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RE: Relaxation in Death - BobMacaroni - 06-20-2022
Juan could feel the fear in his compadres. He did not share such "mortal traits". Not for the time being, at least. He seemed perfectly find to go deeper into the field. If, the thing with them was there too.
"Sure, sure. Though, shouldn't we bring more? We should tell all the others. We, we should tell them all...."
Maybe his age was catching up to him, but he felt tired all of a sudden. Juan could stay here for longer. Though he still had a mission, after all.
"Senor Cruz, please take the lead. Senor Rosario, follow behind."
RE: Relaxation in Death - Wolverine518 - 06-21-2022
I....I think.......*sigh* Si, senor. He had hoped to not go any further. He was willing to help defend his home and way of life, but he didn't want to take unnecessary risks, and he felt this was unnecessary.
Recommend we use extreme caution He hoped they wouldn't find anything, but knowing the Omicrons, there was always something hiding somewhere. He hoped they wouldn't find any trouble, or that trouble would find them.
RE: Relaxation in Death - WiseTaurus - 06-22-2022
Succumbed by unexpected obsession, Cruz pushed forward into the unknown without paying attention to his wingmen. Regardless of how many frequencies Cruz did try to adjust, no response was found; meanwhile the volume of the sounds in his mind increased each moment as Cruz travelled through the dense clouds. Infuriated by the situation, he felt fueled by aggressive emotions, completely out of nowhere; Cruz startled himself as the sensation feel obtusely contrary to what he would normally feel on the situation. He tried to put it accurate name for it: Courage.
Before he tried to understand what was happening; the visibility changed. The greenish dense clouds began to look blueish with tones of purple. Cruz swiftly put the hand on his forehead:
“Particle emissions perhaps? Light? OF COURSE, LIGHT, AMIGOS! LIGHT!”
He did not try to explain it to the other members, as he dully tried to reach a better explanation of why he was not detecting the anomaly. Color stayed noticeable on plain sight, but the spectrum was not detected by the sensors. Why would a device be visible and undetectable at the same time? Maybe a primitive variation of cloaking technology of some sort? And why the voices? Cruz hesitated to think deeply on it, as the next scene was going to return him to the descent into madness.
As the trio progressed through the shadowy clouds and the new colors surrounded them, one frozen corpse crashed into the vicinity of Cruz’s cockpit; the shield reverberated at the impact and Cruz almost threw up his heart and what he ate at Corsica.
“¡MIERDA!”
Hardly returned to the normal stress that the sounds in his mind were already offering, Cruz took a look at the ill-fated calamity: Floating lifeless bodies, debris, scorch and plasma. All around an immaculate Sabre, with a big glowing blue aura around the pilot’s seat. Cruz quickly tried to make a recount of the bodies around and the numbers did not coincide with the expected Asesinos, 2 were missing.
“I WILL BE REDEEMED, NOT YOU!”
“CÁLLATE, I WILL BE.”
Wyrm Type 2 blasts, unmistakable at first glance, illuminated the area; as 2 Sabres entered the dark scene, in a clear dogfight sequence. The Hyperspace trio were 200 meters far away from the radiant and static Sabre and the newcomers were at the other side, 400 meters approximately from Cruz, Harabero and Rosario.
“Ex-excuse me. Wha-“
“ANOTHER ONE, HE IS MINE.”
“DON’T EVEN TRY IT, BASURA. ¡REDENCIÓN EN LA MUERTE!”
One of the pilots charged onto the other one. The duelists crashed and no shields appeared. A ball of plasma emerged and the already damaged Sabres melted. The fusion travelled, a helix of combustion that abruptly warped and ceased.
“They…they are all dead. All of them…”
The whispers followed their dance on their thoughts. Cruz felt his sudden aggressiveness of minutes ago collapsed by the split-second event. Overwhelmed to what he was seeing, Cruz tried to contact the other members:
“Harabero. Rosario…Wha-what do you guys think? All happened so fast…there was nothing we could do…Sho-should we examine the wreckages before we try to…”
Cruz did not want to say it, as the most fearsome thoughts were already dominating the troubled pilot.
“Go closer…That could be the source of all of this. IT MUST BE.”
RE: Relaxation in Death - BobMacaroni - 06-24-2022
Of course. They had found it. All their struggles would soon be over. Juan knew. This was it. This is what they had been looking for.
"You are right... this is the source of it all..."
Then a feeling went over Juan like he never had before.
"Cut your engines."
