07-12-2016, 12:56 PM
For the moment, the separation had been good for the trio, even if it was an imperfect separation at best. No matter how far she removed herself from the plagued marine, Fiara could still detect his half-dead stench.
Two levels removed from her partners, the phoenix entered a small metal shack built partially into the wall of the underground area. Letting the door soundlessly swing shut behind her, she pointed her Phoenix Blaster in front of her and let the flames light her path as she tried to examine the room without setting anything on fire.
Better yet… Glancing around, Fiara spotted a wooden chair and swiftly broke off one of its legs. A few moments later, she allowed her weapons to return to their idle state as she set the makeshift torch into a ventilation hole near the room’s entrance. With everything bathed in a pale yellow light, she could see that the room probably didn’t serve as someone’s living quarters. Tomes lined a few of the shelves, and there were plenty of small pieces of technology built into the walls. Some sort of overlook station? Fiara tapped one of the glass boxes and furrowed her brow as she looked through the old window at the darkness of the mine.
While she had killed one of the chairs to provide a less danger-prone source of light, Fiara found a second one and camped herself in front of the largest of the metal terminals. None of the knobs and dials made much sense to her, but given the general state of poor maintenance, she doubted she could do much harm to the abandoned equipment. After a few moments, she found herself doing little more than playing around with the controls.
As her hand flipped up a switch, she heard something groan from behind her, and while her first instant was to spin around and arm the Phoenix Blaster, she quickly realized what had happened. Above her head, there was a faint flicker as a solitary surviving light bulb flickered alive. Out through the large window, she spotted a few pale stars in the darkness as a couple more incandescent bulbs fluttered to life.
With Okor taking point near the top of the mine shaft, Marcus made his way down another path. The woman was on the other side, so he headed opposite of her and found himself softly walking along a partially rusted catwalk. With his systems not fully functional, Marcus had to keep a hand along the railing to guide his steps as he relied on the human senses.
Fortunately for the terminator, a few of the old lights that had been hidden in shadow overhead flickered. The initial addition of light to a formerly dark environment was enough to shock his senses for a few moments, but once that subsided, he was able to guide himself over to a nearby door built into the wall of the cavern. The iron, which seemed ancient beyond its years, screeched as he pushed it open. How old was the Omniverse?
The room was illuminated by a pair of hanging lights, although Marcus could see a few more tiny cages filled with dead bulbs. In the pale light, the terminator noted that he was in some type of barracks. Rows of beds lined the far wall, and most of them had lockboxes resting on the ground before them. Although coated in dust, the beds were perfectly made up, as if the room had housed a bunch of greenback marines under the sway of an angry drill sergeant.
“This supposed to be a mine or a military installation?” Compared to the evidence of bloodshed out in the main area, the neat little room seemed out of place.
Crouching down in front of one of the beds, Marcus examined the footlocker. After taking a brief moment to bash off the lock, he opened the partially rusted box and started to rummage through its contents for anything of merit. Underneath a few copies of the same basic outfit, Marcus found a leather pouch that zippered shut. Since that seemed infinitely more interesting than the collection of nudie magazines and the man’s gambling earnings, the terminator unzipped the pouch and pulled out the collection of papers stuffed inside. After walking over to a bed underneath one of the lights, Marcus unfolded one of the papers and glanced at it. It didn’t take long for him to see that it was a makeshift journal.
Day 14
We arrived on the island about two weeks ago. Mr. Jak would refer to that as a ‘fortnight,’ but then again, he also sleeps with men. Namby-pamby businessmen… How am I supposed to believe that that guy created me? Just because I woke up in a barracks instead of at some fountain? Bullshit. This ain’t some new uni-verse. Bunch of fucking retards. I know that somewhere Billy and Jed are laughing their asses off. Jagoffs probably got me drunk and locked me up in one of those off-world freighters.
If they were that jealous of me bangin’ their sisters, they shouldda just said something.
Day 20
This is some screwy fucking planet. Supervisor says they had to gundown a bunch of spear-chuckin’ fruits out in the woods. I heard something about ‘They ain’t s’posed to be there’ or some shit.”
Fucking hippies. My daddy died to protect Central City from jealous neighbors.
Guy next to me is called Larry. Larry drank the Kool-Aid like all the others. ‘Omniverse.’ Yea, okay. Because this is just some magical fairy world where people can grow extra dicks. It was bad enough you got the people flying around shooting bombs from their hands.
