid rock, and smaller yet still all the more dangerous pieces of solid rubble. A difficult space, Wyr thought, looking around as Vaxur wove through the rocks.
A base loomed before them, seemingly abandoned- if not for the still perfectly functioning airlock. She absently wondered whether the military could be convinced that a base situated in an area full of asteriods was possible before another message caught her attention.
Land next to me and slowly exit your ship with your limbs or whatever you have in view- for both of our safety.
Vaxur snorted. "Classic 'put your hands in the air,' huh?"
Wyr glared at him, no heat in her look, before he rolled his eyes, sighing. "I'll leave my rifle. Man, I'm so glad Rin upgraded our armor..."
With that, they both stepped out, hands to their sides, clearly carrying nothing, ready to meet their unexpected escort and possible ally.
Wyr nodded, then blinked as another message was transmitted to them.
If you suspect that I am a pirate- I am not. Just follow me, and I will answer any questions you have.
She clenched her fists, then released them with an inaudible sigh. Trusting strangers... if this turned out wrong-
The risk is worth it, she thought to herself, looking back at Vaxur, who was awaiting her decision in silence. Our tea- family is incomplete.
She sent a message- Understood- before tilting her head forward. "Proceed, Sergeant."
They were guided through an asteroid belt, through large chunks of solid rock, and smaller yet still all the more dangerous pieces of solid rubble. A difficult space, Wyr thought, looking around as Vaxur wove through the rocks.
A base loomed before them, seemingly abandoned- if not for the still perfectly functioning airlock. She absently wondered whether the military could be convinced that a base situated in an area full of asteriods was possible before another message caught her attention.
Land next to me and slowly exit your ship with your limbs or whatever you have in view- for both of our safety.
Vaxur snorted. "Classic 'put your hands in the air,' huh?"
Wyr glared at him, no heat in her look, before he rolled his eyes, sighing. "I'll leave my rifle. Man, I'm so glad Rin upgraded our armor..."
With that, they both stepped out, hands to their sides, clearly carrying nothing, ready to meet their unexpected escort and possible ally.
Rin followed the team to the hanger, hands together, then not, fingers twitching, occasionally brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
It didn't take a genius to notice that he was nervous.
But why?
Maybe because, I don't know- what I'm going to propose might be insane? If coming from a different galaxy was such a big deal around here, then- what of a different universe? Even in his world it's never been proven, only a theory- but here he was, not dead, and- so far from...
He let put an inaudible sigh. He... he had to do this. He didn't know what this... Lord Ova was capable of, but he knew he was currently in possession of the one thing connecting him to his own universe. His only link, his only chance of getting home.
He led the way then, passing by several ships- all undoubtedly Queen Cathorine's- before stopping in front of his own ship.
For a moment he stared down the Nemesis, every crook and cranny bringing back memories of how he'd built her- him, a dusty naive desert rat, creating from junk something that would help him touch the stars.
He steeled himself, then went inside the cargo ship below it- connected seamlessly, to make it look like one ship.
He'd have to show them where to shoot to disconnect the fighter from the cargo ship in case of an emergency.
He went to the very back, hearing the steady sound of footsteps following behind him- a slight buzzing of his ears. A dull sharpness around the arms. A prickling feeling, around the back of his neck. A burning at the tips of his ears. Yes, they were all here.
"This is an Eisan generator." His mouth felt dry. The large silver circular device thrummed before them, a light blue glow emanating from inside it. What looked like black engravings connected in certain areas of the generator seemed to give off a slight shine, as if the glow permeated through there, too. "It's what makes intergalactic travel possible, in my- universe."
His knees felt wobbly. He'd never admitted how truly far he was, out loud. He pushed on, hurrying to explain. "It's normally used in bigger ships, like- suppy ships, cruisers, carriers, mother ships. Not scouts, bombers, cargo ships, or fighters- they have hyperdrives. For interstellar travel. It was an experiment- I was on a planet with a lot of raw energy in its atmosphere, it was to help with calculations, see if the ship could take the amount needed to open a wormhole but- I was ambushed."
