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trans_92010-11-24 12:23 am
thewunderkind) wrote in trans_92010-11-24 12:23 am
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My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]
"You look tired," a voice behind her remarked. Lash dismissed him with a wave of a hand as the projection towered next to her.
She had taken to coming to the sensoriums a lot more lately. They offered her a time off from everything; the engineering (which was fun and interesting) and the ranger training (which she might call Morphnominal ...if that didn't sound so cheesy). But something had been bothering Lash a lot more lately, even more so than she liked to admit to herself.
It was already hard to be a growing teenager stuck inside an intergalactic spaceship, yet it certainly had its merits, especially for someone who knew if she had continued to live in her World, would have ended up somewhere imprisoned for her crimes, but...there was worse.
Feelings. Black Hole was very discouraging of them. After all, conquering nations didn't want sympathetic officers, they wanted brutal commanders, something Lash had taken a liking most of her young life. She had been all that Black Hole could have wanted in a child soldier; brilliant, deadly and ruthless even to her own troops. How many weapons of hers had been used to murder countless others? Too much to count. Did she felt guilty about it? Maybe. A bit. Certainly a bit more than before.
And that's what scared her the most. Caring suddenly made you fragile. Her life was suddenly a lot more complicated; even looking at some of the guys on the ship, and that tiny pang of jealousy as soon as she saw them talking to other girls. It made her in turn notice how she suddenly felt, well...alone. Sure she was in a team now, and sure it reminded her of the happier days with Black Hole, but in the end the Rangers couldn't ever replace them and they weren't here with her now. The people she knew, like that tall guy next to her, with his tell-tale mohawke. Just an illusion, like the others around her. Was the real deal in the pods waiting? Each month made Lash less and less hopeful of his return and as her feelings grew and changed, she began to realize how much she missed his company.
"Nah, I'm just thinking of my next move," the wunderkind explained as she clasped her hand under her chin, looking down at the glowing display before her, and an all too familiar scenario. "Fighting against an A.I. is much harder than I thought it would be." All of her data on the other nations she had once carefully stored and kept so she could analyze what had gone wrong that day of the battle, now based mostly on her memories. And yet now she found herself on a very different situation; this time she was letting the A.I. play the role of Black Hole as she played the Allied Nations. As she walked, the scene around her changed. She pushed a few tanks backwards to bait them. Seven days had passed, and the laser fired at her units. Her Laser. The five hundred foot Death Ray she had built for Sturm those years ago. It felt so incredibly ironic.
"Damn it! At this rate I'm gonna lose. OH! I HATE loosing so much!" She pouted, crossed her arms in anger and nearly threw herself down to sit on the ground as the laser hologram harmlessly pass through her. The units behind her were completely obliterated. Well at least she could rest easy knowing how efficient that laser was?
"I'm not worried." Ha! For a few seconds Lash looked up at the man before returning to the puzzle before her. If she hadn't known any different, that could have really been Hawke sitting next to her. Wordlessly, she grinned and shut him off.
"Thanks birdbrain. Wherever you are." Holographic representation of him or not, Lash felt a tiny little better.
[[Open Log! Come bother Lash and talk with her as much as you like.]]
She had taken to coming to the sensoriums a lot more lately. They offered her a time off from everything; the engineering (which was fun and interesting) and the ranger training (which she might call Morphnominal ...if that didn't sound so cheesy). But something had been bothering Lash a lot more lately, even more so than she liked to admit to herself.
It was already hard to be a growing teenager stuck inside an intergalactic spaceship, yet it certainly had its merits, especially for someone who knew if she had continued to live in her World, would have ended up somewhere imprisoned for her crimes, but...there was worse.
Feelings. Black Hole was very discouraging of them. After all, conquering nations didn't want sympathetic officers, they wanted brutal commanders, something Lash had taken a liking most of her young life. She had been all that Black Hole could have wanted in a child soldier; brilliant, deadly and ruthless even to her own troops. How many weapons of hers had been used to murder countless others? Too much to count. Did she felt guilty about it? Maybe. A bit. Certainly a bit more than before.
