07-02-2015, 11:07 AM
Nealaphh emerged into the ridiculously bright sun of Costa Del Sol, its three eyes squinting in adjustment to the beautiful seaside vista. The ocean town was a bizarre mixture of a tropical city and something you might see from Cape Cod. Nealaphh didn't really pick up on the dissonance of these two clashing maritime cultures; its was focused more on staying out of sight of the Imperial patrol that was marching down the street. The shadow stuck closely to a large crowd that was moving in the opposite direction, trying to duck into a nearby alleyway when it could. It worked for the most part, but as the battalion walked by, one of the rear soldiers noticed Nealaphh's green eyes watching from the shadows.
"Sir, let's scout this alleyway. I saw something..." the grunt said, peering into the darkness even as Nealaphh retreated deeper into the dank gloom. The lead stormtrooper, who wore some sort of orange shoulder pad, turned around slowly and spoke in a dismissive tone.
"Check it yourself, private. The rest of us are heading to the mess." the lead said, rejoining the rest of the ranks. The stormtrooper who had spotted Nealaphh watched for a moment as the rest of his compatriots marched off, and let off a small sigh. With angry vigor, he shoved his way past a couple of civilians into the alleyway. The trooper shouldered his rifle and crept slowly down the puddle-ridden lane, peering in every direction, looking for signs of movement. Suddenly, before he could even scream, the trooper was bashed against the brick wall once...twice...thrice...until he went limp. Nealaphh emerged from a pile of trash bags, approaching the dazed man with grim purpose. Clearly moving around in its usual attire was too conspicuous within this verse; it would need a better way to blend in. What better way than to wear a full suit of face-concealing armor that also brought a modicum of authority with it? As such, the god-mind absorbed the soldier's Omnilium into itself, perfectly disposing of the body and leaving an empty suit of armor to don. Nealaphh also reabsorbed its cloak, and after a few minutes, had the stormtrooper attire fitting more or less perfectly. The god-mind looked down at the blaster rifle that sat in the grime of the alleyway with disdain. Such human weapons were beneath its use, but it would need to tote the useless trinket in order to better play the part. The god-mind called the gun to its hand and exited the alleyway, back into the sun.
Suddenly, a loud voice came blaring in Nealaphh's ear. The regiment captain wanted to know what was taking so long. Nealaphh elicited a mental sigh and fiddled with the radio pack on the armor's waistband until it figured out how to turn the blasted thing off. Now, dressed in acceptable camouflage, and unbothered by petty military concerns, Nealaphh journeyed out into the city to try and find a few, small items of note...
"Sir, let's scout this alleyway. I saw something..." the grunt said, peering into the darkness even as Nealaphh retreated deeper into the dank gloom. The lead stormtrooper, who wore some sort of orange shoulder pad, turned around slowly and spoke in a dismissive tone.
"Check it yourself, private. The rest of us are heading to the mess." the lead said, rejoining the rest of the ranks. The stormtrooper who had spotted Nealaphh watched for a moment as the rest of his compatriots marched off, and let off a small sigh. With angry vigor, he shoved his way past a couple of civilians into the alleyway. The trooper shouldered his rifle and crept slowly down the puddle-ridden lane, peering in every direction, looking for signs of movement. Suddenly, before he could even scream, the trooper was bashed against the brick wall once...twice...thrice...until he went limp. Nealaphh emerged from a pile of trash bags, approaching the dazed man with grim purpose. Clearly moving around in its usual attire was too conspicuous within this verse; it would need a better way to blend in. What better way than to wear a full suit of face-concealing armor that also brought a modicum of authority with it? As such, the god-mind absorbed the soldier's Omnilium into itself, perfectly disposing of the body and leaving an empty suit of armor to don. Nealaphh also reabsorbed its cloak, and after a few minutes, had the stormtrooper attire fitting more or less perfectly. The god-mind looked down at the blaster rifle that sat in the grime of the alleyway with disdain. Such human weapons were beneath its use, but it would need to tote the useless trinket in order to better play the part. The god-mind called the gun to its hand and exited the alleyway, back into the sun.
Suddenly, a loud voice came blaring in Nealaphh's ear. The regiment captain wanted to know what was taking so long. Nealaphh elicited a mental sigh and fiddled with the radio pack on the armor's waistband until it figured out how to turn the blasted thing off. Now, dressed in acceptable camouflage, and unbothered by petty military concerns, Nealaphh journeyed out into the city to try and find a few, small items of note...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued