Hyung's mind drifted in and out of consciousness. There was no one to help him this time. One part of him saw this "goings-on", as if from an outsider's viewpoint. Another part clawed at the cage of his mind. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
The psychic shock of once more coming into contact with the nomads had reverted the healing that Hyung had undergone in the last little while. Hyung's unconscious body stirred and moved around in the confined spaces of the combat service freighter cockpit. The memories that were behind the barrier broke through and once again raped his humanity. Mixed up flashes of running through the big navy ship, interspersed with the memories of those other nomads "Keepers.Ninurta" and "Keepers.Gebeleizis" so long ago. Hyung's mind was stretched beyond the breaking point and his body gave a shudder, his mouth gurgling froth and spit.
-----Flashback-----
Hyung acknowledged the comms and spoke curtly, wanting to get off this rock ASAP. The Liberty Navy and LPI had been after him, after the disappearance of Daniel Hale - Navy Officer, brother of the now-Admiral David Hale. Hyung had freaked to leave Liberty and went elsewhere. He was a Junker, he knew how to hide. He would wait until warrants and notices got buried beneath mountains of paperwork that the Liberty government were so fond of. He had worked hard and saved up enough for a Freighter ... newly developed by the Junkers to help out at Yanagi. He had kept his low profile, and had even changed the ship name identification in the IFF chip. Hauling scraps and poking his nose into fields and places where "normal people" don't care to fly.
-----Flash Forward-----
The nomads Scout[Tundra] and Gleamshrike had forced Hyung's mind open; Hyung had resisted but what can one person do against two nearby nomads AND his own memories? His already fragile psyche had been battered from without and from within. Hyung was only human after all. Hyung couldn't remember much from that time, but he did remember ... floating in space...so cold...a console, his hand smashing down on it...a figure in white, trying to restrain him, flashes of Liberty ships, broken and torn, gaping wounds and life flowing out. The shreds of humanity twinkling in the vastness of space, then snuffed out like a moth in an afterburner exhaust fume. Something was there, a darkness...something terrible. Hyung's mind snapped in terror and retreated.
-----Now----
Hyung body rocked, his arms flailing, his eyes receded into the back of his head, his neck lolling around on his shoulders. Sanity was lost in madness.
-----Flashback-----
"So..." asked Daniel Hale as they sped towards the trade lane ring that headed to fort bush, one he had used so frequently on duty now seemed somehow menacing. "..what was it you wanted to show me?" Hyung Soong sat there silently for a little while as they moved through space. Finally he said, "You ... I'm ...I gotta talk about this to someone. Never thought it would be with a lawman." Hale said, "heh". The memory jerked, Hyung's inner vision twisting ... Fragments of the next memory ... Hale said, "The nomads putting images and ideas into my head ... they -are- beautiful aren't they. What did they want?"
----Flashback------
The "Keepers" were inside his head. Horrible visions of Manhattan red with blood. Entire fleets of colony ships, military ships, any ship available, evacuating, no humans left ... the Planet turning translucent blue. The "one" known as Gebeleizis was showing him horrible stuff, twisting his insides. Unable to withstand the sheer force of will, Hyung's mind crumbled in on itself and vision after vision assaulted his so pitiful, limited frame of reference. These nomads were so far outside Hyung's reality, he couldn't grasp the depth and complexity of what they had done to him. Not infested...Not hybrid. But pitifully broken, used and tossed aside like the bad end of a dog's toy.
-----Flash Forward-----
Scout[Tundra] and Gleamshrike assaulting his mind, the trained healing barrier broken as if it didn't even exist. A faint memory of someone screaming ... wait .. that was him? What was himself saying? "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" all meaning stripped from his soul, yet again. A fading memory, a VERY large ship, the LCSA-Ft.Louisbourg, magclamping his small Junker freighter. Someone asking about him and mentioning alpha waves ... Someone else talking about an LPI officer Smith and shooting the memory shears off to the left in nauseating shimmers.
-----Now-----
Hyung convulsed, his arms spasming in morbid reflexes ... Vomit staining his shirt. The nightmares had returned. Would they ever go away? Hyung's mind screamed in frustration and rage, his body unable to do much more than keep his heart beating. His body, a shell, a cage, a stillness beyond what sanity can bare. His mind a raging torrent of psychological abuse and torment, no rest for the wicked.
For it is indeed true. Those who deal with the devil are bound to him in one way or another. In hell there is no rest.
