Re: The Fearsome Encounter (GBS3G8) [Round 1: Circumlocution]
08-19-2011, 03:56 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Sanzh.
What had started as a routine flight had rapidly turned into something else for Cthaasa. What he was expecting was to spend time locked inside of an armored canister, land, order two companies to subjugate the local dissidents of this backwater world, and then retire to a prefabricated outpost while he waited for orders from his superiors. He had not expected was that he would be forcibly ripped from his module, wake up to be thrown into a competition against several other beings, and then be relocated again. A circumstance such as this had long been dismissed from his mind based on the sheer improbability of it.
Cthaasa reoriented himself after having left stasis. His first thought was how different his surroundings were-- he was used to a blanket of communications traffic and visual feeds, and all that information was now gone. His next thought was just how unprotected he was. Going from a meter of armor in every direction to nothing was disorienting. He looked around, craning his neck and allowing a multitude of eyes to examine his surroundings. Aside from a shed, there was little to see in the immediate vicinity-- he could hear commotion in the distance, but was for now unconcerned.
His thoughts drifted back to the earlier meeting. While he was curious as to how he ended up here, he had no interest in whatever employment opportunity was being offered. While it would be a likely reprieve from the danger involved in military service, but forcing himself to be subservient-- to a human, no less-- felt offensive. What could he gain from servitude? The thanks of an inferior? However, there was no doubt in his mind that some of the other individuals would be more interested in what was offered, but he felt like he could ignore them for now. Let them whittle each other down, he would deal with them on his own time. He had some doubts that his own enhancements would be enough to deal with them in whatever unspecified competition was expected of the group.
His mind drifted to the coin he grasped. One side had his visage, rendered in immaculate detail. He idly flipped it to check the other side, snarling as he read it to himself. How he managed to learn that was curious-- that particular experiment he regretted, if only because he was too incautious when he was working on it. Perhaps this human did have something to offer-- maybe not in terms of the job he was offering, but there were other characteristics that intrigued him.
Cthaasa needed to think. He wanted to figure out where to go. Pulling on the shed door, he slipped inside. It was small, but he lacked a human’s bulk and had space. For now, he planned. He’d make a more definite resolution soon enough.
What had started as a routine flight had rapidly turned into something else for Cthaasa. What he was expecting was to spend time locked inside of an armored canister, land, order two companies to subjugate the local dissidents of this backwater world, and then retire to a prefabricated outpost while he waited for orders from his superiors. He had not expected was that he would be forcibly ripped from his module, wake up to be thrown into a competition against several other beings, and then be relocated again. A circumstance such as this had long been dismissed from his mind based on the sheer improbability of it.
Cthaasa reoriented himself after having left stasis. His first thought was how different his surroundings were-- he was used to a blanket of communications traffic and visual feeds, and all that information was now gone. His next thought was just how unprotected he was. Going from a meter of armor in every direction to nothing was disorienting. He looked around, craning his neck and allowing a multitude of eyes to examine his surroundings. Aside from a shed, there was little to see in the immediate vicinity-- he could hear commotion in the distance, but was for now unconcerned.
His thoughts drifted back to the earlier meeting. While he was curious as to how he ended up here, he had no interest in whatever employment opportunity was being offered. While it would be a likely reprieve from the danger involved in military service, but forcing himself to be subservient-- to a human, no less-- felt offensive. What could he gain from servitude? The thanks of an inferior? However, there was no doubt in his mind that some of the other individuals would be more interested in what was offered, but he felt like he could ignore them for now. Let them whittle each other down, he would deal with them on his own time. He had some doubts that his own enhancements would be enough to deal with them in whatever unspecified competition was expected of the group.
His mind drifted to the coin he grasped. One side had his visage, rendered in immaculate detail. He idly flipped it to check the other side, snarling as he read it to himself. How he managed to learn that was curious-- that particular experiment he regretted, if only because he was too incautious when he was working on it. Perhaps this human did have something to offer-- maybe not in terms of the job he was offering, but there were other characteristics that intrigued him.
Cthaasa needed to think. He wanted to figure out where to go. Pulling on the shed door, he slipped inside. It was small, but he lacked a human’s bulk and had space. For now, he planned. He’d make a more definite resolution soon enough.