Stop shaking. He moved on. "I tried to open a hyperspace window but my hyperdrive got hit so energy flow went to the Eisan generator instead. It made an unstable wormhole- I should have died- but-" he bit his lip. "There's a theory, wherein if an unstable wormhole is established... there's a chance it could create a space-time universal bridge. It's only a theory. In truth, I should have died. Yet... here I am."
In another universe.
He sighed heavily, then leant over, pressing a few keys. The generator opened, revealing what appeared to be a crystal- the source of the blue light. It was cracked, stark white spiderwebbed fractures adorning the core. "It's heavily damaged... and I don't have a replacement crystal. But even so... I- I still have a small chance. With this. This is the only way back to my universe. There's too many universes... billions. This is like the string leading to the needle in a haystack."
He steeled his shoulders. "And this Lord Ova is threatening my world. I can't- I can't let that happen. So I need you guys to promise me something, because I don't know if I- I need people to trust with this." He hardened his voice, ignoring the feeling of his heart breaking into a million pieces. "If worse comes to worst... I want you to do everything in your power to get it out of her hands. Out of anyone's hands." He stared at each and every one of the team's eyes, fighting the wetness building in his own. "Everything."
Even if it means destroying it.
"Promise me," he whispered.
It didn't take a genius to notice that he was nervous.
But why?
Maybe because, I don't know- what I'm going to propose might be insane? If coming from a different galaxy was such a big deal around here, then- what of a different universe? Even in his world it's never been proven, only a theory- but here he was, not dead, and- so far from...
He let put an inaudible sigh. He... he had to do this. He didn't know what this... Lord Ova was capable of, but he knew he was currently in possession of the one thing connecting him to his own universe. His only link, his only chance of getting home.
He led the way then, passing by several ships- all undoubtedly Queen Cathorine's- before stopping in front of his own ship.
For a moment he stared down the Nemesis, every crook and cranny bringing back memories of how he'd built her- him, a dusty naive desert rat, creating from junk something that would help him touch the stars.
He steeled himself, then went inside the cargo ship below it- connected seamlessly, to make it look like one ship.
He'd have to show them where to shoot to disconnect the fighter from the cargo ship in case of an emergency.
He went to the very back, hearing the steady sound of footsteps following behind him- a slight buzzing of his ears. A dull sharpness around the arms. A prickling feeling, around the back of his neck. A burning at the tips of his ears. Yes, they were all here.
"This is an Eisan generator." His mouth felt dry. The large silver circular device thrummed before them, a light blue glow emanating from inside it. What looked like black engravings connected in certain areas of the generator seemed to give off a slight shine, as if the glow permeated through there, too. "It's what makes intergalactic travel possible, in my- universe."
His knees felt wobbly. He'd never admitted how truly far he was, out loud. He pushed on, hurrying to explain. "It's normally used in bigger ships, like- suppy ships, cruisers, carriers, mother ships. Not scouts, bombers, cargo ships, or fighters- they have hyperdrives. For interstellar travel. It was an experiment- I was on a planet with a lot of raw energy in its atmosphere, it was to help with calculations, see if the ship could take the amount needed to open a wormhole but- I was ambushed."
Stop shaking. He moved on. "I tried to open a hyperspace window but my hyperdrive got hit so energy flow went to the Eisan generator instead. It made an unstable wormhole- I should have died- but-" he bit his lip. "There's a theory, wherein if an unstable wormhole is established... there's a chance it could create a space-time universal bridge. It's only a theory. In truth, I should have died. Yet... here I am."
In another universe.
He sighed heavily, then leant over, pressing a few keys. The generator opened, revealing what appeared to be a crystal- the source of the blue light. It was cracked, stark white spiderwebbed fractures adorning the core. "It's heavily damaged... and I don't have a replacement crystal. But even so... I- I still have a small chance. With this. This is the only way back to my universe. There's too many universes... billions. This is like the string leading to the needle in a haystack."
