Castor pulls himself up. He is clearly disoriented from everything that has just happened. He is a 20-something man with blond hair and hazel eyes. There is a dazed look on his face as he speaks to the Ghosts. "What happened? Where are we? How long were we out?"
The Awoken gives a slight shake of his head as if clearing out the remaining cobwebs. This was a lot, all at once, a bit overwhelming to be completely honest, but at the same time exciting. He would once again turn to the monotone Ghost and give it a poke with his index finger.
"Space. Dead. Now we aren't. I guess this is the best a corpse could ask for."
Gilgamesh and Zeus, two powerful sounding names, but what was his own? He stood there for a minute before snapping his fingers together. "Fine, If we get to have names you can call me Axen Virenj. I like the sound of it, although it doesn't have a connection to a god or anything." He smirked towards the one who had proclaimed himself Zeus.
"Anyway, now that you've brought us back...what are we to do?"
Gilgamesh looks to the four lights, "This one, Axen, brings up a good point. What are we supposed to do?...Aside from getting out of this.....where are we exactly? Eos?"
In response to Axen's prod, Ghost simply stares ahead until his hand approaches to within few inches, as which point it darts back , as if suddenly surprised at how close Axen's hand had come.
"The Traveler cares. At least, it used to. We care, though. That's worth something."
"You all are lucky - there's thousands of ghosts out there still searching. Will be for a long time. As for Eos, it's a piece of rock a long ways from Earth - a long ways from anything really. As for what to do, well, we're here to bring you back if you die, so all you really have to do is-"
"Survive."
"Yeah, that. Please don't make us have to bring you back too often. We're all pretty new to this too, you know."
Castor slowly dusts himself off and takes a look at his surroundings. "So uh, what do we do now? We're alive, but it looks like we're in the middle of nowhere and it doesn't look like that's changing any time soon."
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"How will we get to Earth? At the moment, we have nothing on us and no way to get to Earth unless we hurl ourselves out of the airlock and hope that we are on target."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"....is there a nearby ship or some other wreckage we can scavenge or jerry rig to at least get us on course?" Gilgamesh starts looking at their surroundings, trying to recognize or find anything of use. (Exo's have darkvision of 60ft, if that matters)
The room you all are in is far smaller than the limits of your vision, though it is dark, save for the luminescence of the ghosts. The room is square, with walls of 15ft by 25 ft, approximately. Three walls support floor to ceiling shelves, with the last wall bearing the outline of a tall door. at about chest height, on the left side of the door, is a blank panel with a few buttons and keys. The shelves are partially filled with boxes and bulky shapes, though you are not quite sure what they are just yet.
"Well, that's not so hard. You all just need a-"
"Ship."
"I wouldn't sweat it, there's all kinds of junk lying around on this station. I'm sure we can cobble something together."
Gilgamesh walks over to the boxes and shapes, checking them out, "Then let us begin. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can figure this out."
After glancing between the Ghosts and the Exos he would offer a shrug before walking towards the boxes. It still didn't make sense, and he supposed that it probably wouldn't for a long while, but he might as well see what is waiting outside.
"Let me help you there, Gil." He said before grabbing a few of the boxes and moving them out of the way.
"So, we just need to find a ship, or multiple ships, I'm not sure, How much do you fellas weigh? I don't think cramming the lot of us in one ship is the safest idea, but hey, what do I know? Ah, Quick question for you Ghosts. What did you mean when you said, 'don't make us bring you back too often.'?"
As you begin to unpack the boxes, you notice several things.
1. There is gravity, but it is very mild, directing you towards the floor gradually.
2. You discover 2 sets of body armor made of some dense plastic, with a grainy undermesh that feels incredibly tough. You find 1 set of body armor that appears different - lighter, and with a different plating orientation and color. Next to these items, you find two heavy, slightly stubby guns, and 1 long barreled pistol. Neatly lying by each are a total of five clips of ammunition, apparently interchangeable between the weapons as you examine them. You also find 5 ID badges bearing 14 digit number sequences.
(The following pictures approximate what I am talking about - should give you the rough idea.)
The two suits:
The light armor suit:
The heavy suit:
2. Another box, you find, is filled with squarish bars wrapped in a gold foil. Breaking one open, you find it to be a dark, crumbly bar that is nearly scentless and certainly tasteless. Still, it is filling, and you share it among the group (even the exo's, who, to their surprise, find themselves to be a bit hungry.) Another box proves to be full of silver wrapped bags, slightly swollen with pressure but, as you find upon opening one, containing clean drinking water. You surmise that, for the four of you, you have about two weeks worth of (presumably) nutritious food and water to spare.
