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Excellent. All are accounted for. Their tale begins...
Chapter 1: The Risen
The room is a yawning, cavernous corridor, with raw rock showing from behind smooth plates of metal and plastic sheeting. The rounded walls extend out of sight to the right and left along a single curve. A few small crates lie haphazardly along the outer wall of the curve, and occasionally control panels appear at joined wall segments. Drifting down the corridor at a leisurely pace, four small objects, each faintly iridescent with a warm, pale light, gradually push forward into the darkness.
"It's been two weeks since you spotted this station - I'm not sure there are any crannies left to check!"(3) (7) One of the lights pulses, and its slightly dark blue-tinged light shimmering. Another of the lights, of a paler shade of blue, blinks in apparent agreement.
"On the other hand, it's not like we have anything but time - we were made for this, after all."(1) (8)
"Wait."(5) (8) The leading light suddenly stops. The two blue-tinged lights freeze and cast their eyes on the trailing mote.
"I'm getting something. A reading. Atmosphere. Pressure containment. It's hard to scan - interfering acoustics from the rock. Look there- do you see it?"
"Let's go."(2) (9)
The four motes of light position themselves near a small air duct. One of them emits a quick burst of light, searing the loosely hanging panel from the opening. With practiced precision, they enter into the vent, following it until they reach a small room hidden behind a sealed door. With a brief flash of light, they enter into the room before.
"By the Traveler. They're here. They're all here!"
"They must've hid here when the station's power went out. What were their stories, I wonder?"
"Best not to. You know what the others said - the Risen do not remember. We are their memories, now. Their ghosts."
"Your rest is over, now. Wake up."
Choose your ghost's conversation color, first pick first serve. The numbers rolled after their first dialogue entry signifies their background (1-2 Archivist, 3-4 Hacker, 5-6 Shadow, 7-8 Sleuth, 9-10 Survivalist). Pay attention to first number only, and the second number on Ghost- I was trying to figure out a way to not get repeat numbers.
You never thought taking a breath could be so hard. It hurts, burns even, like you can never remember a breath feeling before. Before? What was before?
Your first gasp is audible, ragged, but beneath it you feel something shift. A different kind of burning, this one warm. A comfort you have never felt before. You shiver as suddenly you realize that your body is full of...light? force? The right word escapes you, but you feel as if this is something entirely new, entirely different.
Your eyes open, and the world begins to come into focus, gradually. What you see doesn't help you to understand what is happening. You are in a small, tight room, walled with a light grey plastic. The room is dark, except for a small source of light floating directly above you.
"Found you!" a voice says, playfully.
"At last."
"Oh! Hey! You're Awake! This must feel awful. Are you alright?"
Voices? He could hear voices. What had been there before? Silence? He struggled to remember as every fiber of his being burned with the intake of his first breath in...how long? As his eyes attempted to focus on the room he quickly sat up from where he had once laid. His head felt fuzzy, but the burning in his chest was replaced with something warm. He struggled for a moment as his eyes finally came into focus and he glanced around the room. One, two, three, four. Four orbs of light that were speaking. What were they? What was he? Who was he? He took a moment to glance down to his hands as he struggled to piece together any sort of memory of what could possibly be going on, but there was nothing. He didn't know and that worried him.
"W-w...what..." He managed to croak in a gravely voice.
The ashen skinned man glanced around at the room he was in before focusing upon the Light before him. He raised a brow and brushed the long black hair from the front of his face. He had heard three voices, but the one before him had yet to speak. With squinted green eyes he held his gaze upon the floating orb.
Taking my first breath, a static like sound emits from me. I feel the world around me flicker into existence. The light inside, powering my joints and mind, but also adding to something more. I feel....what do I feel? Looking down at my own body, I see one of metal. Lights flicker and dot parts of my body and I feel plates shift with every expression I give. Looking up at the lights, especially at the red one in front of me, I felt a connection to it. The strange light that gave me life seems to connect with this small mote of light. I try to force myself to remember why I feel such a connection, but my mind is blank. Not clouded. Not walled. Just, blank.
