09-01-2014, 11:41 PM
They are like tremors: thoughts in the dark spanning onwards into an everlasting nothing. Sarah could feel it. All the deadness in the air, the stillness and emptiness within the vacuum of unconsciousness. She tried desperately to cry out and to focus – clear her mind – in case (this wasn’t a dream) she awoke disoriented and in the middle of hard place she did not want to be. Although as it happened, instead she blinked somewhere she did not expect. Somewhere she had never seen before, nor even heard whispers about in the minds of others. With that thought and in that moment it occurred to her, here it was quiet. Silent.
Even in sleep she could feel emotions, words and thoughts of others. Other creatures, beings, humanoid aliens and what have you. But here, nothing. The Dark and the Silence persisted and did not change in the least. Not for minutes, hours nor days? No, that didn’t seem right. Muddled and weary she attempted to open her eyes. Right then, she immediately wished she hadn’t. Everything became white and blank like some canvas upon which a painting would one day take shape. After a few seconds that as well faded and the Dark became prevalent once more. With a step, she tested the ground. Her leg quivered, perhaps from fatigue but currently she had no way of knowing. She strode forward again and again. The footsteps did not echo, but she hardly noticed.
Solid ground, the Ghost thought. Becoming still she lowered a hand, placing a palm flat on the surface while she knelt upon one knee. Again, she felt nothing. No psionic vibrations, no movement, no warmth, no light, no heat and no cold – as though a black-hole had swallowed up the entirety of the universe. A plain void in existence that certainly had not come up in the report. This can’t be possible. Intel indicated this world contained primitive life signs - architecture a murky habitat. Why is – wait . . . what is that? A shadow? That is what it seemed from so far away. Her hand filtered down pulling her psi-visor with it. Blank. It’s nothing. Reaching up she slid the screen up again locking it in place. But, there was something – someone. She could see them. On her feet again she walked.
The distance remained, but the Shadow grew. It grew and formed into a silhouette, a person that was not all there. However, at the same time dominated everything. The introduction boomed – not just aloud but in her mind as well. Please . . . listen not so loud! Sarah shouted in her mind pleading across the psionic field. No response nor any indication she had been heard at all, and still the voice spoke and bored its way into her. Suddenly the figure was before her and it shimmered, glimmering into existence in a flash. Blinking from one spot to the next and offering an extended hand where an orb rested floating perpetually.
Its colors dazzled her, and still she took it holding it up in her hands, cupping them together as though one hand could not sufficiently hold its breadth. That couldn’t be true. It hovered. But even without the touch of it, the pressure and power it put off shook her to the very core. It echoed into every receptor of her body; whispering sweet nothings into her mind – calling out to her. She nodded to Omni, not realizing at first the ramifications of the gesture. Thereafter the White eclipsed everything. For a long while that was all there was to every sense at her disposal.
But, after some time the trickling flow of water ran on and on. Without orders, and a cause she may have been lost. However, Sarah knew one thing well enough: how to survive. For the moment nothing else mattered. Everything else was expendable. I kill, she told herself. That constant was enough to keep her moving, stepping closer and closer to the sound of rushing water. It would not be long before the source became apparent. Up ahead rested a fountain and from it sprung water eternal. It had no visible source just forever formed over and over again. Her temples throbbed and she couldn’t think. At least today there were no voices – no thoughts of others she had to actively shield against reading. For a short while there would be freedom. Then though, something would break and click into place and she would have her new objectives.
For now, the Ghost sighed and sat resting against the Fountain in the vast White.She parted her legs slightly and interlocked one hand to an arm crossing them both atop and in front of herself.
Omni, she contemplated, just what – what are you . . . ? Omni had asked what she desired most, but in truth her wants and needs up until a few moments ago had never mattered. They unleashed me, and they didn’t care. I murdered for them and they didn’t care. But, they always gave me a direction. Where do I go from here? It had been awhile since she had felt much of anything, but now everything came flooding back. The loneliness, the fear, the pain and the regret. To all of the White she projected these feelings telepathically never once caring to dampening the radius. And there was hate too, a deep-rooted hatred for no apparent reason at all.
