Wrong Place, Wrong TimeAlistor was perfectly content lying immobile in his bed and staring up at the ceiling tiles, soaking up the residual warmth seeping from his overly puffed blankets. He never had been a morning person, and now was no exception.
"Another day," he sighed in a tired voice, stretching. The cartilage in his knees ground and popped almost pleasantly as he stretched, and he allowed himself a grim little smile. Another reminder that he was still alive, still who he had always been. Still a man by the name of Alistor Brandt going on an even forty years old. Constant reminders that he remained himself in the face of all odds.
He sighed once more and sat up, twisting around in both directions and listening to the musical popping of his spine. He always had talked to himself, every day he could remember. Alistor had grown up an only child, living with strict parents who forbade him visits with friends and kept him on the family property at all times. Of course his
Opaque Seas of TransienceHeidrich walked briskly down the open hall, his feet echoing sibilant metallic notes between the polished steel support beams. He wasn't in any particular hurry, though his quick pace said other wise. He figured it was the many years spent living in this bustling city, running to and fro in the almost oppressive crowds, every single person he had ever met always in some kind of urgent hurry. He mentally berated himself for missing this opportunity and slowed to an even walk. The appointment was still a good thirty minutes away, it made no sense to run. Heidrich was determined to glean a small portent of unhurried peace before he found himself busy again.
And, for but a few precious little minutes, he found his peace, and that made him happy. He had never really thought to stop and actually see what he saw every day. The thought had simply never occurred to him. And yet here he was, thirty long minutes away from a procedure that would change his, and humanity's, life for good, at perfec
Corrupted InvaderIt laughed at her; a deep guttural purr from the rumbling depths of nightmare; and the Hunter cursed underneath her breath. The creature had disappeared from sight, rendered itself invisible in this spectrum with the help of advanced cloaking technology. Frantically she switched visors. Thermal: nothing save pools of Phazon coursing cold blue. X-ray: a spectral tracing of a corrupted nervous system, drawing on the Phazon for help.
Quickly she aimed and began charging, hoping she could land a hit on that corrupted blue heart lest the fight begin anew. And the last thing she wanted was to start over again. Not after she had just managed to blow off all the Pirate's armour, leaving it weakened and exposed.
Summoned by their Master's plea, a group of Plasma Troopers appeared. The Hunter disregarded them as mere nuisances, threats to her as mosquitoes to a horse. She only had one chance, one opening, and if she wasted it on the Troopers her real foe would strike back twice as
Such Indifferent Corruption...Lifeless, decayed.
Jutting spires of stained and corroded steel rising from the floor of constantly bubbling acid, towering above the Hunter like slowly dying sentinels. Always watching. Always mourning. And always dying.
In a state of constant dilapidation. If not for the regular repairs from the Space Pirates their impenetrable fortress of steel and stone would have collapsed long ago. And heaven knew Zebes was trying so very hard to make such a thing happen. It was always pushing, always pressing in with rocky hands and a guttural voice, desperate to rid itself of the unnatural Pirate cancer slowly killing it from the inside out. But in the end it was nothing more than a planet, a natural force. And it could do nothing against technology, no matter how hard it tried.
But the Hunter was so close, so near the revenge she had made her life's duty to dole out. The leader, the overlord, the brain. It was so frustratingly near. Buried so far down in this technological he
Such Dark Silence...Nothingness.
Cold. Black. Absolute.
Stretching to infinity back and as insufferably lonely as the ocean floor, a whispered thread of sorrow before slipping silently through the cracks. Everything was dead. Dead walls, dead floor, dead machinery. Littering the derelict vessel like steel and glass plants, thick pipes worming into the mechanical ground, looking for their electric fuel. But, nothing. Ever since the last organic creature had died countless aeons ago, the lifeforce had gone with it, leaving the ship as cold as the space through whence it came and its hull as battered and ancient as the deadly debris it had travelled through.
The Hunter was silent, not even the faintest of sighs escaped her pursed lips. She never did like it here. For even though the gloomy underwater ocean of Maridia was sad, the wrecked ship was sadder, and where the roaring voice of Norfair screamed in rage, the wrecked ship was infinitely angrier. The only place surpassing it in terms of emotion was Brins