Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2021 11:08:46 GMT
The yellow, red and pink petals fill the pale-blue skies, dancing in the wind without a single care in the cruel world. The long, healthy, green grass stretches across the banks, leading up to the majestic mountain range, the jagged tips being covered in pure white snow, piercing the big blue skies. The air around was filled with the conflicting smells of different flowers, ranging from the smell of dandelions, roses, lilies, bluebells, all colliding with one another to create a sensation which was untouched by the pollution of the worlds around it. The ear-warming sounds of birds chirping, the honeybees buzzing while pollinating this untouched landscape, and the slight breeze of the wind all attributed to the solitude that this place had. The animals lived in harmony, both with one another, and with the landscape which beauty had been untouched for almost a dozen centuries, constantly within a perpetual motion of life, and death. Yet, after all is said and done, the landscape remained absolutely stunning, and untouched. This spanned for miles, and miles, and miles, all untouched. All within solace.
Ashamedly, this would cease to be…
The gas hisses loudly, with an ear piercing scream as the sound of metal boots stomping swiftly across the metal grates filled the metallic, confined space of the craft. The hum of the sub-space engines could be heard throughout the ship, emitting a low and constant hum compared to the sound of gas escaping from the tubes. Senso, at the helm of his ship, had just faced a bastard of a foe. Escaping almost unscathed, his ship had not received the same treatment. The smell of smoke, coolant gasses and fuel had filled the spaces, creating a concoction of smells that screamed danger. Rushing around his ship, preparing patchwork upon patchwork, the sound of power-tools and metal hitting metal, bright, orange sparks flying from many different places around the ship, Senso had but one missi-
”Two minutes until impact”...
”Action Needed”...
”Sub System Alpha - Failing"...
”Sub Syste-”
The loud smack of the console filled the air, the feminine voice of the AI Control System suddenly became more robotic, distorted and crackled, as the voice drowned out into the silence - or lack thereof. Reaching his fist back, Senso had begun rushing, from console to console, valve to panel, albeit hardly versed in the art of engineering, especially with a craft like that, he had to make sure each action he carried out was swift and sure. Senso, being the man that he was - wouldn’t have cared less about his ship, and even less about what he had crashed into, he did have the BLADE organisation backing him after all. All of a sudden, his face dropped. The expression on his face was one of great annoyance and urgency. The one thing he had hoped wouldn’t happen, happened. He had skimmed the atmosphere of a planet a little too closely, and with his engines still on minimum power, he had no way of avoiding a hesitant landing on the planet beneath him.
The sound of the engines sputtering made its way to Senso, the man clad in darkness seemingly not acknowledging the fact, and the other sound of all of Senso’s shoddy patchwork repairs bursting from the seams had erupted, hitting his ears, mood and spirit like a metric ton of bricks. From the screen which had replaced the need tor a windshield, the corners of the screen emitted a bright orange light, the green altitude and pitch levels blinking a solid, deep red. If the sound and sight of his ship tearing apart from the seams hadn’t alerted him that this was a dangerous situation, this certainly would have made sure that Senso was notified. Suddenly, a loud, low-pitched beep had emitted from the ship, Senso, now some hundred meters away from the ground had achieved the best conditions he would be able to.
The ship, now resting in a crater within the ground, besmirches the untouched nature of the landscape around him, the wildlife and insect population almost reacting to the event for miles away. The land, in a sharp contrast from how it had been for centuries had now been touched, by industrialist machinery, and now death himself. The Fearsome Abaddon. He looked at the environment around him, the wind now picking up, but the petals that had been fluttering around within the wind had suddenly seemed to drop, as they had reacted to Abaddon’s presence, knowing that none stand above him. Walking several hundred meters away from the ship, he used his device to check what territory this planet had fallen under.
”Fuck, this is uncharted territory, nearest outpost is a fucking Curators one…”
Senso said aloud, the sunlight being absorbed by the darkness which had scorched his face. He hadn’t known that his ship would be automatically reaching out for help, all he knew was that he was almost stranded on this planet. However, knowing Senso, it was probably for the best that the planet had no discernible life on it. Looking around at the peaceful landscape, holding his lance, sweat dripping down his face, the sweat shining on the places untouched by the darkness, although little was left untouched.
”Who would be coming?
Ashamedly, this would cease to be…
The gas hisses loudly, with an ear piercing scream as the sound of metal boots stomping swiftly across the metal grates filled the metallic, confined space of the craft. The hum of the sub-space engines could be heard throughout the ship, emitting a low and constant hum compared to the sound of gas escaping from the tubes. Senso, at the helm of his ship, had just faced a bastard of a foe. Escaping almost unscathed, his ship had not received the same treatment. The smell of smoke, coolant gasses and fuel had filled the spaces, creating a concoction of smells that screamed danger. Rushing around his ship, preparing patchwork upon patchwork, the sound of power-tools and metal hitting metal, bright, orange sparks flying from many different places around the ship, Senso had but one missi-
”Two minutes until impact”...
”Action Needed”...
”Sub System Alpha - Failing"...
”Sub Syste-”
The loud smack of the console filled the air, the feminine voice of the AI Control System suddenly became more robotic, distorted and crackled, as the voice drowned out into the silence - or lack thereof. Reaching his fist back, Senso had begun rushing, from console to console, valve to panel, albeit hardly versed in the art of engineering, especially with a craft like that, he had to make sure each action he carried out was swift and sure. Senso, being the man that he was - wouldn’t have cared less about his ship, and even less about what he had crashed into, he did have the BLADE organisation backing him after all. All of a sudden, his face dropped. The expression on his face was one of great annoyance and urgency. The one thing he had hoped wouldn’t happen, happened. He had skimmed the atmosphere of a planet a little too closely, and with his engines still on minimum power, he had no way of avoiding a hesitant landing on the planet beneath him.
The sound of the engines sputtering made its way to Senso, the man clad in darkness seemingly not acknowledging the fact, and the other sound of all of Senso’s shoddy patchwork repairs bursting from the seams had erupted, hitting his ears, mood and spirit like a metric ton of bricks. From the screen which had replaced the need tor a windshield, the corners of the screen emitted a bright orange light, the green altitude and pitch levels blinking a solid, deep red. If the sound and sight of his ship tearing apart from the seams hadn’t alerted him that this was a dangerous situation, this certainly would have made sure that Senso was notified. Suddenly, a loud, low-pitched beep had emitted from the ship, Senso, now some hundred meters away from the ground had achieved the best conditions he would be able to.
The ship, now resting in a crater within the ground, besmirches the untouched nature of the landscape around him, the wildlife and insect population almost reacting to the event for miles away. The land, in a sharp contrast from how it had been for centuries had now been touched, by industrialist machinery, and now death himself. The Fearsome Abaddon. He looked at the environment around him, the wind now picking up, but the petals that had been fluttering around within the wind had suddenly seemed to drop, as they had reacted to Abaddon’s presence, knowing that none stand above him. Walking several hundred meters away from the ship, he used his device to check what territory this planet had fallen under.
”Fuck, this is uncharted territory, nearest outpost is a fucking Curators one…”
Senso said aloud, the sunlight being absorbed by the darkness which had scorched his face. He hadn’t known that his ship would be automatically reaching out for help, all he knew was that he was almost stranded on this planet. However, knowing Senso, it was probably for the best that the planet had no discernible life on it. Looking around at the peaceful landscape, holding his lance, sweat dripping down his face, the sweat shining on the places untouched by the darkness, although little was left untouched.
”Who would be coming?