Juan knew what he had to do, but he did not know if he had the strength to do it.
"I- I can't let you have this."
Juan's weapons powered up, and his ship turned to Cruz's
"Don't go any closer."
RE: Relaxation in Death - Wolverine518 - 06-24-2022
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!?!?! Santiago was confused as to what was going on. You guys seriously can't be fighting each other. Right?
He couldn't believe it. They were willing to shoot each other. Fellow Asesnios. He couldn't let that happen. He powered up weapons. Both of you stop now or I will disable both of your weapons systems.
RE: Relaxation in Death - WiseTaurus - 06-24-2022
“CA-CALM DOWN EVERYONE!!!”
Alberto Cruz yelled as clear as he could, as the situation was getting out of control. An uncontrollable aggressiveness was taking place from all sides, as Harabero reacted. The curiosity and dread involving the light on the Sabre became a struggle of complete anger between the Hyperspace members.
“POR FAVOR, LET ME EXPLAIN HOW WE CAN SOLVE THIS!! I-I HAVE AN IDEA!!”
Anxiety became terror, as Cruz cringed his teeth and prepared his weapons for a probable engagement.
“T-THE ONLY THING WE SHOULD…wait a moment…”
An automated message, ready to be listened, arrived to the console. It came from the shiny Sabre.
“Amigos…Are you receiving this? Sh-should we listen to this before…”
The warm sensation felt by the group, during the first encounter with the lone Sabre and the minefield, returned softly. Cruz sensed how his body was invaded by light cramps. The voices had not ceased at all, keeping their constant symphony as time passes. Deceitful emotions had been a permanent issue since Cruz came through this journey and now, they were reaching the climax. Before believing to be fully paralyzed soon enough, Alberto Cruz tried to speak as fluently as possible:
“Juan, Santiago…I-I do not think we can stay much longer here…before we try to make something I still think we-we should listen to that new transmission. The sensation is overwhelming…”
RE: Relaxation in Death - BobMacaroni - 06-24-2022
Juan felt as if he was being controlled. He could not let them have it. It was too precious, too valuable. Yet he wanted to fight back against the feeling.
"It-! Wait-! Yes-!"
He needed to know. He needed answers
"Quick! Play it! I-!"
Then the controller silenced him.
RE: Relaxation in Death - Wolverine518 - 06-25-2022
Yes, play it before things get more weird. He was interested in what was on it. He felt controlled as well, but he was also glad that they weren't shooting each other.
I sure hope this thing has the answers we seek, otherwise this trip was for nothing. And Cruz, what the hell were you about to do? He was very concerned about him. Cruz wasn't usually so trigger-happy.
RE: Relaxation in Death - WiseTaurus - 06-25-2022
The Sabre was calmed. Cockpit windows were broken, several holes can be seen from every part of the inert vessel. Blue and purple mixed together, coming from the strange capsule held by the dead pilot with his both hands; as if he, even in death, was trying to safely protect it.
Cruz, suffocated and barely hearing his wingmen, hit the button:
“Patching in through.”
“To anyone receiving this…do not come for me.
I do not deserve to be redeemed, at all.
I killed my wife, I killed my daughters. My lineage is over. There will be no more Riquelme, at least from my part. I stripped from me everything and everyone that I cared. My friends tried to warm me, console me for my act. “IT WAS NECESSARY.” They said. “YOU SAVED THE REST, YOU CARED ABOUT US, AS ANY OUTCAST SHOULD.” They shouted at me. What a joke.
Decades passed, the pain never ceased, as expected. I did what I do best. Pirating. Fighting. Murdering. Try to conceal with myself. Nothing. Time does not forget and I had a long time among the living. Then I killed again, Outcasts this time. My friends. I couldn’t endure any more of their “empathic” words. My Don was angry and he sent me to what it was supposed to be the maximum punishment. What a fool.
I was thrown into this shitty organization. What a bunch of lunatics. All of them, especially the leader. They sent me to Antártida, a lovely facility. It was supposed to break me. “Even more? Sure, they can try” I thought. I laughed at the tests. Some of my companions died in the process. So weak, they did not deserve to live after all. What a waste.
I did find entertainment in all of this. I cannot deny it. They even gave me a ship. Just like old times. Chasing some idiots throughout the clouds. Pirating convoys. Even appreciating the company of some of the fellow survivors from Antártida.