Looking up at the red ember of light in front of him, his own red eyes staring up, his mouth opens and a curious, yet cautious voice clears up from the previous static, "zzsswwhhoo am I? Are you my creator?"
The Exo slowly stands up from the floor, taking in his surrondings, and checking himself over. A pair of antennas on the sides of his head, flicker up and down, almost as if adjusting.
"Curious." The floating orb repositions itself a few inches above your face. Its single glowing eye blinks once, and its smooth shell tilts a few degrees to one side, as if contemplating your existence.
"Hah! Only in the loosest sense, friend. We've been looking a long time for you all. Don't be too concerned about it - you've got your whole life ahead of you. At least, now you do. As for who you are, you tell me. We're in this together, from here til the end."
"I don't know, I'm..." I don't know how to answer the red light's statement. Looking to my own body and surroundings for some answer. Bringing my hand to my head, I spot something, on the underside of my arm in faded, yet still visible carvings. G11 G4M3 5H. "...Call me Gilgamesh." Looking back up at the light, a small smile appears on my face. I have a name. "How about you...friend. Who are you?"
"Oh 'who am I?' That's a real question. One I am sure we will be debating for eons to come. Assuming we both live that long. I'll give you the short version, then. I-" "We!" Ghost pauses and glares at Ghost.
"We are ghosts. Use to be, we were seekers, just floating and drifting, seeking out the one we were made for - you. Gilgamesh. Catchy. I like it. Couple of years ago, now, the Traveler - this big ball hanging above Earth - made us. Sort of a last will and testament, if you like. It told us to find you, to bring you back from wherever it was that you were, and to protect and guide you. Said you would know what to do. Since you're here now, and all, I suppose I am a part of you now, in a sense. Don't get too many ideas, though. I've seen how these things can go. Just because you have the power of a god flowing through your veins doesn't make you immortal- just real close."
"Oh shush! Can't you just appreciate the moment? We finally found them!"
"Yeah, lighten up! We can sort out the details later. This is probably the most important moment of our lives."
Ghost lets out a soft buzz.
The other ghosts stop and look at it.
"33 minutes until aphelion." It announces, after a moment of thought.
The male held his gaze upon the floating orb and if his eyebrow could raise any further it would. "Curious is right..." He took a moment to glance to the Robotic looking figure that had stood from the floor. That didn't sound like such a bad idea. He took a moment and rose to his feet while brushing off his backside. The male stood at about six foot and a few inches and he appeared to be a heavily muscled figure, for a man who had just been dead not too long before. "Aphelion...Ghosts? What in the Cosmos is going on here?"
"This...is a lot. Gilgamesh was it?" He said looking towards the standing figure and stretching out his neck.
The large, sturdily built exo flicks his metal eyelids open, and he looks around. His pupil apertures dilate for a second and return to normal, as he calibrates his optical sensors. He sits up, metallic joints groaning from a long period of unuse. There are assorted clicks, whirs, and hums, as various systems boot up. He begins to stand up, and the rest of you begin the appreciate the scale of this metal man. He towers almost a foot above everyone else, and his massive frame makes him seem like some sort of mechanical giant. Purely aesthetic extensions extend down from his chin and from his forehead, looking almost like a beard and a crown. He looks at his hand, opens it, and closes it in a fist. He then turns to the strange thing which seems to have brought him back- no. Brought him to life. He shakes off the feeling that he may have been alive before this and examines the thing in greater detail. It is smaller than the others, with a thinner, more streamlined design. The blue light in the center, its eye, if you will, matches his own optical sensors. Seemingly satisfied, he lifts himself back up to his full height and begins to speak.
"What... who... are you?" He asks in a deep baritone. "I have never seen anything like you b-" he suddenly cuts off, catching himself. "I am sorry, I just cannot shake this strange notion that I may have... never mind. It is nothing."
