Post by Carnelian on Mar 28, 2019 22:49:13 GMT
The pod had come out of nowhere. Carnelian had of course heard of the tournament, advertisements had been broadcast virtually everywhere. However, he never thought he'd be invited. He shouldn't have been. Nobody knew he was alive, or if not alive, animated. So imagine his surprise, if you will, when he contacted his crew they all confirmed that they too were selected to join the tournament. He would of course compete, if only to stretch his legs and brush off the dust of four hundred years. So after getting his office in order, setting his staff on standby, and locking the doors, he stepped into the pod.
Space travel always had a way of calming Carnelian's nerves. The slowly drifting motes of light, the vague sense of motion, the sound of his assistant's voice encouraging him on-
<<Carnelian.>>
He shivered slightly, the gentle hum of the life support catching in his ear. Really, the pod was very well made, making fantastic time through the cosmos, travelling at a ridiculously fast clip. Wherever he was going, this backwater planet they called 'Earth' in the tournament ads. It wouldn't be long before he arrived. A couple of hours at most, he reckoned. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and dozed, his breathing slowed and rhythmical.
Carnelian woke with a start. The pod shook and rattled as he entered the atmosphere, and through the viewport he could see a vast blue sea, sprawling verdant continents, and scattered islands. It wasn't long before he landed, and as the cockpit hissed open the sounds of the tournament rushed in, dispelling the comforting silence. The bustle of the crowd, the shouting of venders hawking their wares, the distant sounds of sparring, it all came to him at once. Shaking his head, he stepped out of the pod.
He walked around for a while, watching the people around him. They were of all types, from all corners of space, so he didn't stand out as much as he worried he would. After a bit, he thought he saw Enyo flying over the crowd, and he meandered in that direction. Maybe he'd see the rest of his team.
WC 370
PL 7553 / Light Weights (35% bonus)
Space travel always had a way of calming Carnelian's nerves. The slowly drifting motes of light, the vague sense of motion, the sound of his assistant's voice encouraging him on-
<<Carnelian.>>
He shivered slightly, the gentle hum of the life support catching in his ear. Really, the pod was very well made, making fantastic time through the cosmos, travelling at a ridiculously fast clip. Wherever he was going, this backwater planet they called 'Earth' in the tournament ads. It wouldn't be long before he arrived. A couple of hours at most, he reckoned. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and dozed, his breathing slowed and rhythmical.
Carnelian woke with a start. The pod shook and rattled as he entered the atmosphere, and through the viewport he could see a vast blue sea, sprawling verdant continents, and scattered islands. It wasn't long before he landed, and as the cockpit hissed open the sounds of the tournament rushed in, dispelling the comforting silence. The bustle of the crowd, the shouting of venders hawking their wares, the distant sounds of sparring, it all came to him at once. Shaking his head, he stepped out of the pod.
He walked around for a while, watching the people around him. They were of all types, from all corners of space, so he didn't stand out as much as he worried he would. After a bit, he thought he saw Enyo flying over the crowd, and he meandered in that direction. Maybe he'd see the rest of his team.
WC 370
PL 7553 / Light Weights (35% bonus)
