10-13-2017, 04:04 PM
The walk from that fancy resteraunt wasn't too terribly long. Who knows how lost the Arrancar boy would be should the building he rode down be farther than it was. Serraph would sigh, his hands retreating into pants pockets as he walked through street through the mixed crowd of white armored soldiers and citizens. A few turned their heads, possibly taking into account of how strange it was for a young man to walk alone in this part of the city, which was like a checkpoint station for those coming in and out of this verse.
It would seem he couldn't walk out like he did before, as the soldiers funneled the crowd into various lines leading into the checkout station. Serraph's eyes would wander about, finding no end to his curiosity. Bipedal machines strolled to and fro, carrying luggage and supplies to various speeders, as the locals near him called them. An inverted "Y" shaped craft would land nearby, with people in grey and black uniforms marching down from its ramp. They seemed more personalized than the sea of white armored soldiers that filled the place, leading the former Espada to believe that perhaps these people are the ones who ran the show or at least this station.
"Caught some Camelot scum, they did. Showed those bantha turds what happens to those who challenge the Empire, they did.", Said an enthusiastic old man clad in tattered rags said, gripping a hold of Serraph's sleeve.
The sudden shock of someone snapping him out of his curious daze upon the world was enough to make the boy jump, his hand instictively falling upon the hilt of his blade. It didn't take even half a glance to realize there was no threat to found here and so he let his hand drop from his blade.
"Camelot?", Serraph said in near disbelief, his eyes glancing back at the officers who were reassigning some nearby troops. "I didn't realize this eh... 'Empire' of yours fought such mythical kingdoms", Serraph would reply, mindlessly advancing along with the line.
"You haven't heard? Tis the only nation that dares to rival this great Empire! They aint got the stuff to go toe to toe with us though. A couple of 'em got themselves caught red handed trying to steal Primes for their cause."
"I see.... how um... unfortunate."
"Papers, please.", said another voice beside Serraph, dragging his attention to it. The line had moved much faster than Serraph could believe, yet here he was stating at a man behind a blue field of energy, clad in the same officer greys the ones he saw depart from that one strange craft. This one seemed older with stress marks tainting his face and scars running over his cheeks. His hand motioned to the metal table before him. "Your papers. Please.", he repeated again.
Serraph was unprepared but he did what he could at a mere whim, a rough page appearing in his gloved hand detailing his various specifics including race, home city, occupation, and place among this world. The man was hardly surprised but was careful at grasping the ancient appearing page through the blue field of energy, as if his very touch would disintegrate it. His brown eyes narrowed down upon the page before glancing up at Serraph.
"You should have said you were a prime, boy. You are free to pass, but here it lists a deceased date. You are clearly alive."
Serraph Quarrere leaned down over the table, his white gloved hands loosening his tie and shirt before pulling it down to reveal a hole about three inches in diameter that seemed to be punched clean through. The seasoned officer was surprised even if he didn't reveal it to be and merely motioned his hand in dismissal to him.
Now free, He fixed himself, walking through the portal out to the nexus, the blank slate of the realm a welcoming sight compared to the near overcrowding nature of Coruscant. He wasn't alone however, as a person seemed to be walking towards him or the gate for that matter. His body shifted towards him, his right hand lazily waving in greeting.
It would seem he couldn't walk out like he did before, as the soldiers funneled the crowd into various lines leading into the checkout station. Serraph's eyes would wander about, finding no end to his curiosity. Bipedal machines strolled to and fro, carrying luggage and supplies to various speeders, as the locals near him called them. An inverted "Y" shaped craft would land nearby, with people in grey and black uniforms marching down from its ramp. They seemed more personalized than the sea of white armored soldiers that filled the place, leading the former Espada to believe that perhaps these people are the ones who ran the show or at least this station.
"Caught some Camelot scum, they did. Showed those bantha turds what happens to those who challenge the Empire, they did.", Said an enthusiastic old man clad in tattered rags said, gripping a hold of Serraph's sleeve.
The sudden shock of someone snapping him out of his curious daze upon the world was enough to make the boy jump, his hand instictively falling upon the hilt of his blade. It didn't take even half a glance to realize there was no threat to found here and so he let his hand drop from his blade.
"Camelot?", Serraph said in near disbelief, his eyes glancing back at the officers who were reassigning some nearby troops. "I didn't realize this eh... 'Empire' of yours fought such mythical kingdoms", Serraph would reply, mindlessly advancing along with the line.
"You haven't heard? Tis the only nation that dares to rival this great Empire! They aint got the stuff to go toe to toe with us though. A couple of 'em got themselves caught red handed trying to steal Primes for their cause."
"I see.... how um... unfortunate."
"Papers, please.", said another voice beside Serraph, dragging his attention to it. The line had moved much faster than Serraph could believe, yet here he was stating at a man behind a blue field of energy, clad in the same officer greys the ones he saw depart from that one strange craft. This one seemed older with stress marks tainting his face and scars running over his cheeks. His hand motioned to the metal table before him. "Your papers. Please.", he repeated again.
Serraph was unprepared but he did what he could at a mere whim, a rough page appearing in his gloved hand detailing his various specifics including race, home city, occupation, and place among this world. The man was hardly surprised but was careful at grasping the ancient appearing page through the blue field of energy, as if his very touch would disintegrate it. His brown eyes narrowed down upon the page before glancing up at Serraph.
"You should have said you were a prime, boy. You are free to pass, but here it lists a deceased date. You are clearly alive."
Serraph Quarrere leaned down over the table, his white gloved hands loosening his tie and shirt before pulling it down to reveal a hole about three inches in diameter that seemed to be punched clean through. The seasoned officer was surprised even if he didn't reveal it to be and merely motioned his hand in dismissal to him.
Now free, He fixed himself, walking through the portal out to the nexus, the blank slate of the realm a welcoming sight compared to the near overcrowding nature of Coruscant. He wasn't alone however, as a person seemed to be walking towards him or the gate for that matter. His body shifted towards him, his right hand lazily waving in greeting.
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"