"Just, stand here." The ghost indicates a stance just in front of the panel.
"Sol... Solomon." Solomon seems to consider for a moment. "Former King of... Israel. Known for... wisdom. Insight." Solomon suddenly looks abashed, its eye drooping. "I will aim to live up to the name."
As Gil approaches the door, the ghost focuses intently on the panel. Nearing the ghost, you suddenly feel that force within you, that inner light, flare briefly. Ghost takes on a brighter sheen, and suddenly zaps the panel with a bright flash of energy.
"Whoah!" Ghost shouts in surprise. The panel next to the door lights up dimly, and a few of the lights rapidly change in a brilliant color sequence. "Helmets on!"
You all have the equivalent of one reaction before the door opens.
After fastening his helmet he quickly followed the call to Brace. He quickly searched for a place to hold while keeping his left hand free with his pistol just in case.
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Your fingers just manage to find the unfamiliar pressure seals and you feel the helmets tighten around your necks just as the door opens, explosively ripping you all out into the hallway. Apparently at a much lower pressure, you have just that split second to realize that other precautions perhaps should have been taken to preserve your health when you are blasted into a long, stone-walled corridor, following a large mass of suddenly freed air and hundreds of bits of detritus. Your ghosts all simultaneously vanish in small glowing clouds.
Gil - 2
Zeus - 1
Castor - 13
Axen - 1
The debris is heavy, creating a thick cloud that explodes ahead of you only to receive you in a hail of splinters, metal fragments, and one very dense box. Gil, your armor deflects most of the bits and pieces, and a deft tumble steers you clear of Castor, who had a slightly worse go of it. Both of your armors are heavily scratched, but otherwise intact by the time you finally catch yourselves and the floating debris has rebounded off the walls enough to no longer be threatening.
Zeus takes a heavy hit, being suddenly launched into the center of the mass that attempts to tear at him like a randomized storm of knives. Fortunately, the dented and heavy armor sustains practically all of the damage, though it is now covered around the pauldrons and helmet by a halo of 3-7 inch long bits of metal debris. As you are launched into the hallway, you experience a sudden surge of inner light. The suit you are wearing, formerly inert, suddenly powers on, and a wide display in holographic yellow lights up the interior of your faceplate. It automatically begins to assess damage to the suit, as well as passively calculating the trajectories of both yourself and other medium to large bodies in your vicinity.
Axen, tragically, was struck by the right-side frame of the door as he was pushed out. As he was held pinned in that moment, the dense black box came crashing down on him, striking him heavily on his open left side. His lighter armor does almost nothing to soften the blow, and you feel the sickening crunch of bones breaking and flesh bruising as it is momentarily compacted by the passing object, which you now surmise, in a moment of clarity before the shock sets in, must be very dense and weigh several hundred pounds even in this lighter gravity environment.
You all take a moment to breathe after your sudden exit, looking back to the room to see Axen floating, limp, by the door.
Axen (though you are all free to read it)
The pain is much like what you had a few moments ago as you were brought to life, only reversed, as if that made any sense. Inverted. Opposed.
Darkness takes you for a moment, and you suddenly find yourself in an infinite black landscape, with no features and an apparently infinite distance. The only other object in the room is Solomon, whose grey light burns against the dark.
"Axe...En." The ghost stammers, holding entirely still. "You shall notdie."
The ghost begins to, for lack of a better word, burn - an inner fire stoked to great heat. Grey gives way to white, gives way to - something. Colors all in one - the Light unveiled.
With jarring suddenness, you are back in your body, and in a moment of pure disorientation, you find that you can feel your flesh knitting itself back together with alarming speed, strengthening and reforming itself in a way you had never thought possible. The clarity fades, pain floods in, though only for about a minute.
You are fully healed within 75 seconds of being struck by the object.
A breath wracks Axen's body, and his good arm weakly grasps the frame, arresting his movement. With a groan, he looks up in time to see all of your ghosts reappear.
"Great idea, Ghost - next time just kill them all and be done with it!"
"I didn't know it would - !"
"Stop! Look!"
The ghosts stop their angry debate in time for Axen to regain a degree of composure, though still in some pain.
Now in the new atmosphere, Gil, pushes himself over to Axen as he comes back. A part of him is fascinated by watching that happen, but the majority of him is concerned for Axe. As he gets over to him, he asks, "You okay?"
