The Dark Ages [Dark Data]

[Hiro Protagonist]

The passage through the gate from the Nexus into the medieval verse of Camelot was marked by a rather sudden and unexpected change. Hiro's high tech, stylish car shook and juddered, rolling to a stop about ten feet away from the stone gate and the surrounding marker. The hacker's sight had been obscured by whirling patterns of the portal, and thus was startled to look down at the steering wheel and see reins in his hand. Also, he was seated much higher up. And there were two black horses, made of shiny carved dark wood and what looked like gears and clockwork. "Are you......fucking serious?" Hiro muttered to himself incredulously. His sweet ride had transformed into something more 'period' appropriate. A fucking horse drawn carriage.

"Hiro. I notice that your car has undergone some...technical difficulties. Also, I am stuck inside the cabin. My frame is too large to exit without breaking the construction of this vehicle." The Plague Marine's voice emanated from inside the black carriage compartment, and Hiro jumped down from the driver's seat to land nimbly on his feet. A hand went up over his goggles as he parsed the situation. "I already hate this place. And you know what Okor, be my guest. I'm just going to break this back down into Omnilium. I'll be damned if I go gallivanting around in a fucking clockwork carriage like a fricken' goober."

As he was griping, he noticed the Liberator Brace he'd plugged into his wristcomp light up and begin whirring. Huh. Readings...he scrolled through the small screen, as Okor's rusted bulk began to split the wooden frame of the carriage his car had been transmogrified into. "Nebula operations detected....okay, but where? No rangefinder on this thing?" Hiro kept tapping the screen, going through the analysis of just what this Liberator Aide was picking up. He winced as Okor tore himself free from the carriage and landed on the ground with a heavy thump. "I do not mind walking, Hiro. Although it seems your friend's conveyance was deemed acceptable." And of course, Madotsuki floated up in her weird crystal car as the hacker was reading about how the power readings seemed to be "omnilium holes" for lack of a better word. Like antimatter, in layman's terms.

"Okay, so, Team Dung Ages." The frustrated ronin waved his wristcomp in the air, the device letting off a purple ping as it traced the concentrations of dark power. "Once I reclaim the remains of my poor car, destroyed oh so callously once more, what say we head out and try to find some trouble, yeah?"