It would appear as If my messy little thread has been promoted from the lower concourse to the project logs section. Truly an honor, I shall try and not disapoint
I felt it was time to shake the dust off my keyboard and see if my fluff gland is still functional. So without further delay, may I present the second part of "Incident 173: Embras
" (first part can be found earlier in my thread HERE
“Shas’La, look at me.
Vash! Look at me!
Am I simply to believe that your entire team as well as the weapon in your hands simply disappeared Shas’La? Do you understand how this sounds? How Am I to know that you haven’t lost your mind or had an unforseen chem reaction?”
“With great respect Shas’El, My story has echoed within these chamber walls a dozen times now. I have re-examined every detail as it has passed my lips, I have questioned every memory in the maelstrom of my mind. How could they possibly be real? Believe me when I say that I understand full well how outrageous my sad little tale sounds. I have been the first and most vocal in doubting my own sanity, That is, Shas’El, up until YOU walked through the threshold of my chamber.”
“I have been submitted for every test the Fio can muster, Shas'El Vel'ar. My testimony has been recorded a dozen times from a dozen different angles. I am sure that right now as we speak, the tone of my voice is being forensically examined as well shape of my facial expressions being mapped. I know that you have likely examined these reports in great detail Shas’El, and I know that if you believed I was insane, you would not be here now.”
“So then, you believe that what you saw was real”
“It is an unhappy conclusion to arrive at. It is an odd circumstance when simply being insane would have been the more desirable outcome…. How happy I would be if I could disbelieve the testimony of my senses. How happy I would be if I could believe that what I say had not come to pass. How happy I would be if you could dismiss the memories of which I speak as the ravings of a lunatic.
But you can give me no such reassurance…. can you’ Shas’El.”
“What happened next Shas’La?”
“*sigh* It felt as if I were the victim of some cruel joke, everybody was gone. Nothing made any sense. My eyes shut while in one place and opened to expose another entirely. Everything my senses were telling me went against the laws of space and time. I was experiencing the impossible. It couldn’t have happened ….But it did.
I was stunned. I shut and opened my eyes over and over again foolishly and desperately hoping that it would somehow return things to the way they were, that this had been some kind of visor malfunction or I had suffered some kind of seizure. But reality could not be persuaded.
I slammed my back into the nearest wall, trying to garner some sense of security as I assessed my situation. I was still in the compound, that much was clear at least. I raised my hand to my helmet antenna and opened a broadcast.
“Dagger 4-1 this is dagger 4-4……”
I held my breath as I waited, my need for oxygen outweighed by my need for a response.
“Dagger 4-1. This is dagger 4-4, do you copy??.....
This is Shas’La T’au Vash contacting ANY dagger elements, does anyone copy?.....”
I scanned across the entire frequency range, secondary, emergency, even service channels. But there was nothing. No familiar voice, no comforting explanation, nothing save for a hissing static loudly mocking my isolation.
I screamed into my helmet with as much anger as there was fear.
“Shas’Ui Dier! ANYONE?!”
But nobody replied. The buzzing static remained my sole companion.
I hammered my clenched fist into the charred dirt beneath me. Explanations would have to wait, I needed to find my team. I reached down to my ankle for my utility blade. Too afraid to look and find it gone, I pleaded to the Aun that its handle would meet my grasp. My shaking fingers rasped clumsily down my ankle until they pinged against the blades hilt. The relief was overwhelming. Maintaining control over even such a small and benign object in a situation so out of control brought strange comfort. With an appeased sigh, I tore the blade from its sheath and set out in a cautious stride.”
“So, you felt as if you were gaining back some sense of control over the situation Shas’La?”
“HA! If that was how I felt then I would have been sorely mistaken Shas’El. I dashed from corner to corner like a pursued rodent searching for a crevice in which to disappear, all the while searching for my bond mates. The distant thunder once again began to intrude on my consciousness. I could see the maelstrom of wind and ash had begun to violate its imagined border and enclose the research station. It wasn’t long before the dark ash engulfed the station in its veil. The shadowy cloud spiralled through the stations pathways as the gale howled through the formerly still facility.
Fighting against the intensifying storm, I stumbled back to the main entry gate, hoping to find Er’ath, Kress and Cal,Nars still waiting with the devilfish….Instead, I felt my last most desperate bastion of hope shrivel and die with what lay before me…..