The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging

[Miranda Frost]

Like her prediction, their travel path to the mountain was as smooth as one could get here. A few potholes along the way caused the people riding with her to rip the already tattered interior of her truck. It didn't really matter, so she didn't give a flying rats ass. The truck lacked the luxury that many treasured. It held only what really mattered, function. It was hardly comfortable, but her body was used to such discomforts. Reaching the end of the road she slowed the truck to a creaking halt. Without a single word she opened the barely hanging door and stepped out into not ash, but an old cobbled flooring. Many tiles of the flooring had long since been missing or broken, but this path had once served an important function. Of what remained a mystery to her.

Her black gloved hand reached up, pulling the eye patch from her artificial eye, the Maybe at one time she had a reason to hide it, but now that reason had been lost with the thousands of memories Omni had ripped from her suffering mind. Cruel maybe, but memories could serve as chains. Right now, there was nothing she hated more than shackles, though of the metaphorical nature than of the literal ones. Miranda was confident that real shackles could not contain her.

Silently musing to herself, she walked ahead of the group, following the path up the rocky face. She "watched" the others exit her car and move to follow her up the rocky steps. She could hear voices ahead as well. Perhaps these were the ones they were here to meet. Nealaph, another who curses Omni. Her eye's recent uplink to the dataverse as they call it coincidentally revealed the benefactor of their meeting. She had many questions. Rather than scour Nealaphh's datapages, she decided it was best to ask in person.