Post by Gundam Revival GM on Nov 13, 2012 20:49:56 GMT -5
Hiro lied unconscious on a cold metal floor, his legs splayed and his body crumpled in a corner.
“Hiro, Hiro Glyph,”
Hiro stirred, his subconscious tugging at him, trying to wake him.
“Wake up, Hiro”
Hiro’s eyes snapped open, his dream world shattered in an instant. Then he remembered what had happened. He leapt to his feet, gaining a defensive position. Standing out in the open in front of him stood a gigantic pale man, the captain, towering over Hiro. The man showed no sign of weakness, his strength enough to easily crush Hiro’s skull. His expression lie somewhere between curious and stern, his eyes looking over Hiro in wonder.
“Hello, Hiro,” Hiro heard, booming in his head. The man’s voice was like a vice and rough as gravel. But Hiro noticed something, the man didn’t move his mouth when he talked.
“Where am I?” Hiro instinctively blurted out angrily.
“Aboard my ship, the Yggdrasil,” Hiro heard again in his head.
Is he talking into my head? Like some form of telepathy?
“How are you doing that?” Hiro questioned, a little freaked out.
“It’s how we always communicated,” he said, surprisingly friendly.
Hiro looked at the behemoth of a man, wondering if he could somehow get past him. He decided against that risk.
“So who are you?” Hiro said, sliding the wall till he sat on the ground. He was quite exhausted, on top of being zapped but some kind of tazer. He knew he had no chance with the monster of a man in front of him, so he decided he’d just have a seat.
“I am Lord Kraeos of the Veluka,” he did a little bow, and then sprang forward into Hiro’s face, scarring him into momentary paralysis, “and I will be your new lord and master.”
Hal sat patiently inside the cockpit, wondering when it would be safe to open his door. He tried not to think of what could be going on outside of his suit, but kept getting visuals of Ramsi and Razel dead, and him stuck in space in a suit that would soon run out of oxygen.
That’s when a loud knock-knock pounded on the outer armor of his MS. Hal quickly released the hatch and clean, sweet oxygen filled his lungs. Hal was shocked at the scenery he viewed once out of the tightly-fitting cockpit.
Razel smoothly glided down his ripcord from Spera, “you ok, buddy?”
Hal nodded, still taken aback by the backdrop.
Ramsi stayed in his MS, performing a long distance scan of the area to find anything of importance. Soon he gets what he was looking for, so to speak.
“Guys,” Ramsi said, the loudspeaker amplifying his voice, “I found something.”
Razel and Hal rode up Spera’s ripcord, both of them squeezing into the cramped cockpit. Ramsi appeared on the com-screen.
“I got readings indicating a large number of lifeforms about five-hundred miles from here.”
“Alright,” Razel said, his tone dead serious, “Hal, ride with me, for now we’ll have to leave behind your Mobile Suit, we’ll come back for it when we can. Let’s go check this out.”
The two MS’s fly over the vast fields of grass for miles and miles, the false moon’s light guiding the way. In the matter of twenty minutes they arrived to where they set off for. What they found there was a metropolis of sorts. On top a decent sized hill they could see most of the city without enhancement, the city itself stretching into the distance.
“We have to ditch the Mobile Suits. Somewhere safe,” Ramsi said out of the blue.
“He’s right,” Razel said, looking around for a good hiding place, “we’d fit in much better if we weren’t forty feet tall.”
Eventually they found an alcove inside a small lake where they could hide the Mobile Suits, swimming to the surface after securing them. They began the walk to the city through the tall grass field, which felt like forever, standing out in the open like that.
Finally they made it to the city, the entrance an unfinished street at the edge of nowhere. They walked the street until they saw some sign of life. Like a dream they turned the corner and it was like walking through New York City. Although the buildings were built slightly differently, this could be any big city on Earth. There were few people on the street, but the ones that were seemed to just be going about their business. They watch as some kind of vehicle floats past them on the road.
“Now what,” is all Razel says, exasperated, starring up at the false moon, “this is all too much, I really thought they were gonna be aliens.”
“Excuse me,” all three hear directly in their heads.
They look around and see an older man unloading a truck full of boxes, making eye contact with him.
