10-22-2015, 05:26 PM
Many days later…
The compression of the Gate was discomforting as the Network seemed to squeeze around her. Writhing was more like it as she and Hikaru walked a bronze-yellow motorbike through. Her companion, slightly taller by some, gold hair, dark skin, more graceful features than Ururu’s own boyish looks, winced harshly as she left the edge of the gate as well. Arm in arm on one side, hands steadying the chopper and using it as a crutch with the other.
Both gave a sigh.
Though it had lasted seconds at most, it felt like a vice grip on her brain. She could barely feel Airu now. A distant quiet blip of knowledge, no real direction. Just there. She’d be there to meet Desco and Okor and inform them of where they could meet Ururu and Hikaru should they so desire it. If not, Airu could do some reconnaissance on the people and culture of Camelot. The dark haired girl would be at home there, especially given the circumstances of her creation. Creation that was as artificial as where they found themselves now.
Here they were greeted with the same clean white that dominated the entire Nexus and from everything they had read; Coruscant’s entrance stood dead opposite of it. And with their bike clear Ururu threw herself back on, waiting only for the warmth of Hikaru’s chest to be situated against her back and arms wrapping around her waist.
“Ready?” Ururu called back
Her chopper was four hundred fifty kilos of solid chakra reactive metal with a gold and black fuuinjutsu engraved shell. Anything that wasn’t bronzed, had been sealed under ebon caps of tungsten carbide that led to small bottled lightning capacitors.
“Ready!” Hikaru replied.
That was all the excuse Ururu needed. She lit up the engine with a smile in spite of the danger they were potentially heading into. Ururu revved its cycler to build a charge.
Each rumble brought the glow of lightning into stronger candescence and arcs of static where metal rode low to the ground. As the bursts of light burned, more chakra flowed forth though this was from the Star Reactor rather than the girl who was to pilot it. A vessel that produced a low quality chakra that igniteed specific trim lines of fuuinjutsu across the chopper’s hull.
Ururu could hear the sound of the shifting gears as it came to full charge.
There!
A grin and her will pushed the bike into full acceleration and projections of green monk’s script fell against her legs and the ground. The wheels squealing only for an instant before they caught traction, the same fuuinjutsu that glowed across the machine’s body ran straight down in the center of each nearly 30 centimeter wide tires of blackened tungsten.
The seals were there to reinforce the machine’s durability. Durability that was blessedly needed as the electric engine had during its first test had enough torque to rip then entire thing into two.
The world blurred behind them as the gate which had been only centimeters away was now maybe twenty meters at least and even that estimate lost accuracy fast. This time they would be to their destination in short order, rather than hours of walking.
The compression of the Gate was discomforting as the Network seemed to squeeze around her. Writhing was more like it as she and Hikaru walked a bronze-yellow motorbike through. Her companion, slightly taller by some, gold hair, dark skin, more graceful features than Ururu’s own boyish looks, winced harshly as she left the edge of the gate as well. Arm in arm on one side, hands steadying the chopper and using it as a crutch with the other.
Both gave a sigh.
Though it had lasted seconds at most, it felt like a vice grip on her brain. She could barely feel Airu now. A distant quiet blip of knowledge, no real direction. Just there. She’d be there to meet Desco and Okor and inform them of where they could meet Ururu and Hikaru should they so desire it. If not, Airu could do some reconnaissance on the people and culture of Camelot. The dark haired girl would be at home there, especially given the circumstances of her creation. Creation that was as artificial as where they found themselves now.
Here they were greeted with the same clean white that dominated the entire Nexus and from everything they had read; Coruscant’s entrance stood dead opposite of it. And with their bike clear Ururu threw herself back on, waiting only for the warmth of Hikaru’s chest to be situated against her back and arms wrapping around her waist.
“Ready?” Ururu called back
Her chopper was four hundred fifty kilos of solid chakra reactive metal with a gold and black fuuinjutsu engraved shell. Anything that wasn’t bronzed, had been sealed under ebon caps of tungsten carbide that led to small bottled lightning capacitors.
“Ready!” Hikaru replied.
That was all the excuse Ururu needed. She lit up the engine with a smile in spite of the danger they were potentially heading into. Ururu revved its cycler to build a charge.
Each rumble brought the glow of lightning into stronger candescence and arcs of static where metal rode low to the ground. As the bursts of light burned, more chakra flowed forth though this was from the Star Reactor rather than the girl who was to pilot it. A vessel that produced a low quality chakra that igniteed specific trim lines of fuuinjutsu across the chopper’s hull.
Ururu could hear the sound of the shifting gears as it came to full charge.
There!
A grin and her will pushed the bike into full acceleration and projections of green monk’s script fell against her legs and the ground. The wheels squealing only for an instant before they caught traction, the same fuuinjutsu that glowed across the machine’s body ran straight down in the center of each nearly 30 centimeter wide tires of blackened tungsten.
The seals were there to reinforce the machine’s durability. Durability that was blessedly needed as the electric engine had during its first test had enough torque to rip then entire thing into two.
The world blurred behind them as the gate which had been only centimeters away was now maybe twenty meters at least and even that estimate lost accuracy fast. This time they would be to their destination in short order, rather than hours of walking.