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RE: The Flight - Gin Yatreg - 06-16-2016
Gin laid back in his chair towards the front of the plane, trying to get some sleep before their expected arrival. However no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Annoyed and tired of it, he sat his chair back up and decided to get a look of all the others joining him on this plane. Turning around in his chair, he quickly surveyed the passenger cabin, seeing quite the mix of people and animals. His eyes fixed on the the giant green space marine currently in the process of passively destroying his chair. Gin recognized him from the fight he saw happen in the Nexus, the one-sided fight. Gin's thoughts started to drift to home again, causing him to quickly look away, pushing the thoughts from his mind.
"Gin?" a female voice rang in his mind, followed by an image of his colony flashing through his head. He recognized this scene, it was from atop the artificial hillside overlooking the city. He always went there after class with his friends; Johnny, Arnt, Eno, and... and... "Wait, who else am I think of? It was just the four of us... wasn't it?" he thought. A headache soon took hold on Gin, he sat back down and rubbed his head, it felt like someone was hitting his skull with a hammer. "Fuck not again. Maybe a walk will get rid of it." Gin thought. He stood up and walked down the aisle still rubbing the side of his head, heading towards the stairs.
RE: The Flight - Marcus Wright - 06-16-2016
Marcus stood up, staring out at the windows as various drops of rain had hit the window and storms were nearby. So .. your name is The Vision?
Sounds... strange for a android such as yourself, am I right?"
Marcus eyed the android for what seemed like a bit and sat down in a seat near him.
He was still thinking about the oozing, 7 foot tall armored man, who almost seemed to be melting the seat away casually and he didn't give a shit.
The Vision ran a analysis on Marcus's profile again
Analysing:
Marcus Wright
Unknown..
Unk...nown
Running facecheck.
Marcus Wright- Contestant
Weapons: Enhanced Strength, Attacks, .... Screwdriver?
Trust Level: 75 percent??
The profile comes back up and a scattered message arrives
"Skynet doesn't feel pain, it doesn't feel any pity, any.. REMORSE...
Doesn't have any feelings, It will trap you Marcus Wright.
He frowned, a growl on his face. He stood, a lace of anger in his thinking. "This was Skynet talking, not the Vision, right?"
Listen...
I will help you, Vision...
Marcus squeezed his fist.. "But if we get through this search and rescue... I promise I will help you rid of Skynet for good."
It gave time for Marcus to focus on the other "help" Karl Jak enlisted.
The VIP club did have its...welcoming phases... Employees offered drinks and free food but nothing seemed even appealing. "Sorry, Can't eat or drink.. "
He took a walk almost to clear his mind of the shitstorm nearby but he did notice the same man with black dreadlocks, the same hacker he saw that day in the arcade. He couldn't remember the last day he had something to eat or drink when he was human but memories seeped back.
That day came..
The last day he was alive..
2003...
Longview State Correctional Facility
Marcus stood in the cafeteria line, the ugly look on the prison kitchen's face when the police officer said he could have whatever he wanted that day.
But what did he want to choose? Just looking at the food made him sick...
Why the hell would he be happy? He just picked at his food and ate bits and pieces of it. How the hell was he supposed to eat when there were two guards staring down his every move.
Not after what he did earlier...
His thinking went from old memories to what was happening now...
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"Sir? Sir? Hello.."
"No... I do NOT want any food"
He also noted the presence of yet another different machine man who was appearing to be protecting a .. kid? Strange how a kid could go on this trip, but if she was anything like Star and Kyle Reese were at home, she didn't look as innocent as she seemed.
RE: The Flight - Albert Wesker - 06-16-2016
It really had been a near thing, now he thought about it. His brush with death and delay as he crossed the Nexus and blindly made his way through the Pale Moors to sign up for this entire blasted thing had left him arriving just on the tail end of the sign-up time window. If not for the genial tone and intervention of his digitized assistant, it might not have gone so well -- or so quickly, for that matter -- and actually followed through with getting him signed up and ready in time to get on board the actual plane before it left.
And now, here he was.
"Quite an experience, I imagine, sir," Cricket spoke up, in his ever-cheerful manner. "Always managing to cut things so close and still have them go so well."
"Not like it's by choice," Colonel responded in his usual flat tone. "And it isn't any sort of experience besides a negative one. Leaves a bad impression."
