02-14-2015, 12:11 AM
Only a dream. Only a dream. Sarah reassured herself sitting upright – very much awake now – in her barely worn in bed. She repeated the words aloud; in a hushed whisper nothing more, that parted from her lips: “Only a dream. It was only a dream.” Her voice crackled, belted out between breathes; between gasps for air as she panted, trying desperately to still the rapid thumping of her heart. A hand fell across her chest and she could feel it. She peered down. If she could only calm herself, then, the hours of sleep would eclipse any and all fears begotten from her nightmare. But, blinking once she noticed the few drops of sweat while they tumbled down to sting her eyes, and the others that cracked her skin, slowly forming into nasty salty residue. In those moments, she hadn’t remembered the Boy, or his odd behavior. In fact, she hardly recalled with any confidence what had occurred the day before.
I need a shower. The thought had been brief and the Teenager tossed the covers off just as it passed. They thumped, crumpling in a ball to the floor as she swept her legs over top of them and stood up right. She stretched, yawning a bit while arching her back and cradling her arms straight out above her head. There were a few cracks as it adjusted – realigning in its proper place after a night’s sleep. Thereafter, she glanced out of a window gazing at Tier 2 of Coruscant with an indifferent expression upon her face. Sighing she then turned from it and allowed the sun’s rays to grace her backside. Briefly, she felt warmth, but that didn’t last. Instead, she walked forward beyond the span of her resting space and further along, out the door whereupon she hung a sharp right.
Another door laid before her and with a simple gesture: just a wave of her hand across a nigh invisible screen of tech stuff, it separated, opening before her. Ahead she observed a typical restroom rather swiftly. The sink was a couple meters within and off to the right; straight on a moderate sized tub and shower combo, and finally off to the left the towel racks and a toilet. A stylish curtain shimmered, sheltering the washrooms contents, phasing from one design to the next with each footfall that fell upon its motion sensors. Sarah entered leaving the threshold completely bare behind her without a thought. If she had lingered just a moment more, she might have realized something important that had escaped her notice so early in the ‘morn: her Dark companion had followed her, tagging along like he had done since their arrival in Coruscant – a puppy dog of sorts.
She stripped though – unceremoniously sliding out of her hazard suit and gently letting the piece of equipment settle on the cool tile below. Next she spun and faced the mirror. Staring at her visage as she finished the process. Smirking, she almost laughed at her appearance; because it truly was a sight to behold. Such a mess of hair, sweat and prickling skin. If her superiors had ever seen her so vulnerable before her transition into the Omniverse, she certainly would have been terminated from any future assignments, and most likely disposed of without a single regret. Then, her expression froze, and just beneath her eyes patches of reds welled up forming into splotches of an intense blush. Just a glimpse had been enough, she had seen the Boy in the corner of the mirror. In that instant, her thoughts became a rampart mess and she hastily covered her chest with an arm and drifted a hand downward to protect herself.
For a second, the Dark One couldn’t even understand everything that flowed into his mind. There were just too many words; words he didn’t know (couldn’t begin to comprehend) like: ‘pervert and pig’ and ‘get out!’ The lack of understanding didn’t cross his mind. He stood there for moments with only the tilt of his head and a blank, red gaze. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to leave her side. But, Sarah retaliated swiftly. From within herself energies swelled and were expelled. Streams and swirls of purples, violets and reds surrounded her pupils, and thereafter, the brunt of them were directed at him. They were propelled outward in a nigh invisible telekinetic burst.
It struck hard sending the Boy airborne in one moment, and in the next, tossing him against the wall across from the bathroom. He landed with a harsh thump and slumped briefly – as the pain settled in radiating up his spine – only regaining enough of a focus and field of vision in time to see the door he had previously entered, be shut by a glaring Sarah with only a nod of her head in the approximate ‘closed’ direction. Afterwards, a high-pitch beep echoed outward from just above the doorframe and soft blue light lit up the word at the top it read: ‘sealed’ (because in the future you seal things). The Teenager had barred him from the restroom, effectively leaving the rest of the Apartment to explore.
The water, at first scalding, sprinkled down Sarah’s bare back. It then jetted forth though as she swept her hand up, raising the shower’s intensity parameter. Soon, steam clouded glass and she was drenched from head to toe. Her hair fell heavily upon her skin, darkening with every ounce of water applied to it. It went from a shining scarlet, to a browning maroon. She took a deep breath therein, allowing the liquid to take its course and fall unto her entire body. The Boy, she thought, How did I forget him? The fog rose up around her – from the droplets that evaporated and mystified the majority of the shower and the room itself. Scrambling forward she clumsily selected the shampoo option from the illuminated menu before her. She stood as the foam gathered in her hand. After, she began to apply it gently to her scalp.
