07-21-2017, 04:51 PM
[SYSTEM FAILURE]
Red lettering flashes on a black screen, a series of letters and numbers running down the screen. A steady noise accompanied the lines of code, a series of beeps that echoed through the entirety of the Nexus. Steam poured from disconnected tubes, each flailing till the clouds spewing forth started to die down. Still the beeping echoed, those two words clearly flashing at the forefront.
[SYSTEM FAILURE]
It was a tall cylinder, stark white to match the landscape of the Nexus. Blue liquid started to seep through the seams of a large panel that housed the blinking screen which sat at the center. Still the combination of letters and numbers continued, speaking with a language hidden to all those but the few that understood it. The blue liquid started to pour in greater amounts, jets of azure fluid spitting out and staining the ivory floors of the Nexus. Beeping continued but at a distorted pace and pitch before ceasing altogether, the blinking screen following suite, offering one more flash of red lettering before static overtook the screen and went dark…
[EJECT THE COND…]
The panel flew off with a sudden hiss and snap of pressure, sending it several feet to tumble and crash. Thick blue ooze rushed out of the pod, a human figure dangling from wires still attached as the last of the liquid spilled forth. Green eyes stared wide and bloodshot at the world and the great fountain before him. Mustering what strength he could, his breathing sharp and panicked, the man pried his arms away from the wires that held him. It was slow at first as he struggled, memory of seeing a smiling man with no other features clearly in his mind, but eventually he freed himself.
Each cable snapped away but the lack of resistance had him spinning and still suspended. A mask held his face tight, a clear tube dripping with the blue ichor connected to the device. Frantically pulling it away, a painful slurp accompanied the disconnect as a large amount of the tubing was pulled from his throat.
Slamming into the ground with a wheezing gasp of air, cobalt fluid splashing around him, it was all the man could do to control his terror. Small tendrils of electricity danced around his body, hinting at more to be unleashed before fizzling out. Crazed eyes darted back and forth as he struggled to get up, his body weak and his memory hazy. There were other figures around him but his vision was still adjusting to the sudden exposure to light. A white body suit, stained with the same liquid from the tank, clung to his skin. Shifting his body as he pushed himself up to his knees, he slowly turned to look at the cylinder from which he had come from.
“Wh…what is…where...” Shū muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and strained. His eyes wandered, head swinging back and forth as he tried to take in his surroundings. Among the hundreds of questions he wanted answers to, one voice was clearly heard in the back of his mind.
I’ll be watching…
“Sir, everything is okay, you-” The voice sounded distorted, like he was speaking behind something or his voice was projected. Shū turned to see several men in white armor, holding odd devices in their hands. Visions flashed in his mind when he saw them, his eyes widening. Images jarred his memory, abrasive and raw, unfiltered by doubt and denial.
Red.
The one talking to him was startled when Shū let out a vicious roar, launching himself at the man and taking him to the ground. The other soldiers pulled their weapons up towards the shaman, making demands. Placing the man in a chokehold and taking note of how they were holding their weapons, Shū proceeded to seize the weapon and alternating between placing it against the soldier’s head and the others attempting to surround him.
Wrapping his legs around the soldier and trying to keep his body from being exposed, he was still trying to determine what was happening to him. All the while a smile remained in his head, a mirage that shaped an outline like staring at the sun for only a moment. Again more demands were made of him, Shū very violently pressing the weapon against the head of his hostage.
“Back! Back!” Shū barked, looking around for somewhere to run to and seeing nothing but a great expanse of white. Other people were drawn to the sudden outburst, Shū noticing that some either had the same bewildered look as he did or were more amused by the turn of events than anything.
Sucking air through his teeth and still breathing heavily, the shaman tried to focus on his next move as the cobwebs of his mind started to clear ever so slowly. The soldier in his grip was trying to say something but Shū’s arm was tightly wrapped around his throat. Easing his grip and keeping an eye on the other white-armorer soldiers, Shū tapped the tip of the weapon against the helmet of the soldier. He had no interest in listening to metal soldiers.
Not sure what to do, he shook his head, attempting to clear it. Again the words of the smiling man entered his mind. One word stuck out, a shining beacon. Omniverse. Repeatedly he tried to make sense of the word. A location. A place. A world. Not relenting, Shū continued to press the weapon against the stormtrooper’s head. He was more concerned with what to do amidst the confusion plaguing him than the armed men pointing their weapons at him.
What to do…
Where to go…
How to survive.