"I was under the impression you didn't care about what sort of impression you gave, sir. You certainly don't seem anywhere near sociable enough for that."
No response was forthcoming from the soldier navi on that comment. It wasn't wrong, by any stretch of the imagination. Colonel really didn't care too much for what others thought of him or what sort of impression he gave off. He would do whatever job he set out to do, and that was all that mattered. Not that it was ever a bad thing to not give off a poor impression. Certainly would be of some help somewhere along the line.
"....as pleasant a conversationalist as always, sir. I will drop that particular subject for now, then."
"What did you manage to find out in your search?" Colonel rather abruptly changed the subject, as soon as doing just that was mentioned.
"Ah, yes. Allow me to share my findings." And the helpful little assistant program did just that, pulling up the information he'd managed to gather and displaying it on the screen of the PET. It wasn't a terribly large amount, all things considered, but it was enough. Enough to give an idea of what was going on around here. What had gone on last time this Syntech organization had gotten involved with something. It made a good heads-up, and set off the bright orange CAUTION alarm in Colonel's head.
"We're in for quite the event here, if nothing else," he noted after reading over what had been gathered up. "Make another backup now, and do so regularly. Just in case."
"As you say, sir. I had intended to do just that, but I felt I might be being paranoid." And the little helper program went silent as he set about making a backup of his data and storing it on the dataverse, once again.
He stared at the hand-held device for a moment longer, before turning his attention away, clipping it back in place on his belt. And then he simply sat back to wait. For whatever was in store when they arrived at their destination.
RE: The Flight - Makoto Yuki - 06-16-2016
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As the light of the machine died down, I found myself standing on one end of an expansive hallway, milling about in it were a number of different people, some wore ridiculously expensive suits while others looked significantly more combat ready. The group nearest to me were centered around a mustachioed man, who was engrossed in interrogating a hapless child in front of a cameraman. That must be what the media forms were for.
I had no desire to stand in the spotlight though, even if my signature gave them the right to film and broadcast me, they'll have to take note of me first to do that. I shoved my hands in my pockets, ever so slightly hunched my back, and slinked away while the paparazzi were still occupied. I was confident I looked nondescript enough to evade anyone's attention, after all what was one scrawny teen compared to the myriad of uniquely interesting characters. The cafe alone was currently serving no less than two anthropomorphic animals, one garishly colored individual, possibly either an alien or a hyper-advanced robot, and one rotting corpse.
Well, I would've been just fine with believing the revolting thing occupying one of the tables, and releasing the most god-awful smell I've ever had the misfortune to process, to be a freshly dug up cadaver. Alas, it moved too much to be one. Maybe it was some sort of reanimated warrior? It definitely looked the part, adorned as it was in full body armor that looked as corroded and foul as the naked head sprouting from between its pauldrons. I resolved to refrain from standing in the way of that abomination.
I didn't get to loiter around for long, before the very man who invited us here appeared before us.
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From what I'd gathered, Karl Jak was a very rich and powerful prime. There's now no doubt in my mind that describing Mr. Jak as "wealthy", is as much of an understatement as calling a hurricane "windy", or the frozen deserts of Antarctica "chilly".
The scope of the man's immeasurable wealth hadn't really set in until I personally walked up the red-carpeted stairs to the absolutely massive plane he'd prepared for a journey into the verse he laid exclusive rights to. And what a feat that was, his company actually owned an entire verse? How is that even possible?
Opulent doesn't even begin to describe this marvel of engineering. The luxurious leather seat that comfortably hugged my body as I reclined in it, and the sweet taste of aromatic coffee as it massaged my taste buds weren't even the tip of the iceberg. I set down the delicate china and craned my neck to cast a glance at the aisle behind me. Pretty attendants pushed trolleys laden with doubtlessly expensive foods and drinks to patiently waiting passengers; if it weren't for the windows giving me a view of the gray clouds and distant flashing lightning outside, I could've sworn I was in a seven star restaurant.
The pilot had announced at the start of their flight that it wouldn't take more than a few hours for them to reach their destination. I was feeling particularly content right now, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to have myself a little nap.
My thoughts drifted aimlessly as my eyelids lazily drifted to a close, the crashing of thunder the last sound I heard before drifting into a deep sleep.