Then I got this. One patrol trip through Knossos stormy atmosphere…near the big alien construct. I found this artifact. This “toy”. I kept it safe from the others. It was shining and I tractored it. I never tried to be near the Spirits or similar…but it was captivating. In front of the light, it messes with your emotions…a spell that gives you so much fury…I planned to dispose of it, but then it changed. It gave me…peace.
And then, I showed it to my new friends. Big mistake. Instead of peace, many of them were more feisty, more greedy, cockier. Perhaps, this was some sort of catalyst of desires…it must deploy hormones or pheromones through its brightness…or some mierda like that, I do not know…I am not a scientist. My expertise maintained it safe, but once again I was putting in danger those who were…decent and honest with me.
I left Ruiz and never to return. I made a fuzz on the bar; my companions did not want to leave me alone this time.
But I am tired…I have lived 156 years…my family died 9 decades ago. My stubbornness has kept me all this time. I cannot and will not forget. It is enough.
I hope that these stupid words make sense to the ones who receive this message….
I just…want…to…relax…”
I do not deserve to be redeemed, at all.
I killed my wife, I killed my daughters. My lineage is over. There will be no more Riquelme, at least from my part. I stripped from me everything and everyone that I cared. My friends tried to warm me, console me for my act. “IT WAS NECESSARY.” They said. “YOU SAVED THE REST, YOU CARED ABOUT US, AS ANY OUTCAST SHOULD.” They shouted at me. What a joke.
Decades passed, the pain never ceased, as expected. I did what I do best. Pirating. Fighting. Murdering. Try to conceal with myself. Nothing. Time does not forget and I had a long time among the living. Then I killed again, Outcasts this time. My friends. I couldn’t endure any more of their “empathic” words. My Don was angry and he sent me to what it was supposed to be the maximum punishment. What a fool.
I was thrown into this shitty organization. What a bunch of lunatics. All of them, especially the leader. They sent me to Antártida, a lovely facility. It was supposed to break me. “Even more? Sure, they can try” I thought. I laughed at the tests. Some of my companions died in the process. So weak, they did not deserve to live after all. What a waste.
I did find entertainment in all of this. I cannot deny it. They even gave me a ship. Just like old times. Chasing some idiots throughout the clouds. Pirating convoys. Even appreciating the company of some of the fellow survivors from Antártida.
Then I got this. One patrol trip through Knossos stormy atmosphere…near the big alien construct. I found this artifact. This “toy”. I kept it safe from the others. It was shining and I tractored it. I never tried to be near the Spirits or similar…but it was captivating. In front of the light, it messes with your emotions…a spell that gives you so much fury…I planned to dispose of it, but then it changed. It gave me…peace.
And then, I showed it to my new friends. Big mistake. Instead of peace, many of them were more feisty, more greedy, cockier. Perhaps, this was some sort of catalyst of desires…it must deploy hormones or pheromones through its brightness…or some mierda like that, I do not know…I am not a scientist. My expertise maintained it safe, but once again I was putting in danger those who were…decent and honest with me.
I left Ruiz and never to return. I made a fuzz on the bar; my companions did not want to leave me alone this time.
But I am tired…I have lived 156 years…my family died 9 decades ago. My stubbornness has kept me all this time. I cannot and will not forget. It is enough.
I hope that these stupid words make sense to the ones who receive this message….
I just…want…to…relax…”
Cruz, becoming less conscious and more in-touch with his visceral thoughts, tried to confirm the evident conclusion:
“I guess…that is all…AAAAH!”
Warm became heat and the whispers became screams.
“AMIGOS! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?!?! SHOOT THE DAMNED THING! OR TRACTOR IT, I DO NOT CARE!!! DO IT NOW!!”
This time Cruz was right, as he became paralyzed: The lack of self-control and resilience of Cruz made him highly susceptible to the device. Only eyes and thumbs could be moved, a mind trapped on a disabled body, looking at the clouds in complete impotency.
RE: Relaxation in Death - BobMacaroni - 06-27-2022
Juan knew what he had to do, but he couldn't do it. A piercing sound went through his ears, and he almost fell to the ground. But he had to do it, he had to press forward. Yet he couldn't. It had too much of a grasp over him. Juan could feel Cruz's thoughts, he could feel what Cruz could. Juan almost felt connected to him. Yet there was one person he could feel was not controlled.
Santiago.
Santiago had to do it. It was his time. It was now or never.
"s-Santiago... Y-you need to... destroy... it-"
Juan felt like his brain had been shut off. He stiffened up, then fell to the floor.