It felt great, relaxing – more so than the sleep had been – to be washing away all that grime and confusion that had built up since her arrival in the Omniverse. A few days ago, she hadn’t been able to muster up strength enough to depart from the Fountain. Now though, she had managed to attain a living space and fall under a tentative contract with a local faction powerhouse. Initial reservations aside, with just a bit more manipulation, she would be relatively safe. Well, as long as she did nothing further to incur the wrath of the Empire. She leaned her head back and sighed deeply. If only I could stay in here forever. That of course wasn’t in the cards. It would be such a waste after all. That, and a calm life would probably drive her insane. She needed thrills, and at times she realized, that the monster that lurked within her had to be sated and tamed.
Opposite of the bathroom, the Boy had finally grown tired of the waiting game. He no longer could bare to simply stare at the door and what for her to finish – whatever it was that she was doing in there. Instead, he decided there were far more things that he could seek out in this new space. Besides, he could tell she wasn’t actually angry. Sure, she had thrown him out, but now her thoughts were focused, more in tune and deliberate. Somehow he had been misplaced in her mind. But, that still didn’t explain why she didn’t want him in there . . . He peered at the threshold one last time, thereafter, abruptly turned and went down the hallway.
Therein, he found their new Living Space. Across from an all whit oval – which seemed like a few people could sit down on - a screen built into the wall flickered to life briefly. From one side to the other the word: ‘welcome’ flashed. No sound accompanied it however, still it drew him in. He shifted his gaze from the toolset spread out atop a firm counter and honed in on the lit feature. Automatically registering his retinas, the view screen powered up, switching to the most relevant news channel. As it spoke he blinked once then stepped cautiously towards it. Each footfall carried him closer and closer until he stood eyelevel right in front of it. There, he watched for several minutes, taking in every image and every spoken thing that came alive before him. For that time, he could only wonder what it could be, and more importantly, why it was here . . . talking to him?
At the sound of Sarah’s voice, the shower powered down, with the last of its flowing water trickling into the drain in the center of the unit. Its paneled door opened for her automatically, but a venting rush of warm air kept her in her place. The dryer encased her completely. Although it had surprised her at first, the sensation of every ounce liquid evaporating off of her pores, felt amazing. She remained for seconds more before finally crossing over and stepping out, utterly content. Her dropped down just past her shoulders, still slightly moist, but certainly not drenched as it had been; its color had almost returned back to its normal bright self. With a hand she parted the locks that had fallen astray and thought: Nice – a bit hard on the hair though. Burns. It felt like it was on fire from the excess heat (the smell of burnt hair is not very pleasant).
Sarah winced at the aroma, and then glanced down at her suit. It hadn’t worn its transition into the Omnvierse very well. Its power supply essentially entirely drained, and there were several tears along the shoulder-lining. Polymer-mesh like that was never supposed to go through Warp Travel (assuming omni employed something similar to the zerg’s use of the void in the first place), but it had. Facts were facts and now she needed to make sense of them. Regardless, it would need some work to utilize properly. As she slipped back into the skin-tight suit she remembered the words of Omni once more. Anything I desire, she mimed – spanning it out like a whisper across a low-bearing canyon wall. Dressed and dry she departed and went to find the Boy.
She passed him by, briefly observing as he gave his soul to what he no doubt considered a magical glowing wall. A Viewscreen . . . do they have a news network? Her thought passed quickly as she took stock of what their kitchen had to offer. Sifting from the counter to the storage unit, the answer appeared to be: not much at all. Guess I’ll get my own breakfast. Think – just something simple. So she imagined and soon a rainbow sphere appeared on the counter before her. The more she focused upon it, the more dazzling its colors became. They rapidly swirled, tantalizing any whom might stare and soon particles broke off from it, each forming into something new. She watched for a little while, but then closed her eyes until the energy made manifest morphed to her desire.
After a few minutes, sure enough two bowls of cereal complete with spoons and mats rested on the counter before her. For a moment, she inspected the contents, but a quick bite confirmed a normal dry-tasting, yet milky flakes. Nodding to herself she grabbed a meal and brought it over to her Dark Companion. At her steps he did look away from the magic pictures and just stare blankly. Peering from the bowl with its spoon and then into her eyes, of course he didn’t understand. Then, he heard her voice. ”You might want to eat this.” She said to him and placed the bowl down beside. Thereafter, she took a seat in front of the counter and quickly dispatched the breadth of her breakfast. Several huge chomping and slurping bites later – it was gone. This early in the morning, Sarah hardly cared for ladylike graces.
