07-14-2016, 06:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2016, 06:56 PM by Marcus Wright.)
Deciding they could cover more ground if they separated, Fiara, Okor and Marcus paved their own paths. Marcus’s journey was dark as he staggered off, metallic face gleaming with flakes of blood-stained skin peeling off like paint chips. A view through a human's eyes could tell twice as many stories as looking through a terminator's opticular sight.
Marcus was unique. He was able to use senses common to a terminators and human beings. The strength and power of a terminator and the resourcefulness and willpower of a human. He had remarkable healing abilities. This helped him carry on his tasks of finding information about the Omniverse.
Fluorescent lights flickered like a switch making the catwalk hard to decipher. Marcus muttered a string of curse words as he stumbled in the darkness.He placed a finger to his face as a curious thought came to his mind. “What if this iron door is within my reach? “What if it is at the end of this catwalk?”Imagine his surprise when he found what he was looking for.
“What exactly did i miss here?!”
Marcus wasn’t in the best of moods to celebrate as he opened the ancient iron doors. To his dismay, he found an out of place military-like barracks in the mine. The floors were swept and spotless. In between the emptied walls of the garrison held a hidden secret : a box containing a treasure trove of information.
He lifted up the heavy box and blew off the dust setting it on the bed. He went into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a screwdriver he knew would be helpful in this situation. He used it as a pick to open the lock.
In the box,Marcus found a pair of sparkling jelly-coated suspenders. It also contained a flannel button-down shirts underneath. The limited light reflected off the black rubber boots and miner’s helmet with a low grade light on the top. Maybe the terminator could get some use out of the helmet as well. He studied the inside of the yellow helmet and fingered a mini-switch where the light source turned on. He was glad it was a working helmet.
But the major treasure in the box was a soft bonded journal with a wealth of information. Marcus moved toward a bed and sat down. He flipped each page with a slow pace.
Page 1: Day 14
The terminator raised an eyebrow. The miner who wrote in the journal had handwriting that was very difficult to read. He processed what he could read because of the poor handwriting and saw that he was reading from a secondaries’ point of view. The host of this little “adventure” was named Karl Jak. He brought these secondaries here to work and perhaps die.
Page 2: Day 20
The war machine eyed the second page. Misinformed words were written worse than the page before. Marcus began to question if he could read this page at all.
The Omniverse from this miner’s view was full of primes and secondaries who had chosen to “drink the kool-aid”. They believed in the Omniverse so much that they would jump into pure Omnilium, or go stark mad. Voices descended into madness as the dark gods hidden within Omnilium “persuaded ”everyone that dying for it was a just cause. All it took was some smooth talking. Panic took over as the foolish followers obeyed the voices they heard.
Marcus read the last few pages. What kind of creature was lurking around them that tormented these miners? The war machine couldn't possibly imagine being trapped in this madness. The ex-killer fought for the humanity he had left. But how could he find his own humanity if these miners couldn’t save themselves.
Finished with reading the horrifying truth,
the terminator took one last look at the barracks and called out for Okor and Fiara. “OKOR, FIARA! Come as fast as you can! I’ve found something you want to see.. “
When Okor and Fiara arrived, Marcus proceeded to tell them the secret the journal told him. The jelly on the suspenders drove the miners mad. The group had two choices:
They either rode the emergency elevator above and risk more damage or they go below and join the miners in the Ascension.
This time it was choosing the lesser of two evils. Where would they go from here?
Okor wanted the creature's skull
Fiara wasn't sure
Marcus just wanted to get away
Marcus was unique. He was able to use senses common to a terminators and human beings. The strength and power of a terminator and the resourcefulness and willpower of a human. He had remarkable healing abilities. This helped him carry on his tasks of finding information about the Omniverse.
Fluorescent lights flickered like a switch making the catwalk hard to decipher. Marcus muttered a string of curse words as he stumbled in the darkness.He placed a finger to his face as a curious thought came to his mind. “What if this iron door is within my reach? “What if it is at the end of this catwalk?”Imagine his surprise when he found what he was looking for.
“What exactly did i miss here?!”
Marcus wasn’t in the best of moods to celebrate as he opened the ancient iron doors. To his dismay, he found an out of place military-like barracks in the mine. The floors were swept and spotless. In between the emptied walls of the garrison held a hidden secret : a box containing a treasure trove of information.
He lifted up the heavy box and blew off the dust setting it on the bed. He went into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a screwdriver he knew would be helpful in this situation. He used it as a pick to open the lock.
In the box,Marcus found a pair of sparkling jelly-coated suspenders. It also contained a flannel button-down shirts underneath. The limited light reflected off the black rubber boots and miner’s helmet with a low grade light on the top. Maybe the terminator could get some use out of the helmet as well. He studied the inside of the yellow helmet and fingered a mini-switch where the light source turned on. He was glad it was a working helmet.
But the major treasure in the box was a soft bonded journal with a wealth of information. Marcus moved toward a bed and sat down. He flipped each page with a slow pace.
Page 1: Day 14
The terminator raised an eyebrow. The miner who wrote in the journal had handwriting that was very difficult to read. He processed what he could read because of the poor handwriting and saw that he was reading from a secondaries’ point of view. The host of this little “adventure” was named Karl Jak. He brought these secondaries here to work and perhaps die.
Page 2: Day 20
The war machine eyed the second page. Misinformed words were written worse than the page before. Marcus began to question if he could read this page at all.
The Omniverse from this miner’s view was full of primes and secondaries who had chosen to “drink the kool-aid”. They believed in the Omniverse so much that they would jump into pure Omnilium, or go stark mad. Voices descended into madness as the dark gods hidden within Omnilium “persuaded ”everyone that dying for it was a just cause. All it took was some smooth talking. Panic took over as the foolish followers obeyed the voices they heard.
Marcus read the last few pages. What kind of creature was lurking around them that tormented these miners? The war machine couldn't possibly imagine being trapped in this madness. The ex-killer fought for the humanity he had left. But how could he find his own humanity if these miners couldn’t save themselves.
Finished with reading the horrifying truth,
the terminator took one last look at the barracks and called out for Okor and Fiara. “OKOR, FIARA! Come as fast as you can! I’ve found something you want to see.. “
When Okor and Fiara arrived, Marcus proceeded to tell them the secret the journal told him. The jelly on the suspenders drove the miners mad. The group had two choices:
They either rode the emergency elevator above and risk more damage or they go below and join the miners in the Ascension.
This time it was choosing the lesser of two evils. Where would they go from here?
Okor wanted the creature's skull
Fiara wasn't sure
Marcus just wanted to get away
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