When his question is answered, he stands for a moment, in silent contemplation.
"How come you refer to yourselves by the term 'ghosts?' And when you say, 'brought us back,' what exactly do you mean by this? And this... light I feel flowing through my conduits. What exactly is this?"
He then notices the other exo finding his serial number, and he looks around his body to find his own. He finds it running down his side. Z3u5.
"Call me Zeus. Funny. I seem to recall a prominent character in an ancient Earthen culture's mythology that shared the title. Wielder of lightning. God of gods. I hope I can live up to the title."
(I assume that we recall stuff like that, just nothing of ourselves. Otherwise, we'd just be babbling vegetables.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Yes." Ghost's voice is monotone, unmodulated, and it is clear that the other ghosts have clearly put effort into distinguishing their voices whereas this one has not elected to.
"Oh Wonderful! You do remember somethings! I've known a few ghosts whose risen couldn't remember anything, anything at all! Can you imagine? How dreadful. Anyway, I'm not quite sure how to answer your question. You see, we are what we are. Ghosts, that is. We are, well, I like that word. Conduits. Let's go with that. Conduits of the Light, an incredibly powerful energy source emanating from the Traveler, which made us to find you. So here we are."
"Hey, what's going to happen at aphelion?"
(Yes, you are familiar with bits and pieces of general history and basic education. No need to reinvent the wheel. And yes, expect a lot of pseudo-sciency terms to be thrown at you guys. This is Destiny after all.)
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Castor. Cityborn Human
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Axen Virenj. Awoken.
Serial Number - G11 G4M3 5H (Gil-game-sh) "Gilgamesh". Exo.
(Sorry, missed the post until really late.)
Z3u5 - "Zeus" - Exo
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Excellent. All are accounted for. Their tale begins...
Chapter 1: The Risen
The room is a yawning, cavernous corridor, with raw rock showing from behind smooth plates of metal and plastic sheeting. The rounded walls extend out of sight to the right and left along a single curve. A few small crates lie haphazardly along the outer wall of the curve, and occasionally control panels appear at joined wall segments. Drifting down the corridor at a leisurely pace, four small objects, each faintly iridescent with a warm, pale light, gradually push forward into the darkness.
"It's been two weeks since you spotted this station - I'm not sure there are any crannies left to check!"(3) (7) One of the lights pulses, and its slightly dark blue-tinged light shimmering. Another of the lights, of a paler shade of blue, blinks in apparent agreement.
"On the other hand, it's not like we have anything but time - we were made for this, after all."(1) (8)
"Wait."(5) (8) The leading light suddenly stops. The two blue-tinged lights freeze and cast their eyes on the trailing mote.
"I'm getting something. A reading. Atmosphere. Pressure containment. It's hard to scan - interfering acoustics from the rock. Look there- do you see it?"
"Let's go."(2) (9)
The four motes of light position themselves near a small air duct. One of them emits a quick burst of light, searing the loosely hanging panel from the opening. With practiced precision, they enter into the vent, following it until they reach a small room hidden behind a sealed door. With a brief flash of light, they enter into the room before.
"By the Traveler. They're here. They're all here!"
"They must've hid here when the station's power went out. What were their stories, I wonder?"
"Best not to. You know what the others said - the Risen do not remember. We are their memories, now. Their ghosts."
"Your rest is over, now. Wake up."
Choose your ghost's conversation color, first pick first serve. The numbers rolled after their first dialogue entry signifies their background (1-2 Archivist, 3-4 Hacker, 5-6 Shadow, 7-8 Sleuth, 9-10 Survivalist). Pay attention to first number only, and the second number on Ghost - I was trying to figure out a way to not get repeat numbers.