“You young folks wanna give me a hand with these?” the man said without moving his lips.
Razel leaned over to Ramsi, whispering, “Is he talking to us in our heads?”
Ramsi looked at Razel and sighed, walking over to the old man. Razel and Hal watched as Ramsi helped the man unload all the boxes on the truck. The man gave Ramsi a card and thanked him. Ramsi walked back over to the other two, handing Razel the card.
The card read: Renx Bym, Mechanic, and a number with too many digits.
“Could come in handy later,” Ramsi said, looking around.
“We should hide Solidus as well, before we explore more here,” Hal said, still a little bewildered.
“Right,” Ramsi said, already walking the way they came.
Hal followed, Razel standing and starring at the cityscape.
Yeah, but then what?
Dmitri stood outside, starring up at the eyesore that was the eclipsing spaceship. The sun was beginning to rise and the sky was a beautiful orange-red, as if the sky were on fire. The Queen stepped up and stood next to him.
“What is it?” her voice hushed, almost petite.
“I don’t know,” Dmitri said, and meant it.
“All we can do is wait,” she said, this time a little louder.
“Right, and when the time is right…” Dmitri let the last trail, unable to finish that sentence.
Trent looked up to what they were calling the ‘planet vessel.’
Stupid name
He couldn’t believe that Hiro had died, he knew the kid was better than that. He wouldn’t have taken a risk unless it was calculated in his favor. He was probably on the ship now, saving us all.
Hiro spat a mouthful of blood to the ground as Kraeos punched him in the stomach, causing him to fold into himself. The way the man moved, like he put no effort into the punch. Hiro fell to the ground in pain, he could feel something tear on his insides.
“That’s a shame,” Kraeos said into Hiro’s head as he walked toward the opening in the wall. He passed the opening and bars of metal slid down into place. Seconds later they lit up with a red light, giving color to the gray surroundings.
“Questions later,” he said as he walked away, leaving Hiro in the cell all alone, hunched over in pain, and coughing up more blood.
Culas sat in the captain’s chair aboard the Pax ship, his hands in prayer. He looked up at the large screen in front of him and at the monstrosity blocking his view of Earth.
I hope you guys got in ok, because you might be Earth’s only chance.
“Hiro, Hiro Glyph,”
Hiro stirred, his subconscious tugging at him, trying to wake him.
“Wake up, Hiro”
Hiro’s eyes snapped open, his dream world shattered in an instant. Then he remembered what had happened. He leapt to his feet, gaining a defensive position. Standing out in the open in front of him stood a gigantic pale man, the captain, towering over Hiro. The man showed no sign of weakness, his strength enough to easily crush Hiro’s skull. His expression lie somewhere between curious and stern, his eyes looking over Hiro in wonder.
“Hello, Hiro,” Hiro heard, booming in his head. The man’s voice was like a vice and rough as gravel. But Hiro noticed something, the man didn’t move his mouth when he talked.
“Where am I?” Hiro instinctively blurted out angrily.
“Aboard my ship, the Yggdrasil,” Hiro heard again in his head.
Is he talking into my head? Like some form of telepathy?
“How are you doing that?” Hiro questioned, a little freaked out.
“It’s how we always communicated,” he said, surprisingly friendly.
Hiro looked at the behemoth of a man, wondering if he could somehow get past him. He decided against that risk.
“So who are you?” Hiro said, sliding the wall till he sat on the ground. He was quite exhausted, on top of being zapped but some kind of tazer. He knew he had no chance with the monster of a man in front of him, so he decided he’d just have a seat.
“I am Lord Kraeos of the Veluka,” he did a little bow, and then sprang forward into Hiro’s face, scarring him into momentary paralysis, “and I will be your new lord and master.”
Hal sat patiently inside the cockpit, wondering when it would be safe to open his door. He tried not to think of what could be going on outside of his suit, but kept getting visuals of Ramsi and Razel dead, and him stuck in space in a suit that would soon run out of oxygen.
That’s when a loud knock-knock pounded on the outer armor of his MS. Hal quickly released the hatch and clean, sweet oxygen filled his lungs. Hal was shocked at the scenery he viewed once out of the tightly-fitting cockpit.
