08-03-2017, 04:38 PM
To never return home…
Their reactions were to be expected. Everyone here seemed to have been ripped from their own worlds, pried free from the lives destiny would dictate. Shū knelt there for a moment as the others responded, an understandable cry from Asriel and what could only be considered as shock for the soldier, Captain. Gods playing with the lives of mortals was nothing new to him but that didn’t mean he was going to allow that as a normalcy. Overall, he simply understood. Somewhere in him, beneath the confusion, fear, and smoldering rage, was a man who spent his life serving others. Protecting them, counseling them, guiding them.
But it was difficult to come to terms with that part of himself, difficult to grasp the meaning of who he was when all that was there was, all there could be, was emotions churning on the surface. He was upset that he could never return him but at the same time he had no home to return to. There may have been survivors but that seemed unlikely…no, he knew deep down that was impossible. The last of his people had gathered in one place to rebuild…there was no escape.
A sad longing gripped his heart but he suppressed that feeling and decided to deal with it later.
Wiping the blue sludge from his face, he stood up but not before taking note of the behavior from the others around him. They didn’t trust him, saw him as a threat, and they had every right to. There was no longer any reason to strike out, sense was settling in though it was like trying to take hold of smoke. Every time he thought he could make things rational, blinding images of fire and destruction filled his mind.
It was understandable that they would ready their weapons. Understandable for the goat-child to take a defensive stance against Shū’s sudden movement. The shaman had no intention of harming anyone any longer but he didn’t trust those congregating around him. Especially when another soldier appeared armed to the teeth with weapons similar in design to others. It would take him awhile to understand they were all different, all unique in their own way.
Surely it was odd how this hub, this entry into this new world, was setup. A great expanse of nothing. Just groups of people, of these ‘Primes’ gathering together to assess their situation. This new soldier spoke his name, 13-Jzall. There was a boy from his tribe with a similar name. It was almost comforting to hear a name like one of his world but the number he said beforehand made it seem…twisted. Made unnatural.
And the was he spoke put Shū’s nerves on end. He eyed the stormtroopers nervously, fists clenched tight and looking for way to either flee or something to benefit him. The shaman tried to listen to Asriel’s story but found himself wanting to instinctually run. His first interaction with the denizens of this realm could have fared better.
Asriel’s story seemed an interesting one. To be denied one’s emotions was something alien to him. Calm and focus was important, reaching a state of spiritual clarity was familiar to him as well. But to be denied emotions outright? That was something too cruel for him to grasp. Even the spirits and creatures of his world felt. To have no compassion, no empathy, no desire, was to be less than an animal.
It was quite the harrowing tale. The absorption of souls was something he was familiar with as well…it was suited to wicked creatures. Yet it was difficult for the shaman to see this child as that. Several of the stormtroopers seemed uncomfortable with the story, the rest having no response at all. Just another Prime with powerful abilities and an intricate past. Each shift in their posture, each turning of the head or rolling of the shoulders. They weren’t difficult to read.
Something did bother Shū about what Asriel said earlier. There was no death here. He wasn’t sure he believed it but thoughts not of his own making were filtering into his mind. A slow trickle of things he had always known but that in of itself was impossible. It was an odd, invasive feeling yet natural. A truly confusing experience that he chose to ignore outright.
There was a small moment of silence after 13-Jzall finished talking. He found the soldier’s story fascinating but not something he could relate to. Again the denial of emotions was too strange a concept. Talks of such battles and of odd terms such as ‘vehicles’ was confusing to him. Shū eyed the others, taking note of Captain Alexander’s silence.
“I have nothing to say to strangers in a strange land. I appreciate your tales, Asriel and 13-Jzall, but I have no desire to share my story with any of you till I feel I am no longer threatened.” He let that settle for a moment before continuing.
“I have more questions. You, metal-men, why are you here? Are you here to welcome those that arrive in this world? What is your purpose here?” Shū declared, cutting off anyone who was about to speak. His patience was unnaturally thin but after being trapped in a container for what must have been many years and being awoken by a cosmic entity, there was very little patience there to begin with.
“We are here to maintain the peace as decreed by our Emperor. There are many Primes coming into the Omniverse every day, we ask those who need guidance to come join Empire Palpatine in Coruscant. There you will find purpose and meaning to your life here in the Omniverse.” There was no deceit in the stormtrooper’s words, no underlying meaning. He completely believed what he said.
Shū stood there, crossing his arms, wanting to know more or at the very least be away from this ivory expanse of nothing. Perhaps this Coruscant was a place to find answers…it was certainly something to consider and perhaps they had a bonfire for him to warm up to. He didn’t know what an Emperor was but he assumed it was their leader. A leader who could explain this all to him better than these metal men could.
