The Scramble [Complete]

[Violet]

Garona’s eyes narrowed as they took in the entirety of this strange female with the brightly-colored hard shell. Her voice was odd, as well. She had seen something similar on Azeroth, she remembered; one of the races…what was it? Short, bald green-fleshed beings with pointed ears, then soft pink skinned beings of similar stature, both were genius and resourceful, bringing to life things hewn of metal and magic. The memory came to her in a flash, and was gone again, leaving its latent scent behind. Could this thing be one of their inventions?

Her heavily booted feet touched lightly on the hard surface beneath her, filling the space with its leathery sound. Circling the creature, Garona took in the shiny plates of metal and glass, daring not to drop her guard lest it attacked. The thing was bigger than she, although that was never a problem. Her dagger discriminated not against size. The problem would be penetrating that armor to get to the sweet meat underneath.

“So,” Garona stopped just to the creature’s left, her muscled arms folding across her chest, body stiffening. “A game, hmm?” Something came to her, an abstract vision, followed by a voice that was somehow familiar. Her eyes flashed with the revelation. “Omnilium. That’s what we have to find. That’s the game.”

Samus shrugged, the movement nearly imperceptible beneath the heavy shell. “The voice told you that, too?”

Garona nodded. “I barely remember the darkness that spoke to me. He made that part clear, though. That thing is supposed to…what was it supposed to do?” Her eyes squinched in confusion as she tried to recall what he had said. The voice was definitely a “he”, although it lacked the gravelly deepness of the males of her kind.

“He had also mentioned something about being ‘reborn’;” Samus said. “I think that means we will risk death, but to be reborn is to be-“

“Immortal.” Garona whispered the word like a deeply seated desire that had suddenly become real. It was a tone filled with both awe and reprehension. To be immortal seemed to be the pinnacle of her innermost wishes. She could do anything, free to work however she pleased without fear that she would die for good.

The idea, as well as the presence of this female did prove one thing: she wasn’t dead. The ancestors had been far too quiet for her to drink the idea down in the first place. Since she seemed to be very well alive, perhaps it was time to do some investigating. She was somewhat relieved not to be alone in this white void, but she wondered whether this thing was friend, or was she foe?