From dead to alive, to dead...to alive? His brain was racing with the fact that a little over a minute ago he had died once again. As he struggled against the box with a groan he quickly replied to Gil.
"Okay? No, not at all. Alive? I think so... You know, aside from being crushed and dying again, everything is all rainbows and sunshine." He managed to force the words between clenched teeth. Part of his body had been crushed and the sensation of pain was slowly being overtaken by the familiar warmth of Light.
He directed his eyes from Gil towards Solomon, "Thanks, Little Buddy. I think I have a slightly better understanding of what you meant earlier..."
The ghosts phase back into existence, each of them eyeing you over for hurts and wounds. In response to the sudden danger, you all feel a renewed surge of Light within you.
As you take stock of your surroundings, you notice that most of the food and water you had found is gone from the floating debris. You look around and find that you are now in a wide hallway, with a curve extending away from you (in other words, you are on the edge of a large ring, looking inwards). The walls are lined with porous rock and bits of plastic and metal sheeting. Lights extend overhead and along the floor, but are all depowered. You notice now that you have a moment to breathe (figuratively) that the pressure in the ring is far less than what you had enjoyed in the room. Still, by the merits of your newly acquired suits of armor and your inner Light, you feel no ill effect for standing in what is effectively only a few million molecules away from vacuum.
"You pain. It is less." Solomon's voice seems slightly changed, almost a little awestruck as it hovers a few inches away from you, observing you with its even, greytone eye.
Castor looks over at the newly formed Axen. "You're alive. That's great. Let's try not to have that happen again." Then he turns around to look at his surroundings and their lost resources. "So uh, what do we do now?"
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"Okay then." Gil obviously is a little curious at what just happened, as his stares lingers on Axen for a moment before looking around. There were more pressing things that needed addressing. He looks to Ghost, "So where can we find a ship or at least, one that we can repair.....Do you mind the name Flint?"
Flint glares at you for a moment. "Whatever you say, Tin Can. I've been called worse. Not a ship here, that we saw anyway. Won't know for sure unless we get the power back on, though. Might help us figure out just where we are too."
"You really think so? I mean, maybe too quick - I mean, I did just kinda kill our friend." Hermes looks to Axen and Solomon. "Sorry, Sol. I'll try to avoid that in the future. Oh, and sorry Axen."
"Well, I'm not completely sure. I think we were made to protect the Traveler - to be caretakers of the Light. We have so much power - I think. We just have to use it. We can help people - on earth there were many survivors, though fewer now by the day. We saw ships moving beyond the rings as we left earth's gravity well. Things we don't even have words for. Monsters. Demons, maybe. I think we were made to help."
"Well, this thing is built like a big ring, right? Power's probably somewhere along the edge. If we pick one direction, we'll get there eventually. Do we know what we are looking for, though?"
Solomon chimes in. "Eos 221 k. Mining operation begun 2166. Project Aurora begun 2190. Aurora terminated due to 'relentless assaults', 2248. Power system: Argo 34b. Tessellated void prism maintained within a tungsten-iridium matrix."
Solomon blinks out of existence to reappear next to the heavy block. It emits a brief, dim flash, then returns to Axen. "93% probable match. That object is part of an Argo class power matrix."
"Like you knew we were comin'. Whatever that thing is used to be part of the power grid. We put it back, odds are the whole system''l reboot."
Axen gave Solomon a nod of his head, "Pain is less..."
He stood there for a moment in silence, oblivious to the conversations being carried out. His green eyes focused upon his gloved hands and he kept checking his body which had just been crushed not but a few moments ago. Yet, he was whole. How? It was something he would have to get used to, however he did not know if he ever would.
He was snapped out of his contemplation and looked once more towards the little grey Ghost.
"Well, would you look at that. What ideas do you have, Solomon? Do we carry this thing until we find out where it plugs in?"
"Just, stand here." The ghost indicates a stance just in front of the panel.
"Sol... Solomon." Solomon seems to consider for a moment. "Former King of... Israel. Known for... wisdom. Insight." Solomon suddenly looks abashed, its eye drooping. "I will aim to live up to the name."
Moving to the side, Gilgamesh watches with interest at whatever the Ghost is doing, giving a few looks to his own ghost, "......"
