08-05-2016, 05:38 PM
Everything felt cold.
Darkness closed in from all around as it expelled a suffocating presence.
This was it.
This is what it was like to die.
"Do you wish to live?" a voice echoed in the boy's mind.
"Yes," He answered.
"Do you wish to have more power?" It asked.
"Yes," He answered again.
"Accept the vessel into your body, and you will be graced with the power of the ascended," It said.
"Accept the vessel..." The boy echoed, as his hand moved to the case containing the omnillium ingot.
"Accept and ascend," It spoke.
"Ascend..." The boy echoed, the case now gripped tightly in his hand. Images quickly flashed through the boy's mind, memories of his loved ones, both from this world and his. A rage grew inside the boy, and a light pierced the darkness that surrounded him. The light blew the darkness away, and revealed the world he almost left behind.
"FUCK THIS!" Gin yelled. He let go of the case and reached into another pocket, from which he pulled the last of his Medi-gel. He opened the container and slammed it onto his open wound. Just like in the carnival before, the bleeding ceased and the wound closed shut. Gin staggered to his feet, covered in his lost blood. The world was a bit blurry to his eyes, but he held firm. He looked over at Remilia, she was knelt down clutching her leg in pain. "Dammit I should've saved it for her," He thought. He hobbled over to her and helped her up, and the two supported each other as they walked to a garage nearby. The battle had cost them a lot, and there was no way they'd be able to escape on foot like this. They needed a plan.
The garage was filled to the brim with boat parts and other supplies, not mention a forklift, all of it perfect for their prep to escape. Gin helped Remilia sit down in a chair, and then barred the door. The docks were quiet again, but there was no guarantee it was safe again. Gin looked around the garage and found some fabric and metal poles, "Good enough," he thought. Thanks to the first aid training he got before joining the reclamation squad, he was able to bandage and fashion a splint for Remilia's leg. "That should hold until we get off this island. Just rest for now though, alright?" He said. He looked up and found her already passed out from exhaustion, he smirked and put a blanket on her. Gin looked back at the garage's contents, if they were going to get out of dodge, they needed to get out quick.
Gin cleared off the workbench and got to work, his first project being a weapon he could use. In the piles of supplies, he found a large supply of flare guns and rocket flare shells. Nearby was a four inch diameter metal tube, duct tape, blocks of wood, and a rubber mallet. An idea sparked in his head, "Yeah, that'll work," He said out loud. He brought his ingredients to the workbench and began to combine them together into his special homemade recipe. With the tube as the barrel, and the mallet head as the pin, a MacGyver'd trigger, and the wood as the stock, he made a flare bazooka. The ammo of course, was the rocket flares now attached together at the base.
Next came the forklift; Gin checked the ignition and found it to be in working order, the wheels also seemed to be fairly aired up. He picked up a gas can that still had some inside and poured it all into the forklift. He lifted the seat and searched around the engine, if it was like the ones on his colony then it would have a governor that limited the speed the forklift could move at. Finally he found it and tweaked it as much as he could, which raised the speed cap to its maximum. He then switched the battery for one meant for a speedboat, with another idea on his mind. Taking two small boat motors, he attached them to the lifting forks with the blades facing away from the driver's seat. After that, he attached the wires to the new battery, then set the seat back into place. On the back of the forklift; Gin duct taped a basket to the canopy bars, and placed all his ammo and supplies into the basket. With that, they were ready to head out.
As he buckled the sleeping Remilia into the seat, something caught his eye. In the corner he saw bottles of vodka completely unopened and ready for drinking. However he had a different use in mind for them, as he grabbed the last of the fabric he could find and dipped them in the forklift gas tank. He opened the bottles and shoved the fabric into their bores. He picked up a tool belt and stuck them into the various pockets that adorned it, along with a flip lighter also in the garage. He opened the garage door and sat in the driver's seat, with the flare bazooka in his lap. He turned the ignition and the forklift sprang to life, the sharpened blades on its new motors sped up and quickly reached top speed. "Groovy," He said before slamming on the gas and driving onto the road away from the docks.
