10-21-2014, 05:36 PM
Camelot’s portal faded in the East the further the Company trekked – Sarah now a part of it. Although ahead another glimmer laid in wait: the threshold that would eventually lead them all into the tiered city of Coruscant. Here, Time faltered, and gathered (drawn together by some fate) were far more individuals than had been originally suspected. No doubt in accordance to the haphazard design of Omni’s realms, simply to amuse. The dilation heighted to the point wherein not a sole Prime materialized, rather a group, three new and one old. All of the Troopers in White heard the hastened steps - the light taps of grace upon the floor of the Nexus. The Boy in all Dark arrived to join their Party. It did nothing to ease the tense March; it went on and ever on. Steps in unison echoed and their formation kept on as minutes passed. The entrance to another World linked to this one drew closer. The Gateway could be seen, though it remained a distance off.
Keeping pace with ease, Kerrigan had no trouble slipping into their ranks. The scenery stayed stagnate. The White while not immense in size, did provide an edge to everything. The blankness could be seen from leagues off and practically everyone was exposed regardless of position. Here there could be no hiding without the use of Tech or Magic. Sarah noted that the locale would be terrible for any planned operation . . . especially without the use of a Stealth-Field (what were their superiors thinking). And without the chatter among men – the silence in its own right would be close to deafening – maddening. Only boots that tread would have made noise. Most spoke of the current task, mainly about being glad when the ‘package’ was delivered. Others were imagining the splendid welcome of their families. After all, it may have been hours for them, but for those on Coruscant time could have drifted on a lot longer.
It must be nice – having that. In the Quiet, Sarah had been sifting from one mind to another just drifting between surface thoughts that were now calm and collected. Now of course without weapons they were slightly uneasy, but most figured they weren’t in immediate danger. She wouldn’t put a word to it: a home. What home she had was aboard the many Starships and with the Ghosts that served with her. Now they were also gone. There was no one here that could understand what it was like not to remember, but to remember that something is missing all the same. With each step her head throbbed more and she began to seal herself off. Relishing that in some respect – somehow – her Psionics had been diminished. Then, she noticed a familiar presence. That guy followed us – me. She turned briefly, emerald eyes shimmering and eyed him. It’ll be useful to have an ally. Momentarily, her eyes locked with the Commander. Thereafter, she walked on.
Simmons on the other hand, strode side-by-side with his charge. The threat to his life had passed and now only his Objective kept him trudging onward. His eyes scanned for the Arch that highlighted the way Home. Granted he didn’t believe there would be any more issues, he still couldn’t help but be on edge – this close to a person that almost ended his life. At the time he had thought: I’m not a Prime. He knew if he bit the dust it would be for real; the same as his troops knew that they too would not return. The plight of the Secondaries’ was well known. This job was a means to survive, and together they would do it. At the Barracks there would be a shift change and he would be rid of this monstrosity that had almost cost him everything. That pointed-steel had been way too near.
As he walked, he pondered if perhaps he had let fear cloud his judgment, and if it would had been more prudent to neutralize the subject (regardless of the actual danger to his life). He may have died, but his men would have been armed and in custody of their charge, minus the freak-show boy that followed after, and the Others that had subsequently appeared. Where the hell did they all come from . . . damn Omni and his games? And he would also have had the luxury of not explaining why he and his men were no longer equipped. They had scouted for this sole purpose, but again with OPS like this, there weren’t really any guarantees anymore. Even the guards posted at the Portal were having difficulties. A few had been killed a while back by some crazy person with a Staff. He sighed, sliding his helmet back in his place; he would at least be protected slightly despite no longer being armed.
”Stay close. There could be trouble in Coruscant.” The Teenager looked back at the Dark figure again locking her eyes with his for a few moments. With an extension of will she shifted the blade in its sheath again. However, it only vibrated gently on his back. ”You may need this next time.” She continued for several more seconds and the blade shook, quivering playfully in its holder. ”Blade. Sword. Weapon. Steel. Metal. It exists to kill.” All these words she said without moving her lips, but occasionally she did turn back while they walked. She knew by now his mind was way too blank to be natural. Something had happened that removed everything he had been, or perhaps he had never been to begin with. Either way, he needed to be stimulated if he was to be of use later. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be any more reliable than a child with his toy sword and shield.
The sword stayed.