As Gil approaches the door, the ghost focuses intently on the panel. Nearing the ghost, you suddenly feel that force within you, that inner light, flare briefly. Ghost takes on a brighter sheen, and suddenly zaps the panel with a bright flash of energy.
"Whoah!" Ghost shouts in surprise. The panel next to the door lights up dimly, and a few of the lights rapidly change in a brilliant color sequence. "Helmets on!"
You all have the equivalent of one reaction before the door opens.
Simply reacting, Gilgamesh throws his helmet on. However after a seconds of thought, he connects the dots. Space = vacuum. Conclusion = "BRACE!"
Castor folows Gilgamesh's lead.
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Zeus follows suit.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
After fastening his helmet he quickly followed the call to Brace. He quickly searched for a place to hold while keeping his left hand free with his pistol just in case.
"Well, Here we go."
Your fingers just manage to find the unfamiliar pressure seals and you feel the helmets tighten around your necks just as the door opens, explosively ripping you all out into the hallway. Apparently at a much lower pressure, you have just that split second to realize that other precautions perhaps should have been taken to preserve your health when you are blasted into a long, stone-walled corridor, following a large mass of suddenly freed air and hundreds of bits of detritus. Your ghosts all simultaneously vanish in small glowing clouds.
Gil - 2
Zeus - 1
Castor - 13
Axen - 1
The debris is heavy, creating a thick cloud that explodes ahead of you only to receive you in a hail of splinters, metal fragments, and one very dense box. Gil, your armor deflects most of the bits and pieces, and a deft tumble steers you clear of Castor, who had a slightly worse go of it. Both of your armors are heavily scratched, but otherwise intact by the time you finally catch yourselves and the floating debris has rebounded off the walls enough to no longer be threatening.
Zeus takes a heavy hit, being suddenly launched into the center of the mass that attempts to tear at him like a randomized storm of knives. Fortunately, the dented and heavy armor sustains practically all of the damage, though it is now covered around the pauldrons and helmet by a halo of 3-7 inch long bits of metal debris. As you are launched into the hallway, you experience a sudden surge of inner light. The suit you are wearing, formerly inert, suddenly powers on, and a wide display in holographic yellow lights up the interior of your faceplate. It automatically begins to assess damage to the suit, as well as passively calculating the trajectories of both yourself and other medium to large bodies in your vicinity.
Axen, tragically, was struck by the right-side frame of the door as he was pushed out. As he was held pinned in that moment, the dense black box came crashing down on him, striking him heavily on his open left side. His lighter armor does almost nothing to soften the blow, and you feel the sickening crunch of bones breaking and flesh bruising as it is momentarily compacted by the passing object, which you now surmise, in a moment of clarity before the shock sets in, must be very dense and weigh several hundred pounds even in this lighter gravity environment.
You all take a moment to breathe after your sudden exit, looking back to the room to see Axen floating, limp, by the door.
Axen (though you are all free to read it)
The pain is much like what you had a few moments ago as you were brought to life, only reversed, as if that made any sense. Inverted. Opposed.
Darkness takes you for a moment, and you suddenly find yourself in an infinite black landscape, with no features and an apparently infinite distance. The only other object in the room is Solomon, whose grey light burns against the dark.
"Axe...En." The ghost stammers, holding entirely still. "You shall not die."
The ghost begins to, for lack of a better word, burn - an inner fire stoked to great heat. Grey gives way to white, gives way to - something. Colors all in one - the Light unveiled.
With jarring suddenness, you are back in your body, and in a moment of pure disorientation, you find that you can feel your flesh knitting itself back together with alarming speed, strengthening and reforming itself in a way you had never thought possible. The clarity fades, pain floods in, though only for about a minute.
You are fully healed within 75 seconds of being struck by the object.
A breath wracks Axen's body, and his good arm weakly grasps the frame, arresting his movement. With a groan, he looks up in time to see all of your ghosts reappear.
"Great idea, Ghost - next time just kill them all and be done with it!"
"I didn't know it would - !"
"Stop! Look!"
The ghosts stop their angry debate in time for Axen to regain a degree of composure, though still in some pain.
Now in the new atmosphere, Gil, pushes himself over to Axen as he comes back. A part of him is fascinated by watching that happen, but the majority of him is concerned for Axe. As he gets over to him, he asks, "You okay?"