He steeled his shoulders. "And this Lord Ova is threatening my world. I can't- I can't let that happen. So I need you guys to promise me something, because I don't know if I- I need people to trust with this." He hardened his voice, ignoring the feeling of his heart breaking into a million pieces. "If worse comes to worst... I want you to do everything in your power to get it out of her hands. Out of anyone's hands." He stared at each and every one of the team's eyes, fighting the wetness building in his own. "Everything."
Even if it means destroying it.
"Promise me," he whispered.
Once landed and she saw there hands, she gave out a sigh of relief and then says to herself "Here we go", foot steps can be heard as she exits the ship, first her brown boots then her brown pants and then her torso was covered with a large poncho like coat, but with her arm raised pointing a glock-like blaster pistol at them, it exposed the tight white shirt underneath. She looks slightly irritated and she finally spoke.
"I know who you both and who you serve! I know you don't belong in this universe! Now tell me has your beloved empire decided to invade other universes now?! Hm!? I already have enough shit to deal with in this universe I don't need another group deciding to come on here and cause more problems. So tell me why you are here, before I send you both back as a message to the Galactic empire to not come here" she says to them in there tongue, seeing that investigating there language the old fashion way, was out of the question this point for Lord Erica. She firmly holds her gun towards them as she holds her Dendril chainsaw sword in the other as she waits for a reply from them.
"I know who you both and who you serve! I know you don't belong in this universe! Now tell me has your beloved empire decided to invade other universes now?! Hm!? I already have enough shit to deal with in this universe I don't need another group deciding to come on here and cause more problems. So tell me why you are here, before I send you both back as a message to the Galactic empire to not come here" she says to them in there tongue, seeing that investigating there language the old fashion way, was out of the question this point for Lord Erica. She firmly holds her gun towards them as she holds her Dendril chainsaw sword in the other as she waits for a reply from them.
FINALE FROM THE DIFFERENT DIMENSION: PART 2
Aboard The Perrygold, the scene in the cargo bay had reached a stalemate.
"I told you to be quick!" Irin said crossly to G.
"Hey, you're not the one in a box, Irin. But, since I am in one, I can't go after the crook! I'm not... air-o-dynamic? Air-vent-o-dynamic? You get the gist."
Irih beeped her usual complaints. The three were now stuck in a strange predicament, no matter who was at fault.
"Would it be a good idea to just go onto the upper levels and try to catch them then?" Irin questioned.
"It would be a lot of work." G replied, her holographic image flickering. "There's a chance we might get spotted, or worse! Thrown overboard!"
"Then perhaps we could offer you something." A voice sounded from behind the trio.
Unanimously, the trio turned around, coming face to face with two Q units. A strange wormhole was opened inside of an empty crate, glistening.
"Our leader has sent us to find the remaining IRI series robots from this dimension in her absence. If you come with us, we can promise a new and bright future for you all Iridiite-kind." One declared to Irin and her friends.
"Wait, so there are like, going to be tons of us in one spot? You're telling us that we're going to have a giant family?" Irin's colors glowed with enthusiasm at this idea. "That's, like, what we were looking for this whole time! Unbelievable..."
G was equally excited at the prospect. Beneath the sheet, her orange core shone brightly. "Y-Yes! Of course! We'd love to go! Right, smalls?"
Irih beeped and errored excitedly. She was on board with this as well.
"Just, one question." Irin interrupted. "What do you mean that your Leader is absent?"
The Q units smiled, guiding the three into the wormhole. "It means that she is taking care of some business here. Don't worry, she will return soon enough.
Aboard The Diplomat was a lone Iril, staring out into the endless space outside of the imperial ship.
Toffi and Kallenger had made it out alive, but they had left her alone.
They were finally happy. And safe. Safety, that was important.