Their reactions were to be expected. Everyone here seemed to have been ripped from their own worlds, pried free from the lives destiny would dictate. Shū knelt there for a moment as the others responded, an understandable cry from Asriel and what could only be considered as shock for the soldier, Captain. Gods playing with the lives of mortals was nothing new to him but that didn’t mean he was going to allow that as a normalcy. Overall, he simply understood. Somewhere in him, beneath the confusion, fear, and smoldering rage, was a man who spent his life serving others. Protecting them, counseling them, guiding them.
But it was difficult to come to terms with that part of himself, difficult to grasp the meaning of who he was when all that was there was, all there could be, was emotions churning on the surface. He was upset that he could never return him but at the same time he had no home to return to. There may have been survivors but that seemed unlikely…no, he knew deep down that was impossible. The last of his people had gathered in one place to rebuild…there was no escape.
A sad longing gripped his heart but he suppressed that feeling and decided to deal with it later.
Wiping the blue sludge from his face, he stood up but not before taking note of the behavior from the others around him. They didn’t trust him, saw him as a threat, and they had every right to. There was no longer any reason to strike out, sense was settling in though it was like trying to take hold of smoke. Every time he thought he could make things rational, blinding images of fire and destruction filled his mind.
It was understandable that they would ready their weapons. Understandable for the goat-child to take a defensive stance against Shū’s sudden movement. The shaman had no intention of harming anyone any longer but he didn’t trust those congregating around him. Especially when another soldier appeared armed to the teeth with weapons similar in design to others. It would take him awhile to understand they were all different, all unique in their own way.
Surely it was odd how this hub, this entry into this new world, was setup. A great expanse of nothing. Just groups of people, of these ‘Primes’ gathering together to assess their situation. This new soldier spoke his name, 13-Jzall. There was a boy from his tribe with a similar name. It was almost comforting to hear a name like one of his world but the number he said beforehand made it seem…twisted. Made unnatural.
And the was he spoke put Shū’s nerves on end. He eyed the stormtroopers nervously, fists clenched tight and looking for way to either flee or something to benefit him. The shaman tried to listen to Asriel’s story but found himself wanting to instinctually run. His first interaction with the denizens of this realm could have fared better.
Asriel’s story seemed an interesting one. To be denied one’s emotions was something alien to him. Calm and focus was important, reaching a state of spiritual clarity was familiar to him as well. But to be denied emotions outright? That was something too cruel for him to grasp. Even the spirits and creatures of his world felt. To have no compassion, no empathy, no desire, was to be less than an animal.
It was quite the harrowing tale. The absorption of souls was something he was familiar with as well…it was suited to wicked creatures. Yet it was difficult for the shaman to see this child as that. Several of the stormtroopers seemed uncomfortable with the story, the rest having no response at all. Just another Prime with powerful abilities and an intricate past. Each shift in their posture, each turning of the head or rolling of the shoulders. They weren’t difficult to read.
Something did bother Shū about what Asriel said earlier. There was no death here. He wasn’t sure he believed it but thoughts not of his own making were filtering into his mind. A slow trickle of things he had always known but that in of itself was impossible. It was an odd, invasive feeling yet natural. A truly confusing experience that he chose to ignore outright.
There was a small moment of silence after 13-Jzall finished talking. He found the soldier’s story fascinating but not something he could relate to. Again the denial of emotions was too strange a concept. Talks of such battles and of odd terms such as ‘vehicles’ was confusing to him. Shū eyed the others, taking note of Captain Alexander’s silence.
“I have nothing to say to strangers in a strange land. I appreciate your tales, Asriel and 13-Jzall, but I have no desire to share my story with any of you till I feel I am no longer threatened.” He let that settle for a moment before continuing.
“I have more questions. You, metal-men, why are you here? Are you here to welcome those that arrive in this world? What is your purpose here?” Shū declared, cutting off anyone who was about to speak. His patience was unnaturally thin but after being trapped in a container for what must have been many years and being awoken by a cosmic entity, there was very little patience there to begin with.
“We are here to maintain the peace as decreed by our Emperor. There are many Primes coming into the Omniverse every day, we ask those who need guidance to come join Empire Palpatine in Coruscant. There you will find purpose and meaning to your life here in the Omniverse.” There was no deceit in the stormtrooper’s words, no underlying meaning. He completely believed what he said.
Shū stood there, crossing his arms, wanting to know more or at the very least be away from this ivory expanse of nothing. Perhaps this Coruscant was a place to find answers…it was certainly something to consider and perhaps they had a bonfire for him to warm up to. He didn’t know what an Emperor was but he assumed it was their leader. A leader who could explain this all to him better than these metal men could.
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