From dead to alive, to dead...to alive? His brain was racing with the fact that a little over a minute ago he had died once again. As he struggled against the box with a groan he quickly replied to Gil.
"Okay? No, not at all. Alive? I think so... You know, aside from being crushed and dying again, everything is all rainbows and sunshine." He managed to force the words between clenched teeth. Part of his body had been crushed and the sensation of pain was slowly being overtaken by the familiar warmth of Light.
He directed his eyes from Gil towards Solomon, "Thanks, Little Buddy. I think I have a slightly better understanding of what you meant earlier..."
"Nice."
"I thought that worked out pretty well."
"That was sarcastic."
The ghosts phase back into existence, each of them eyeing you over for hurts and wounds. In response to the sudden danger, you all feel a renewed surge of Light within you.
As you take stock of your surroundings, you notice that most of the food and water you had found is gone from the floating debris. You look around and find that you are now in a wide hallway, with a curve extending away from you (in other words, you are on the edge of a large ring, looking inwards). The walls are lined with porous rock and bits of plastic and metal sheeting. Lights extend overhead and along the floor, but are all depowered. You notice now that you have a moment to breathe (figuratively) that the pressure in the ring is far less than what you had enjoyed in the room. Still, by the merits of your newly acquired suits of armor and your inner Light, you feel no ill effect for standing in what is effectively only a few million molecules away from vacuum.
"You pain. It is less." Solomon's voice seems slightly changed, almost a little awestruck as it hovers a few inches away from you, observing you with its even, greytone eye.
Castor looks over at the newly formed Axen. "You're alive. That's great. Let's try not to have that happen again." Then he turns around to look at his surroundings and their lost resources. "So uh, what do we do now?"
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"Okay then." Gil obviously is a little curious at what just happened, as his stares lingers on Axen for a moment before looking around. There were more pressing things that needed addressing. He looks to Ghost, "So where can we find a ship or at least, one that we can repair.....Do you mind the name Flint?"
"Ah, yes. I believe I have yet to name you, friend. How do you feel about being named Hermes? Swift and cunning, I believe the name suits you."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Flint glares at you for a moment. "Whatever you say, Tin Can. I've been called worse. Not a ship here, that we saw anyway. Won't know for sure unless we get the power back on, though. Might help us figure out just where we are too."
"You really think so? I mean, maybe too quick - I mean, I did just kinda kill our friend." Hermes looks to Axen and Solomon. "Sorry, Sol. I'll try to avoid that in the future. Oh, and sorry Axen."
"Well, I'm not completely sure. I think we were made to protect the Traveler - to be caretakers of the Light. We have so much power - I think. We just have to use it. We can help people - on earth there were many survivors, though fewer now by the day. We saw ships moving beyond the rings as we left earth's gravity well. Things we don't even have words for. Monsters. Demons, maybe. I think we were made to help."
"Nourishment acquired."
Girl gives a small nervous chuckle, "If you don't like the name, you could just say so....RIGHT, so power. How do we get this place up and running?"
"I do not know, but Hermes might. Hermes, can you try and figure out how?"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Well, this thing is built like a big ring, right? Power's probably somewhere along the edge. If we pick one direction, we'll get there eventually. Do we know what we are looking for, though?"
Solomon chimes in. "Eos 221 k. Mining operation begun 2166. Project Aurora begun 2190. Aurora terminated due to 'relentless assaults', 2248. Power system: Argo 34b. Tessellated void prism maintained within a tungsten-iridium matrix."
Solomon blinks out of existence to reappear next to the heavy block. It emits a brief, dim flash, then returns to Axen. "93% probable match. That object is part of an Argo class power matrix."
"Like you knew we were comin'. Whatever that thing is used to be part of the power grid. We put it back, odds are the whole system''l reboot."
Axen gave Solomon a nod of his head, "Pain is less..."
He stood there for a moment in silence, oblivious to the conversations being carried out. His green eyes focused upon his gloved hands and he kept checking his body which had just been crushed not but a few moments ago. Yet, he was whole. How? It was something he would have to get used to, however he did not know if he ever would.
He was snapped out of his contemplation and looked once more towards the little grey Ghost.
"Well, would you look at that. What ideas do you have, Solomon? Do we carry this thing until we find out where it plugs in?"
Solomon's silent, yet steady gaze seems to be its version of approval.
"Pick a direction, plug it in. We could cover more ground if we split up."