Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
10-12-2010, 02:23 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Nehh.
Voitrach crashed through the wooden side of another ship, propelled backwards a way by the explosion. Looking down at the sphere of dense rock compressed by the central black hole powering him, he saw hairline cracks forming.
"Ouch. That hurt."
After a second, it occurred to him to check if his assailant had survived the blast. Another moment's thought dismissed this. They hadn't been teleported to a new world yet. There go his hopes.
After another few seconds, it occurred to him that he ought to find something to do. This was a new feeling. For the past ten million years or so he had simply floated through the deep void of space, occasionally checking up on whatever inhabitants of whichever planets he floated close enough to. At none of these points was he ever more than half a millimetre across.
Then he had found a black hole.
And then, just as he'd found his powers, got used to them and built up a new body for himself, he'd been dumped here. Forced to either fight his way out of a group of similarly normal people driven to the same fate by the same competition, or find some other way out.
He rather preferred the second.
Actually, it rather seemed as if everyone preferred the second. Except Loran. And possibly Felix. Maybe even Apathy. But Loran was for sure.
In his head, he made a mental checklist.
1. Kill Loran.
2. Escape from deadly contest.
3. Attempt to return life to normal.
4. ???
5. Profit!!!!!
A short reflection made him notice two additions on the end of his list that he was sure he didn't put there. Maybe his thoughts were being controlled by other things, just as he controlled the individual molecules of this world...
The thought was worrying.
Voitrach crashed through the wooden side of another ship, propelled backwards a way by the explosion. Looking down at the sphere of dense rock compressed by the central black hole powering him, he saw hairline cracks forming.
"Ouch. That hurt."
After a second, it occurred to him to check if his assailant had survived the blast. Another moment's thought dismissed this. They hadn't been teleported to a new world yet. There go his hopes.
After another few seconds, it occurred to him that he ought to find something to do. This was a new feeling. For the past ten million years or so he had simply floated through the deep void of space, occasionally checking up on whatever inhabitants of whichever planets he floated close enough to. At none of these points was he ever more than half a millimetre across.
Then he had found a black hole.
And then, just as he'd found his powers, got used to them and built up a new body for himself, he'd been dumped here. Forced to either fight his way out of a group of similarly normal people driven to the same fate by the same competition, or find some other way out.
He rather preferred the second.
Actually, it rather seemed as if everyone preferred the second. Except Loran. And possibly Felix. Maybe even Apathy. But Loran was for sure.
In his head, he made a mental checklist.
1. Kill Loran.
2. Escape from deadly contest.
3. Attempt to return life to normal.
4. ???
5. Profit!!!!!
A short reflection made him notice two additions on the end of his list that he was sure he didn't put there. Maybe his thoughts were being controlled by other things, just as he controlled the individual molecules of this world...
The thought was worrying.