06-16-2017, 11:29 AM
It seemed he had grown a knack for making acquaintances with the strangest people the Omniverse could throw at him. First Essent, then some medieval guy, and now whoever this blue, tentacle-headed woman was. Nicole had always said he was handsome, but he never realized he was this much of a player until that moment.
A wave washed over them, forcing the Majin’s head underwater for a few seconds. Her head bobbed right back up, a huge smile on her face. He would have thought the water didn’t faze her at all if she wasn’t coughing her guts out. The same thing happened with each wave that passed over them, and her attitude regarding it never soured.
Knowing that, even if he begged her not to, she was probably just going to keep dragging her through the sea to her heart’s content, he took to setting his head up against the waterline, floating along. His pulled leg was as straight as a ruler, and every attempt to bend it sent flashes of pain up through it. Whatever the hell he had ended up doing to it, he was more than certain that it was going to take quite a while to fix.
As the rubber-skinned alien dragged him through the flooded plains, he thought back to the Nexus, and more specifically to Essent. The first person he had ever met, and she had just picked him up in her ancient red vehicle while he was busy running for his life from something that was never there in the first place. He had been too confused and scared to really think twice about it, but perhaps the blood all over his RIG had saved him. She had made some small talk and was otherwise friendly, but it was the kind of awkward friendliness he couldn’t trust. She might have seen him as prey, rather than a person in need of assistance.
The bubblegum girl whistled into the misty breeze, her music cutting off as the delicate but powerful swells rushed into them. He couldn’t say he got the same vibe from her that he got from Essent, but he was still being dragged through muddy marshlands by some blue-skinned chick he knew less than nothing about. For all he knew, she was going to drown him or bash him into a rock or something, and all with the same gleeful smile on her face.
Teeth chattering, his hand slithered down to the plasma cutter on his belt. He cupped the handle, but did not remove it. It paid to be cautious, especially in the Dante’s Abyss, where everyone was an enemy. In fact, a part of him hoped he was being tricked. At least then he wouldn’t feel bad fighting her.
Regardless, he did not want to go through another Kendra Daniels.
“So!” she said, “what’s your name? I’m Graowr!”
Her words knocked him out of his thoughts.
“Um… Isaac. Isaac Clarke.” There was a clear level of discomfort in his voice. “Graowr?”
“Yeah?”
“No, I mean, why ‘Graowr?'”
She pondered the question for a moment before speaking. “No clue! Why Isaac Clarke?”
He actually didn’t have an answer to that. You’d think parents would at least explain to their kids why they named them the way they did.
“No clue.”
She giggled, occasionally getting cut off by the floodwater seeping into her mouth. “Names are strange, but I can’t judge. Most everyone else is named differently from me. You’re a human, aren’t you?”
He kept it short and sweet. “Yeah, human.”
“You’ve got cool-looking armor!” she replied, “what do you got it for?”
There wasn’t any point in being dishonest. “I’m… I’m a space engineer. I repair starships for a living.”
“A space-man?! You’ve been to space? What’s it like up there in space?”
Her barrage of questions threw him for a loop. Why do I have to keep running into so much weird shit?
“It’s… big?” he said, “well, it’s a lot of things, actually, but the first thing to know about it is that it’s pretty big. It’s got planets, star systems… hell, there’s entire other galaxies somewhere out in space. We’ve more or less taken to mining resources from other planets and colonizing some others as well instead of actual exploration, though.”
He loved his job as a space engineer, but on occasion, he wished he could be sent on a ship designed for exploration and not planet-cracking. Space was just so vast and filled with places to go and visit that he wanted to be among the first to find sentient life. The fact that they STILL hadn’t found any had been extremely concerning to him in the past.
He lifted his head, looking down at the tentacle-headed woman. He grinned underneath his helmet. At least he met one face-to-face.
Suddenly, his body jerked to the right. He turned his head back to the direction they were originally heading to. The small, wooden platform was just barely in view, partially covered by several layers of sharp, jagged rocks.
