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55: The Third Elthrice Campaign Pt. 2
Spiro followed the Faceless Man as they were wordlessly ushered into a tent by those standing outside. Their prisoner, an oddly thin Orbital, looked bruised and bloody; pigments meant to hide his skin seemingly washed off his face and upper body - despite the rest of him seemingly still in disguise. Wet rags and bloody rags covered one table, although the room seemed cluttered with gadgets. They were undoubtedly Earth technology, though, many alien devices dedicated to specific purposes as opposed to the Elthrice technology that seemed to do everything at once while being integrated into a larger device or person.
Read more…54: The Third Elthrice Campaign Pt. 1
The first indication their introduction was about to go bad was a burst of transmissions between the ground and jets above; the second indication being that it stopped. “Heat management or durability?” ACE asked, using intentionally fast words. Before a response could be given, however, the jets fired upon them. He dropped the craft in altitude quickly, hoping the thrusting mechanisms could counteract the otherworldly G forces that were in effect as they had during the simulations.
Read more…53: California Sands
“Here we go” Basil said, stepping away while trying to untangle himself from wires. “And you’re sure it will work?” Spiro asked, questioning Basil’s confidence. “Well, one way to find out. Flip that switch and either it’ll work, or the whole city will go up in flames.” Basil replied in a joking manner. Spiro flipped the switch on the new UPS the two had just installed. Some RGB lights turned on and the city did not go up in flames.
Read more…52: A wolf in a Lamb's Clothes
“Is everything okay?” Basil asked, running into the Arkepello bar and drawing everyone’s attention. General Tobias looked at Basil, seemingly amused, and answered the question directed at Aurora. “Yes, I was just showing Aurora some maps, and she was hoping you could join us.” Basil breathed a sigh of relief, the adrenaline from Aurora’s text that read “At Arkepello Hotel. Please help.” leaving his system. Tobias continued “Come to think of it, Basil, you still know that Amigoso spy?
Read more…51: Recollections
Basil’s memories were disturbed by a vibration in his pocket. Basil with his scruffy beard entered his Arkepello hotel room, sitting across a table from Grey. Time had passed since their fight against the Elthrice, although this was the first time he’d stepped foot on Domum since that day. Since then, aside from a short radio conversation with Tobias, he hadn’t interacted with Domum again. Throughout the weeks, except for one impromptu outing, he mostly kept to himself; drinking and trying to forget what had happened - until Grey reached out, saying they needed to talk.
Read more…50: The Mountain
The last thing Lewis could remember was falling. The blizzard set in earlier than expected, and one wrong step had sent him plunging into the depths of a crevice hidden beneath the snow. His head throbbed and he could feel a great pain emanating from somewhere, but he couldn’t make out where the pain was coming from. He tried to feel around for his radio, but between the dark and his confusion he only managed to nudge a piece of gear.
Read more…49: Picking up the pieces
“Basil, is that still you?” Spiro asked, fear and uncertainty in his voice. Basil turned around quickly, face fully healed, and Spiro jumped back. Basil froze in place, mind returning to himself as he stared into the blood soaked dirt, some time later stepping backward and responding in a shaky voice that no longer carried the whispers it once did. “I’m not sure.” Spiro looked as if he was about to vomit, but his words carried a more collected tone.
Read more…48: Rejected-Death
Something was very wrong. He was lying there with two weapons beside him, though he couldn’t remember why. A being was standing near him, pretender standing by the arch; both so easy to see, even as he lacked sight. Something stirred in him, a strength and rage flowing through his veins that he could not comprehend, urging him to rise to his feet. He wasn’t aware of moving, his body feeling numb and rubbery, but in an instant he was upright to confront the other being.
Read more…47: Abyss Awakens
The dreamer stared into the vast abyss once again, as he had before in another dream. The abyss grew and contracted, leaving the dreamer to watch in peace. Soon, however, the voices began to speak. They spoke, a thousand voices speaking at once, all different and all incomprehendable. The dreamer was disturbed from his slumber by the sound of these voices. “Quite!” he shouted. Or perhaps thought? One needed a mouth to scream, yet the dreamer did not have one.
Read more…46: A death worth dying
Basil kept walking towards where ACE had said the Lizard King was. His joints ached, and the gunshot wound on his stomach kept reopening. Still, he knew it could be worse - he would probably have collapsed from pain or exhaustion had it not been for the additional doses of painkillers and amphetamines. He finally found the tall man, now sporting several more bullet wounds than he had last seen him with, although luckily nothing life threatening yet.
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