08-04-2015, 05:31 PM
Before Grey could ask what the problem was, he felt a buzzing behind his ear. Somebody was trying to reach him via his cochlear implant. He motioned to Dark Drive that he needed a moment to himself, then quickly depressed the small machine.
Who was calling him? Grey's mind raced for answers; he decided the easiest way to get them would be to gently wade into these waters of the unknown. In a calm, even tone, he said simply, "This is Grey. Talk to me."
"It's me, Grey." The Grey Man knew the voice: it was Ron. It was Big Ron! He'd made it here after all! Grey breathed a quiet sigh of relief as his friend continued: "... and I'm in a bit of a jam."
“You and me both, brotherman," Grey quipped sardonically. "I’ve been traveling for a bit with a man who calls himself Drive. We seem to be trapped in some kind of alternate universe, or something, and I can’t get in contact the rest of Strike Team. What’s your deal?”
“I’m here in the omniverse as well—I got taken captive my first day here. I’m in a place called The Endless Dunes. Have you heard of it?” Omniverse. Ron mentioned this place by name. So he knew just as much as Grey. Maybe. Sounded about right, honestly; Ron was always better at quickly gathering intel, though Grey was usually the more thorough one.
“Endless Dunes, huh?" Grey echoed. "Yeah, I know a little bit about the place. We’re headed to Camelot right now.” Grey paused for a moment, realizing how absurd it all sounded. He vocalized these thoughts as well.
“Yeah, really," Ron agreed. "Anyway, the lady who took me captive wants to talk to you.”
“Ah, figures," Grey shot back, referring to their earlier troubles during Proto-Gilgamesh. "You have to stop letting this happen to you... Put her on.”
After a brief exchange with his friend's captor, Grey clicked off his implant. Ron was being held in the Dunes by slave-runners. They were asking a ransom, to be determined during a meeting in person.
It was obviously a trap. Grey looked over to Dark Drive, and saw the rider looking at him as well. "What was that?" he asked. Grey answered him, "An old friend of mine. Got himself kidnapped when we arrived, seems like. I'm gonna have to bail on Camelot. I told her we were already there to buy myself the element of surprise. But, here..." Grey trailed off, pulling out his notepad and a pen. He quickly scribbled the range of radio frequencies he used on it and handed it over to the rider as the NEXTridoron halted to a stop. "I appreciate that you were willing to help me find answers, so we'll call it an open offer. If you're ever in a jam, call me. As for my friend... I'll need to take care of this one solo."
And with that, he began the long trek to the Endless Dunes. He knew just enough to make this work... or so he hoped.
Who was calling him? Grey's mind raced for answers; he decided the easiest way to get them would be to gently wade into these waters of the unknown. In a calm, even tone, he said simply, "This is Grey. Talk to me."
"It's me, Grey." The Grey Man knew the voice: it was Ron. It was Big Ron! He'd made it here after all! Grey breathed a quiet sigh of relief as his friend continued: "... and I'm in a bit of a jam."
“You and me both, brotherman," Grey quipped sardonically. "I’ve been traveling for a bit with a man who calls himself Drive. We seem to be trapped in some kind of alternate universe, or something, and I can’t get in contact the rest of Strike Team. What’s your deal?”
“I’m here in the omniverse as well—I got taken captive my first day here. I’m in a place called The Endless Dunes. Have you heard of it?” Omniverse. Ron mentioned this place by name. So he knew just as much as Grey. Maybe. Sounded about right, honestly; Ron was always better at quickly gathering intel, though Grey was usually the more thorough one.
“Endless Dunes, huh?" Grey echoed. "Yeah, I know a little bit about the place. We’re headed to Camelot right now.” Grey paused for a moment, realizing how absurd it all sounded. He vocalized these thoughts as well.
“Yeah, really," Ron agreed. "Anyway, the lady who took me captive wants to talk to you.”
“Ah, figures," Grey shot back, referring to their earlier troubles during Proto-Gilgamesh. "You have to stop letting this happen to you... Put her on.”
After a brief exchange with his friend's captor, Grey clicked off his implant. Ron was being held in the Dunes by slave-runners. They were asking a ransom, to be determined during a meeting in person.
It was obviously a trap. Grey looked over to Dark Drive, and saw the rider looking at him as well. "What was that?" he asked. Grey answered him, "An old friend of mine. Got himself kidnapped when we arrived, seems like. I'm gonna have to bail on Camelot. I told her we were already there to buy myself the element of surprise. But, here..." Grey trailed off, pulling out his notepad and a pen. He quickly scribbled the range of radio frequencies he used on it and handed it over to the rider as the NEXTridoron halted to a stop. "I appreciate that you were willing to help me find answers, so we'll call it an open offer. If you're ever in a jam, call me. As for my friend... I'll need to take care of this one solo."
And with that, he began the long trek to the Endless Dunes. He knew just enough to make this work... or so he hoped.