Day 25
We was mining today when we broke through into some of the shiniest fucking shit I’ve ever seen. Not just that it was shiny, because I’ve seen gold and silver. This shit shimmered (like that word? The nancy-boy taught it to me) with the colors of the rainbow. ‘Omnilium’ or something. Just sounds like another rock to me but whatever.
I guess this is the shit we were supposed to find, because the Supervisor and the others started salivating. I’m not gay, but I’m sure they probably had boners over this shit too.
Day 27
People are getting weird. A lot of the pussies are having problems sleeping at night. Worse than that, they keep fucking waking me up with their crying and screaming. One of them… I think his name was Tony? … Anyway, Tony got so bad they took him away in the middle of the night. Tony didn’t come back. They folded up his bed real nice and emptied his footlocker. Bosses said he was going home early.
Going home early?
I’ll have a few nightmares if I get to go home early.
Day 30
People keep saying weird shit. Talking about hearing voices in their head. Insisting that it’s the omnilium talking to them. How the fuck does a rock talk to you? I’m surrounded by faggots. One of the guys ran screaming out of the barracks and dove head-first down the main cavern. Guess it took a few people to mop him up off the floor.
Since I can’t sleep very well at night (fucking dreams), I’ve heard people whispering in the beds. Talking about communing with the omnilium. ‘Becoming one with the omnilium.’ Talking about…
Fuck, it’s too hard to focus. I’m too tired.
Day 32
It’s today.
We’ve already taken the main office. A few of the nonbelievers tried to detonate explosives to bury the mine, but we stopped them. The open air exits were destroyed, but the emergency elevator remains in tact. We captured most of those fools and painted with their insides.
We won’t let them prevent our ascension.
We descend now. Down to the Ascension. It speaks to us.
We shall join.
At that, the series of journal entries stopped. Marcus scowled as he set the stack of small papers down onto the bed next to him. The man’s handwriting had started off terrible and gotten worse from there, but the last entry had been nearly perfect. Everything was smooth lines and perfect English (or whatever they called the language here).
The man had made mention of descending… did he mean down into the mines?
Then again, the journal had also mentioned an elevator the surface…
With a scowl, Marcus sat up off the dusty bunk and started back toward the rest of his group.
Two levels removed from her partners, the phoenix entered a small metal shack built partially into the wall of the underground area. Letting the door soundlessly swing shut behind her, she pointed her Phoenix Blaster in front of her and let the flames light her path as she tried to examine the room without setting anything on fire.
Better yet… Glancing around, Fiara spotted a wooden chair and swiftly broke off one of its legs. A few moments later, she allowed her weapons to return to their idle state as she set the makeshift torch into a ventilation hole near the room’s entrance. With everything bathed in a pale yellow light, she could see that the room probably didn’t serve as someone’s living quarters. Tomes lined a few of the shelves, and there were plenty of small pieces of technology built into the walls. Some sort of overlook station? Fiara tapped one of the glass boxes and furrowed her brow as she looked through the old window at the darkness of the mine.
While she had killed one of the chairs to provide a less danger-prone source of light, Fiara found a second one and camped herself in front of the largest of the metal terminals. None of the knobs and dials made much sense to her, but given the general state of poor maintenance, she doubted she could do much harm to the abandoned equipment. After a few moments, she found herself doing little more than playing around with the controls.
As her hand flipped up a switch, she heard something groan from behind her, and while her first instant was to spin around and arm the Phoenix Blaster, she quickly realized what had happened. Above her head, there was a faint flicker as a solitary surviving light bulb flickered alive. Out through the large window, she spotted a few pale stars in the darkness as a couple more incandescent bulbs fluttered to life.
***
With Okor taking point near the top of the mine shaft, Marcus made his way down another path. The woman was on the other side, so he headed opposite of her and found himself softly walking along a partially rusted catwalk. With his systems not fully functional, Marcus had to keep a hand along the railing to guide his steps as he relied on the human senses.
Fortunately for the terminator, a few of the old lights that had been hidden in shadow overhead flickered. The initial addition of light to a formerly dark environment was enough to shock his senses for a few moments, but once that subsided, he was able to guide himself over to a nearby door built into the wall of the cavern. The iron, which seemed ancient beyond its years, screeched as he pushed it open. How old was the Omniverse?