A strange sound started emanating from the wall behind her, the window reflecting light from the inside.
Calmly, and slowly, into the diplomat stepped a shy Q unit.
Iril was amazed and astounded. She had never encountered another Iridiite robot before, much less a robot that looked anything like her. There was an immediate connection, as though they had known each other.
"E-Excuse me..." The quiet Q stuttered. "My leader has requested that you come with me... we are in the process of building a place for our discarded kind... and we were wondering if you would like to... join us."
...
"This is... a place-
-for robots like me?" Iril questioned the visitor. The Q unit nodded it's head. "Yes, this is for you. For you and for all like you and I. We... can be one there."
Iril turned around and looked out into space again, pondering her decision. Did Kallenger and Toffi need her at this point? A clunky, leftover machine with a lost arm?
...
No. She had confidence that they could go on without her. Their story and her story would branch off at this point. They had different places to go, she was sure of it.
"I will go... on-
-just one condition."
The Q unit respectfully bowed. "If you insist. Whenever you are ready, I will be too."
Iril slowly moved to a large viewing screen in the lower level of The Diplomat. Finding a cord that plugged into the computer's mainframe, she wrote and displayed one final message for her friends.
"Kallenger and Toffi.
It is with a heavy heart that I must leave you. There has been an offer that I cannot refuse, a chance to be with my own kind.
Remember me, as we may one day meet again. Where, I know not, but know that I will be waiting for that day with eager joy.
Do not fight between yourselves. You will need to maintain your friendship if you will live. No longer will I be able to be your shield, so be extra careful, too.
Thank you so much for this adventure. May your Iril-less adventures be just as bold, and the best of luck be with you."
-Iril."
A pained feeling flowed through her system, but it was no time for that. Slowly, she moved back to the wormhole, taking in every last bit she could before she entered the portal and vanished from the realm.
Aboard The Perrygold, the scene in the cargo bay had reached a stalemate.
"I told you to be quick!" Irin said crossly to G.
"Hey, you're not the one in a box, Irin. But, since I am in one, I can't go after the crook! I'm not... air-o-dynamic? Air-vent-o-dynamic? You get the gist."
Irih beeped her usual complaints. The three were now stuck in a strange predicament, no matter who was at fault.
"Would it be a good idea to just go onto the upper levels and try to catch them then?" Irin questioned.
"It would be a lot of work." G replied, her holographic image flickering. "There's a chance we might get spotted, or worse! Thrown overboard!"
"Then perhaps we could offer you something." A voice sounded from behind the trio.
Unanimously, the trio turned around, coming face to face with two Q units. A strange wormhole was opened inside of an empty crate, glistening.
"Our leader has sent us to find the remaining IRI series robots from this dimension in her absence. If you come with us, we can promise a new and bright future for you all Iridiite-kind." One declared to Irin and her friends.
"Wait, so there are like, going to be tons of us in one spot? You're telling us that we're going to have a giant family?" Irin's colors glowed with enthusiasm at this idea. "That's, like, what we were looking for this whole time! Unbelievable..."
G was equally excited at the prospect. Beneath the sheet, her orange core shone brightly. "Y-Yes! Of course! We'd love to go! Right, smalls?"
Irih beeped and errored excitedly. She was on board with this as well.
"Just, one question." Irin interrupted. "What do you mean that your Leader is absent?"
The Q units smiled, guiding the three into the wormhole. "It means that she is taking care of some business here. Don't worry, she will return soon enough.
Aboard The Diplomat was a lone Iril, staring out into the endless space outside of the imperial ship.
Toffi and Kallenger had made it out alive, but they had left her alone.
They were finally happy. And safe. Safety, that was important.
A strange sound started emanating from the wall behind her, the window reflecting light from the inside.
Calmly, and slowly, into the diplomat stepped a shy Q unit.