Breaking her from her telepathic link was Simmons: “That armor – your world is advanced.” A statement that he could have made at another time, had it not been for the hostile negotiations. He nodded to himself adding another reason for this assignment. Even if that suit no longer worked – as a Prime – she could summon what she could imagine from her own universe into existence for the Empire. Then again, Omni’s explanation of how things work had hardly been enough for any Primes in the beginning. More likely than naught, she could have forgotten the breadth of the exchange; a common enough side-effect of quite literally being ripped from one existence to another. “Have you given any thought on things – other than trying to kill everyone you meet?” He chuckled in a rather perverse attempt to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
“Confederacy schematics are classified.” She kept her gaze forward but the Newcomer diverted her attention. “There’s an Intruder behind us.” Simmons gave her a sideway stare – thinking that she meant the Boy whom he had noticed long before – but then his eyes widened, another figure had arrived. The zippers on his all black cloak gleamed and a shadowed hood shielded his visage. Although, he did speak innocently enough. Simmons grunted, shaking his head. Conflict was the last thing on his mind. Sarah ceased striding and the Company in White halted by the order of their Commander. With no one providing an answer, it finally laid bare upon Simmons to address the latest arrival.
“The Empire will not turn away potential Primes. You’re more than welcome to accompany us to Coruscant – “he took a sighing breath and blinked beneath his headgear. “Just don’t start anything. We’ve had enough action for one outing.” After saying his piece he shouted, giving the command to march once more, and the Company obeyed. When they began again the light-hearted dull-roar of chatter echoed once more about them all. “That Camelot freak seems to like you.” He gestured, but the Youth knew about whom he was referring too. To the comment she merely nodded. Afterward she swept a hand up and brushed bangs from her eyes again. Her pony-tail bounced while her entire body ached. From a simple journey, she felt like she hadn’t rested in days.
While Kerrigan hadn’t made protest, the presence of another had struck her by surprise. Sure, she was the first to become aware of the intrusion. However, it was like he had simple appeared. Shutting her eyes she tried to recall if he had been with her at the Fountain, wherein she drifted between sleep and consciousness. This did no good, for only the trickle-tap of Water could be attained. That and Omni – whatever it happened to be. Omni, she thought for the first time since the incident. That Rainbow Orb, it held power to alter the fabric of reality like her own abilities. Suddenly, she felt something in her palm. Peering down there the Rainbow Sphere glistened, swirling with intensity as though it had always been there, all-along. Omnilium, with it anything I desire…. She began to concentrate, but the strain with her current state was too much. Instead, she just held it – caressing it.
It shined and Simmons saw, but said nothing. He already knew what it contained. No need to drag up matters yet to be fully realized. Primes had to adjust on their pace; he knew that as well. After a few minutes – when he did look again – Sarah seemed to be deep in thought. In actuality, she poked gently at the barriers of the new Prime’s mind (marluxia his name) – only probing and not initially reading thought per say in the least. A test to see if he happened to be empathic or telepathic for that matter. Something that she did on every person around her – purely on instinct alone. He unlike her first ally had a more complex mind.
It certainly was not a blank slate.
Keeping pace with ease, Kerrigan had no trouble slipping into their ranks. The scenery stayed stagnate. The White while not immense in size, did provide an edge to everything. The blankness could be seen from leagues off and practically everyone was exposed regardless of position. Here there could be no hiding without the use of Tech or Magic. Sarah noted that the locale would be terrible for any planned operation . . . especially without the use of a Stealth-Field (what were their superiors thinking). And without the chatter among men – the silence in its own right would be close to deafening – maddening. Only boots that tread would have made noise. Most spoke of the current task, mainly about being glad when the ‘package’ was delivered. Others were imagining the splendid welcome of their families. After all, it may have been hours for them, but for those on Coruscant time could have drifted on a lot longer.
It must be nice – having that. In the Quiet, Sarah had been sifting from one mind to another just drifting between surface thoughts that were now calm and collected. Now of course without weapons they were slightly uneasy, but most figured they weren’t in immediate danger. She wouldn’t put a word to it: a home. What home she had was aboard the many Starships and with the Ghosts that served with her. Now they were also gone. There was no one here that could understand what it was like not to remember, but to remember that something is missing all the same. With each step her head throbbed more and she began to seal herself off. Relishing that in some respect – somehow – her Psionics had been diminished. Then, she noticed a familiar presence. That guy followed us – me. She turned briefly, emerald eyes shimmering and eyed him. It’ll be useful to have an ally. Momentarily, her eyes locked with the Commander. Thereafter, she walked on.
Simmons on the other hand, strode side-by-side with his charge. The threat to his life had passed and now only his Objective kept him trudging onward. His eyes scanned for the Arch that highlighted the way Home. Granted he didn’t believe there would be any more issues, he still couldn’t help but be on edge – this close to a person that almost ended his life. At the time he had thought: I’m not a Prime. He knew if he bit the dust it would be for real; the same as his troops knew that they too would not return. The plight of the Secondaries’ was well known. This job was a means to survive, and together they would do it. At the Barracks there would be a shift change and he would be rid of this monstrosity that had almost cost him everything. That pointed-steel had been way too near.