“What’s going on? We’re going the wrong way!”
“Shortcut!”
He looked back towards the rocks. Yeah, I can't really argue with that, can I?
A wave washed over them, forcing the Majin’s head underwater for a few seconds. Her head bobbed right back up, a huge smile on her face. He would have thought the water didn’t faze her at all if she wasn’t coughing her guts out. The same thing happened with each wave that passed over them, and her attitude regarding it never soured.
Knowing that, even if he begged her not to, she was probably just going to keep dragging her through the sea to her heart’s content, he took to setting his head up against the waterline, floating along. His pulled leg was as straight as a ruler, and every attempt to bend it sent flashes of pain up through it. Whatever the hell he had ended up doing to it, he was more than certain that it was going to take quite a while to fix.
As the rubber-skinned alien dragged him through the flooded plains, he thought back to the Nexus, and more specifically to Essent. The first person he had ever met, and she had just picked him up in her ancient red vehicle while he was busy running for his life from something that was never there in the first place. He had been too confused and scared to really think twice about it, but perhaps the blood all over his RIG had saved him. She had made some small talk and was otherwise friendly, but it was the kind of awkward friendliness he couldn’t trust. She might have seen him as prey, rather than a person in need of assistance.
The bubblegum girl whistled into the misty breeze, her music cutting off as the delicate but powerful swells rushed into them. He couldn’t say he got the same vibe from her that he got from Essent, but he was still being dragged through muddy marshlands by some blue-skinned chick he knew less than nothing about. For all he knew, she was going to drown him or bash him into a rock or something, and all with the same gleeful smile on her face.
Teeth chattering, his hand slithered down to the plasma cutter on his belt. He cupped the handle, but did not remove it. It paid to be cautious, especially in the Dante’s Abyss, where everyone was an enemy. In fact, a part of him hoped he was being tricked. At least then he wouldn’t feel bad fighting her.
Regardless, he did not want to go through another Kendra Daniels.
“So!” she said, “what’s your name? I’m Graowr!”
Her words knocked him out of his thoughts.
“Um… Isaac. Isaac Clarke.” There was a clear level of discomfort in his voice. “Graowr?”
“Yeah?”
“No, I mean, why ‘Graowr?'”
She pondered the question for a moment before speaking. “No clue! Why Isaac Clarke?”
He actually didn’t have an answer to that. You’d think parents would at least explain to their kids why they named them the way they did.
“No clue.”
She giggled, occasionally getting cut off by the floodwater seeping into her mouth. “Names are strange, but I can’t judge. Most everyone else is named differently from me. You’re a human, aren’t you?”
He kept it short and sweet. “Yeah, human.”
“You’ve got cool-looking armor!” she replied, “what do you got it for?”
There wasn’t any point in being dishonest. “I’m… I’m a space engineer. I repair starships for a living.”
“A space-man?! You’ve been to space? What’s it like up there in space?”
Her barrage of questions threw him for a loop. Why do I have to keep running into so much weird shit?
“It’s… big?” he said, “well, it’s a lot of things, actually, but the first thing to know about it is that it’s pretty big. It’s got planets, star systems… hell, there’s entire other galaxies somewhere out in space. We’ve more or less taken to mining resources from other planets and colonizing some others as well instead of actual exploration, though.”
He loved his job as a space engineer, but on occasion, he wished he could be sent on a ship designed for exploration and not planet-cracking. Space was just so vast and filled with places to go and visit that he wanted to be among the first to find sentient life. The fact that they STILL hadn’t found any had been extremely concerning to him in the past.
He lifted his head, looking down at the tentacle-headed woman. He grinned underneath his helmet. At least he met one face-to-face.
Suddenly, his body jerked to the right. He turned his head back to the direction they were originally heading to. The small, wooden platform was just barely in view, partially covered by several layers of sharp, jagged rocks.
“What’s going on? We’re going the wrong way!”
“Shortcut!”
He looked back towards the rocks. Yeah, I can't really argue with that, can I?
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