Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-13-2010, 08:18 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike opened his eyes. Instead of the crazy expanse in the hole of the casino an infinite void of stars filled his view. He looked around, and then down, to find himself in an asteroid belt. He looked directly forward and saw the planet sitting directly in the middle of the ring.
He reached for his mouth, but realised he could breath.
"Odd" He said as a test. Sound too. And some slight atmosphere.
He chuckled. The battlemaster was always interesting.
He had heard Whit and Zeke right at the end of the round. He figured they were the survivors, as Whit wouldn't be taken down so quickly, even by that noise of sub-machine gun fire. That ment Itzal was no more.
Now that there was no more illusionist, Mike had no ties to Zeke. He was left as an opponant. 'Good, because he makes a good rival,' he thought. Whit will fall into place at some point. His luck may be real, but real men make their own luck.
Mike gazed around for a suitable rock to perch on, size and shape being the key. However, as a large rock floated past his eyes, he spotted a large bubble shaped object way in the distance.
Perfect sphere. Obviously man-made, or at least alien made. That ment life was present in this part of the galaxy, wherever it was.
"So, belt of rocks. Planet. Hmm, would need something strong to get planet side. The bubble looks like, hmm, a settlement? Would make sense. Hmph. Need a lot of resources and machinery to build something like that" Mike mused.
He cracked his knuckles as a slight plan raced through his head. Disaster was his forte, afterall.
He summoned his vectors, and communicated through thought about where he wanted to go. A large rock about a hundred yards away. The force controlling Mike wasn't a number cruncher, but the vectors had many uses. They planted themselves on the rock, positioned themselves on a precise course, and launched Mike through space.
Vertigo set in quickly. Gravity was there, but only slightly. The force from being pushed was enough to escape the small gravity well each rock had. He tried to remain still, from his slight knowledge of space, any small movement could send him tumbling.
That what 'it's' memory of reading told it, anyway.
Slowly but surely, Mike made it to the larger rock. The vectors touched the surface, and Mike frontflipped onto his feet.
He breathed out a large sigh.
"Not doing that again soon, I hope"
No sign of the others, but with their current numbers that was a natural reason not to find anyone. He tried to walk across the asteroid, but found it annoying. Instead, he had the vectors carry him horizontally as he semi-floated in the lesser gravity, the vectors supporting him up. This made making his way across the rock quite quick. He made his way to a small hill that he guessed was part of a hole. He set himself down on the ridge and gazed out across the bumpy brown-black surface. Still nothing.
"Shit" Mike swore. He needed something interesting, and soon, otherwise he'd begin ripping the rocks to shreds.
He thought about that as he stood, unknowingly, on the well hidden entrance to some kind of bunker.
Mike opened his eyes. Instead of the crazy expanse in the hole of the casino an infinite void of stars filled his view. He looked around, and then down, to find himself in an asteroid belt. He looked directly forward and saw the planet sitting directly in the middle of the ring.
He reached for his mouth, but realised he could breath.
"Odd" He said as a test. Sound too. And some slight atmosphere.
He chuckled. The battlemaster was always interesting.
He had heard Whit and Zeke right at the end of the round. He figured they were the survivors, as Whit wouldn't be taken down so quickly, even by that noise of sub-machine gun fire. That ment Itzal was no more.
Now that there was no more illusionist, Mike had no ties to Zeke. He was left as an opponant. 'Good, because he makes a good rival,' he thought. Whit will fall into place at some point. His luck may be real, but real men make their own luck.
Mike gazed around for a suitable rock to perch on, size and shape being the key. However, as a large rock floated past his eyes, he spotted a large bubble shaped object way in the distance.
Perfect sphere. Obviously man-made, or at least alien made. That ment life was present in this part of the galaxy, wherever it was.
"So, belt of rocks. Planet. Hmm, would need something strong to get planet side. The bubble looks like, hmm, a settlement? Would make sense. Hmph. Need a lot of resources and machinery to build something like that" Mike mused.
He cracked his knuckles as a slight plan raced through his head. Disaster was his forte, afterall.
He summoned his vectors, and communicated through thought about where he wanted to go. A large rock about a hundred yards away. The force controlling Mike wasn't a number cruncher, but the vectors had many uses. They planted themselves on the rock, positioned themselves on a precise course, and launched Mike through space.
Vertigo set in quickly. Gravity was there, but only slightly. The force from being pushed was enough to escape the small gravity well each rock had. He tried to remain still, from his slight knowledge of space, any small movement could send him tumbling.
That what 'it's' memory of reading told it, anyway.
Slowly but surely, Mike made it to the larger rock. The vectors touched the surface, and Mike frontflipped onto his feet.
He breathed out a large sigh.
"Not doing that again soon, I hope"
No sign of the others, but with their current numbers that was a natural reason not to find anyone. He tried to walk across the asteroid, but found it annoying. Instead, he had the vectors carry him horizontally as he semi-floated in the lesser gravity, the vectors supporting him up. This made making his way across the rock quite quick. He made his way to a small hill that he guessed was part of a hole. He set himself down on the ridge and gazed out across the bumpy brown-black surface. Still nothing.
"Shit" Mike swore. He needed something interesting, and soon, otherwise he'd begin ripping the rocks to shreds.
He thought about that as he stood, unknowingly, on the well hidden entrance to some kind of bunker.