09-05-2014, 09:58 PM
Footsteps came from the West. They were loud and many in number; a standard march with an orderly pattern to them: left right and left right, conditioned and trained. The footfalls sent minute vibrations up into the ground. The White span shook lightly, but the Fountain was oddly unaffected. However even though heard, they still were only in the far off distance. Kilometers away and perhaps even further than that. Whatever Company they happened to be could only be heard simply because they were numerous. When Sarah turned tilting her head in their direction, the long locks of her scarlet hair parted across her face and trailed down a shoulder. She rose a hand up shifting her bangs parting them to the left and also to the right. Then glancing down she examined her environmental suit.
Although she did not wear the mask, the armor itself still seemed to function. It contained her entire body in silver-gray hues, with certain parts: like her arms and her biceps lit in a faint blue that glowed and left brief flickers of light upon her fair skin. This indicated that it still possessed power, but without the rest of her equipment, it in itself was relatively useless. Like an odd manner of sci-fi-clothing – pretty to look at but not good for much else than its ascetic value. It said: ‘I come from a World filled with complex oddities and technology that some can scarcely understand – at least to the denizens of the Omniverse.
She trailed her hands down her thighs searching for anything that survived the transition to use as a weapon. Nothing. Then she checked her Psi-Blade emitter; energy status equaled drained. Her rifle she had dropped some unknown time ago, on a planet she couldn’t recall, so that option got crossed out as well. A fog shrouded that memory, but only unlike the others it drew upon no feeling in the least. The actions she could take were slowly dwindling. If the Company presented itself as hostile, she would have little in the way of a defense to mount. Her eyes narrowed and her expression tensed. This isn’t good . . . I don’t know what I should do. For the first time since she had become a Ghost, she felt helpless and exposed – naked to the possibilities that were swiftly baring down on her.
With her suit’s reserves drained she couldn’t cloak either. In this instance there would be no hiding to strike when they were weakest. Rapidly examining the terrain (there was much of it but the White) Sarah hoped in vain for more cover than this Fountain (if that was even what it was it seemed wrong in a sense and never stagnate it flowed and changed just like something alive), but she could find none. Her back arched against it, and leaning she peeked around from the edge upon whence she rested. Squinting she could make out only more and more of the White. But, the echo of step unto step would not be denied. Whomever they were, they were real and they were approaching quicker than she had first assumed. She briefly wondered if she had somehow drifted away for moments, perhaps minutes at a time since she arrived here. However, no one could answer that for her. It certainly was possible. She hadn’t felt like herself since Omni had dug through her mind. Yet, she couldn’t know for sure. Time seemed distorted here and wrong.
Left with no other choice - more out of desperation than anything else – Sarah pressed the communicator linked to her right ear. Quietly but firmly she spoke: “This is Kerrigan, is anyone out there?” Static on the other end. It did burn her fingers though, so she swiftly slid them off the device. She cursed under her breath. They were drawing near, lessening the chances of escape to about nil now. After all, where was there to run? She turned back and knew something loomed in the far off ways. However, those paths were right in plain sight of the Company. Without the capability to cloak, slipping by would be next to impossible. If she had the strength she could provide a distraction, but even her brain felt tired.
It throbbed; thump-thump it went with the steps as they trekked on and on. Still slumped against the Fountain in the middle of the White, Sarah sighed. There was a tightness in her chest as she did so making it hard to breath. Wherever she happened to be in the Omniverse, the place was definitely playing head games with her. Maybe that was Omni’s intent from the beginning, lining up some trap, lying about the true nature of the creation all around her. Is this all there is? Again she wondered, now sweat trailed down her cheeks – down her neck and matted up against her thighs within her hazard suit. Strangely enough, she longed to at least have the comfort of her rifle in her hand – even a knife would do – but it was now too late for that.
Before she thought anymore, she saw them: a Company of White. There were no faces among them and from head to toe their armor glistened matching the very nature of the all-around. Only one more distinguishable than the others; he or she had stripes running down his or her helmet. They fanned out surrounding the Fountain as though this was routine procedure, a patrol at the end of the shift that suddenly turned interesting. Sarah looked at them and they looked at her. Although, she couldn’t see their eyes it certainly felt like all eyes were on her. Slowly she got up on one knee, keeping a palm on the ground to balance herself. Thereafter, stood upright facing them with a face of stone. Then she noticed their rifles and a shiver ran down her spine, tickling the back of her neck rather unpleasantly. Resisting her baser instinct, she did not probe their thoughts.
Now would be an excellent time for some backup, she thought unaware that she was still projecting and if anyone in present Company happened to be listening closely they would surely pick up on it. Like a whisper from across the room, barely heard but still something. And something muttering sweet nothings into a mind is hardly ever welcome. For a moment she watched stunned as the Commander slid his helmet off. The rest stood blankly at attention, presumably waiting orders of some kind or another. But, then they began to move once more.
“I’m Commander Simmons, Prime,” his voice was booming deep and cut-throat, coming across like the edge of a weathered knife. “Looks like the Empire is first to welcome you to the Omniverse.” His Platoon finished its formation as he spoke. They took up points around the Fountain dominating it with their presence and all with their rifles aimed at one particularly fiery Ghost Operative. In total thirty-eight stared down their sights ready to fire at a moment’s notice. For a Teenager of Seventeen Sarah had on a remarkable poker face, complete with a detached aura of indifference to her current situation. The look of a killer lingered in the depths of her eyes.