Sovereign Wrote:Seek fun and you shall find it. Seek stuff to Q_Q about and you'll find that, too. I choose to have fun.
==============Battlecruiser ft louisbourg moments after the "encounter"===========
a young specforce captian sat glued to a security monoter it replayed all the events that had happened he was smokeing and he had a fully loaded Flachete slug thrower(really really big shotgun) beside him his personal ageira PMR-4500 "Lancer" he showed a man ripping reinforced bulkheads of fwalls raw pure plasma conduits from there bearthings behind said conduits pressing ransdom secure consoles shrugging off stun shots tossing marines like toys and like an inhuman force ripping a massive power conduit to a hanger forcefeild that was ;live and probly sevral thousand megawats out of its caseing forceing the hanger blast doors to close on the harsh vacuume
his ciggrette dropped to the floor " how can one man do soo much damage not even with my augments can i do that bare handed and he dident even have a powered EVA suit hell i dont even think i couold in my powered combat armor the best trained marines in the unit are on my ship and he swatted them like flys it-its impossable! and who are these names he keeps mumbleing gebeziles Ninurta when next we meet i wont take any chances im deploying he shock troopers delta opratives themselfs to each security team command has to see this ,mathers pout a call into genral simmons and LSF director julia wolf give them ful ldetials of the encounter ful ldamage stats as well a full full un altered report mark it priority and zeta encrypction no omega band encrypction "
the xo looked in shock"yes sir consider the report allready sent" patterson turned to tomas mathers his xo " you have the bridge i - i need a drink*and with that he walked off...shakeing and he never shook nor smoked unless he was fearful and he hardly feared anything
Voices. Images. Emotions. This was all that filled LPI Sergeants Joe Smith's head as his Liberator Raced around the Fort Louisbourg, letting streams of superheated plasma eat into the....hull?.....skin?....of the Scout-Tundra. His wingman, Officer Le, ejected from his ship seconds before it exploded. Images of The Junker ship mag-locked to the Fort filled his mind, and a command-Ram Hyung Soong!-reverberated through his mind.
The Liberator moved erratically, as Joe fought for control from the Nomads telepathic grip. His ship raced for the CSV II, but at the last minute, Joe partially regained control. The ship raced up, bottom barely scratching Hyung's ship. Joe heard someone yelling, and realised it was him. He poured on the speed, and raced for the nearest object, then pulled the eject lever.
Seconds later, the ship crashed into Maine's surface, a small explosion obscuring its white glow.
Darkness. Images. Purple-hued ships, feeding off of light generated by a star. A massive sphere enclosing a distant sun. An unknown planet-Xerna-a city floating in space, alien, but beautiful. A name, spoken by a thousand voices-Slomon K'hara-Light.
Joe opened his eyes. He was lying on a table. he could hear a med-tech talking over the radio-something about Alpha waves-then the Nomads-no, the K'Hara-took over. Joe sat up, trying to regain control and failing. He picked up a med-scanner, and hit the tech in the back of the head. "What the-ugh!" He picked up the pulse blaster of the fallen med-tech, and exited the room. Seeing another tech outside, Joe shot him in the chest, and proceeded to the cockpit of the CSAR shuttle. The door opened, the co-pilot said; "That you Bill?" and turned, to a pulse shot in the chest. The pilot jumped up and reached for his blaster, but fell to the deck after taking a shot in the chest.
Joe sat in the pilot seat, and a command filled his head-Louisbourg-He flew towards the battlecruiser, unable to resist.
----LNS Fort Louisbourg-----
The sensor officer looked up at Captain Patterson. "Sir, CSAR-4 is showing erratic movements, we've lost contact." Then her eyes grew wide in alarm. "Sir, the shuttle has hard-docked! E-deck, airlock 26!"
The comm came online:
This is Corperal Jenkins on E-Deck, Sir, the airlock just opened, theres someone coming ou-*pulse fire**static*
Captain Patterson slammed the comm control "Marines to E-Deck, Airlock 26 NOW!"
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Light. Pain. Darkness. Destroyed Liberty ships, floating in space. Consciousness returned to Joe Smith at that moment. He was behind a bulkhead, in what seemed to be an airlock. He had a Pulse Blaster in his hand, stunned marines were lying on the deck his body looked around the bulkhead, aiming at a marine. "NO!" Joe shouted, and difficultly turned the blaster on himself, then fired.
' Wrote:This thread is so stupid that a bird sitting on a nearby tree just EXPLODED.
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