I'll take the one with light blue dialogue text.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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(I'd like to get the red one, if that's okay)
(I will gladly take the grey colored one. Edit: Also, Hello everyone! :D )
(I'll take dark blue)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
You never thought taking a breath could be so hard. It hurts, burns even, like you can never remember a breath feeling before. Before? What was before?
Your first gasp is audible, ragged, but beneath it you feel something shift. A different kind of burning, this one warm. A comfort you have never felt before. You shiver as suddenly you realize that your body is full of...light? force? The right word escapes you, but you feel as if this is something entirely new, entirely different.
Your eyes open, and the world begins to come into focus, gradually. What you see doesn't help you to understand what is happening. You are in a small, tight room, walled with a light grey plastic. The room is dark, except for a small source of light floating directly above you.
"Found you!" a voice says, playfully.
"At last."
"Oh! Hey! You're Awake! This must feel awful. Are you alright?"
The grey light says nothing.
Voices? He could hear voices. What had been there before? Silence? He struggled to remember as every fiber of his being burned with the intake of his first breath in...how long? As his eyes attempted to focus on the room he quickly sat up from where he had once laid. His head felt fuzzy, but the burning in his chest was replaced with something warm. He struggled for a moment as his eyes finally came into focus and he glanced around the room. One, two, three, four. Four orbs of light that were speaking. What were they? What was he? Who was he? He took a moment to glance down to his hands as he struggled to piece together any sort of memory of what could possibly be going on, but there was nothing. He didn't know and that worried him.
"W-w...what..." He managed to croak in a gravely voice.
The ashen skinned man glanced around at the room he was in before focusing upon the Light before him. He raised a brow and brushed the long black hair from the front of his face. He had heard three voices, but the one before him had yet to speak. With squinted green eyes he held his gaze upon the floating orb.
"Who...what...are you?"
Taking my first breath, a static like sound emits from me. I feel the world around me flicker into existence. The light inside, powering my joints and mind, but also adding to something more. I feel....what do I feel? Looking down at my own body, I see one of metal. Lights flicker and dot parts of my body and I feel plates shift with every expression I give. Looking up at the lights, especially at the red one in front of me, I felt a connection to it. The strange light that gave me life seems to connect with this small mote of light. I try to force myself to remember why I feel such a connection, but my mind is blank. Not clouded. Not walled. Just, blank.
Looking up at the red ember of light in front of him, his own red eyes staring up, his mouth opens and a curious, yet cautious voice clears up from the previous static, "zzsswwhhoo am I? Are you my creator?"
The Exo slowly stands up from the floor, taking in his surrondings, and checking himself over. A pair of antennas on the sides of his head, flicker up and down, almost as if adjusting.
"Curious." The floating orb repositions itself a few inches above your face. Its single glowing eye blinks once, and its smooth shell tilts a few degrees to one side, as if contemplating your existence.
"Hah! Only in the loosest sense, friend. We've been looking a long time for you all. Don't be too concerned about it - you've got your whole life ahead of you. At least, now you do. As for who you are, you tell me. We're in this together, from here til the end."
"I don't know, I'm..." I don't know how to answer the red light's statement. Looking to my own body and surroundings for some answer. Bringing my hand to my head, I spot something, on the underside of my arm in faded, yet still visible carvings. G11 G4M3 5H. "...Call me Gilgamesh." Looking back up at the light, a small smile appears on my face. I have a name. "How about you...friend. Who are you?"
"Oh 'who am I?' That's a real question. One I am sure we will be debating for eons to come. Assuming we both live that long. I'll give you the short version, then. I-" "We!" Ghost pauses and glares at Ghost.
"We are ghosts. Use to be, we were seekers, just floating and drifting, seeking out the one we were made for - you. Gilgamesh. Catchy. I like it. Couple of years ago, now, the Traveler - this big ball hanging above Earth - made us. Sort of a last will and testament, if you like. It told us to find you, to bring you back from wherever it was that you were, and to protect and guide you. Said you would know what to do. Since you're here now, and all, I suppose I am a part of you now, in a sense. Don't get too many ideas, though. I've seen how these things can go. Just because you have the power of a god flowing through your veins doesn't make you immortal- just real close."