I could take him out, but there’s no guarantee his boys will turn tail and run . . . besides there was also the little fact that she was in no condition to even attempt that.
A girl can dream though.
Although she did not wear the mask, the armor itself still seemed to function. It contained her entire body in silver-gray hues, with certain parts: like her arms and her biceps lit in a faint blue that glowed and left brief flickers of light upon her fair skin. This indicated that it still possessed power, but without the rest of her equipment, it in itself was relatively useless. Like an odd manner of sci-fi-clothing – pretty to look at but not good for much else than its ascetic value. It said: ‘I come from a World filled with complex oddities and technology that some can scarcely understand – at least to the denizens of the Omniverse.
She trailed her hands down her thighs searching for anything that survived the transition to use as a weapon. Nothing. Then she checked her Psi-Blade emitter; energy status equaled drained. Her rifle she had dropped some unknown time ago, on a planet she couldn’t recall, so that option got crossed out as well. A fog shrouded that memory, but only unlike the others it drew upon no feeling in the least. The actions she could take were slowly dwindling. If the Company presented itself as hostile, she would have little in the way of a defense to mount. Her eyes narrowed and her expression tensed. This isn’t good . . . I don’t know what I should do. For the first time since she had become a Ghost, she felt helpless and exposed – naked to the possibilities that were swiftly baring down on her.
With her suit’s reserves drained she couldn’t cloak either. In this instance there would be no hiding to strike when they were weakest. Rapidly examining the terrain (there was much of it but the White) Sarah hoped in vain for more cover than this Fountain (if that was even what it was it seemed wrong in a sense and never stagnate it flowed and changed just like something alive), but she could find none. Her back arched against it, and leaning she peeked around from the edge upon whence she rested. Squinting she could make out only more and more of the White. But, the echo of step unto step would not be denied. Whomever they were, they were real and they were approaching quicker than she had first assumed. She briefly wondered if she had somehow drifted away for moments, perhaps minutes at a time since she arrived here. However, no one could answer that for her. It certainly was possible. She hadn’t felt like herself since Omni had dug through her mind. Yet, she couldn’t know for sure. Time seemed distorted here and wrong.
Left with no other choice - more out of desperation than anything else – Sarah pressed the communicator linked to her right ear. Quietly but firmly she spoke: “This is Kerrigan, is anyone out there?” Static on the other end. It did burn her fingers though, so she swiftly slid them off the device. She cursed under her breath. They were drawing near, lessening the chances of escape to about nil now. After all, where was there to run? She turned back and knew something loomed in the far off ways. However, those paths were right in plain sight of the Company. Without the capability to cloak, slipping by would be next to impossible. If she had the strength she could provide a distraction, but even her brain felt tired.
It throbbed; thump-thump it went with the steps as they trekked on and on. Still slumped against the Fountain in the middle of the White, Sarah sighed. There was a tightness in her chest as she did so making it hard to breath. Wherever she happened to be in the Omniverse, the place was definitely playing head games with her. Maybe that was Omni’s intent from the beginning, lining up some trap, lying about the true nature of the creation all around her. Is this all there is? Again she wondered, now sweat trailed down her cheeks – down her neck and matted up against her thighs within her hazard suit. Strangely enough, she longed to at least have the comfort of her rifle in her hand – even a knife would do – but it was now too late for that.
Before she thought anymore, she saw them: a Company of White. There were no faces among them and from head to toe their armor glistened matching the very nature of the all-around. Only one more distinguishable than the others; he or she had stripes running down his or her helmet. They fanned out surrounding the Fountain as though this was routine procedure, a patrol at the end of the shift that suddenly turned interesting. Sarah looked at them and they looked at her. Although, she couldn’t see their eyes it certainly felt like all eyes were on her. Slowly she got up on one knee, keeping a palm on the ground to balance herself. Thereafter, stood upright facing them with a face of stone. Then she noticed their rifles and a shiver ran down her spine, tickling the back of her neck rather unpleasantly. Resisting her baser instinct, she did not probe their thoughts.
Now would be an excellent time for some backup, she thought unaware that she was still projecting and if anyone in present Company happened to be listening closely they would surely pick up on it. Like a whisper from across the room, barely heard but still something. And something muttering sweet nothings into a mind is hardly ever welcome. For a moment she watched stunned as the Commander slid his helmet off. The rest stood blankly at attention, presumably waiting orders of some kind or another. But, then they began to move once more.
“I’m Commander Simmons, Prime,” his voice was booming deep and cut-throat, coming across like the edge of a weathered knife. “Looks like the Empire is first to welcome you to the Omniverse.” His Platoon finished its formation as he spoke. They took up points around the Fountain dominating it with their presence and all with their rifles aimed at one particularly fiery Ghost Operative. In total thirty-eight stared down their sights ready to fire at a moment’s notice. For a Teenager of Seventeen Sarah had on a remarkable poker face, complete with a detached aura of indifference to her current situation. The look of a killer lingered in the depths of her eyes.
I could take him out, but there’s no guarantee his boys will turn tail and run . . . besides there was also the little fact that she was in no condition to even attempt that.
A girl can dream though.
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