08-23-2016, 01:46 AM
Samus had a look of calm collection as she exited from the Nexus gate. She placed a hand on either side of helmet, began to lift … and then returned her arms to her side.
Stepping from the standing stones that enclosed the gate, she saw the orange sun drifting westward. It had been night when she’d last left Camelot. Perhaps it had been less than a day since she’d snuck away to observe the fight at the Nexus. Perhaps longer. She wasted no time in heading back to her ship.
It was where she’d left it, hidden a small ways away from the gate in a small alcove. She checked it. There were no signs of any intrusion. She kicked her legs off the ground, twitching her feet just enough to boost herself up to the roof of the ship, before descending through the roof-hatch into the ship’s cramped cabin compartment. She reached a hand towards the controls.
She stopped.
A moment later she touched a hand to the side of her visor. It shone blue and began to omit a ray of light that swept across the interior of the ship, permeating through the reflective surfaces. Her gaze cast downward, into the ship’s belly.
And then in one fluid motion, she spun around the captain’s chair into the exit compartment, her suit tightening into an organic blue appearance. The hatch opened and she leapt out into the sky as her suit continued changing, speeding upwards. She landed some distance away as the ship exploded.
Her visor captures the full blinding light of the white explosion and she shielded herself from the tiny bits of shrapnel that burn her suit. There was no time to take stock.
The Stalker was behind her.
A blast of blue light engaged the Hunter as she dived to her left, turning and shooting as she landed. The Stalker tumbled in turn to shoot; Samus strafed and tracked her shot, leaving a couple of trifling explosions on her adversary’s monstrous form. In retaliation the Stalker charged up a shot, the light at the end of its cannon swelling from pebble to shotput in a half-second. Samus grit her teeth and responded in kind.
The two blasts collide in the matter of meters between them, and the light elicited granted them each a moment to reposition. Samus took her stand behind some rocks, holding her gun arm aside to charge. The Stalker took the high ground, its head and cannon poking out from an observing cliff edge.
As the light faded, Samus spied her opponent and let her shot loose. In the moment it took for the Stalker to dodge and respond, Samus had vanished beneath the low rocks. The Stalker flared her arms in rage as her body lit up. Myriad missiles began to form themselves upon the wretched suit — the shoulders, the kneecaps, the waist, its sternum – and as they did they began to fire themselves outward in an awkward arc, blue lights tracing their rise and their fall.
A small blue ball less than a metre in diameter boosted from the exploding wreckage. The light within the sphere emerged into Samus Aran, who tumbled, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop.
She stood and met the eyes of her opponent. In Coruscant’s bowels, it had been difficult to get a good look at the Stalker. She now saw why. It’s armour was an inky silver, almost black, that seemed to absorb the light. It moved forward upon two-clawed boots with an animalistic gait; the top half of its body was slightly hunched towards its prey.
“What are you.” Samus demanded, her voice bare of intonation.
Stepping from the standing stones that enclosed the gate, she saw the orange sun drifting westward. It had been night when she’d last left Camelot. Perhaps it had been less than a day since she’d snuck away to observe the fight at the Nexus. Perhaps longer. She wasted no time in heading back to her ship.
It was where she’d left it, hidden a small ways away from the gate in a small alcove. She checked it. There were no signs of any intrusion. She kicked her legs off the ground, twitching her feet just enough to boost herself up to the roof of the ship, before descending through the roof-hatch into the ship’s cramped cabin compartment. She reached a hand towards the controls.
She stopped.
A moment later she touched a hand to the side of her visor. It shone blue and began to omit a ray of light that swept across the interior of the ship, permeating through the reflective surfaces. Her gaze cast downward, into the ship’s belly.
And then in one fluid motion, she spun around the captain’s chair into the exit compartment, her suit tightening into an organic blue appearance. The hatch opened and she leapt out into the sky as her suit continued changing, speeding upwards. She landed some distance away as the ship exploded.
Her visor captures the full blinding light of the white explosion and she shielded herself from the tiny bits of shrapnel that burn her suit. There was no time to take stock.
The Stalker was behind her.
A blast of blue light engaged the Hunter as she dived to her left, turning and shooting as she landed. The Stalker tumbled in turn to shoot; Samus strafed and tracked her shot, leaving a couple of trifling explosions on her adversary’s monstrous form. In retaliation the Stalker charged up a shot, the light at the end of its cannon swelling from pebble to shotput in a half-second. Samus grit her teeth and responded in kind.
The two blasts collide in the matter of meters between them, and the light elicited granted them each a moment to reposition. Samus took her stand behind some rocks, holding her gun arm aside to charge. The Stalker took the high ground, its head and cannon poking out from an observing cliff edge.
As the light faded, Samus spied her opponent and let her shot loose. In the moment it took for the Stalker to dodge and respond, Samus had vanished beneath the low rocks. The Stalker flared her arms in rage as her body lit up. Myriad missiles began to form themselves upon the wretched suit — the shoulders, the kneecaps, the waist, its sternum – and as they did they began to fire themselves outward in an awkward arc, blue lights tracing their rise and their fall.
A small blue ball less than a metre in diameter boosted from the exploding wreckage. The light within the sphere emerged into Samus Aran, who tumbled, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop.
She stood and met the eyes of her opponent. In Coruscant’s bowels, it had been difficult to get a good look at the Stalker. She now saw why. It’s armour was an inky silver, almost black, that seemed to absorb the light. It moved forward upon two-clawed boots with an animalistic gait; the top half of its body was slightly hunched towards its prey.
“What are you.” Samus demanded, her voice bare of intonation.
Curious about me and the characters I play? See the 'Staff' page! See also the rosters for my characters Samus Aran or Enel if you'd like to see examples of well-formatted rosters. Hope you enjoy the Omniverse!