05-20-2018, 06:29 AM
The relatively short drive ended as he neared the archway.
Slowly, he hit the brakes and rolled to a stop, turning aside from the archway and ending up idling for several seconds as he shut the vehicle off. Only some ten yards distant now, the archway and those standing beside it could be clearly made out. Definitely about human size. Covered head to toe in some kind of shiny white armor. And in their hands, some kind of...gun, probably. Like none he had ever seen before, even during his time with the Military Police so long ago, but...the way they held them, and the general design, spoke enough about that for him to make the assumption. Roger Smith had never much cared for guns himself. Just one reason he had eventually left the Military Police to pursue other work.
After a moment, he opened the door and stepped out, rising up to stand. He lifted a hand to adjust his tie, before pocketing the keys to the Griffon and shutting the door behind him. His hand slowly rose to pull his sunglasses free as he started to slowly pace forward, toward the archway. From this distance he could also tell something else. It was very well-maintained and constructed. Shiny and polished, made of metal -- steel, most likely. Connected smoothly, with only minor traces of where the pieces fit together. A work of architecture at stark odds with that decrepit, sad fountain he had woken up by. And through it, he could see...something else. It confirmed his initial fanciful theory that it was some kind of gateway leading to... Well, he'd just have to find out eventually.
As he tucked his sunglasses into a pocket of his suit, Roger offered a nod to the two standing by the arch. Guards, of some kind? Sentries, maybe. "Good afternoon," he said shortly.
"Hard to tell, in the Nexus," one of them replied. Voice was strange. Oddly muffled, with a hint of static. Not a normal speaking voice, but like one heard through some kind of radio or other transmitter. Like when he received a call while piloting Big O. But that didn't matter terribly much; he could be understood, and that would suffice. Plus, he had provided another detail to slot into the mystery of this place.
"The Nexus?" Roger blinked, turning to look back over his shoulder. Faintly, still, he could see the others in the distance. Arches, like this one, he had to guess. More gateways. "A connection..." He turned back, gesturing at all the emptiness of the Nexus's white expanse behind him. "So, then...this isn't all there is." And he offered a faint smile, shaking his head. "Good to know. Thought this was going to be a dull experience, with a reception like this."
"Yeah, Nexus is a pretty dull place," the other one of the guards agreed. A woman, by the voice. "Sounds like you're a newly arrived Prime. Welcome to the Omniverse."
Roger focused in on that. More details. "Well, not that I don't appreciate the welcome, but...'Prime'? You got the newly arrived part right, but what's that?"
"Someone brought here directly by Omni himself," the first one answered. "Strange little child-thing, like an all-white shadow, if stories are accurate."
"Listen, I'm sure you've got a lot of questions." The second one cut in. "If you head through the gate here, you'll end up in Coruscant. Shining city and jewel of the Omniverse." She indicated the gate of steel with a tilt of her head. "They can help get you filled in and set up properly somewhere you can put whatever skills you have to use."
"That so..." Roger Smith turned his eyes to the archway, and the strange patterns and images swirling within it. By his estimate, it would be a fairly slim margin, but the Griffon should manage to fit through. He nodded to the two guards. "Well, thanks for the direction. Be seeing you." And he turned to return to his car again. Fairly minor, but he had some idea of where to get started now.
Coruscant...boy. Names in this place were gonna be something to get used to.
Slowly, he hit the brakes and rolled to a stop, turning aside from the archway and ending up idling for several seconds as he shut the vehicle off. Only some ten yards distant now, the archway and those standing beside it could be clearly made out. Definitely about human size. Covered head to toe in some kind of shiny white armor. And in their hands, some kind of...gun, probably. Like none he had ever seen before, even during his time with the Military Police so long ago, but...the way they held them, and the general design, spoke enough about that for him to make the assumption. Roger Smith had never much cared for guns himself. Just one reason he had eventually left the Military Police to pursue other work.
After a moment, he opened the door and stepped out, rising up to stand. He lifted a hand to adjust his tie, before pocketing the keys to the Griffon and shutting the door behind him. His hand slowly rose to pull his sunglasses free as he started to slowly pace forward, toward the archway. From this distance he could also tell something else. It was very well-maintained and constructed. Shiny and polished, made of metal -- steel, most likely. Connected smoothly, with only minor traces of where the pieces fit together. A work of architecture at stark odds with that decrepit, sad fountain he had woken up by. And through it, he could see...something else. It confirmed his initial fanciful theory that it was some kind of gateway leading to... Well, he'd just have to find out eventually.
As he tucked his sunglasses into a pocket of his suit, Roger offered a nod to the two standing by the arch. Guards, of some kind? Sentries, maybe. "Good afternoon," he said shortly.
"Hard to tell, in the Nexus," one of them replied. Voice was strange. Oddly muffled, with a hint of static. Not a normal speaking voice, but like one heard through some kind of radio or other transmitter. Like when he received a call while piloting Big O. But that didn't matter terribly much; he could be understood, and that would suffice. Plus, he had provided another detail to slot into the mystery of this place.
"The Nexus?" Roger blinked, turning to look back over his shoulder. Faintly, still, he could see the others in the distance. Arches, like this one, he had to guess. More gateways. "A connection..." He turned back, gesturing at all the emptiness of the Nexus's white expanse behind him. "So, then...this isn't all there is." And he offered a faint smile, shaking his head. "Good to know. Thought this was going to be a dull experience, with a reception like this."
"Yeah, Nexus is a pretty dull place," the other one of the guards agreed. A woman, by the voice. "Sounds like you're a newly arrived Prime. Welcome to the Omniverse."
Roger focused in on that. More details. "Well, not that I don't appreciate the welcome, but...'Prime'? You got the newly arrived part right, but what's that?"
"Someone brought here directly by Omni himself," the first one answered. "Strange little child-thing, like an all-white shadow, if stories are accurate."
"Listen, I'm sure you've got a lot of questions." The second one cut in. "If you head through the gate here, you'll end up in Coruscant. Shining city and jewel of the Omniverse." She indicated the gate of steel with a tilt of her head. "They can help get you filled in and set up properly somewhere you can put whatever skills you have to use."
"That so..." Roger Smith turned his eyes to the archway, and the strange patterns and images swirling within it. By his estimate, it would be a fairly slim margin, but the Griffon should manage to fit through. He nodded to the two guards. "Well, thanks for the direction. Be seeing you." And he turned to return to his car again. Fairly minor, but he had some idea of where to get started now.
Coruscant...boy. Names in this place were gonna be something to get used to.
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