RE: The Flight - Karl Jak - 06-16-2016
It was a relatively calm flight. The majority of the individuals who had signed up to go on the expedition spent their time intermingling and trying to forge new friendships. For his part, Karl sat in the forward lounge and enjoyed a handful of complementary margaritas before retiring into a small enclosed room and taking a pleasant little beauty nap. About halfway through what should have been a wonderful, four hour affair, Karl was woken up by turbulence that jostled him from the armchair.
“Well that’s rude,” the man mumbled as he stood up, undid the latch, and slid open the doorway. As he stumbled out into what was a small hallway adjacent to the VIP lounge, the executive producer noticed that the view out the window seemed just a little too askew. “What?”
Although he was leaving one of his priceless suits in the private room, Karl found himself drawn to the window. Pressing his face just slightly against the cool glass, he had to stifle a laugh when he noticed that was off about the view.
The clouds were tilted.
“Lovely.” Karl smiled as he turned around and saw one of the bartenders staring passed him with wide eyes and a colorless expression on his face. “Don’t be so sad, Barry, I’m sure everything will be wonderful.”
Before the young man could offer a response, the oversized jet jerked roughly as something deep within its bowels rumbled in displeasure. A beat later, something stronger than turbulence cascaded across the plane as it started to lose altitude.
All across the plane, the volunteers and the Syntech crew found themselves trying to cope with the situation as best they could. Before any of them managed to do little more than frantically react, the jet split apart like an overripe watermelon and started a suicide dive from twenty thousand feet in the air. Like two slain phoenixes, the luxury airliner’s halves twirled downward from the heavens, leaving behind streams of fire, smoke, and incinerated material.
While most people onboard managed to make it into buckled seats or safety harnesses, those who failed to do so were gifted a merciful death amid the fire and the various explosions that blossomed across the jet as its fuel tanks ruptured. The most stoic individuals aboard the plane managed to linger for a few moments before exposure to the atmosphere compromised their ability to remain conscious.
With a gauntleted fist clenched around what had once been a waste receptacle, Okor the plague marine remained silent as the craft plunged. Amid the catastrophe, he had failed to see many of the individuals he’d met at the facility and onboard the plane. What he had noticed was the sentient feline managing to secure itself amid the straps reserved for the flight crew. Through some level of ingenuity, the four-legged creature had preserved itself for the time being.
How long had they been falling? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
Sunlight had once bathed the ruptured craft, but despite its descent, the light was lost to a growing darkness. That is, until the Syntech jet reached its final destination and slammed into a landmass nestled amid the oceans of the Dante Verse.
RE: The Flight - Amber Veritz - 06-17-2016
The next morning in the Fields, Amber had set out to discover what this world had to offer for her. There was so much through only one gate and she could only imagine what was on the other side of all the other ones. The cold air disappeared as she stepped back into the familiar Nexus, where she met her psychic rival. Although, she didn't come back to remember the past: She had a mission to complete. "Gathering information on this world, or universe, I guess. Why not just make another random trip? I'm not heading anywhere specific, so it's a good option."
Amber counted the gates that she could see from the Frozen Field's gate. "Seven. Alright, let’s just choose one at random." She mumbled to herself. After pondering which one she should head towards, she took off in the randomly selected direction of her choice. After sprinting for awhile, avoiding the other crazy people and creatures that roamed the Nexus. Amber winded up in the Tangled Green. A big forest? It stretched pretty far. Though, off in the distance, there was something strange that Amber couldn't make out at first, or was it just that she didn't believe something like that would be in a forest? It was another portal. How many of these blasted things existed? It was definitely worth investigating, though.
More constant running, only now through trees. Amber was tired, but somewhat excited oddly. It was a whole new world around her and she loved to explore. Though this gate didn't seem like the others, these people were signing up for something here. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she approached the gate where the sign-ups were. After being explained what was going on, Amber quickly decided to join in on this. She wanted to learn more about the new universe she lived in and it was obvious this gate wouldn't stick around here long.
After stepping through the gate, Amber just boarded the plane. There were more people here than she had expected. No matter! This was for the adventure and she wouldn't allow her timid nature to stop her from going. She took her seat observed the other people heading to this island that was mentioned in the sign-ups. Too bad the way of travel had to be a plane. Amber had ridden in the hover crafts in her world of Remnant, but she never liked being up too high. The fact that people were up and walking around on the plane didn't help her nervous state either. The cat-girl sat quietly, closing the shade on the window that she next to and just tried to relax as the plane took off.