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I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot
[ The ship should not exist not in any normal capacity as it lies deep within the hostile and active remnants of a stellar nursery. But even within the industry of the nebula, bustling with radio-energy and magnetic fields so powerful that it could rip the hydrogen off a water molecule, the ancient vessel remains. An untold millennia ago, the activity of the stars bursting into existence would have drowned out any signal of energy from the ship itself, but as time has marched on, so too does the nutritious atoms of the clouds that fuel the explosion of life among the stars. Now the strange, signature energy given off from the ship seeps through the columns of cool space gas, able to be detected.
It is through that reading that the Alliance task force finds it, the wholly intact dormant ruins of the ancient ship, untouched and undisturbed by the activity of its dangerous stellar infants. Then by following the source of the energy to the core of the ship, it is also that they find her: a woman kept within a glass stasis chamber, appearance no different as it had been when she had first stepped within. The leylines of the ship all route back to the pod, their hue a constant, ominous green that gives off neither heat nor sound. It is here that the power pools-- or, perhaps, the point from which it vectors, for upon the woman's chest sits a crystal of the same hue. The sign of the Aegis.
Visions of a war long past are locked behind a seal to her, yet she remembers enough that the dreamless void in which she sleeps carries nothing but her fear. Thus she also knows that her stagnant state within the vessel is how she is meant to be. Sealed, stopped, frozen, kept within a stasis. And if that seal should ever break, if she should ever awaken once more, there is only one thing she must seek to do: end her existence.
There are no alarms when the intruders enter the chamber, no notifications that alert her to their presence. No code required to lift the glass above her body, or break if it they should choose. So while it will be quite a surprise when the stasis pod is opened, for now she remains dormant and unaware. ]
It is through that reading that the Alliance task force finds it, the wholly intact dormant ruins of the ancient ship, untouched and undisturbed by the activity of its dangerous stellar infants. Then by following the source of the energy to the core of the ship, it is also that they find her: a woman kept within a glass stasis chamber, appearance no different as it had been when she had first stepped within. The leylines of the ship all route back to the pod, their hue a constant, ominous green that gives off neither heat nor sound. It is here that the power pools-- or, perhaps, the point from which it vectors, for upon the woman's chest sits a crystal of the same hue. The sign of the Aegis.
Visions of a war long past are locked behind a seal to her, yet she remembers enough that the dreamless void in which she sleeps carries nothing but her fear. Thus she also knows that her stagnant state within the vessel is how she is meant to be. Sealed, stopped, frozen, kept within a stasis. And if that seal should ever break, if she should ever awaken once more, there is only one thing she must seek to do: end her existence.
There are no alarms when the intruders enter the chamber, no notifications that alert her to their presence. No code required to lift the glass above her body, or break if it they should choose. So while it will be quite a surprise when the stasis pod is opened, for now she remains dormant and unaware. ]
no subject
His eyes are rapt on the crystal, as though hypnotized by the bright color of it. For a moment, it's a challenge to remember the breath and air in his lungs. To have traveled so far, and then be faced with this.
What is he supposed to do?
One of Cain's hands releases his weapon, and he raises it up, palm facing outward.]
We're not here to hurt you.
[Another step forward, this time nearly in range of touch.]
Will you come with us now, Pyra?