06-13-2017, 03:56 PM
He contemplated. He honestly could use the company. He didn’t know much about Essent, but her general demeanour and appearance left him to believe that, if anything, she knew far more about the world than he ever could and thus would, at the very, very least, be a useful contact if things didn’t make any sense. Not that that would help him that much, though. The Ishimura itself had made no sense, so why would anything else make any more sense to him?
Nevertheless, she was fun to be around, and that in and of itself was enough to keep the memory of what he had seen and experienced on that derelict ship at bay.
The car slid to a stop right in front of the purple portal, and that’s when the two guards started to move towards them. For a few moments, he had almost mistaken them for statues and had relaxed himself just from how still they were in front of the gate. It wouldn’t have been the first time he had seen something totally benign as something very dangerous. Then, they had clicked their heels together, completely in-sync, and began to march towards the parked car. They were covered in white armor plating, but what was most striking were the weapons they carried and the helmets on their head. Black dots and stripes line the helmet, forming a frown, and they carried some futuristic version of an assault rifle in their hands, with one pointed straight at the front window of the car and at them. As they walked, he noticed that their feet stepped precisely at the same time, creating a rhythmic, ear-splitting clacking that permeated the air. They were robots, plain and simple. No human could possibly move like that.
Yet he saw a flinch, a misstep, as they approached the side-windows. One got a good look at the state of his armor and had almost immediately raised his rifle. He had to say something.
“It’s okay!” he said, raising his hands in the air. “I’m not dangerous! She’s not involved!”
Wow. That sounded way better in my head.
He could feel his heartbeat in his head. The stormtroopers looked up at each other, clearly wondering whether to believe Clarke or not. Eventually, the guard on his side opened the door and pulled him right out. The stormtrooper tossed him onto the ground and pressed his rifle against his back.
“Why are you covered in blood?” A monotone voice spoke out of the guard’s helmet.
He paused. “...I don’t know…”
The stormtrooper sighed. He reached behind him and pulled out a scanner. Tapping a few buttons on the hilt of the scanner, he held it close to Isaac’s armor. “Hold still.”
He did as he was told. He was actually kinda shocked at how familiar it all was. Aside from the armor, he wouldn’t have thought twice about this kind of thing happening back on Earth or on one of the colonies.
A series of clicks and whirrs burst out of the scanner as a blue semi-circle of light hovered up and over Clarke’s body. He remained silent, allowing the scan to take place. Eventually, the noises stopped and the light turned off. The stormtrooper looked at the holographic screen of the scanner.
“Blood has no origin…” Even with the stoicism of his voice, Isaac could easily hear his bafflement.
“Should we take him in? Investigate?” The other stormtrooper said, his own gun trained on the driver.
The scanner stormtrooper was silent. He must have been like him; he was quiet when he was trying to think too.
“Nah. I think he’s good.” Without further argument, the other stormtrooper lowered his weapon as the scanner stormtrooper grabbed hold of Clarke and pulled him back up from his feet. The blood on Clarke’s armor stained his hand, which he wiped away on his armor.
“Sorry about that, strangers. Standard operating procedure.”
“It’s alright. I’m used to it.” Probably would have helped if he had cleaned his armor up before trying to go anywhere. He was just asking to get pulled over and searched.
“Anyways, you both are free to go inside. We’ll let the guards inside know you’re both harmless. Have a nice day in Coruscant.”
Coruscant, huh? Sounds like a cheesy, evil planet name.
He looked back over towards Essent. He raised his hand to give her a light wave before he walked into the portal.
Nevertheless, she was fun to be around, and that in and of itself was enough to keep the memory of what he had seen and experienced on that derelict ship at bay.
The car slid to a stop right in front of the purple portal, and that’s when the two guards started to move towards them. For a few moments, he had almost mistaken them for statues and had relaxed himself just from how still they were in front of the gate. It wouldn’t have been the first time he had seen something totally benign as something very dangerous. Then, they had clicked their heels together, completely in-sync, and began to march towards the parked car. They were covered in white armor plating, but what was most striking were the weapons they carried and the helmets on their head. Black dots and stripes line the helmet, forming a frown, and they carried some futuristic version of an assault rifle in their hands, with one pointed straight at the front window of the car and at them. As they walked, he noticed that their feet stepped precisely at the same time, creating a rhythmic, ear-splitting clacking that permeated the air. They were robots, plain and simple. No human could possibly move like that.
Yet he saw a flinch, a misstep, as they approached the side-windows. One got a good look at the state of his armor and had almost immediately raised his rifle. He had to say something.
“It’s okay!” he said, raising his hands in the air. “I’m not dangerous! She’s not involved!”
Wow. That sounded way better in my head.
He could feel his heartbeat in his head. The stormtroopers looked up at each other, clearly wondering whether to believe Clarke or not. Eventually, the guard on his side opened the door and pulled him right out. The stormtrooper tossed him onto the ground and pressed his rifle against his back.
“Why are you covered in blood?” A monotone voice spoke out of the guard’s helmet.
He paused. “...I don’t know…”
The stormtrooper sighed. He reached behind him and pulled out a scanner. Tapping a few buttons on the hilt of the scanner, he held it close to Isaac’s armor. “Hold still.”
He did as he was told. He was actually kinda shocked at how familiar it all was. Aside from the armor, he wouldn’t have thought twice about this kind of thing happening back on Earth or on one of the colonies.
A series of clicks and whirrs burst out of the scanner as a blue semi-circle of light hovered up and over Clarke’s body. He remained silent, allowing the scan to take place. Eventually, the noises stopped and the light turned off. The stormtrooper looked at the holographic screen of the scanner.
“Blood has no origin…” Even with the stoicism of his voice, Isaac could easily hear his bafflement.
“Should we take him in? Investigate?” The other stormtrooper said, his own gun trained on the driver.
The scanner stormtrooper was silent. He must have been like him; he was quiet when he was trying to think too.
“Nah. I think he’s good.” Without further argument, the other stormtrooper lowered his weapon as the scanner stormtrooper grabbed hold of Clarke and pulled him back up from his feet. The blood on Clarke’s armor stained his hand, which he wiped away on his armor.
“Sorry about that, strangers. Standard operating procedure.”
“It’s alright. I’m used to it.” Probably would have helped if he had cleaned his armor up before trying to go anywhere. He was just asking to get pulled over and searched.
“Anyways, you both are free to go inside. We’ll let the guards inside know you’re both harmless. Have a nice day in Coruscant.”
Coruscant, huh? Sounds like a cheesy, evil planet name.
He looked back over towards Essent. He raised his hand to give her a light wave before he walked into the portal.
Quote:Next stop: Coruscant!