Iril was amazed and astounded. She had never encountered another Iridiite robot before, much less a robot that looked anything like her. There was an immediate connection, as though they had known each other.
"E-Excuse me..." The quiet Q stuttered. "My leader has requested that you come with me... we are in the process of building a place for our discarded kind... and we were wondering if you would like to... join us."
...
"This is... a place-
-for robots like me?" Iril questioned the visitor. The Q unit nodded it's head. "Yes, this is for you. For you and for all like you and I. We... can be one there."
Iril turned around and looked out into space again, pondering her decision. Did Kallenger and Toffi need her at this point? A clunky, leftover machine with a lost arm?
...
No. She had confidence that they could go on without her. Their story and her story would branch off at this point. They had different places to go, she was sure of it.
"I will go... on-
-just one condition."
The Q unit respectfully bowed. "If you insist. Whenever you are ready, I will be too."
Iril slowly moved to a large viewing screen in the lower level of The Diplomat. Finding a cord that plugged into the computer's mainframe, she wrote and displayed one final message for her friends.
"Kallenger and Toffi.
It is with a heavy heart that I must leave you. There has been an offer that I cannot refuse, a chance to be with my own kind.
Remember me, as we may one day meet again. Where, I know not, but know that I will be waiting for that day with eager joy.
Do not fight between yourselves. You will need to maintain your friendship if you will live. No longer will I be able to be your shield, so be extra careful, too.
Thank you so much for this adventure. May your Iril-less adventures be just as bold, and the best of luck be with you."
-Iril."
A pained feeling flowed through her system, but it was no time for that. Slowly, she moved back to the wormhole, taking in every last bit she could before she entered the portal and vanished from the realm.
FINALE FROM THE DIFFERENT DIMENSION: PART Z
Cold.
It was insufferably cold.
But this was to be expected, travelling between planets, between systems, between landmarks in this endless galaxy.
She had grown restless. Hungering for suffering and pain. She had been searching for that stray signal she had picked up.
Where had it gone? That simple word.
She was searching for her next hapless victim. She would settle for anything.
She crushed asteroids into powder, stray debris into dust. Anything to satisfy her rage.
Until she picked up on another signal.
Z listened closely. She listened for coordinates, for voices, for distress. Who was sending this? It was gargled and muffled, beyond inaudible.
It sounded like it was coming straight from the depths of a wormhol-
"What's this?!" Z yelled in exasperation, quickly moving out of the way of a forming wormhole. Quickly, she was on the defensive, her hard-light hands readying to smash whatever it was that was exiting.
"You already know who it is." The voice echoed through the rift in space.
First a hand, then a wing, but then that unspeakable, instantly recognizable maw.
"B?! Impossible! I killed you! You're dead!" Z spat. Her rage spiked. It was impossible that B had survived after the fight. After what she had said!
"... And so I was." B replied, fully exiting the wormhole. Her voice was loud and clear now, no garbled wormhole interference. "... But I'll have you know... That I am the B machine that never stops!" She roared at her sister. "I was dead, but you cannot keep me down forever! I'll get right back up and fight until I die again, and then I'll come back! And then I might die again, but THEN i'll come ba-"
"Enough!" Z interrupted, shouting over her sister. "Your eye is gone! You're a mess! A wreck! A heap of reanimated scrap! I beat you once, I can beat you down again! Do you think you'll really be able to interfere alone?!"
The utter fear that replaced Z's rage as a smile slowly spread across B's face was a sensation Z had not experienced in a long time.
B defied her! B was smiling?! She... She knew something! She knew something that Z herself did not!
"That's right, Z. I can't interfere alone." B said snarkily as other wormholes opened up around Z. "So I brought some help."
More maw hands. More decimated faces. Z turned in a full circle, flabbergasted by the sight.
...
"You... cheat. You utter, complete, CHEAT! YOU WEAKLING! SCUM! DO YOU CALL THIS EVEN ODDS?! THIS IS BEYOND DISRESPECTFUL!" Z lashed out as the maw hands closed in on her, grabbing her by the legs, her torso, and the corners of her head. Try as she might to fight them, she was powerless against more than one.
