Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-19-2010, 06:10 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit sat in his vehicle, not sure of what to do. Space was vast... and Whit had only two people to find. Doing so would be difficult, unless by some random chance they appeared before him. He played with the idea of waiting for that to happen, but dismissed it. Chance did not move people, it simply influenced their paths. Whit simply needed to grasp those chances. Focusing back on his surroundings, Whit's eyes feel upon the dashboard. To the side, there was a flight stick, although somehow in a different way than the steering wheel. Looking at the helpful images beside it, Whit saw that it controlled the drill truck's direction, apparently. Tapping the stick lightly, he felt the back of the truck drag to the side. Curious, he went outside and investigated, noting that there seemed to be a few small jets or such in the back. It was clear to him now that the stick controlled the direction of the drill truck when it was in midair...midspace. Toying with the new found nature of the truck, Whit made it jump again, back to where he came from. Carefully, he controlled the vehicle's free-falling direction, and successfully did a flip before landing.
Having had derived enough amusement from the flight stick, Whit turned his attention back to the mysterious screen he saw earlier. Turning it on, he saw a grid. At various points, different colors and shapes glowed. Immediately, he recognized the shape of his vehicle and the green light that signified himself. Elsewhere, a few red lights glowed, in clusters. Putting the facts together, Whit realized that he was in a mining vehicle. The red were clearly the mineral veins that it was meant to dig out, and the green blips showed the living presences so that nobody would get hurt. Whit grinned.
"The green dots are safety features... Heheh. There's nothing safe this."
Scanning the grid, Whit found his targets. Two dancing green dots.
Whit sat in his vehicle, not sure of what to do. Space was vast... and Whit had only two people to find. Doing so would be difficult, unless by some random chance they appeared before him. He played with the idea of waiting for that to happen, but dismissed it. Chance did not move people, it simply influenced their paths. Whit simply needed to grasp those chances. Focusing back on his surroundings, Whit's eyes feel upon the dashboard. To the side, there was a flight stick, although somehow in a different way than the steering wheel. Looking at the helpful images beside it, Whit saw that it controlled the drill truck's direction, apparently. Tapping the stick lightly, he felt the back of the truck drag to the side. Curious, he went outside and investigated, noting that there seemed to be a few small jets or such in the back. It was clear to him now that the stick controlled the direction of the drill truck when it was in midair...midspace. Toying with the new found nature of the truck, Whit made it jump again, back to where he came from. Carefully, he controlled the vehicle's free-falling direction, and successfully did a flip before landing.
Having had derived enough amusement from the flight stick, Whit turned his attention back to the mysterious screen he saw earlier. Turning it on, he saw a grid. At various points, different colors and shapes glowed. Immediately, he recognized the shape of his vehicle and the green light that signified himself. Elsewhere, a few red lights glowed, in clusters. Putting the facts together, Whit realized that he was in a mining vehicle. The red were clearly the mineral veins that it was meant to dig out, and the green blips showed the living presences so that nobody would get hurt. Whit grinned.
"The green dots are safety features... Heheh. There's nothing safe this."
Scanning the grid, Whit found his targets. Two dancing green dots.