09-18-2014, 09:17 PM
The Commander of the Company in White did not so much as move another muscle; his order hung in the air with a certain tenacity and ferocity, but mostly, the strain showed on his face. His expression contorted, brows furrowed inwards – into a straight-on glare – while breathes dug deep and escaped outwards in harsh junctures. The sprinkles from the Fountain dotted his vison, and he blinked several times refocusing. The misting spray never went away. He tried desperately not to peer down at the blade that was ever so close to piercing right-through his chest. If he had, he might have noticed the quiver: the slight tremble that echoed across the Psionic Field as Sarah’s willpower slowly ebbed away, sapping her of what little strength she had since her arrival in the Omniverse, days ago. Of course to her, Time had barely flowed at all. She couldn’t have fathomed resting for longer than hour intervals. Unfortunately, all Simmons saw, only reflected in the gleam of steel.
“On the ground.” The Teenager didn’t just speak it, she sent reverberations into their minds. Her voice echoed not only aloud, but like whispers in the recesses of places men had forgotten that they could hear. Perhaps once upon a time, everyone had been linked in such a way. Now few in between had the ability to tell of things without moving their lips. All Ghosts possessed some latent capability in this regard, Sarah just happened to have it inherently. To her, Reading Minds was as natural as breathing. It was hard to shut off, even for brief periods of time. Others like her employed the use of Psi-Visors and Screens, and while she did have one equipped, she did not care much for it – that and its energy reserves were extremely low.
“You heard her. Do it.” He kept the order brief; he could have sworn that the sharpened-tip had drifted closer to him, but couldn’t be certain. He rose his free arm up and wiped the water from his eyes. Underneath his armor, sweat ran freely – attempting to cool off a man practically roasting alive from simple pressure. Telekinetic and Telepathic…these orders are starting to make more sense. Tentatively, he eyed his Troopers, and as of yet none had taken further action. They looked to their Officer with a blankness through their helmets. He arched his shoulders loosening them up a bit. Maybe they still hadn’t quite picked up on the Facts yet.
Like powerful users of the Force, this young girl could move objects and enter their minds through sheer will alone. In that respect, if not for the Draining effect that Omni seemed to apply to all new Primes, she could become either a dangerous foe, or a valuable asset. “Commander . . .” a Grunt finally spoke up in protest, just meters off to the West of the Fountain. He had his blaster lowered but made no attempt to relive himself of it. In fact he did quite the opposite, clutching it tight. Desperately, he wanted to aim his sights back on her, and keep her from killing or harming anyone here. Actually those feelings were the consensus of all the Troopers in the Nexus. Unlike her, he could not see into her mind and realize that she was barely capable of injuring one of them at the present moment. However, the Gambit had already been won in Spades.
“If this is what it takes to complete our Mission – we’ll do it: disarm!” The clinks of metal never sounded so pleasing to the ear. Almost all had laid their weapons down. The only ones that hadn’t quite yet were a bit farther off, interceding between another Prime and his Bestial Companion. There were only a few of them and the barked Commands had sparked to life into their helmets. From the get-go after all, this was supposed to be just a routine welcome. They only needed to retrieve the (then unconscious) Prime and return her to get registered in Coruscant’s records. What happened after was too far above their pay-grade too care about. But, Sarah had been awake instead.
One broke off away from both Jak and Daxter and observed with his back to them, the current situation. “The Commander is . . . improvising,” he said when he turned back. Taking a step forward he sized up the pair again. They couldn’t possible make the ordeal any worse, and if anything, complying with them would at least ensure that no one else made any threats on their lives. Many in the Company were not immortal after all. They had families and lives to get back to. “You may pass, but keep things civil. One loose cannon is enough.” The Trooper that spoke was the first to let his weapon fall to the ground. The others around him followed suit, and soon they began the short walk back to the Fountain. I didn’t sign up for this, he thought. Sarah heard him. But, like all the others also ignored it, still clinging to her only Trump Card. It would soon slip right from her grasp.
