07-07-2017, 02:13 AM
Morene had a feeling she wouldn't get used to traveling through the Gates, this time through the Nexus from the bustling city of Coruscant.
The huntress had to take note of the seeming trend in which all forms of teleportation has to have some sort of debilitating effect among the user in one way or another. This time? The woman couldn't see for a solid ten seconds. Considering the things she's been through, Morene was unsure if this was the Omniverse weakening her senses, her eyes being too accustomed to the dark, or perhaps that was just the time it took her to travel from point A to point B, feeling nothing in her body during the process.
Feeling her feet graze across the blank floors of the Nexus, the woman sighed as her eyes adjusted properly to the very brightly lit environment. Seeing everything around her wasn't exactly a pleasant experience either; everything is miles apart, she thought, sighing as she did so.
She shook her head gently to herself, figuring it wouldn't be too bad. After all, she did have those nifty grappling hooks, and a nice suit of armor that helped her basically achieve flight, or rather a rough gliding process.
Morene put her arm forward, shooting far ahead onto the canvas that was the Nexus' ground with the thick wires that launched from her gauntlets simultaneously. Said process of gliding began as she deployed her wingsuit, the woman's arms outstretched as she touched the sky, if you could even call the air she flew on a "sky" in a realm such as this.
The knightly huntress moved in almost perfect timing to keep herself above ground. The elegance in how she launched herself forward every grapple shot would have made even the eldest of dragons slightly envious.
Doing this, Morene Fellon of Creedmoor felt peace, even in these lands she did not know. No need to conserve the fuel for the rockets stored in her armor, no need to rush to get any contracts done, and finally, light. So used to the dark, it was a strangely calming experience for her to be within a plane of existence that was presumably forever illuminated with energy.
Of course, that peace didn't last long. Steadily approaching the Fountain of Infinity in which she spawned into this Omniverse, she began to see the movement of four figures, and only two of them looking distinct. Two dark, two white as the Nexus itself.
Inductive reasoning had Morene guessing two Primes had just spawned, and these couple Stormtroopers were either brave or foolish enough to see what was going on, as if it wasn't obvious enough.
As the woman got closer, the scene became a bit more clear.
One of the Primes, a man, seemed to be fitted with an aventail, scale mail armor, and a nice hatchet on his side. A smirk widened across Morene's face seeing the appreciation this man had for practicality.
...As for the other Prime, the feminine figure huddled up on the floor was about as youthfully brooding as it got. The woman would chuckle, if only said Prime wasn't extremely distressed at the moment.
Thankfully, Morene noticed there was no real conflict brewing as she landed on her feet, a loud thud following. The axe-wielding man seemed to notice Morene coming a long time ago, and Morene knew just by looking at him he was observant. Of course, both him and the Stormtroopers were still keenly focused on the woman in front of them, and Morene could tell why.
She looked like she was going to shake through the floor, and the Prime yet to introduce himself seemed to desire stopping that from happening.
The man looked up at Morene as she took a few loud steps forward with her sabatons that could barely be considered as such. The woman stopped, folding her arms at a reasonable distance away.
One of the Stormtroopers was going to talk, but the more reasonable of the two signalled for him to hush up, which he reluctantly did as no words left his still open lips.
The bounty hunter of a man waited for a response.
Morene only nodded, letting him cool the girl down instead. The huntress knew she'd have to help out in time, but for now, the woman knew not to let her caretaking side take over and alienate the teenage Prime further.
The huntress had to take note of the seeming trend in which all forms of teleportation has to have some sort of debilitating effect among the user in one way or another. This time? The woman couldn't see for a solid ten seconds. Considering the things she's been through, Morene was unsure if this was the Omniverse weakening her senses, her eyes being too accustomed to the dark, or perhaps that was just the time it took her to travel from point A to point B, feeling nothing in her body during the process.
Feeling her feet graze across the blank floors of the Nexus, the woman sighed as her eyes adjusted properly to the very brightly lit environment. Seeing everything around her wasn't exactly a pleasant experience either; everything is miles apart, she thought, sighing as she did so.
She shook her head gently to herself, figuring it wouldn't be too bad. After all, she did have those nifty grappling hooks, and a nice suit of armor that helped her basically achieve flight, or rather a rough gliding process.
Morene put her arm forward, shooting far ahead onto the canvas that was the Nexus' ground with the thick wires that launched from her gauntlets simultaneously. Said process of gliding began as she deployed her wingsuit, the woman's arms outstretched as she touched the sky, if you could even call the air she flew on a "sky" in a realm such as this.
The knightly huntress moved in almost perfect timing to keep herself above ground. The elegance in how she launched herself forward every grapple shot would have made even the eldest of dragons slightly envious.
Doing this, Morene Fellon of Creedmoor felt peace, even in these lands she did not know. No need to conserve the fuel for the rockets stored in her armor, no need to rush to get any contracts done, and finally, light. So used to the dark, it was a strangely calming experience for her to be within a plane of existence that was presumably forever illuminated with energy.
Of course, that peace didn't last long. Steadily approaching the Fountain of Infinity in which she spawned into this Omniverse, she began to see the movement of four figures, and only two of them looking distinct. Two dark, two white as the Nexus itself.
Inductive reasoning had Morene guessing two Primes had just spawned, and these couple Stormtroopers were either brave or foolish enough to see what was going on, as if it wasn't obvious enough.
As the woman got closer, the scene became a bit more clear.
One of the Primes, a man, seemed to be fitted with an aventail, scale mail armor, and a nice hatchet on his side. A smirk widened across Morene's face seeing the appreciation this man had for practicality.
...As for the other Prime, the feminine figure huddled up on the floor was about as youthfully brooding as it got. The woman would chuckle, if only said Prime wasn't extremely distressed at the moment.
Thankfully, Morene noticed there was no real conflict brewing as she landed on her feet, a loud thud following. The axe-wielding man seemed to notice Morene coming a long time ago, and Morene knew just by looking at him he was observant. Of course, both him and the Stormtroopers were still keenly focused on the woman in front of them, and Morene could tell why.
She looked like she was going to shake through the floor, and the Prime yet to introduce himself seemed to desire stopping that from happening.
The man looked up at Morene as she took a few loud steps forward with her sabatons that could barely be considered as such. The woman stopped, folding her arms at a reasonable distance away.
One of the Stormtroopers was going to talk, but the more reasonable of the two signalled for him to hush up, which he reluctantly did as no words left his still open lips.
The bounty hunter of a man waited for a response.
Morene only nodded, letting him cool the girl down instead. The huntress knew she'd have to help out in time, but for now, the woman knew not to let her caretaking side take over and alienate the teenage Prime further.