3. Finally, in the corner, you find an rectangular box, seemingly made of a single solid piece of metal, though you can just barely trace faint lines scored on its exterior in the dark. Clutching the box protectively is a corpse, wearing a bulky armored suit ("Definitely a Human."). The chest piece has an external display - now completely dark - and as you examine it, its exterior is covered in a multitude of scratches, dents, and burn marks where the enamel of the suit burned away in microscopic amounts. It appears to be very old - much older and in worse condition than the other sets of armor.
As you explore, the ghosts continue a conversation.
"'Bring back' - implies you died."
"I only meant that you shouldn't make a habit of it - we don't know what the limits of this gig might be, anyhow."
As you continue to unpack, Ghost hovers over the corpse in the corner. "Poor fellow. Too bad he didn't have a ghost here today - what a wonderful reunion that could have been. But, how did he die? How did you all die, I mean? You had food and water, and the pressure is good. The air tastes a bit stale, but its got enough oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon to keep you all breathing for months, years even. So, how did you die? And why here?"
Ghost, who up till now has ignored the unboxing, suddenly begins to vibrate and move around very excitedly. "I have an idea! I have an idea!"
While sifting through the boxes Axen gives a sharp whistle as he eyes the guns up and down. "Now, This is more like it..." He wasn't sure why, but he felt a strange comfort when he took hold of the pistol and gave it a quick inspection. Unconsciously He began checking it's functionality then pulled the slide back and let it go allowing it to quickly slam forward. "I hope you don't mind if I take this one for myself, Perhaps even that nice set of gear as well?" He pointed at the lighter armored suit.
"Bring back? Like, again? You know, you don't speak as much as your little buddies here, kind of shady." He teased the Grey light with a wink.
The question from the talkative Ghost made him pause for a moment. How did they die, and it had been forty years. He tried his best to search his memories, but found nothing but blank space. "Hmm..." Axen didn't wait long for the group to comment on if they wanted the lighter suit or not and attempted to distract himself by climbing into it. It felt good, almost like a home. Easy to move in. Easy to hide with, not too bulky or clunky. Just his style. Despite being a large man he didn't find any comfort in the idea of heavy armor. It would be too restricting in his movements and he liked to move...quick. "I couldn't tell you how I died, not sure if these fellas remember anything, but I honestly cant...well, remember...anything. Its like whatever we had done before has been stripped away from me."
He took a bite from the bar they had broken open and despite the lack of flavor he found himself enjoying just the act of eating. "So...Do you little guys have names? I feel like if we keep calling you Ghost it is going to get really confusing..."
Gilgamesh looks curiously at the armor and weapons, but lets the others have a go at taking them first. He does however pick up old box and one of the ID badges, "....I think these might have been ou...the past our's IDs." Hearing the ghost's conversations, Gil turns to Ghost, "What's the idea?"
(Edit: responding to @Hun's post XP) In response to Axe's words, Gil shrugs, "Same here. Tried to remember something, but got nothing...we shouldn't dwell on it to much though. Who we were isn't who we are...I think." Once he gets to the part about names, Gil nods in agreement, "Now that you mention it, yah, that'd be nice to get out of the way before it becomes a communication problem."
"Yes! Zeus, get over here! I think I know a way to power up this door! Oh, you can come too, Gil, if that's what you want."
Ghost appears to be completely oblivious of any jesting implied by Axe's blink. It returns the favor with a single dilation of its grey eye.
"Names, huh? Can't say I wouldn't mind having one. We've gotten along fine without them, but I can see why you might think we need 'em."
Returning from an analysis of the black box, Ghost says, softly, "I was kinda hoping that you would give me a name," The ghost freezes and buzzes slightly. "Castor."
Zeus looks over the items, and decides on the heavy suit. He begins taking it off of the corpse, and putting it on himself. Once he has finished with that, he looks over the weapons, and picks up one of the stubby guns. He takes it, and picks up a clip, sliding it into the gun with a satisfying click. He also takes one of the IDs, whichever one he deems as his own. As soon as he's finished, he goes to check out what his ghost is talking about.
"You have? How?"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Axen whistled for a moment before loading a magazine into his new pistol. "Well, if we get to choose your names, I think this one." He smirked again and motioned towards the Ghost, "You don't speak much, But you seem pretty smart. How do you like Solomon?"
Seeing that no one else took it, Gilgamesh grabs the last stubby looking gun, loading a clip before getting into the unarmored suit and holstering it. Once that's done, he walks over to Ghost and looks to see what he's doing.
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Castor pulls himself up. He is clearly disoriented from everything that has just happened. He is a 20-something man with blond hair and hazel eyes. There is a dazed look on his face as he speaks to the Ghosts. "What happened? Where are we? How long were we out?"
