Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round III - Vorlon Complex]
09-25-2011, 03:47 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Nehh.
Voitrach had been seated at the throne for some time now. The place was old, disused - the air dense and chaotic, as if filled with dust. The whole place groaned slowly and gently every now and then, also, and Voitrach was curious to what caused this. If he looked hard enough, he could actually see the entire corridor wavering slightly. Faking a sigh, he gave in to his curiosity and sensed what was outside. For a start, there was air out there - even worse than the air where he was, it seemed, as he could feel it was mostly particles. His mental eye came to some kind of heavy, metal strut, and he followed it to another corridor. The design of the area seemed to go beyond architectural sense - each part of the building seemed to have been suspended in empty space, with only these girders holding it there.
A thought came to him. If the whole place was swaying... A quick check validated him. The closest support to him was at the doors, near where he had woken up. The whole place was unstable. No wonder it hadn't been used. Voitrach stood up, and then cursed to himself as rock groaned and squealed under him, swaying. With the greatest caution he seated himself, trying not to disturb the delicate balance that kept him there. He sat back and tried to think.
His memory pounced on him, a raging torrent of thought rushing over him. His life so far sped past in a blur, the stars flickering in the background, a hundred years here or there passed in an instant. It hardly paused while he watched nebulae move, starships shuttle to and fro, the constructions of those first colonies by all the species common today. He was in a black void, a stone room, an ocean, a boat, a passage lined with jars, his own head -
Just as he realised what was happening a massive impact brought him to his senses. The darkness was blinding - for a split second, he forgot where he was. The falling debris, the steel he lay on and the crushed glass and water in his hand reminded him. Finding his feet, he stood, examining the large chip broken from his stone torso. This beam was sturdier, spanning two large masses of masonry that seemed stable enough where they stood. Pausing, he could pick up the vibrations of footsteps from one of them. Maybe Will was there, or somebody else he could trust. Or - he considered Gias, Loran, Felix - someone he would rather avoid. He didn't really have much choice. With a sudden effort, he broke down the wall.
Nobody was there, Just a trail of glowing dots. It was a start, at least...
Voitrach had been seated at the throne for some time now. The place was old, disused - the air dense and chaotic, as if filled with dust. The whole place groaned slowly and gently every now and then, also, and Voitrach was curious to what caused this. If he looked hard enough, he could actually see the entire corridor wavering slightly. Faking a sigh, he gave in to his curiosity and sensed what was outside. For a start, there was air out there - even worse than the air where he was, it seemed, as he could feel it was mostly particles. His mental eye came to some kind of heavy, metal strut, and he followed it to another corridor. The design of the area seemed to go beyond architectural sense - each part of the building seemed to have been suspended in empty space, with only these girders holding it there.
A thought came to him. If the whole place was swaying... A quick check validated him. The closest support to him was at the doors, near where he had woken up. The whole place was unstable. No wonder it hadn't been used. Voitrach stood up, and then cursed to himself as rock groaned and squealed under him, swaying. With the greatest caution he seated himself, trying not to disturb the delicate balance that kept him there. He sat back and tried to think.
His memory pounced on him, a raging torrent of thought rushing over him. His life so far sped past in a blur, the stars flickering in the background, a hundred years here or there passed in an instant. It hardly paused while he watched nebulae move, starships shuttle to and fro, the constructions of those first colonies by all the species common today. He was in a black void, a stone room, an ocean, a boat, a passage lined with jars, his own head -
Just as he realised what was happening a massive impact brought him to his senses. The darkness was blinding - for a split second, he forgot where he was. The falling debris, the steel he lay on and the crushed glass and water in his hand reminded him. Finding his feet, he stood, examining the large chip broken from his stone torso. This beam was sturdier, spanning two large masses of masonry that seemed stable enough where they stood. Pausing, he could pick up the vibrations of footsteps from one of them. Maybe Will was there, or somebody else he could trust. Or - he considered Gias, Loran, Felix - someone he would rather avoid. He didn't really have much choice. With a sudden effort, he broke down the wall.
Nobody was there, Just a trail of glowing dots. It was a start, at least...