Instead, her thoughts centered once more – specifically on what was to come. This Empire would not only have them on a short leash, but they had resources that likely knew far more than they could scarcely imagine about this universe. With factions like them, that knowledge literally could be brought to terms through subterfuge and acts of such cruelty, that even the most horrible of monsters – like herself – would be unable to fully accept. But, such – she assumed – was necessary. Bearing that in mind, she understood to go out without a means to defend herself as the Boy could would be foolish. To that end, she recalled the countless times her rifle had fired off round after round, killing man after man and stemming the threat of chaos with death. If she enjoyed it . . . why stop . . . just unleash what they’d done? To serve a purpose at least would mean something. Monsters rarely have purposes. She could be something more.
Now the nightmare from the previous night had all but faded into naught. It lingered as some nameless threat (but that was a lie she knew it zerg the swarm all of it was real), but it wouldn’t distract her. She imagined the rifle floating; she imagined cleaning, stocking and thumping back the trigger, and the thunder-clap as a round exited the chamber – the recoil hitting up against her shoulder. Her hands curled into balled fists, but soon enough spheres of rainbows poured out their essences before her. In that moment she could feel some force draw away from her, sapping her of breath and temporarily containing all of her willpower. As before, she remained still until what she ‘desired’ became real.
In the meantime, the Boy had come over, attempting to figure out how to use the spoon with several failed attempts. He had stuck it on his nose, tried to bend it in half, bit into it clacking his teeth against it until he final thought of putting it back in the object it came from and scooping down to pick out the contents that rested within the bowl. From that standpoint, he then inched his way to the edge of the counter, placed the bowl there – watching the display of many shining pigments and orbs – and just peered down at the filled utensil. The Ghost tilted her head at the display, almost unable to believe he didn’t know how to eat, but then again, if his mind was really that blank why would he?
With the C-10 Canister Rifle now laid perfectly across the counter, she simply stood snatched the spoon from him with an indifferent glare and then shoved it into his mouth. Instinctively he chewed and pretty much had no choice but to swallow. I’m a babysitter. Well, at least he can fight… The Teenager thought morbidly however, thankfully was saved by the bell – or in this case saved by the voice synthesized AI announcing the arrival of Captain Simmons. Apparently, he was requesting entrance at the front door. And that announcement continued for several moments, until it was replaced by a green flash that lingered just about the entrance. Simmons must not be the real patient sort in the morning. She could inspect the rifle before departure, for now though, best to let in her escort. So off she went. I’m sure the Colonel didn’t want us ditching without at least killing one political rival.
I need a shower. The thought had been brief and the Teenager tossed the covers off just as it passed. They thumped, crumpling in a ball to the floor as she swept her legs over top of them and stood up right. She stretched, yawning a bit while arching her back and cradling her arms straight out above her head. There were a few cracks as it adjusted – realigning in its proper place after a night’s sleep. Thereafter, she glanced out of a window gazing at Tier 2 of Coruscant with an indifferent expression upon her face. Sighing she then turned from it and allowed the sun’s rays to grace her backside. Briefly, she felt warmth, but that didn’t last. Instead, she walked forward beyond the span of her resting space and further along, out the door whereupon she hung a sharp right.
Another door laid before her and with a simple gesture: just a wave of her hand across a nigh invisible screen of tech stuff, it separated, opening before her. Ahead she observed a typical restroom rather swiftly. The sink was a couple meters within and off to the right; straight on a moderate sized tub and shower combo, and finally off to the left the towel racks and a toilet. A stylish curtain shimmered, sheltering the washrooms contents, phasing from one design to the next with each footfall that fell upon its motion sensors. Sarah entered leaving the threshold completely bare behind her without a thought. If she had lingered just a moment more, she might have realized something important that had escaped her notice so early in the ‘morn: her Dark companion had followed her, tagging along like he had done since their arrival in Coruscant – a puppy dog of sorts.
She stripped though – unceremoniously sliding out of her hazard suit and gently letting the piece of equipment settle on the cool tile below. Next she spun and faced the mirror. Staring at her visage as she finished the process. Smirking, she almost laughed at her appearance; because it truly was a sight to behold. Such a mess of hair, sweat and prickling skin. If her superiors had ever seen her so vulnerable before her transition into the Omniverse, she certainly would have been terminated from any future assignments, and most likely disposed of without a single regret. Then, her expression froze, and just beneath her eyes patches of reds welled up forming into splotches of an intense blush. Just a glimpse had been enough, she had seen the Boy in the corner of the mirror. In that instant, her thoughts became a rampart mess and she hastily covered her chest with an arm and drifted a hand downward to protect herself.