"Save it for your new home, Z. An endless void, all for you and yours truly." B chuckled, the others joining in.
The last one could hear from Z was a screech of anger and agony, followed by complete silence.
Cold.
It was insufferably cold.
But this was to be expected, travelling between planets, between systems, between landmarks in this endless galaxy.
She had grown restless. Hungering for suffering and pain. She had been searching for that stray signal she had picked up.
Where had it gone? That simple word.
She was searching for her next hapless victim. She would settle for anything.
She crushed asteroids into powder, stray debris into dust. Anything to satisfy her rage.
Until she picked up on another signal.
Z listened closely. She listened for coordinates, for voices, for distress. Who was sending this? It was gargled and muffled, beyond inaudible.
It sounded like it was coming straight from the depths of a wormhol-
"What's this?!" Z yelled in exasperation, quickly moving out of the way of a forming wormhole. Quickly, she was on the defensive, her hard-light hands readying to smash whatever it was that was exiting.
"You already know who it is." The voice echoed through the rift in space.
First a hand, then a wing, but then that unspeakable, instantly recognizable maw.
"B?! Impossible! I killed you! You're dead!" Z spat. Her rage spiked. It was impossible that B had survived after the fight. After what she had said!
"... And so I was." B replied, fully exiting the wormhole. Her voice was loud and clear now, no garbled wormhole interference. "... But I'll have you know... That I am the B machine that never stops!" She roared at her sister. "I was dead, but you cannot keep me down forever! I'll get right back up and fight until I die again, and then I'll come back! And then I might die again, but THEN i'll come ba-"
"Enough!" Z interrupted, shouting over her sister. "Your eye is gone! You're a mess! A wreck! A heap of reanimated scrap! I beat you once, I can beat you down again! Do you think you'll really be able to interfere alone?!"
The utter fear that replaced Z's rage as a smile slowly spread across B's face was a sensation Z had not experienced in a long time.
B defied her! B was smiling?! She... She knew something! She knew something that Z herself did not!
"That's right, Z. I can't interfere alone." B said snarkily as other wormholes opened up around Z. "So I brought some help."
More maw hands. More decimated faces. Z turned in a full circle, flabbergasted by the sight.
...
"You... cheat. You utter, complete, CHEAT! YOU WEAKLING! SCUM! DO YOU CALL THIS EVEN ODDS?! THIS IS BEYOND DISRESPECTFUL!" Z lashed out as the maw hands closed in on her, grabbing her by the legs, her torso, and the corners of her head. Try as she might to fight them, she was powerless against more than one.
"Save it for your new home, Z. An endless void, all for you and yours truly." B chuckled, the others joining in.
The last one could hear from Z was a screech of anger and agony, followed by complete silence.
Vaxur smiled nervously- not at the weapon being pointed at them, I mean, they probably were intruding anyway, but-
Commander Wyr was no doubt displeased at the open threat. Normally she would have more patience, especially in these types of situations, but ever since her cadet went missing-
Well.
She was too stressed. And stress made her snappy.
You did not want a snappy Wylaseen.
"Woah, woah, let's not get too hasty with this," he said, light, gentle, but firm, a quiet confidence in his stance even as he put his hands up in a calming gesture. "Let's not assume any hostility right away, yeah? We're not serving any empire, we work in the military. And, nice, you know we're from another universe- we're actually looking for a teammate of ours." He smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Long story short, he was involved in an accident which inadvertently transported him here. That's it."
He saw Commander Wyr straighten to her full, 7 feet height out of the corner of his eye. He inwardly sighed in relief as she tilted her head in an affirmative nod.
Progress.
Commander Wyr was no doubt displeased at the open threat. Normally she would have more patience, especially in these types of situations, but ever since her cadet went missing-
Well.