Razel smoothly glided down his ripcord from Spera, “you ok, buddy?”
Hal nodded, still taken aback by the backdrop.
Ramsi stayed in his MS, performing a long distance scan of the area to find anything of importance. Soon he gets what he was looking for, so to speak.
“Guys,” Ramsi said, the loudspeaker amplifying his voice, “I found something.”
Razel and Hal rode up Spera’s ripcord, both of them squeezing into the cramped cockpit. Ramsi appeared on the com-screen.
“I got readings indicating a large number of lifeforms about five-hundred miles from here.”
“Alright,” Razel said, his tone dead serious, “Hal, ride with me, for now we’ll have to leave behind your Mobile Suit, we’ll come back for it when we can. Let’s go check this out.”
The two MS’s fly over the vast fields of grass for miles and miles, the false moon’s light guiding the way. In the matter of twenty minutes they arrived to where they set off for. What they found there was a metropolis of sorts. On top a decent sized hill they could see most of the city without enhancement, the city itself stretching into the distance.
“We have to ditch the Mobile Suits. Somewhere safe,” Ramsi said out of the blue.
“He’s right,” Razel said, looking around for a good hiding place, “we’d fit in much better if we weren’t forty feet tall.”
Eventually they found an alcove inside a small lake where they could hide the Mobile Suits, swimming to the surface after securing them. They began the walk to the city through the tall grass field, which felt like forever, standing out in the open like that.
Finally they made it to the city, the entrance an unfinished street at the edge of nowhere. They walked the street until they saw some sign of life. Like a dream they turned the corner and it was like walking through New York City. Although the buildings were built slightly differently, this could be any big city on Earth. There were few people on the street, but the ones that were seemed to just be going about their business. They watch as some kind of vehicle floats past them on the road.
“Now what,” is all Razel says, exasperated, starring up at the false moon, “this is all too much, I really thought they were gonna be aliens.”
“Excuse me,” all three hear directly in their heads.
They look around and see an older man unloading a truck full of boxes, making eye contact with him.
“You young folks wanna give me a hand with these?” the man said without moving his lips.
Razel leaned over to Ramsi, whispering, “Is he talking to us in our heads?”
Ramsi looked at Razel and sighed, walking over to the old man. Razel and Hal watched as Ramsi helped the man unload all the boxes on the truck. The man gave Ramsi a card and thanked him. Ramsi walked back over to the other two, handing Razel the card.
The card read: Renx Bym, Mechanic, and a number with too many digits.
“Could come in handy later,” Ramsi said, looking around.
“We should hide Solidus as well, before we explore more here,” Hal said, still a little bewildered.
“Right,” Ramsi said, already walking the way they came.
Hal followed, Razel standing and starring at the cityscape.
Yeah, but then what?
Dmitri stood outside, starring up at the eyesore that was the eclipsing spaceship. The sun was beginning to rise and the sky was a beautiful orange-red, as if the sky were on fire. The Queen stepped up and stood next to him.
“What is it?” her voice hushed, almost petite.
“I don’t know,” Dmitri said, and meant it.
“All we can do is wait,” she said, this time a little louder.
“Right, and when the time is right…” Dmitri let the last trail, unable to finish that sentence.
Trent looked up to what they were calling the ‘planet vessel.’
Stupid name
He couldn’t believe that Hiro had died, he knew the kid was better than that. He wouldn’t have taken a risk unless it was calculated in his favor. He was probably on the ship now, saving us all.
Hiro spat a mouthful of blood to the ground as Kraeos punched him in the stomach, causing him to fold into himself. The way the man moved, like he put no effort into the punch. Hiro fell to the ground in pain, he could feel something tear on his insides.
“That’s a shame,” Kraeos said into Hiro’s head as he walked toward the opening in the wall. He passed the opening and bars of metal slid down into place. Seconds later they lit up with a red light, giving color to the gray surroundings.
“Questions later,” he said as he walked away, leaving Hiro in the cell all alone, hunched over in pain, and coughing up more blood.
Culas sat in the captain’s chair aboard the Pax ship, his hands in prayer. He looked up at the large screen in front of him and at the monstrosity blocking his view of Earth.
I hope you guys got in ok, because you might be Earth’s only chance.