Ghost 24601 present location: The Nexus.
Even in sleep she could feel emotions, words and thoughts of others. Other creatures, beings, humanoid aliens and what have you. But here, nothing. The Dark and the Silence persisted and did not change in the least. Not for minutes, hours nor days? No, that didn’t seem right. Muddled and weary she attempted to open her eyes. Right then, she immediately wished she hadn’t. Everything became white and blank like some canvas upon which a painting would one day take shape. After a few seconds that as well faded and the Dark became prevalent once more. With a step, she tested the ground. Her leg quivered, perhaps from fatigue but currently she had no way of knowing. She strode forward again and again. The footsteps did not echo, but she hardly noticed.
Solid ground, the Ghost thought. Becoming still she lowered a hand, placing a palm flat on the surface while she knelt upon one knee. Again, she felt nothing. No psionic vibrations, no movement, no warmth, no light, no heat and no cold – as though a black-hole had swallowed up the entirety of the universe. A plain void in existence that certainly had not come up in the report. This can’t be possible. Intel indicated this world contained primitive life signs - architecture a murky habitat. Why is – wait . . . what is that? A shadow? That is what it seemed from so far away. Her hand filtered down pulling her psi-visor with it. Blank. It’s nothing. Reaching up she slid the screen up again locking it in place. But, there was something – someone. She could see them. On her feet again she walked.
The distance remained, but the Shadow grew. It grew and formed into a silhouette, a person that was not all there. However, at the same time dominated everything. The introduction boomed – not just aloud but in her mind as well. Please . . . listen not so loud! Sarah shouted in her mind pleading across the psionic field. No response nor any indication she had been heard at all, and still the voice spoke and bored its way into her. Suddenly the figure was before her and it shimmered, glimmering into existence in a flash. Blinking from one spot to the next and offering an extended hand where an orb rested floating perpetually.
Its colors dazzled her, and still she took it holding it up in her hands, cupping them together as though one hand could not sufficiently hold its breadth. That couldn’t be true. It hovered. But even without the touch of it, the pressure and power it put off shook her to the very core. It echoed into every receptor of her body; whispering sweet nothings into her mind – calling out to her. She nodded to Omni, not realizing at first the ramifications of the gesture. Thereafter the White eclipsed everything. For a long while that was all there was to every sense at her disposal.
But, after some time the trickling flow of water ran on and on. Without orders, and a cause she may have been lost. However, Sarah knew one thing well enough: how to survive. For the moment nothing else mattered. Everything else was expendable. I kill, she told herself. That constant was enough to keep her moving, stepping closer and closer to the sound of rushing water. It would not be long before the source became apparent. Up ahead rested a fountain and from it sprung water eternal. It had no visible source just forever formed over and over again. Her temples throbbed and she couldn’t think. At least today there were no voices – no thoughts of others she had to actively shield against reading. For a short while there would be freedom. Then though, something would break and click into place and she would have her new objectives.
For now, the Ghost sighed and sat resting against the Fountain in the vast White.She parted her legs slightly and interlocked one hand to an arm crossing them both atop and in front of herself.
Omni, she contemplated, just what – what are you . . . ? Omni had asked what she desired most, but in truth her wants and needs up until a few moments ago had never mattered. They unleashed me, and they didn’t care. I murdered for them and they didn’t care. But, they always gave me a direction. Where do I go from here? It had been awhile since she had felt much of anything, but now everything came flooding back. The loneliness, the fear, the pain and the regret. To all of the White she projected these feelings telepathically never once caring to dampening the radius. And there was hate too, a deep-rooted hatred for no apparent reason at all.
Ghost 24601 present location: The Nexus.
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