She was too stressed. And stress made her snappy.
You did not want a snappy Wylaseen.
"Woah, woah, let's not get too hasty with this," he said, light, gentle, but firm, a quiet confidence in his stance even as he put his hands up in a calming gesture. "Let's not assume any hostility right away, yeah? We're not serving any empire, we work in the military. And, nice, you know we're from another universe- we're actually looking for a teammate of ours." He smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Long story short, he was involved in an accident which inadvertently transported him here. That's it."
He saw Commander Wyr straighten to her full, 7 feet height out of the corner of his eye. He inwardly sighed in relief as she tilted her head in an affirmative nod.
Progress.
Desert planet Glinmere
The rolling sand dunes seem endless as the ATT rolled across the desert, the only the vehicle that can be seen currently in the sea of the desolate wasteland. Within the fighting compartment, the squad of Z bots sat in there seats quiet fiddling with there rifles or fingers till one says "So sarge, why are we here, again?" the grizzly looking sergeant looks up after messing with his assault rifle and says "We are here in looking for an ancient AI called Marlow. A relic of Lord Arena's tenure as Lord of technology" as he looks at the solider who asked the question. Another of one then asks "How the hell does an old AI would be all out in the desert? Is there base that we are going towards?" The sarge shook his head and as pulls out a cigar and begins to smoke and says "Nope, apparently Marlow someone integrated himself in that infamous tank called Snake-eyes and has been on move the lately"
"Snake-eyes? You mean that black tank that gave us problems back in 481? Jeez I heard the stories but its been such long time!" the solider who spoke first says with eyes all wide. "The very same legendary tank and that's who we are getting" the sage states, but keeps some of the info back from the rest of his men, knowing the true reason why they after Marlow and the tank nicked-named "Snake-eyes". They soon found find out as the ATT out of no where gets T-boned and its hull being pierced by giant spikes, killing a few of the soldiers in where the armored troop transport got hit. The ATT tossed on it's side and so the gunner nor driver couldn't see who hit them. The rest of the troops opened the back and rushed out. As the three soldiers rushed out of the vehicle, they were torn to shreds as something fired at them with flechette rounds, killing them instantly as the various knifes came ripped into there skin and circuitry. The Sarge shoved the z-bot out and rushed behind the flipped the vehicle.
The sarge glanced over his shoulder and saw who attacked them and so he saw it. A tank, model after an ancient tank from a global hegemon called the Abrams tank, coated in black as well as stealth technology similar to old B-1 stealth bombers. In the front of the tank, covering its upper and lower glaces are spikes that come up from the bottom to the upper part of the hull of the tank giving a the ability to ram and inflict some serious damage. It has four nozzles , two each side of the tank that can either produce toxic gas or flame, killing its victims by chemical weapon or by flame. The gun is the classic 120mm cannon firing depleted uranium rounds however modified to fire flechette as well as high intensity plasma canisters for much bigger boom and penetration. Of course its most notable feature was on its black turret cheek that shows the classic two 6 sided dice, that showing two ones and with the inscription on top, "Snake eyes".
The Sarge held his breath and looks at his fellow solider who just seemed to crap himself(Of course Z-bots can't actually produce fecal matter). "Its Marlow" the sarge whispered as the tank aimed its gun at the vehicle and fired. The ATT exploded killing the nameless solider and sent the sarge flying a few feet away. The tank rolls through fiery wreckage as the sarge desperately tries to crawl away the best he can. The hatch flew open and so appeared a figure, in the color of steel with yellow iris and a black background. Whoever designed this being, it was clear that Lord Erica was a model since the being popped itself off the tank and walked towards the sarge as he looks on with horror knowing who exactly this being is.