Her head throbbed, and her senses wavered – but she still lacked any proper emotion. For the next several moments, she only watched waiting for every last armament to be just out of reach of their respective owners. Thereafter, with a deep sigh of relief the Boy’s sword fell and clanked upon the White floor-span. Am…am I glad I didn’t have to kill? The answer eluded her, since she didn’t know if she had really wanted to in the first place. She told herself that she didn’t and that it couldn’t come to that. However, she wondered if some part of her had desired an all-out fire fight. This notion fled from her quickly while she looked upon her Defender: the Boy cloaked in Shadow. His attire still all Dark was a stark contrast to everything that the White contained. His oddity had made him useful – perhaps he would be so again.
It’s over, stop. she said to him, without uttering any word at all. With him so close it was easy to link and connect with him so she did so, temporarily granting him access to her own mind as well. Just as she could read his thoughts he would be able to do so with her own (at least for a short while), if he so wished. For now though, she really only cared enough to earn his trust. In the near Future she would need an ally more than anything else. Everything had changed in less Time than she could remember. Her body felt useless and weak – stunted to the point where most options had removed themselves from the equation of possibility. Thanks. I will go with them now. She mentioned nothing of him and instead let the idea trickle on and fester deep within.
“Coruscant is a few hours march from here,” Simmons noted more relaxed now that there was no longer a sword about to puncture him right-on-through. “Weapons will be left behind,” An order and a comment to keep the Teenager in check. “Move out - you will follow us now, correct?” Sarah only nodded and spoke nothing further. As the men began to gather however, the last pair of Primes arrived at the Fountain. Another man, like the Boy, with pointed ears and what appeared to be some manner of talking critter that kept close to him, he seemed interested and wary of all the Troopers, but not hostile as of yet. At this, the Commander sighed; he knew this newcomer would slow their departure. They would in fact be late: late to finish a routine assignment.
Once more it (the fountain) morphed. The mist that sprayed ever on sprinkling downwards, faded and now what took its place was simple in nature. A stone-set piece with babies that hand wings on their back holding overturned baskets. From these the Water eternal continued to flow on and on, never ceasing and quietly sifting and gurgling about in its new confines. As they had settled, and the chaos passed, it reacted taking on the form of a soothing present in a barren land of all White. Still far off in the distance, Portals shimmered – the only present Light in and endless walkway of blanketing nothingness.
Lost in a vast array of unknowns, Sarah took comfort in only one thought: I kill, maybe that is what they want from me? That seemed as likely as anything else. She knew nothing else. Why won’t this pain go away…? She blinked losing focus briefly and tilted her head as she winced. Then, she took the first step forward towards the Commander whom now only stared back face like a Rock with beads of rain upon it. It’s simple; I’ll murder for them too. And, they won’t care – they’ll reward me…. Noticing the Newcomers, she turned to watch them, already understanding that they as well were curious about the Boy. None threats. She would be patient now.
“On the ground.” The Teenager didn’t just speak it, she sent reverberations into their minds. Her voice echoed not only aloud, but like whispers in the recesses of places men had forgotten that they could hear. Perhaps once upon a time, everyone had been linked in such a way. Now few in between had the ability to tell of things without moving their lips. All Ghosts possessed some latent capability in this regard, Sarah just happened to have it inherently. To her, Reading Minds was as natural as breathing. It was hard to shut off, even for brief periods of time. Others like her employed the use of Psi-Visors and Screens, and while she did have one equipped, she did not care much for it – that and its energy reserves were extremely low.
“You heard her. Do it.” He kept the order brief; he could have sworn that the sharpened-tip had drifted closer to him, but couldn’t be certain. He rose his free arm up and wiped the water from his eyes. Underneath his armor, sweat ran freely – attempting to cool off a man practically roasting alive from simple pressure. Telekinetic and Telepathic…these orders are starting to make more sense. Tentatively, he eyed his Troopers, and as of yet none had taken further action. They looked to their Officer with a blankness through their helmets. He arched his shoulders loosening them up a bit. Maybe they still hadn’t quite picked up on the Facts yet.
Like powerful users of the Force, this young girl could move objects and enter their minds through sheer will alone. In that respect, if not for the Draining effect that Omni seemed to apply to all new Primes, she could become either a dangerous foe, or a valuable asset. “Commander . . .” a Grunt finally spoke up in protest, just meters off to the West of the Fountain. He had his blaster lowered but made no attempt to relive himself of it. In fact he did quite the opposite, clutching it tight. Desperately, he wanted to aim his sights back on her, and keep her from killing or harming anyone here. Actually those feelings were the consensus of all the Troopers in the Nexus. Unlike her, he could not see into her mind and realize that she was barely capable of injuring one of them at the present moment. However, the Gambit had already been won in Spades.