The room was illuminated by a pair of hanging lights, although Marcus could see a few more tiny cages filled with dead bulbs. In the pale light, the terminator noted that he was in some type of barracks. Rows of beds lined the far wall, and most of them had lockboxes resting on the ground before them. Although coated in dust, the beds were perfectly made up, as if the room had housed a bunch of greenback marines under the sway of an angry drill sergeant.
“This supposed to be a mine or a military installation?” Compared to the evidence of bloodshed out in the main area, the neat little room seemed out of place.
Crouching down in front of one of the beds, Marcus examined the footlocker. After taking a brief moment to bash off the lock, he opened the partially rusted box and started to rummage through its contents for anything of merit. Underneath a few copies of the same basic outfit, Marcus found a leather pouch that zippered shut. Since that seemed infinitely more interesting than the collection of nudie magazines and the man’s gambling earnings, the terminator unzipped the pouch and pulled out the collection of papers stuffed inside. After walking over to a bed underneath one of the lights, Marcus unfolded one of the papers and glanced at it. It didn’t take long for him to see that it was a makeshift journal.
***
Day 14
We arrived on the island about two weeks ago. Mr. Jak would refer to that as a ‘fortnight,’ but then again, he also sleeps with men. Namby-pamby businessmen… How am I supposed to believe that that guy created me? Just because I woke up in a barracks instead of at some fountain? Bullshit. This ain’t some new uni-verse. Bunch of fucking retards. I know that somewhere Billy and Jed are laughing their asses off. Jagoffs probably got me drunk and locked me up in one of those off-world freighters.
If they were that jealous of me bangin’ their sisters, they shouldda just said something.
Day 20
This is some screwy fucking planet. Supervisor says they had to gundown a bunch of spear-chuckin’ fruits out in the woods. I heard something about ‘They ain’t s’posed to be there’ or some shit.”
Fucking hippies. My daddy died to protect Central City from jealous neighbors.
Guy next to me is called Larry. Larry drank the Kool-Aid like all the others. ‘Omniverse.’ Yea, okay. Because this is just some magical fairy world where people can grow extra dicks. It was bad enough you got the people flying around shooting bombs from their hands.
Day 25
We was mining today when we broke through into some of the shiniest fucking shit I’ve ever seen. Not just that it was shiny, because I’ve seen gold and silver. This shit shimmered (like that word? The nancy-boy taught it to me) with the colors of the rainbow. ‘Omnilium’ or something. Just sounds like another rock to me but whatever.
I guess this is the shit we were supposed to find, because the Supervisor and the others started salivating. I’m not gay, but I’m sure they probably had boners over this shit too.
Day 27
People are getting weird. A lot of the pussies are having problems sleeping at night. Worse than that, they keep fucking waking me up with their crying and screaming. One of them… I think his name was Tony? … Anyway, Tony got so bad they took him away in the middle of the night. Tony didn’t come back. They folded up his bed real nice and emptied his footlocker. Bosses said he was going home early.
Going home early?
I’ll have a few nightmares if I get to go home early.
Day 30
People keep saying weird shit. Talking about hearing voices in their head. Insisting that it’s the omnilium talking to them. How the fuck does a rock talk to you? I’m surrounded by faggots. One of the guys ran screaming out of the barracks and dove head-first down the main cavern. Guess it took a few people to mop him up off the floor.
Since I can’t sleep very well at night (fucking dreams), I’ve heard people whispering in the beds. Talking about communing with the omnilium. ‘Becoming one with the omnilium.’ Talking about…
Fuck, it’s too hard to focus. I’m too tired.
Day 32
It’s today.
We’ve already taken the main office. A few of the nonbelievers tried to detonate explosives to bury the mine, but we stopped them. The open air exits were destroyed, but the emergency elevator remains in tact. We captured most of those fools and painted with their insides.
We won’t let them prevent our ascension.
We descend now. Down to the Ascension. It speaks to us.
We shall join.
At that, the series of journal entries stopped. Marcus scowled as he set the stack of small papers down onto the bed next to him. The man’s handwriting had started off terrible and gotten worse from there, but the last entry had been nearly perfect. Everything was smooth lines and perfect English (or whatever they called the language here).
The man had made mention of descending… did he mean down into the mines?
Then again, the journal had also mentioned an elevator the surface…
With a scowl, Marcus sat up off the dusty bunk and started back toward the rest of his group.
Quote:End of Round 6
Marcus has been eliminated from Final Prize contention
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