06-12-2017, 02:38 AM
In the dust left behind by two foreign fairies flagrantly freezing free fighters for no reasons but their own, flying from flippant murder to frivolous adventure, lay two human popsicles. The twin stormtroopers, partially covered by ice, gleamed in the omnipresent white glow of the Nexus, shimmering with cold and partially obscure by fog as their temperature interacted with the moisture in the air. Inside the tombs of currently non-functional powered armor, a barely functional comm signal was broadcasting to all listening imperials. The sheer cold had interrupted and then corrupted the audio-video packet of these brave men's last moments.
Imperial Communication Centre, Central Army Command, Coruscant
"Emperor DAMNIT!!!" the exclamation was exclaimed with a heavy punch to the command console, making the hologram flicker briefly before contact was properly established again. Not that it was much use, the feed available to those in the ICC's Omniversal Positioning Room (and yes, that's abbreviated as OPR) was flickering in and out as it was. Usual procedure when encountering primes was to immediately enable your helmet cam. But there was a back-up enabler for those times when this wasn't feasible, like a prime being immediately hostile, or the stormtrooper in question being too distracted by or focused on something else. That first back-up was triggered by a spike in the Stormtrooper's epinephrine levels. This had allowed the ICC to watch as the two soldiers had focused on a jagged sphere of ice bouncing along the ground at each of their feet before the feed flickered just as their helmets where returning to normal angle. And now the feed was bouncing like it was a one man Carnival. "Smythe, we need those damn feeds sorted out yesterday," the commanding officer growled to the tech sitting at his right. Smythe was visibly sweating as his hand flew over the haptic interface, this was his career on the line, and with Dredd somewhere in the building it could very well be his life! Smythe, however, was nothing if not skilled. Twenty seconds of furious input finally cleared the feed enough to- "Sir, what is that?"
Little Ghost's attention was drawn to the commotion just around the bend even before he saw it. The sound of someone shouting? And then that beautiful glow of transmuting Omnillium. Little Ghost quickened his steps, careful to not let the absolutely smooth ground make him slip but still urgent, to make a small click-click-click-like sound of carapace on a hard surface. He slowed before coming around the bend, creeping slowly, and the first thing he noticed was... a pair of yellow antenna? No, not antenna, something else? They sat atop the strangest creature he had ever seen, one that looked to be soft on the outside, almost like a Grub, but shaped like a fully grown bug? Little Ghost remembered Elite Sentries with less width around their thorax! And there, on the ground, what a strange bug. Little Ghost peered closer and... yep, it was wearing face-bone all over its body. Was it a giant face then? But it looked like it had two arms, two legs and something resembling a head? How queer! Oh, the big one was peeling it off. Had he intruded upon some weird feeding time? That was... Nope, how about not letting himself be seen? Little Ghost took a few steps back as the other strange bug, the one with some weird white fuzz on its head and some sort of very detailed cloak joined in on the feeding.
Though it was a very strange feeding, for as Little Ghost watched there were no screams of desperation, and they seemed to actually be repairing the carapaces of the silly white bugs? What kind of strange place was this? Waiting for longer proved the wise thing to do as the smaller bug with the elaborate cloak dashed away, to the shouts of the white bugs. Oh, then maybe this was a feeding after all? When the large bug grabbed the two white bugs and dashed off he understood, the large one was taking them to its lair, to feed at his leisure. But now the question was where to go. The purl of the fountain was the only sound with Little Ghost as the sole remainder. Hmm, the one with the elaborate cloak... maybe he could see where she got it from? He could at least try asking now that the large weird one was gone.
And with that decided Little Ghost trudged along after Tamsin, following her rapidly disappearing form, still rather unknowing of how things worked in the Omniverse.
Imperial Communication Centre, Central Army Command, Coruscant
"Emperor DAMNIT!!!" the exclamation was exclaimed with a heavy punch to the command console, making the hologram flicker briefly before contact was properly established again. Not that it was much use, the feed available to those in the ICC's Omniversal Positioning Room (and yes, that's abbreviated as OPR) was flickering in and out as it was. Usual procedure when encountering primes was to immediately enable your helmet cam. But there was a back-up enabler for those times when this wasn't feasible, like a prime being immediately hostile, or the stormtrooper in question being too distracted by or focused on something else. That first back-up was triggered by a spike in the Stormtrooper's epinephrine levels. This had allowed the ICC to watch as the two soldiers had focused on a jagged sphere of ice bouncing along the ground at each of their feet before the feed flickered just as their helmets where returning to normal angle. And now the feed was bouncing like it was a one man Carnival. "Smythe, we need those damn feeds sorted out yesterday," the commanding officer growled to the tech sitting at his right. Smythe was visibly sweating as his hand flew over the haptic interface, this was his career on the line, and with Dredd somewhere in the building it could very well be his life! Smythe, however, was nothing if not skilled. Twenty seconds of furious input finally cleared the feed enough to- "Sir, what is that?"
Little Ghost's attention was drawn to the commotion just around the bend even before he saw it. The sound of someone shouting? And then that beautiful glow of transmuting Omnillium. Little Ghost quickened his steps, careful to not let the absolutely smooth ground make him slip but still urgent, to make a small click-click-click-like sound of carapace on a hard surface. He slowed before coming around the bend, creeping slowly, and the first thing he noticed was... a pair of yellow antenna? No, not antenna, something else? They sat atop the strangest creature he had ever seen, one that looked to be soft on the outside, almost like a Grub, but shaped like a fully grown bug? Little Ghost remembered Elite Sentries with less width around their thorax! And there, on the ground, what a strange bug. Little Ghost peered closer and... yep, it was wearing face-bone all over its body. Was it a giant face then? But it looked like it had two arms, two legs and something resembling a head? How queer! Oh, the big one was peeling it off. Had he intruded upon some weird feeding time? That was... Nope, how about not letting himself be seen? Little Ghost took a few steps back as the other strange bug, the one with some weird white fuzz on its head and some sort of very detailed cloak joined in on the feeding.
Though it was a very strange feeding, for as Little Ghost watched there were no screams of desperation, and they seemed to actually be repairing the carapaces of the silly white bugs? What kind of strange place was this? Waiting for longer proved the wise thing to do as the smaller bug with the elaborate cloak dashed away, to the shouts of the white bugs. Oh, then maybe this was a feeding after all? When the large bug grabbed the two white bugs and dashed off he understood, the large one was taking them to its lair, to feed at his leisure. But now the question was where to go. The purl of the fountain was the only sound with Little Ghost as the sole remainder. Hmm, the one with the elaborate cloak... maybe he could see where she got it from? He could at least try asking now that the large weird one was gone.
And with that decided Little Ghost trudged along after Tamsin, following her rapidly disappearing form, still rather unknowing of how things worked in the Omniverse.
"So you'd pursue the deeper truth? It isn't one the weak could bear."
"Prove yourself ready to face it. I'll not hold back. My needle is lethal and I'd feel no sadness in a weakling's demise."
"Show me you can accept this Kingdom's past and claim responsibility for its future."