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"Location: Eos 221 k." Ghost recites. "Expected temperature decrease in excess of -190 degrees centigrade."
"You were dead. Now you're not. It's been, what, 40 years for us we've been looking?" Ghost looks to Ghost for confirmation.
"That's about right, yes. That's when I started counting anyway."
The Awoken gives a slight shake of his head as if clearing out the remaining cobwebs. This was a lot, all at once, a bit overwhelming to be completely honest, but at the same time exciting. He would once again turn to the monotone Ghost and give it a poke with his index finger.
"Space. Dead. Now we aren't. I guess this is the best a corpse could ask for."
Gilgamesh and Zeus, two powerful sounding names, but what was his own? He stood there for a minute before snapping his fingers together. "Fine, If we get to have names you can call me Axen Virenj. I like the sound of it, although it doesn't have a connection to a god or anything." He smirked towards the one who had proclaimed himself Zeus.
"Anyway, now that you've brought us back...what are we to do?"
Gilgamesh looks to the four lights, "This one, Axen, brings up a good point. What are we supposed to do?...Aside from getting out of this.....where are we exactly? Eos?"
"40 years? Who cared so much about some 40 year old dead guys that they'd send whatever you are to come pick us up?"
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In response to Axen's prod, Ghost simply stares ahead until his hand approaches to within few inches, as which point it darts back , as if suddenly surprised at how close Axen's hand had come.
"The Traveler cares. At least, it used to. We care, though. That's worth something."
"You all are lucky - there's thousands of ghosts out there still searching. Will be for a long time. As for Eos, it's a piece of rock a long ways from Earth - a long ways from anything really. As for what to do, well, we're here to bring you back if you die, so all you really have to do is-"
"Survive."
"Yeah, that. Please don't make us have to bring you back too often. We're all pretty new to this too, you know."
Castor slowly dusts himself off and takes a look at his surroundings. "So uh, what do we do now? We're alive, but it looks like we're in the middle of nowhere and it doesn't look like that's changing any time soon."
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"How will we get to Earth? At the moment, we have nothing on us and no way to get to Earth unless we hurl ourselves out of the airlock and hope that we are on target."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"....is there a nearby ship or some other wreckage we can scavenge or jerry rig to at least get us on course?" Gilgamesh starts looking at their surroundings, trying to recognize or find anything of use. (Exo's have darkvision of 60ft, if that matters)
The room you all are in is far smaller than the limits of your vision, though it is dark, save for the luminescence of the ghosts. The room is square, with walls of 15ft by 25 ft, approximately. Three walls support floor to ceiling shelves, with the last wall bearing the outline of a tall door. at about chest height, on the left side of the door, is a blank panel with a few buttons and keys. The shelves are partially filled with boxes and bulky shapes, though you are not quite sure what they are just yet.
"Well, that's not so hard. You all just need a-"
"Ship."
"I wouldn't sweat it, there's all kinds of junk lying around on this station. I'm sure we can cobble something together."
Gilgamesh walks over to the boxes and shapes, checking them out, "Then let us begin. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can figure this out."
After glancing between the Ghosts and the Exos he would offer a shrug before walking towards the boxes. It still didn't make sense, and he supposed that it probably wouldn't for a long while, but he might as well see what is waiting outside.
"Let me help you there, Gil." He said before grabbing a few of the boxes and moving them out of the way.
"So, we just need to find a ship, or multiple ships, I'm not sure, How much do you fellas weigh? I don't think cramming the lot of us in one ship is the safest idea, but hey, what do I know? Ah, Quick question for you Ghosts. What did you mean when you said, 'don't make us bring you back too often.'?"
As you begin to unpack the boxes, you notice several things.
1. There is gravity, but it is very mild, directing you towards the floor gradually.
2. You discover 2 sets of body armor made of some dense plastic, with a grainy undermesh that feels incredibly tough. You find 1 set of body armor that appears different - lighter, and with a different plating orientation and color. Next to these items, you find two heavy, slightly stubby guns, and 1 long barreled pistol. Neatly lying by each are a total of five clips of ammunition, apparently interchangeable between the weapons as you examine them. You also find 5 ID badges bearing 14 digit number sequences.
(The following pictures approximate what I am talking about - should give you the rough idea.)
The two suits:
The light armor suit:
The heavy suit:
2. Another box, you find, is filled with squarish bars wrapped in a gold foil. Breaking one open, you find it to be a dark, crumbly bar that is nearly scentless and certainly tasteless. Still, it is filling, and you share it among the group (even the exo's, who, to their surprise, find themselves to be a bit hungry.) Another box proves to be full of silver wrapped bags, slightly swollen with pressure but, as you find upon opening one, containing clean drinking water. You surmise that, for the four of you, you have about two weeks worth of (presumably) nutritious food and water to spare.
