08-02-2018, 02:32 PM
An hour passed.
To an observer, the Nexus and its traffic might seem to pivot around the stationary figure standing in front of the Fountain. Even as it underwent one of its periodic shifts, moving from a fountain of clear, cool water to a construction of steel branches, interlocking and sprouting high into the sky behind her, Gogo didn’t deign to spare the movement so much as a glance. The constant flow of people in and around the area? They were so far beneath her notice that it wasn’t even worth considering.
The battle had to be done by now. She would be surprised if Black Mamba lasted even five minutes, let alone an hour.
Which meant that this wasn’t the Afterlife.
The ball and chain spun around several times, wrapping about her arm, until she caught the ball in her palm and sunk the whole lot into the pocket of her skirt. She turned, slowly, taking in the Gates, the people, and the changed form of the Fountain. Black Mamba wasn’t coming. Round Two might never arrive. That meant she had other things to worry about, such as determining where she was, and what that meant.
Omni had certainly been correct that she was not the only one here. As she moved back into motion, one such group of individuals – very definitely there – fanned out around her. They were clad in strange armour, as bright and stark white for the most part of the ground on which they stood. Perhaps these were the natural defenders of this place?
They held automatic weapons, though of a design that Gogo didn’t recognise. They also did not seem to be overly taken in by the fact that she was a teenage girl. In fact, as she watched them move, she became acutely aware of the way they covered each other; their military bearing and precision was impressive.
“You there. Girl. What are you doing?”
The voice of the Stormtrooper was distorted by his mask into a harsh electric burr. Gogo’s brow twitched curiously.
“Oh, hello.” She said, putting on her sweetest voice, her easiest smile – and ensuring that her hand and the weapon remained hidden from view. “My name is Gogo. I was just waiting for a, friend. That strange man said that I wouldn’t be on my own, so he’ll definitely bring my friends here too, yes?”
The Stormtroopers were not fooled by this display. An unknown Prime was a dangerous Prime. They did have a job to do, however.
“New arrival, then.” The Captain buzzed. It was not a question. “Welcome to the Omniverse. My name is Captain Nineteen Thirty Seven. If you want to know the lay of the land, you should consider heading through that gate over there.” He gestured to the construction of steel in the distance. “That’s the way to Coruscant. The safest and most populated city in the Omniverse.”
Gogo gasped, and her free hand slapped the side of her cheek in mock horror. Perhaps she was putting it on a bit too much, but she was having fun with it.
“Safest? Does that mean we’re in danger, Captain?”
To an observer, the Nexus and its traffic might seem to pivot around the stationary figure standing in front of the Fountain. Even as it underwent one of its periodic shifts, moving from a fountain of clear, cool water to a construction of steel branches, interlocking and sprouting high into the sky behind her, Gogo didn’t deign to spare the movement so much as a glance. The constant flow of people in and around the area? They were so far beneath her notice that it wasn’t even worth considering.
The battle had to be done by now. She would be surprised if Black Mamba lasted even five minutes, let alone an hour.
Which meant that this wasn’t the Afterlife.
The ball and chain spun around several times, wrapping about her arm, until she caught the ball in her palm and sunk the whole lot into the pocket of her skirt. She turned, slowly, taking in the Gates, the people, and the changed form of the Fountain. Black Mamba wasn’t coming. Round Two might never arrive. That meant she had other things to worry about, such as determining where she was, and what that meant.
Omni had certainly been correct that she was not the only one here. As she moved back into motion, one such group of individuals – very definitely there – fanned out around her. They were clad in strange armour, as bright and stark white for the most part of the ground on which they stood. Perhaps these were the natural defenders of this place?
They held automatic weapons, though of a design that Gogo didn’t recognise. They also did not seem to be overly taken in by the fact that she was a teenage girl. In fact, as she watched them move, she became acutely aware of the way they covered each other; their military bearing and precision was impressive.
“You there. Girl. What are you doing?”
The voice of the Stormtrooper was distorted by his mask into a harsh electric burr. Gogo’s brow twitched curiously.
“Oh, hello.” She said, putting on her sweetest voice, her easiest smile – and ensuring that her hand and the weapon remained hidden from view. “My name is Gogo. I was just waiting for a, friend. That strange man said that I wouldn’t be on my own, so he’ll definitely bring my friends here too, yes?”
The Stormtroopers were not fooled by this display. An unknown Prime was a dangerous Prime. They did have a job to do, however.
“New arrival, then.” The Captain buzzed. It was not a question. “Welcome to the Omniverse. My name is Captain Nineteen Thirty Seven. If you want to know the lay of the land, you should consider heading through that gate over there.” He gestured to the construction of steel in the distance. “That’s the way to Coruscant. The safest and most populated city in the Omniverse.”
Gogo gasped, and her free hand slapped the side of her cheek in mock horror. Perhaps she was putting it on a bit too much, but she was having fun with it.
“Safest? Does that mean we’re in danger, Captain?”
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