As he walked, he pondered if perhaps he had let fear cloud his judgment, and if it would had been more prudent to neutralize the subject (regardless of the actual danger to his life). He may have died, but his men would have been armed and in custody of their charge, minus the freak-show boy that followed after, and the Others that had subsequently appeared. Where the hell did they all come from . . . damn Omni and his games? And he would also have had the luxury of not explaining why he and his men were no longer equipped. They had scouted for this sole purpose, but again with OPS like this, there weren’t really any guarantees anymore. Even the guards posted at the Portal were having difficulties. A few had been killed a while back by some crazy person with a Staff. He sighed, sliding his helmet back in his place; he would at least be protected slightly despite no longer being armed.
”Stay close. There could be trouble in Coruscant.” The Teenager looked back at the Dark figure again locking her eyes with his for a few moments. With an extension of will she shifted the blade in its sheath again. However, it only vibrated gently on his back. ”You may need this next time.” She continued for several more seconds and the blade shook, quivering playfully in its holder. ”Blade. Sword. Weapon. Steel. Metal. It exists to kill.” All these words she said without moving her lips, but occasionally she did turn back while they walked. She knew by now his mind was way too blank to be natural. Something had happened that removed everything he had been, or perhaps he had never been to begin with. Either way, he needed to be stimulated if he was to be of use later. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be any more reliable than a child with his toy sword and shield.
The sword stayed.
Breaking her from her telepathic link was Simmons: “That armor – your world is advanced.” A statement that he could have made at another time, had it not been for the hostile negotiations. He nodded to himself adding another reason for this assignment. Even if that suit no longer worked – as a Prime – she could summon what she could imagine from her own universe into existence for the Empire. Then again, Omni’s explanation of how things work had hardly been enough for any Primes in the beginning. More likely than naught, she could have forgotten the breadth of the exchange; a common enough side-effect of quite literally being ripped from one existence to another. “Have you given any thought on things – other than trying to kill everyone you meet?” He chuckled in a rather perverse attempt to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
“Confederacy schematics are classified.” She kept her gaze forward but the Newcomer diverted her attention. “There’s an Intruder behind us.” Simmons gave her a sideway stare – thinking that she meant the Boy whom he had noticed long before – but then his eyes widened, another figure had arrived. The zippers on his all black cloak gleamed and a shadowed hood shielded his visage. Although, he did speak innocently enough. Simmons grunted, shaking his head. Conflict was the last thing on his mind. Sarah ceased striding and the Company in White halted by the order of their Commander. With no one providing an answer, it finally laid bare upon Simmons to address the latest arrival.
“The Empire will not turn away potential Primes. You’re more than welcome to accompany us to Coruscant – “he took a sighing breath and blinked beneath his headgear. “Just don’t start anything. We’ve had enough action for one outing.” After saying his piece he shouted, giving the command to march once more, and the Company obeyed. When they began again the light-hearted dull-roar of chatter echoed once more about them all. “That Camelot freak seems to like you.” He gestured, but the Youth knew about whom he was referring too. To the comment she merely nodded. Afterward she swept a hand up and brushed bangs from her eyes again. Her pony-tail bounced while her entire body ached. From a simple journey, she felt like she hadn’t rested in days.
While Kerrigan hadn’t made protest, the presence of another had struck her by surprise. Sure, she was the first to become aware of the intrusion. However, it was like he had simple appeared. Shutting her eyes she tried to recall if he had been with her at the Fountain, wherein she drifted between sleep and consciousness. This did no good, for only the trickle-tap of Water could be attained. That and Omni – whatever it happened to be. Omni, she thought for the first time since the incident. That Rainbow Orb, it held power to alter the fabric of reality like her own abilities. Suddenly, she felt something in her palm. Peering down there the Rainbow Sphere glistened, swirling with intensity as though it had always been there, all-along. Omnilium, with it anything I desire…. She began to concentrate, but the strain with her current state was too much. Instead, she just held it – caressing it.
It shined and Simmons saw, but said nothing. He already knew what it contained. No need to drag up matters yet to be fully realized. Primes had to adjust on their pace; he knew that as well. After a few minutes – when he did look again – Sarah seemed to be deep in thought. In actuality, she poked gently at the barriers of the new Prime’s mind (marluxia his name) – only probing and not initially reading thought per say in the least. A test to see if he happened to be empathic or telepathic for that matter. Something that she did on every person around her – purely on instinct alone. He unlike her first ally had a more complex mind.
It certainly was not a blank slate.
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