For a second, the Dark One couldn’t even understand everything that flowed into his mind. There were just too many words; words he didn’t know (couldn’t begin to comprehend) like: ‘pervert and pig’ and ‘get out!’ The lack of understanding didn’t cross his mind. He stood there for moments with only the tilt of his head and a blank, red gaze. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to leave her side. But, Sarah retaliated swiftly. From within herself energies swelled and were expelled. Streams and swirls of purples, violets and reds surrounded her pupils, and thereafter, the brunt of them were directed at him. They were propelled outward in a nigh invisible telekinetic burst.
It struck hard sending the Boy airborne in one moment, and in the next, tossing him against the wall across from the bathroom. He landed with a harsh thump and slumped briefly – as the pain settled in radiating up his spine – only regaining enough of a focus and field of vision in time to see the door he had previously entered, be shut by a glaring Sarah with only a nod of her head in the approximate ‘closed’ direction. Afterwards, a high-pitch beep echoed outward from just above the doorframe and soft blue light lit up the word at the top it read: ‘sealed’ (because in the future you seal things). The Teenager had barred him from the restroom, effectively leaving the rest of the Apartment to explore.
The water, at first scalding, sprinkled down Sarah’s bare back. It then jetted forth though as she swept her hand up, raising the shower’s intensity parameter. Soon, steam clouded glass and she was drenched from head to toe. Her hair fell heavily upon her skin, darkening with every ounce of water applied to it. It went from a shining scarlet, to a browning maroon. She took a deep breath therein, allowing the liquid to take its course and fall unto her entire body. The Boy, she thought, How did I forget him? The fog rose up around her – from the droplets that evaporated and mystified the majority of the shower and the room itself. Scrambling forward she clumsily selected the shampoo option from the illuminated menu before her. She stood as the foam gathered in her hand. After, she began to apply it gently to her scalp.
It felt great, relaxing – more so than the sleep had been – to be washing away all that grime and confusion that had built up since her arrival in the Omniverse. A few days ago, she hadn’t been able to muster up strength enough to depart from the Fountain. Now though, she had managed to attain a living space and fall under a tentative contract with a local faction powerhouse. Initial reservations aside, with just a bit more manipulation, she would be relatively safe. Well, as long as she did nothing further to incur the wrath of the Empire. She leaned her head back and sighed deeply. If only I could stay in here forever. That of course wasn’t in the cards. It would be such a waste after all. That, and a calm life would probably drive her insane. She needed thrills, and at times she realized, that the monster that lurked within her had to be sated and tamed.
Opposite of the bathroom, the Boy had finally grown tired of the waiting game. He no longer could bare to simply stare at the door and what for her to finish – whatever it was that she was doing in there. Instead, he decided there were far more things that he could seek out in this new space. Besides, he could tell she wasn’t actually angry. Sure, she had thrown him out, but now her thoughts were focused, more in tune and deliberate. Somehow he had been misplaced in her mind. But, that still didn’t explain why she didn’t want him in there . . . He peered at the threshold one last time, thereafter, abruptly turned and went down the hallway.
Therein, he found their new Living Space. Across from an all whit oval – which seemed like a few people could sit down on - a screen built into the wall flickered to life briefly. From one side to the other the word: ‘welcome’ flashed. No sound accompanied it however, still it drew him in. He shifted his gaze from the toolset spread out atop a firm counter and honed in on the lit feature. Automatically registering his retinas, the view screen powered up, switching to the most relevant news channel. As it spoke he blinked once then stepped cautiously towards it. Each footfall carried him closer and closer until he stood eyelevel right in front of it. There, he watched for several minutes, taking in every image and every spoken thing that came alive before him. For that time, he could only wonder what it could be, and more importantly, why it was here . . . talking to him?
At the sound of Sarah’s voice, the shower powered down, with the last of its flowing water trickling into the drain in the center of the unit. Its paneled door opened for her automatically, but a venting rush of warm air kept her in her place. The dryer encased her completely. Although it had surprised her at first, the sensation of every ounce liquid evaporating off of her pores, felt amazing. She remained for seconds more before finally crossing over and stepping out, utterly content. Her dropped down just past her shoulders, still slightly moist, but certainly not drenched as it had been; its color had almost returned back to its normal bright self. With a hand she parted the locks that had fallen astray and thought: Nice – a bit hard on the hair though. Burns. It felt like it was on fire from the excess heat (the smell of burnt hair is not very pleasant).