"Oh shush! Can't you just appreciate the moment? We finally found them!"
"Yeah, lighten up! We can sort out the details later. This is probably the most important moment of our lives."
Ghost lets out a soft buzz.
The other ghosts stop and look at it.
"33 minutes until aphelion." It announces, after a moment of thought.
The male held his gaze upon the floating orb and if his eyebrow could raise any further it would. "Curious is right..." He took a moment to glance to the Robotic looking figure that had stood from the floor. That didn't sound like such a bad idea. He took a moment and rose to his feet while brushing off his backside. The male stood at about six foot and a few inches and he appeared to be a heavily muscled figure, for a man who had just been dead not too long before. "Aphelion...Ghosts? What in the Cosmos is going on here?"
"This...is a lot. Gilgamesh was it?" He said looking towards the standing figure and stretching out his neck.
The large, sturdily built exo flicks his metal eyelids open, and he looks around. His pupil apertures dilate for a second and return to normal, as he calibrates his optical sensors. He sits up, metallic joints groaning from a long period of unuse. There are assorted clicks, whirs, and hums, as various systems boot up. He begins to stand up, and the rest of you begin the appreciate the scale of this metal man. He towers almost a foot above everyone else, and his massive frame makes him seem like some sort of mechanical giant. Purely aesthetic extensions extend down from his chin and from his forehead, looking almost like a beard and a crown. He looks at his hand, opens it, and closes it in a fist. He then turns to the strange thing which seems to have brought him back- no. Brought him to life. He shakes off the feeling that he may have been alive before this and examines the thing in greater detail. It is smaller than the others, with a thinner, more streamlined design. The blue light in the center, its eye, if you will, matches his own optical sensors. Seemingly satisfied, he lifts himself back up to his full height and begins to speak.
"What... who... are you?" He asks in a deep baritone. "I have never seen anything like you b-" he suddenly cuts off, catching himself. "I am sorry, I just cannot shake this strange notion that I may have... never mind. It is nothing."
When his question is answered, he stands for a moment, in silent contemplation.
"How come you refer to yourselves by the term 'ghosts?' And when you say, 'brought us back,' what exactly do you mean by this? And this... light I feel flowing through my conduits. What exactly is this?"
He then notices the other exo finding his serial number, and he looks around his body to find his own. He finds it running down his side. Z3u5.
"Call me Zeus. Funny. I seem to recall a prominent character in an ancient Earthen culture's mythology that shared the title. Wielder of lightning. God of gods. I hope I can live up to the title."
(I assume that we recall stuff like that, just nothing of ourselves. Otherwise, we'd just be babbling vegetables.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Gilgamesh (Gil for short) looks to the muscled, flesh man beside him, "Yes. That is the name I am going by."
His red eyes move with his head to look at the grey ghost, "...by aphelion, do you mean to say we are in space?"
(the irl benefits of being a physics major, I know science lingo XD)
"Yes." Ghost's voice is monotone, unmodulated, and it is clear that the other ghosts have clearly put effort into distinguishing their voices whereas this one has not elected to.
"Oh Wonderful! You do remember somethings! I've known a few ghosts whose risen couldn't remember anything, anything at all! Can you imagine? How dreadful. Anyway, I'm not quite sure how to answer your question. You see, we are what we are. Ghosts, that is. We are, well, I like that word. Conduits. Let's go with that. Conduits of the Light, an incredibly powerful energy source emanating from the Traveler, which made us to find you. So here we are."
"Hey, what's going to happen at aphelion?"
(Yes, you are familiar with bits and pieces of general history and basic education. No need to reinvent the wheel. And yes, expect a lot of pseudo-sciency terms to be thrown at you guys. This is Destiny after all.)