“If this is what it takes to complete our Mission – we’ll do it: disarm!” The clinks of metal never sounded so pleasing to the ear. Almost all had laid their weapons down. The only ones that hadn’t quite yet were a bit farther off, interceding between another Prime and his Bestial Companion. There were only a few of them and the barked Commands had sparked to life into their helmets. From the get-go after all, this was supposed to be just a routine welcome. They only needed to retrieve the (then unconscious) Prime and return her to get registered in Coruscant’s records. What happened after was too far above their pay-grade too care about. But, Sarah had been awake instead.
One broke off away from both Jak and Daxter and observed with his back to them, the current situation. “The Commander is . . . improvising,” he said when he turned back. Taking a step forward he sized up the pair again. They couldn’t possible make the ordeal any worse, and if anything, complying with them would at least ensure that no one else made any threats on their lives. Many in the Company were not immortal after all. They had families and lives to get back to. “You may pass, but keep things civil. One loose cannon is enough.” The Trooper that spoke was the first to let his weapon fall to the ground. The others around him followed suit, and soon they began the short walk back to the Fountain. I didn’t sign up for this, he thought. Sarah heard him. But, like all the others also ignored it, still clinging to her only Trump Card. It would soon slip right from her grasp.
Her head throbbed, and her senses wavered – but she still lacked any proper emotion. For the next several moments, she only watched waiting for every last armament to be just out of reach of their respective owners. Thereafter, with a deep sigh of relief the Boy’s sword fell and clanked upon the White floor-span. Am…am I glad I didn’t have to kill? The answer eluded her, since she didn’t know if she had really wanted to in the first place. She told herself that she didn’t and that it couldn’t come to that. However, she wondered if some part of her had desired an all-out fire fight. This notion fled from her quickly while she looked upon her Defender: the Boy cloaked in Shadow. His attire still all Dark was a stark contrast to everything that the White contained. His oddity had made him useful – perhaps he would be so again.
It’s over, stop. she said to him, without uttering any word at all. With him so close it was easy to link and connect with him so she did so, temporarily granting him access to her own mind as well. Just as she could read his thoughts he would be able to do so with her own (at least for a short while), if he so wished. For now though, she really only cared enough to earn his trust. In the near Future she would need an ally more than anything else. Everything had changed in less Time than she could remember. Her body felt useless and weak – stunted to the point where most options had removed themselves from the equation of possibility. Thanks. I will go with them now. She mentioned nothing of him and instead let the idea trickle on and fester deep within.
“Coruscant is a few hours march from here,” Simmons noted more relaxed now that there was no longer a sword about to puncture him right-on-through. “Weapons will be left behind,” An order and a comment to keep the Teenager in check. “Move out - you will follow us now, correct?” Sarah only nodded and spoke nothing further. As the men began to gather however, the last pair of Primes arrived at the Fountain. Another man, like the Boy, with pointed ears and what appeared to be some manner of talking critter that kept close to him, he seemed interested and wary of all the Troopers, but not hostile as of yet. At this, the Commander sighed; he knew this newcomer would slow their departure. They would in fact be late: late to finish a routine assignment.
Once more it (the fountain) morphed. The mist that sprayed ever on sprinkling downwards, faded and now what took its place was simple in nature. A stone-set piece with babies that hand wings on their back holding overturned baskets. From these the Water eternal continued to flow on and on, never ceasing and quietly sifting and gurgling about in its new confines. As they had settled, and the chaos passed, it reacted taking on the form of a soothing present in a barren land of all White. Still far off in the distance, Portals shimmered – the only present Light in and endless walkway of blanketing nothingness.
Lost in a vast array of unknowns, Sarah took comfort in only one thought: I kill, maybe that is what they want from me? That seemed as likely as anything else. She knew nothing else. Why won’t this pain go away…? She blinked losing focus briefly and tilted her head as she winced. Then, she took the first step forward towards the Commander whom now only stared back face like a Rock with beads of rain upon it. It’s simple; I’ll murder for them too. And, they won’t care – they’ll reward me…. Noticing the Newcomers, she turned to watch them, already understanding that they as well were curious about the Boy. None threats. She would be patient now.
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