11-16-2015, 10:30 PM
Omnilium.
It was the building block of this reality he'd come to know so well. From it, he'd seen buildings, weapons, people, and countless unimaginable things created. And just the same, he'd seen all of it reverted back into the same substance. Dust to dust.
Among the first things Abner White had learned upon arriving in the Omniverse was that there were those who could shape this realm to their will, and there were those that were subject to it. He had not been one of the lucky few, so instead he'd spent his days welcoming the chosen ones to the land where their wildest dreams were in reach. At no point did it ever feel fair, but he had long since accepted that it was the way of things.
And yet, here he stood, in the Nexus he knew so well, surrounded by creatures and beings from every conceivably reality, like always. This time it was different. Hovering just above his open palm was a shimmering orb of Omnilium, twisting and reshaping itself as he mentally instructed it. It was the power of the primes.
It was his power.
He couldn't fully comprehend it. He was a prime, and no longer a secondary. He felt no different, except for the simple, yet amazing, ability to wield Omnilium as he saw fit and the knowledge of how to do it. But that alone made him see everything differently. This place that he knew like the back of his hand felt new and foreign. Looking around, he saw stormtroopers walking about the place. It was a familiar sight, and it simultaneously made him feel like nothing had changed, and everything had changed.
It had been a silent hope of his, among many other secondaries, that one day Omni would come and straighten out this messed up reality they knew. They'd silently wished that he, too, had had enough of the conflict between Coruscant and Camelot, the looming threat of Diablo and the Underverse, and the countless hazards of the other verses. Instead, Omni had used the words "fun" and "interesting" to describe these events. It was disappointing, but not discouraging. Instead, he'd have to continue to pave his own way. He had the curse of being too skilled and lucky to die, thus far, and now it seemed that even if he did, it wouldn't matter. He might as well make the most of it.
He dismissed those thoughts from his mind as he finished his very first summoning. He'd been tempted to create a pack of cigarettes or a tin of dip, but decided to make his very first creation something that would stick around for awhile. So, instead, he'd crafted a simple baseball cap with a woodland camouflage pattern to replace the black one, with the Imperial logo, he'd cast aside in the Swamp of Sadness. He snatched the hat out of the air and calmly put it on his head, looking around as he did. They may not have noticed him yet, but he could tell who a lot of the stormtroopers were, even through their armor. Everyone had their own little quirks and bits of body language, and as long as he'd worked with them, he was able to identify a good many of them.
He glanced over to Christa, noticing that her first summoning was a young girl. Their interactions made it abundantly clear that this was the true Katia, not some twisted demon halfheartedly created by a careless prime. He paused for a second, once again reminded of his new status in the Omniverse, but then went back to looking at Katia. His eyebrows lowered but his eyes widened for just a second. As surreal as it was to see Christa so emotional, it was also pretty difficult to forget something that looked exactly like that young girl telekenetically using him to rearrange the landscape of the Tangled Green. She wasn't doing so, yet, however, and Christa was all smiles, so he relaxed a bit, and looked around for the more pressing issues. A stormtrooper or two would be here, soon, as part of standard procedure. If Christa didn't obliterate them and get the attention of the whole Nexus, then he would be recognized. That would start a whole new chain of events that he wasn't sure he was ready for.
He looked to Christa, making eye contact. As his former leader wiped a tear away, Abner couldn't help but feel happy for her. Christa had recovered Katia, and had her peace. Her journey was over, her goal reached. Abner, however, was a different story.
Abner was just getting started.
It was the building block of this reality he'd come to know so well. From it, he'd seen buildings, weapons, people, and countless unimaginable things created. And just the same, he'd seen all of it reverted back into the same substance. Dust to dust.
Among the first things Abner White had learned upon arriving in the Omniverse was that there were those who could shape this realm to their will, and there were those that were subject to it. He had not been one of the lucky few, so instead he'd spent his days welcoming the chosen ones to the land where their wildest dreams were in reach. At no point did it ever feel fair, but he had long since accepted that it was the way of things.
And yet, here he stood, in the Nexus he knew so well, surrounded by creatures and beings from every conceivably reality, like always. This time it was different. Hovering just above his open palm was a shimmering orb of Omnilium, twisting and reshaping itself as he mentally instructed it. It was the power of the primes.
It was his power.
He couldn't fully comprehend it. He was a prime, and no longer a secondary. He felt no different, except for the simple, yet amazing, ability to wield Omnilium as he saw fit and the knowledge of how to do it. But that alone made him see everything differently. This place that he knew like the back of his hand felt new and foreign. Looking around, he saw stormtroopers walking about the place. It was a familiar sight, and it simultaneously made him feel like nothing had changed, and everything had changed.
It had been a silent hope of his, among many other secondaries, that one day Omni would come and straighten out this messed up reality they knew. They'd silently wished that he, too, had had enough of the conflict between Coruscant and Camelot, the looming threat of Diablo and the Underverse, and the countless hazards of the other verses. Instead, Omni had used the words "fun" and "interesting" to describe these events. It was disappointing, but not discouraging. Instead, he'd have to continue to pave his own way. He had the curse of being too skilled and lucky to die, thus far, and now it seemed that even if he did, it wouldn't matter. He might as well make the most of it.
He dismissed those thoughts from his mind as he finished his very first summoning. He'd been tempted to create a pack of cigarettes or a tin of dip, but decided to make his very first creation something that would stick around for awhile. So, instead, he'd crafted a simple baseball cap with a woodland camouflage pattern to replace the black one, with the Imperial logo, he'd cast aside in the Swamp of Sadness. He snatched the hat out of the air and calmly put it on his head, looking around as he did. They may not have noticed him yet, but he could tell who a lot of the stormtroopers were, even through their armor. Everyone had their own little quirks and bits of body language, and as long as he'd worked with them, he was able to identify a good many of them.
He glanced over to Christa, noticing that her first summoning was a young girl. Their interactions made it abundantly clear that this was the true Katia, not some twisted demon halfheartedly created by a careless prime. He paused for a second, once again reminded of his new status in the Omniverse, but then went back to looking at Katia. His eyebrows lowered but his eyes widened for just a second. As surreal as it was to see Christa so emotional, it was also pretty difficult to forget something that looked exactly like that young girl telekenetically using him to rearrange the landscape of the Tangled Green. She wasn't doing so, yet, however, and Christa was all smiles, so he relaxed a bit, and looked around for the more pressing issues. A stormtrooper or two would be here, soon, as part of standard procedure. If Christa didn't obliterate them and get the attention of the whole Nexus, then he would be recognized. That would start a whole new chain of events that he wasn't sure he was ready for.
He looked to Christa, making eye contact. As his former leader wiped a tear away, Abner couldn't help but feel happy for her. Christa had recovered Katia, and had her peace. Her journey was over, her goal reached. Abner, however, was a different story.
Abner was just getting started.