3. Finally, in the corner, you find an rectangular box, seemingly made of a single solid piece of metal, though you can just barely trace faint lines scored on its exterior in the dark. Clutching the box protectively is a corpse, wearing a bulky armored suit ("Definitely a Human."). The chest piece has an external display - now completely dark - and as you examine it, its exterior is covered in a multitude of scratches, dents, and burn marks where the enamel of the suit burned away in microscopic amounts. It appears to be very old - much older and in worse condition than the other sets of armor.
As you explore, the ghosts continue a conversation.
"'Bring back' - implies you died."
"I only meant that you shouldn't make a habit of it - we don't know what the limits of this gig might be, anyhow."
As you continue to unpack, Ghost hovers over the corpse in the corner. "Poor fellow. Too bad he didn't have a ghost here today - what a wonderful reunion that could have been. But, how did he die? How did you all die, I mean? You had food and water, and the pressure is good. The air tastes a bit stale, but its got enough oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon to keep you all breathing for months, years even. So, how did you die? And why here?"
Ghost, who up till now has ignored the unboxing, suddenly begins to vibrate and move around very excitedly. "I have an idea! I have an idea!"
While sifting through the boxes Axen gives a sharp whistle as he eyes the guns up and down. "Now, This is more like it..." He wasn't sure why, but he felt a strange comfort when he took hold of the pistol and gave it a quick inspection. Unconsciously He began checking it's functionality then pulled the slide back and let it go allowing it to quickly slam forward. "I hope you don't mind if I take this one for myself, Perhaps even that nice set of gear as well?" He pointed at the lighter armored suit.
"Bring back? Like, again? You know, you don't speak as much as your little buddies here, kind of shady." He teased the Grey light with a wink.
The question from the talkative Ghost made him pause for a moment. How did they die, and it had been forty years. He tried his best to search his memories, but found nothing but blank space. "Hmm..." Axen didn't wait long for the group to comment on if they wanted the lighter suit or not and attempted to distract himself by climbing into it. It felt good, almost like a home. Easy to move in. Easy to hide with, not too bulky or clunky. Just his style. Despite being a large man he didn't find any comfort in the idea of heavy armor. It would be too restricting in his movements and he liked to move...quick. "I couldn't tell you how I died, not sure if these fellas remember anything, but I honestly cant...well, remember...anything. Its like whatever we had done before has been stripped away from me."
He took a bite from the bar they had broken open and despite the lack of flavor he found himself enjoying just the act of eating. "So...Do you little guys have names? I feel like if we keep calling you Ghost it is going to get really confusing..."
Gilgamesh looks curiously at the armor and weapons, but lets the others have a go at taking them first. He does however pick up old box and one of the ID badges, "....I think these might have been ou...the past our's IDs." Hearing the ghost's conversations, Gil turns to Ghost, "What's the idea?"
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In response to Axe's words, Gil shrugs, "Same here. Tried to remember something, but got nothing...we shouldn't dwell on it to much though. Who we were isn't who we are...I think." Once he gets to the part about names, Gil nods in agreement, "Now that you mention it, yah, that'd be nice to get out of the way before it becomes a communication problem."
"Yes! Zeus, get over here! I think I know a way to power up this door! Oh, you can come too, Gil, if that's what you want."
Ghost appears to be completely oblivious of any jesting implied by Axe's blink. It returns the favor with a single dilation of its grey eye.
"Names, huh? Can't say I wouldn't mind having one. We've gotten along fine without them, but I can see why you might think we need 'em."
Returning from an analysis of the black box, Ghost says, softly, "I was kinda hoping that you would give me a name," The ghost freezes and buzzes slightly. "Castor."
"Ah, I'll think of a name for you later, when I've gotten to know you better and I'm not completely disoriented still."
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Zeus looks over the items, and decides on the heavy suit. He begins taking it off of the corpse, and putting it on himself. Once he has finished with that, he looks over the weapons, and picks up one of the stubby guns. He takes it, and picks up a clip, sliding it into the gun with a satisfying click. He also takes one of the IDs, whichever one he deems as his own. As soon as he's finished, he goes to check out what his ghost is talking about.
"You have? How?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Axen whistled for a moment before loading a magazine into his new pistol. "Well, if we get to choose your names, I think this one." He smirked again and motioned towards the Ghost, "You don't speak much, But you seem pretty smart. How do you like Solomon?"
Seeing that no one else took it, Gilgamesh grabs the last stubby looking gun, loading a clip before getting into the unarmored suit and holstering it. Once that's done, he walks over to Ghost and looks to see what he's doing.