09-29-2015, 09:52 PM
Well. That settled that. Nealaphh now had no choice but to find a secret way into the deeper levels of Coruscant. Still, the god-mind would be remiss to harbor any sort of self pity for its decision in letting Rebecca go with Okor. The girl was not necessary to the success of its current objective, and it would be better for her to get out of the Vasty Deep, where she was likely being sought after by Rapture, if the latest postings on the Bounty Boards were anything to go by. Limiting itself to a single option for the success of any given task was not thinking like a true god-mind. Nealaphh would have to hold this thought closer to its core in the future. Ever since coming to the Omniverse and being isolated to this singular form, the shadow could gradually feeling the vast faculties of its mental patterns regressing to that of a more mortal ken. It was everything in Nealaphh's power to be able to keep accumulating Omnilium quickly enough so as to be able to reconstruct its internal structure to accommodate the true vastness of its mental capabilities. In that regard, it was important for Nealaphh to plan out where it was going to go now.
Okor had proven to be a dead-end when it came to finding a secret route, contrary to what had been hoped, but that did not mean that no such route existed. Dealing with hypotheticals was something that a god-mind such as Nealaphh excelled at, due to his ability to process a vast amount of variables all at the same time. Ultimately, the most important goal to establish was getting the raw materials for the Gigaton Hammer in to Coruscant. If Nealaphh was unable to locate a secret gate, it could, potentially, smuggle the goods into Coruscant through the gate in Carrefore, but being that the cargo was going to be shipped alongside frozen produce, it might become slightly more conspicuous. After all, it wasn't often that food items were shipped out of the Endless Dunes. Still, it was better than trucking it in directly through the usual channels. The alternative would be to try and negotiate the shipment of less high profile cargo to travel alongside the Goron ore, but this would take more time than the alternative and would have no guarantee of success versus the prior option.
None of this was pertinent, however, until the god-mind was sure that a better option was not available, and Nealaphh was not at that point yet. Given the dramatic nature of The Smiling One's ideal world, it was likely that the gate would be located in a hard to reach or exotic location. Continuity was, however, also important, at least as far as Nealaphh could tell. As such, a gate to a highly technological Verse such as Coruscant was unlikely to be in a wild or natural setting...though it wasn't completely impossible. Tier Four was less technologically advanced than other levels of the city, however, so that was also a variable to take in to consideration. Honestly, it was seeming as though the most likely place to search for such a Gate would be back in the city of Rapture. This was a poor option, for a multitude of reasons, however. The god-mind needed a location that it could enter without any notice of any sort being taken. There had to be another option. Blue Flame Island came to mind. Being a haven for pirate activity, there was a very large likelihood that any number of rogue factions had managed to erect a gate that would serve Nealaphh's needs.
This would require some negotiation, but at least brigands were easier to deal with (and more predictable) than the Empire. The god-mind would likely have to try and cement relations with one of the more powerful pirate captains stationed on the island, which would probably require raising its bounty to even higher levels than they already were. This would have to be a note of caution, as the islands' inhabitants would probably very much enjoy trying to take Nealaphh's life if they were aware of the vast price on its head. On the other hand, given the nature of the island and the verse as a whole, the level of technological exposure, let lone literacy, left much to be desired on a lawless island such as Blue Flame. If nothing else, it would serve as a decent base of operations as Nealaphh conducted further searches into possible locations for an illicit gate.
Settled on a plan of action, the shadow spent a few minutes conjuring its tetragonal oceanic transport once more, slowly wading into the waves and letting the water soak deep into its heavy black robe. The shining, black glass polygon sank away into the chum ridden waves beyond the shoreline of the nameless atoll just east of Costa Del Sol, carrying with it a mind that still worked furiously in an attempt to mitigate the collected sum of its knowledge. After a few waves lapped at the edge of the fluffy sand, any trace of the space marines, Nealaphh or its erstwhile charge were erased completely...
Okor had proven to be a dead-end when it came to finding a secret route, contrary to what had been hoped, but that did not mean that no such route existed. Dealing with hypotheticals was something that a god-mind such as Nealaphh excelled at, due to his ability to process a vast amount of variables all at the same time. Ultimately, the most important goal to establish was getting the raw materials for the Gigaton Hammer in to Coruscant. If Nealaphh was unable to locate a secret gate, it could, potentially, smuggle the goods into Coruscant through the gate in Carrefore, but being that the cargo was going to be shipped alongside frozen produce, it might become slightly more conspicuous. After all, it wasn't often that food items were shipped out of the Endless Dunes. Still, it was better than trucking it in directly through the usual channels. The alternative would be to try and negotiate the shipment of less high profile cargo to travel alongside the Goron ore, but this would take more time than the alternative and would have no guarantee of success versus the prior option.
None of this was pertinent, however, until the god-mind was sure that a better option was not available, and Nealaphh was not at that point yet. Given the dramatic nature of The Smiling One's ideal world, it was likely that the gate would be located in a hard to reach or exotic location. Continuity was, however, also important, at least as far as Nealaphh could tell. As such, a gate to a highly technological Verse such as Coruscant was unlikely to be in a wild or natural setting...though it wasn't completely impossible. Tier Four was less technologically advanced than other levels of the city, however, so that was also a variable to take in to consideration. Honestly, it was seeming as though the most likely place to search for such a Gate would be back in the city of Rapture. This was a poor option, for a multitude of reasons, however. The god-mind needed a location that it could enter without any notice of any sort being taken. There had to be another option. Blue Flame Island came to mind. Being a haven for pirate activity, there was a very large likelihood that any number of rogue factions had managed to erect a gate that would serve Nealaphh's needs.
This would require some negotiation, but at least brigands were easier to deal with (and more predictable) than the Empire. The god-mind would likely have to try and cement relations with one of the more powerful pirate captains stationed on the island, which would probably require raising its bounty to even higher levels than they already were. This would have to be a note of caution, as the islands' inhabitants would probably very much enjoy trying to take Nealaphh's life if they were aware of the vast price on its head. On the other hand, given the nature of the island and the verse as a whole, the level of technological exposure, let lone literacy, left much to be desired on a lawless island such as Blue Flame. If nothing else, it would serve as a decent base of operations as Nealaphh conducted further searches into possible locations for an illicit gate.
Settled on a plan of action, the shadow spent a few minutes conjuring its tetragonal oceanic transport once more, slowly wading into the waves and letting the water soak deep into its heavy black robe. The shining, black glass polygon sank away into the chum ridden waves beyond the shoreline of the nameless atoll just east of Costa Del Sol, carrying with it a mind that still worked furiously in an attempt to mitigate the collected sum of its knowledge. After a few waves lapped at the edge of the fluffy sand, any trace of the space marines, Nealaphh or its erstwhile charge were erased completely...
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