This being is clearly mechanical in nature, the black sliver hair flowed in the wind. Even though wore no clothes, it definitely had a feminine body even though petite. A very prominent feature was the large energy canon on its right arm. She raises her arm and points it at the Sarge as he raises his hands says "Why?!" in a raspy tone of voice, hinting at some kind of damage it said "Because I must and I am not ready yet" and fired, letting out a wide beam of purple energy towards him killing him by disintegrating into ash. She walks back to her tank and hopes back in and says "I, Zetta, will do what these Lords fail to do...but not yet, my time is not yet"
The rolling sand dunes seem endless as the ATT rolled across the desert, the only the vehicle that can be seen currently in the sea of the desolate wasteland. Within the fighting compartment, the squad of Z bots sat in there seats quiet fiddling with there rifles or fingers till one says "So sarge, why are we here, again?" the grizzly looking sergeant looks up after messing with his assault rifle and says "We are here in looking for an ancient AI called Marlow. A relic of Lord Arena's tenure as Lord of technology" as he looks at the solider who asked the question. Another of one then asks "How the hell does an old AI would be all out in the desert? Is there base that we are going towards?" The sarge shook his head and as pulls out a cigar and begins to smoke and says "Nope, apparently Marlow someone integrated himself in that infamous tank called Snake-eyes and has been on move the lately"
"Snake-eyes? You mean that black tank that gave us problems back in 481? Jeez I heard the stories but its been such long time!" the solider who spoke first says with eyes all wide. "The very same legendary tank and that's who we are getting" the sage states, but keeps some of the info back from the rest of his men, knowing the true reason why they after Marlow and the tank nicked-named "Snake-eyes". They soon found find out as the ATT out of no where gets T-boned and its hull being pierced by giant spikes, killing a few of the soldiers in where the armored troop transport got hit. The ATT tossed on it's side and so the gunner nor driver couldn't see who hit them. The rest of the troops opened the back and rushed out. As the three soldiers rushed out of the vehicle, they were torn to shreds as something fired at them with flechette rounds, killing them instantly as the various knifes came ripped into there skin and circuitry. The Sarge shoved the z-bot out and rushed behind the flipped the vehicle.
The sarge glanced over his shoulder and saw who attacked them and so he saw it. A tank, model after an ancient tank from a global hegemon called the Abrams tank, coated in black as well as stealth technology similar to old B-1 stealth bombers. In the front of the tank, covering its upper and lower glaces are spikes that come up from the bottom to the upper part of the hull of the tank giving a the ability to ram and inflict some serious damage. It has four nozzles , two each side of the tank that can either produce toxic gas or flame, killing its victims by chemical weapon or by flame. The gun is the classic 120mm cannon firing depleted uranium rounds however modified to fire flechette as well as high intensity plasma canisters for much bigger boom and penetration. Of course its most notable feature was on its black turret cheek that shows the classic two 6 sided dice, that showing two ones and with the inscription on top, "Snake eyes".
The Sarge held his breath and looks at his fellow solider who just seemed to crap himself(Of course Z-bots can't actually produce fecal matter). "Its Marlow" the sarge whispered as the tank aimed its gun at the vehicle and fired. The ATT exploded killing the nameless solider and sent the sarge flying a few feet away. The tank rolls through fiery wreckage as the sarge desperately tries to crawl away the best he can. The hatch flew open and so appeared a figure, in the color of steel with yellow iris and a black background. Whoever designed this being, it was clear that Lord Erica was a model since the being popped itself off the tank and walked towards the sarge as he looks on with horror knowing who exactly this being is.
This being is clearly mechanical in nature, the black sliver hair flowed in the wind. Even though wore no clothes, it definitely had a feminine body even though petite. A very prominent feature was the large energy canon on its right arm. She raises her arm and points it at the Sarge as he raises his hands says "Why?!" in a raspy tone of voice, hinting at some kind of damage it said "Because I must and I am not ready yet" and fired, letting out a wide beam of purple energy towards him killing him by disintegrating into ash. She walks back to her tank and hopes back in and says "I, Zetta, will do what these Lords fail to do...but not yet, my time is not yet"
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