Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round III - Vorlon Complex]
04-02-2011, 03:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Nehh.
Voitrach collapsed onto the floor, caught off-balance by the rapid transportation. That was one thing, for certain - these transitions had become a lot faster since the original switch into that rock temple. Did that mean anything? He considered. Maybe whatever was running this, the voice at the start, the being that had spoken to and scattered them now, was caring less for them, or more specifically their entertainment? Or maybe it was becoming anxious, worried, hasty, maybe even a slight jumpy - so if something went wrong, they could stop any harm from coming to their performers. Yes, perhaps that's what it could be. A mistake, a slip-up. The theory seemed to hold with the sudden appearance of people onboard those boats, that was for certain.
This was no time for dawdling, however. That was something Voitrach knew. Putting the affair with his relocation out of his mind, he set to analysing the area around him. The floor, for a start, was seemingly made of a familiar brown rock. Odd. Cautiously applying a small amount of gravitational force to crack this layer, he pulled up a large chunk and peered underneath. Another kind of rock lay there, this time grey and porous. He tried pulling that apart, too, but it held firm.
Next on the agenda was the walls. There was one on either side of him, extending a long way in both directions. Examining where they led carefully, Voitrach noted a set of double doors at one end, and a turn in the corridor at the other. Along each wall lay shelves upon shelves of jars, each filled halfway with some clear liquid and with some kind of mechanical baton extending down the centre. These were the next point of interest. Picking a direction - towards the doors - and walking towards it, Voitrach followed one shelf of jars, examining each glass container in turn. Most of them had a small label written in scribbly handwriting - lists of names he could not know, read or understand. Halfway to the doors, however, Voitrach found the first exception to this. Another glass jar, yes, half-full of liquid and with a label on front. But the liquid was green, not clear, and the label was seemingly blank. Strange. He picked it from the shelf, tucked it underneath one mineral limb, and kept walking.
By the time he reached the doors, Voitrach had seen the unusual devices surrounding them and was prepared for the inevitable. They were, of course, locked. A shame. Judging by what he could hear through them, they were also trapped - but on the other side. Weren't doors like that designed to keep people out? He guessed that was as good an idea as any. Still, what was so valuable in here? The jars? They really seemed to be the main attraction here. Well, the only way to find out would be by experiment. Unscrewing the lid, Voitrach plunged a hand into the jar. A white flash of light emanated as he made contact with it, and he swiftly withdrew his hand again...
"Hard backup created." stated a voice. Voitrach was surprised. Where was he? This didn't seem like the corridor he had occupied beforehand. This seemed more like...
...he was in space, floating in slow orbit around some huge gravitational distortion. That was right. He remembered this. This would be the moment that would change his life.
Voitrach collapsed onto the floor, caught off-balance by the rapid transportation. That was one thing, for certain - these transitions had become a lot faster since the original switch into that rock temple. Did that mean anything? He considered. Maybe whatever was running this, the voice at the start, the being that had spoken to and scattered them now, was caring less for them, or more specifically their entertainment? Or maybe it was becoming anxious, worried, hasty, maybe even a slight jumpy - so if something went wrong, they could stop any harm from coming to their performers. Yes, perhaps that's what it could be. A mistake, a slip-up. The theory seemed to hold with the sudden appearance of people onboard those boats, that was for certain.
This was no time for dawdling, however. That was something Voitrach knew. Putting the affair with his relocation out of his mind, he set to analysing the area around him. The floor, for a start, was seemingly made of a familiar brown rock. Odd. Cautiously applying a small amount of gravitational force to crack this layer, he pulled up a large chunk and peered underneath. Another kind of rock lay there, this time grey and porous. He tried pulling that apart, too, but it held firm.
Next on the agenda was the walls. There was one on either side of him, extending a long way in both directions. Examining where they led carefully, Voitrach noted a set of double doors at one end, and a turn in the corridor at the other. Along each wall lay shelves upon shelves of jars, each filled halfway with some clear liquid and with some kind of mechanical baton extending down the centre. These were the next point of interest. Picking a direction - towards the doors - and walking towards it, Voitrach followed one shelf of jars, examining each glass container in turn. Most of them had a small label written in scribbly handwriting - lists of names he could not know, read or understand. Halfway to the doors, however, Voitrach found the first exception to this. Another glass jar, yes, half-full of liquid and with a label on front. But the liquid was green, not clear, and the label was seemingly blank. Strange. He picked it from the shelf, tucked it underneath one mineral limb, and kept walking.
By the time he reached the doors, Voitrach had seen the unusual devices surrounding them and was prepared for the inevitable. They were, of course, locked. A shame. Judging by what he could hear through them, they were also trapped - but on the other side. Weren't doors like that designed to keep people out? He guessed that was as good an idea as any. Still, what was so valuable in here? The jars? They really seemed to be the main attraction here. Well, the only way to find out would be by experiment. Unscrewing the lid, Voitrach plunged a hand into the jar. A white flash of light emanated as he made contact with it, and he swiftly withdrew his hand again...
"Hard backup created." stated a voice. Voitrach was surprised. Where was he? This didn't seem like the corridor he had occupied beforehand. This seemed more like...
...he was in space, floating in slow orbit around some huge gravitational distortion. That was right. He remembered this. This would be the moment that would change his life.