06-27-2018, 10:10 PM
Talos sped away from the Corucant portal as fast as his floating armchair could carry him.
The history behind the floating armchair should be explained: Immediately after creating life, Talos had started casting wildly about the white abyss for someone to help him answer his lizard-related questions.
He had not found anyone near the fountain, but had seen the far off arches and theorized that someone had probably made them out of the rainbow dream-stuff, and that someone might still be hanging about. So he had made a beeline for one of them.
When he found that his pace did not match his frenetic mood, he paused to make a vehicle, reasoning that such a feat fell under the purview of the infinite possibility the omni-stuff seemed to represent, and that it would make things much faster.
A car had seemed too bulky, and he'd never been good at driving anyway, and it would leave tiremarks on the pretty white floor, and he disliked horses, and the dream-stuff did not seem limited by logic, so he figured he'd just imagine the most comfortable thing possible, and make it mobile.
Thus--floating armchair. Which apparently could reach speeds of up to 80 mph.
Then he had used his new floating armchair to transport himself and his lizard to the Corucant portal, where he met his dear friend Ensign 5390. There he learned many new and interesting things, such as the fact that there was an Empire, which employed people who, on reflection, looked remarkably like Stormtroopers.
Talos had seen Star Wars. He was old, but he was not out of touch.
So he made like a Skywalker and fled the Empire, fast as a landspeeder across the flat plane of the Nexus.
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After fleeing the Empire for about five minutes, Talos decided to turn and investigate another one of the arches, in the hopes that they would turn out less fascist. He angled towards the closest one.
As he approached he saw that the arch itself was made out of worn stone. The space beneath the arch was odd.
His first impression was that it was a painting. A savanna landscape.
Then he saw the bushes swaying in a breeze, and he chided himself for being old fashioned--it was a television screen, obviously.
Then, as he pulled up in front of it in his armchair, he felt the breeze. And he saw that some of the sand and brush had fallen over the edge and dusted the pristine white of the Nexus floor.
Neither painting nor screen, it was a doorway to real place.
Well, that was no more or less impossible than the other things he'd seen here.
He stepped off of his armchair and, putting his lizard in his breast pocket for safekeeping, approached cautiously.
He made a cane out of Omnilium. He poked the arch. He poked the cane through the arch.
He picked at some of the grass that hung over the portal. It was solid and felt miraculously mundane.
He stood and looked out over the desert for a while. There was something soothing about seeing a cluttered landscape after the unrelenting blankness of the Nexus.
Eventually, he sat down and attempted to feed his lizard.
The history behind the floating armchair should be explained: Immediately after creating life, Talos had started casting wildly about the white abyss for someone to help him answer his lizard-related questions.
He had not found anyone near the fountain, but had seen the far off arches and theorized that someone had probably made them out of the rainbow dream-stuff, and that someone might still be hanging about. So he had made a beeline for one of them.
When he found that his pace did not match his frenetic mood, he paused to make a vehicle, reasoning that such a feat fell under the purview of the infinite possibility the omni-stuff seemed to represent, and that it would make things much faster.
A car had seemed too bulky, and he'd never been good at driving anyway, and it would leave tiremarks on the pretty white floor, and he disliked horses, and the dream-stuff did not seem limited by logic, so he figured he'd just imagine the most comfortable thing possible, and make it mobile.
Thus--floating armchair. Which apparently could reach speeds of up to 80 mph.
Then he had used his new floating armchair to transport himself and his lizard to the Corucant portal, where he met his dear friend Ensign 5390. There he learned many new and interesting things, such as the fact that there was an Empire, which employed people who, on reflection, looked remarkably like Stormtroopers.
Talos had seen Star Wars. He was old, but he was not out of touch.
So he made like a Skywalker and fled the Empire, fast as a landspeeder across the flat plane of the Nexus.
----
After fleeing the Empire for about five minutes, Talos decided to turn and investigate another one of the arches, in the hopes that they would turn out less fascist. He angled towards the closest one.
As he approached he saw that the arch itself was made out of worn stone. The space beneath the arch was odd.
His first impression was that it was a painting. A savanna landscape.
Then he saw the bushes swaying in a breeze, and he chided himself for being old fashioned--it was a television screen, obviously.
Then, as he pulled up in front of it in his armchair, he felt the breeze. And he saw that some of the sand and brush had fallen over the edge and dusted the pristine white of the Nexus floor.
Neither painting nor screen, it was a doorway to real place.
Well, that was no more or less impossible than the other things he'd seen here.
He stepped off of his armchair and, putting his lizard in his breast pocket for safekeeping, approached cautiously.
He made a cane out of Omnilium. He poked the arch. He poked the cane through the arch.
He picked at some of the grass that hung over the portal. It was solid and felt miraculously mundane.
He stood and looked out over the desert for a while. There was something soothing about seeing a cluttered landscape after the unrelenting blankness of the Nexus.
Eventually, he sat down and attempted to feed his lizard.
"To live in this world you must be able to do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go." – Mary Oliver
To love what is mortal;
To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go." – Mary Oliver