07-06-2017, 07:01 PM
Somewhere, in the middle of the deep blue ocean that was Vasty Deep, Matrix and AndrAIa sat on their boat. The steady waves of the open water rocked the boat gently, and they sat side by side watching a small tablet. A deathmatch called Dante’s Abyss was taking place, and one of the participants was none other than the man they’d been tracking.
They’d visited many islands and talked with many locals, but obviously the information they had to go on hadn’t provided much. All their were armed with was a generic name and a possible route of travel. They believed they had come close to finding him once or twice, but could never prove it. There had been word of a battle at sea, but even that was something they couldn’t make it to in time.
But, they had their answers, at least. All because the man had appeared on the televised competition. Neither of them faulted their investigative abilities, though. It was just nice to have an answer, however the reason.
“Took on three people at once,” AndrAIa remarked as she watched the replay of a Colosseum fight. “No wonder he raised hell back home.”
“No kidding,” Matrix agreed quietly. He wondered how it would have gone had things actually turned violent.
“Do you think we still need to talk with him?” AndrAIa asked as the video played out before them. “He seems like he might have been just passing through.”
“No. No, I don’t,” Matrix admitted. “I think we’ve seen enough. He brought the trouble to Cinnabar, but it’s over with. The real issue is the Liberation Front.”
AndrAIa nodded. “Then let’s go back. We’ve been gone too long.”
Matrix couldn’t argue with that assessment. He cranked the boat’s motor and it fired to life without another moment of hesitation. In no time at all he’d turned boat around and pushed the throttle all the way forward, launching them through the water at a high speed. The ride was rough, and the water sprayed all over them as they hit each wave, but neither cared. They were eager to be home, and Matrix was lost in thought.
Maybe the Sage or any of the other primes would return to Cinnabar another day. If that happened, they would be ready, but for now he needed to worry about the actual, constant threat to their island sanctuary. There were dangers from all sides, and they couldn’t afford to hunt each and every one of them down.
Choose your battles. Such was the way of the Omniverse.
They’d visited many islands and talked with many locals, but obviously the information they had to go on hadn’t provided much. All their were armed with was a generic name and a possible route of travel. They believed they had come close to finding him once or twice, but could never prove it. There had been word of a battle at sea, but even that was something they couldn’t make it to in time.
But, they had their answers, at least. All because the man had appeared on the televised competition. Neither of them faulted their investigative abilities, though. It was just nice to have an answer, however the reason.
“Took on three people at once,” AndrAIa remarked as she watched the replay of a Colosseum fight. “No wonder he raised hell back home.”
“No kidding,” Matrix agreed quietly. He wondered how it would have gone had things actually turned violent.
“Do you think we still need to talk with him?” AndrAIa asked as the video played out before them. “He seems like he might have been just passing through.”
“No. No, I don’t,” Matrix admitted. “I think we’ve seen enough. He brought the trouble to Cinnabar, but it’s over with. The real issue is the Liberation Front.”
AndrAIa nodded. “Then let’s go back. We’ve been gone too long.”
Matrix couldn’t argue with that assessment. He cranked the boat’s motor and it fired to life without another moment of hesitation. In no time at all he’d turned boat around and pushed the throttle all the way forward, launching them through the water at a high speed. The ride was rough, and the water sprayed all over them as they hit each wave, but neither cared. They were eager to be home, and Matrix was lost in thought.
Maybe the Sage or any of the other primes would return to Cinnabar another day. If that happened, they would be ready, but for now he needed to worry about the actual, constant threat to their island sanctuary. There were dangers from all sides, and they couldn’t afford to hunt each and every one of them down.
Choose your battles. Such was the way of the Omniverse.