Red lettering flashes on a black screen, a series of letters and numbers running down the screen. A steady noise accompanied the lines of code, a series of beeps that echoed through the entirety of the Nexus. Steam poured from disconnected tubes, each flailing till the clouds spewing forth started to die down. Still the beeping echoed, those two words clearly flashing at the forefront.
[SYSTEM FAILURE]
It was a tall cylinder, stark white to match the landscape of the Nexus. Blue liquid started to seep through the seams of a large panel that housed the blinking screen which sat at the center. Still the combination of letters and numbers continued, speaking with a language hidden to all those but the few that understood it. The blue liquid started to pour in greater amounts, jets of azure fluid spitting out and staining the ivory floors of the Nexus. Beeping continued but at a distorted pace and pitch before ceasing altogether, the blinking screen following suite, offering one more flash of red lettering before static overtook the screen and went dark…
[EJECT THE COND…]
The panel flew off with a sudden hiss and snap of pressure, sending it several feet to tumble and crash. Thick blue ooze rushed out of the pod, a human figure dangling from wires still attached as the last of the liquid spilled forth. Green eyes stared wide and bloodshot at the world and the great fountain before him. Mustering what strength he could, his breathing sharp and panicked, the man pried his arms away from the wires that held him. It was slow at first as he struggled, memory of seeing a smiling man with no other features clearly in his mind, but eventually he freed himself.
Each cable snapped away but the lack of resistance had him spinning and still suspended. A mask held his face tight, a clear tube dripping with the blue ichor connected to the device. Frantically pulling it away, a painful slurp accompanied the disconnect as a large amount of the tubing was pulled from his throat.
Slamming into the ground with a wheezing gasp of air, cobalt fluid splashing around him, it was all the man could do to control his terror. Small tendrils of electricity danced around his body, hinting at more to be unleashed before fizzling out. Crazed eyes darted back and forth as he struggled to get up, his body weak and his memory hazy. There were other figures around him but his vision was still adjusting to the sudden exposure to light. A white body suit, stained with the same liquid from the tank, clung to his skin. Shifting his body as he pushed himself up to his knees, he slowly turned to look at the cylinder from which he had come from.
“Wh…what is…where...” Shū muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and strained. His eyes wandered, head swinging back and forth as he tried to take in his surroundings. Among the hundreds of questions he wanted answers to, one voice was clearly heard in the back of his mind.
I’ll be watching…
“Sir, everything is okay, you-” The voice sounded distorted, like he was speaking behind something or his voice was projected. Shū turned to see several men in white armor, holding odd devices in their hands. Visions flashed in his mind when he saw them, his eyes widening. Images jarred his memory, abrasive and raw, unfiltered by doubt and denial.
Red.
Fire.
Metal.
Red.
Steel warriors.Beams of white.
Blood.
Red.
The one talking to him was startled when Shū let out a vicious roar, launching himself at the man and taking him to the ground. The other soldiers pulled their weapons up towards the shaman, making demands. Placing the man in a chokehold and taking note of how they were holding their weapons, Shū proceeded to seize the weapon and alternating between placing it against the soldier’s head and the others attempting to surround him.
Wrapping his legs around the soldier and trying to keep his body from being exposed, he was still trying to determine what was happening to him. All the while a smile remained in his head, a mirage that shaped an outline like staring at the sun for only a moment. Again more demands were made of him, Shū very violently pressing the weapon against the head of his hostage.
“Back! Back!” Shū barked, looking around for somewhere to run to and seeing nothing but a great expanse of white. Other people were drawn to the sudden outburst, Shū noticing that some either had the same bewildered look as he did or were more amused by the turn of events than anything.
Sucking air through his teeth and still breathing heavily, the shaman tried to focus on his next move as the cobwebs of his mind started to clear ever so slowly. The soldier in his grip was trying to say something but Shū’s arm was tightly wrapped around his throat. Easing his grip and keeping an eye on the other white-armorer soldiers, Shū tapped the tip of the weapon against the helmet of the soldier. He had no interest in listening to metal soldiers.
Not sure what to do, he shook his head, attempting to clear it. Again the words of the smiling man entered his mind. One word stuck out, a shining beacon. Omniverse. Repeatedly he tried to make sense of the word. A location. A place. A world. Not relenting, Shū continued to press the weapon against the stormtrooper’s head. He was more concerned with what to do amidst the confusion plaguing him than the armed men pointing their weapons at him.
What to do…
Where to go…
How to survive.
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