Sarah winced at the aroma, and then glanced down at her suit. It hadn’t worn its transition into the Omnvierse very well. Its power supply essentially entirely drained, and there were several tears along the shoulder-lining. Polymer-mesh like that was never supposed to go through Warp Travel (assuming omni employed something similar to the zerg’s use of the void in the first place), but it had. Facts were facts and now she needed to make sense of them. Regardless, it would need some work to utilize properly. As she slipped back into the skin-tight suit she remembered the words of Omni once more. Anything I desire, she mimed – spanning it out like a whisper across a low-bearing canyon wall. Dressed and dry she departed and went to find the Boy.
She passed him by, briefly observing as he gave his soul to what he no doubt considered a magical glowing wall. A Viewscreen . . . do they have a news network? Her thought passed quickly as she took stock of what their kitchen had to offer. Sifting from the counter to the storage unit, the answer appeared to be: not much at all. Guess I’ll get my own breakfast. Think – just something simple. So she imagined and soon a rainbow sphere appeared on the counter before her. The more she focused upon it, the more dazzling its colors became. They rapidly swirled, tantalizing any whom might stare and soon particles broke off from it, each forming into something new. She watched for a little while, but then closed her eyes until the energy made manifest morphed to her desire.
After a few minutes, sure enough two bowls of cereal complete with spoons and mats rested on the counter before her. For a moment, she inspected the contents, but a quick bite confirmed a normal dry-tasting, yet milky flakes. Nodding to herself she grabbed a meal and brought it over to her Dark Companion. At her steps he did look away from the magic pictures and just stare blankly. Peering from the bowl with its spoon and then into her eyes, of course he didn’t understand. Then, he heard her voice. ”You might want to eat this.” She said to him and placed the bowl down beside. Thereafter, she took a seat in front of the counter and quickly dispatched the breadth of her breakfast. Several huge chomping and slurping bites later – it was gone. This early in the morning, Sarah hardly cared for ladylike graces.
Instead, her thoughts centered once more – specifically on what was to come. This Empire would not only have them on a short leash, but they had resources that likely knew far more than they could scarcely imagine about this universe. With factions like them, that knowledge literally could be brought to terms through subterfuge and acts of such cruelty, that even the most horrible of monsters – like herself – would be unable to fully accept. But, such – she assumed – was necessary. Bearing that in mind, she understood to go out without a means to defend herself as the Boy could would be foolish. To that end, she recalled the countless times her rifle had fired off round after round, killing man after man and stemming the threat of chaos with death. If she enjoyed it . . . why stop . . . just unleash what they’d done? To serve a purpose at least would mean something. Monsters rarely have purposes. She could be something more.
Now the nightmare from the previous night had all but faded into naught. It lingered as some nameless threat (but that was a lie she knew it zerg the swarm all of it was real), but it wouldn’t distract her. She imagined the rifle floating; she imagined cleaning, stocking and thumping back the trigger, and the thunder-clap as a round exited the chamber – the recoil hitting up against her shoulder. Her hands curled into balled fists, but soon enough spheres of rainbows poured out their essences before her. In that moment she could feel some force draw away from her, sapping her of breath and temporarily containing all of her willpower. As before, she remained still until what she ‘desired’ became real.
In the meantime, the Boy had come over, attempting to figure out how to use the spoon with several failed attempts. He had stuck it on his nose, tried to bend it in half, bit into it clacking his teeth against it until he final thought of putting it back in the object it came from and scooping down to pick out the contents that rested within the bowl. From that standpoint, he then inched his way to the edge of the counter, placed the bowl there – watching the display of many shining pigments and orbs – and just peered down at the filled utensil. The Ghost tilted her head at the display, almost unable to believe he didn’t know how to eat, but then again, if his mind was really that blank why would he?
With the C-10 Canister Rifle now laid perfectly across the counter, she simply stood snatched the spoon from him with an indifferent glare and then shoved it into his mouth. Instinctively he chewed and pretty much had no choice but to swallow. I’m a babysitter. Well, at least he can fight… The Teenager thought morbidly however, thankfully was saved by the bell – or in this case saved by the voice synthesized AI announcing the arrival of Captain Simmons. Apparently, he was requesting entrance at the front door. And that announcement continued for several moments, until it was replaced by a green flash that lingered just about the entrance. Simmons must not be the real patient sort in the morning. She could inspect the rifle before departure, for now though, best to let in her escort. So off she went. I’m sure the Colonel didn’t want us ditching without at least killing one political rival.
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