Darkness closed in from all around as it expelled a suffocating presence.
This was it.
This is what it was like to die.
"Do you wish to live?" a voice echoed in the boy's mind.
"Yes," He answered.
"Do you wish to have more power?" It asked.
"Yes," He answered again.
"Accept the vessel into your body, and you will be graced with the power of the ascended," It said.
"Accept the vessel..." The boy echoed, as his hand moved to the case containing the omnillium ingot.
"Accept and ascend," It spoke.
"Ascend..." The boy echoed, the case now gripped tightly in his hand. Images quickly flashed through the boy's mind, memories of his loved ones, both from this world and his. A rage grew inside the boy, and a light pierced the darkness that surrounded him. The light blew the darkness away, and revealed the world he almost left behind.
"FUCK THIS!" Gin yelled. He let go of the case and reached into another pocket, from which he pulled the last of his Medi-gel. He opened the container and slammed it onto his open wound. Just like in the carnival before, the bleeding ceased and the wound closed shut. Gin staggered to his feet, covered in his lost blood. The world was a bit blurry to his eyes, but he held firm. He looked over at Remilia, she was knelt down clutching her leg in pain. "Dammit I should've saved it for her," He thought. He hobbled over to her and helped her up, and the two supported each other as they walked to a garage nearby. The battle had cost them a lot, and there was no way they'd be able to escape on foot like this. They needed a plan.
The garage was filled to the brim with boat parts and other supplies, not mention a forklift, all of it perfect for their prep to escape. Gin helped Remilia sit down in a chair, and then barred the door. The docks were quiet again, but there was no guarantee it was safe again. Gin looked around the garage and found some fabric and metal poles, "Good enough," he thought. Thanks to the first aid training he got before joining the reclamation squad, he was able to bandage and fashion a splint for Remilia's leg. "That should hold until we get off this island. Just rest for now though, alright?" He said. He looked up and found her already passed out from exhaustion, he smirked and put a blanket on her. Gin looked back at the garage's contents, if they were going to get out of dodge, they needed to get out quick.
Gin cleared off the workbench and got to work, his first project being a weapon he could use. In the piles of supplies, he found a large supply of flare guns and rocket flare shells. Nearby was a four inch diameter metal tube, duct tape, blocks of wood, and a rubber mallet. An idea sparked in his head, "Yeah, that'll work," He said out loud. He brought his ingredients to the workbench and began to combine them together into his special homemade recipe. With the tube as the barrel, and the mallet head as the pin, a MacGyver'd trigger, and the wood as the stock, he made a flare bazooka. The ammo of course, was the rocket flares now attached together at the base.
Next came the forklift; Gin checked the ignition and found it to be in working order, the wheels also seemed to be fairly aired up. He picked up a gas can that still had some inside and poured it all into the forklift. He lifted the seat and searched around the engine, if it was like the ones on his colony then it would have a governor that limited the speed the forklift could move at. Finally he found it and tweaked it as much as he could, which raised the speed cap to its maximum. He then switched the battery for one meant for a speedboat, with another idea on his mind. Taking two small boat motors, he attached them to the lifting forks with the blades facing away from the driver's seat. After that, he attached the wires to the new battery, then set the seat back into place. On the back of the forklift; Gin duct taped a basket to the canopy bars, and placed all his ammo and supplies into the basket. With that, they were ready to head out.
As he buckled the sleeping Remilia into the seat, something caught his eye. In the corner he saw bottles of vodka completely unopened and ready for drinking. However he had a different use in mind for them, as he grabbed the last of the fabric he could find and dipped them in the forklift gas tank. He opened the bottles and shoved the fabric into their bores. He picked up a tool belt and stuck them into the various pockets that adorned it, along with a flip lighter also in the garage. He opened the garage door and sat in the driver's seat, with the flare bazooka in his lap. He turned the ignition and the forklift sprang to life, the sharpened blades on its new motors sped up and quickly reached top speed. "Groovy," He said before slamming on the gas and driving onto the road away from the docks.
Quote:Gin has used his last Medi-Gel (0/2 left).
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