And that's what scared her the most. Caring suddenly made you fragile. Her life was suddenly a lot more complicated; even looking at some of the guys on the ship, and that tiny pang of jealousy as soon as she saw them talking to other girls. It made her in turn notice how she suddenly felt, well...alone. Sure she was in a team now, and sure it reminded her of the happier days with Black Hole, but in the end the Rangers couldn't ever replace them and they weren't here with her now. The people she knew, like that tall guy next to her, with his tell-tale mohawke. Just an illusion, like the others around her. Was the real deal in the pods waiting? Each month made Lash less and less hopeful of his return and as her feelings grew and changed, she began to realize how much she missed his company.
"Nah, I'm just thinking of my next move," the wunderkind explained as she clasped her hand under her chin, looking down at the glowing display before her, and an all too familiar scenario. "Fighting against an A.I. is much harder than I thought it would be." All of her data on the other nations she had once carefully stored and kept so she could analyze what had gone wrong that day of the battle, now based mostly on her memories. And yet now she found herself on a very different situation; this time she was letting the A.I. play the role of Black Hole as she played the Allied Nations. As she walked, the scene around her changed. She pushed a few tanks backwards to bait them. Seven days had passed, and the laser fired at her units. Her Laser. The five hundred foot Death Ray she had built for Sturm those years ago. It felt so incredibly ironic.
"Damn it! At this rate I'm gonna lose. OH! I HATE loosing so much!" She pouted, crossed her arms in anger and nearly threw herself down to sit on the ground as the laser hologram harmlessly pass through her. The units behind her were completely obliterated. Well at least she could rest easy knowing how efficient that laser was?
"I'm not worried." Ha! For a few seconds Lash looked up at the man before returning to the puzzle before her. If she hadn't known any different, that could have really been Hawke sitting next to her. Wordlessly, she grinned and shut him off.
"Thanks birdbrain. Wherever you are." Holographic representation of him or not, Lash felt a tiny little better.
[[Open Log! Come bother Lash and talk with her as much as you like.]]
Oh yeah.
"Wow, manipulate luck? I can hardly conceive of how that power would function, given the subjective value of luck..." whoa Billy, we don't need to get into a whole lecture there. "And I'd certainly love to discuss technology with Sonja." She was pretty too, but he wasn't about to admit to that.
"They're a great unit.I just wish they were here to work with you."
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"That's Andy himself! Pretty okay guy, good with repairs, but man, sometimes he had stupid streaks. Didn't even know what continents are!"
Next, a man with orange hair and sporting way-to-large headphones. "That's Jake. He spoke kinda weird. Stuff like.." she put her arms in a sort of rapping motions for emphasis and a deeper voice. "Wassup Black Hole, we gonna pwn you," she let off a giggle and resumed normally, "I don't even think everyone in Orange star understood what he said! But...I guess I owe him my life. He decided to save us when Black Hole threw us out. Didn't have too, but he did. Cause that's what good guys do, he told me. Didn't think much of it back then, and even more when we decided to join forced with them out of survival, but...I guess hang around the dope enough and he grows on you."
She sighed. Next part was going to be more difficult.
"There's a lot more CO's but let's just skip the important ones." According to Lash, of course. there before them, stood the towering figure of the man she had once escaped with. "That's Hawke. Birdbrain. By black Hole standards, ruthless, merciless, and didn't take shit from anyone. Hell when Sturm tried to kill us all, his own reaction was to use his powers on him and take his place. Never really smiled either." She grinned. "He was the best at parties! There was a shift of power after he killed Sturm. Some guy called Von Bolt wanted to take all of the power for himself, and since we had just come out of a war, Black Hole didn't have resources."
"He, on the other hand, did. Crystals of immense power that could heal units, factories that could churn out more Black Hole soldiers that imaginable...can't imagine what might have gone on in Hawke's brain to have just taken over and getting his position revoked by a guy who could barely breath and moved around in a floating chair. Anyway, me and Hawke were kept in the dark about Bolt's real plan. He didn't want to conquer the world, oh no no no. He wanted to destroy everything and use the earth's power to turn himself into a super soldier and be immortal." Wow that sounded so science fiction-like when she put it that way.
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"Hawke, being Hawke eventually found out. Bolt figured he had outlived his usefulness so he sent out Oozium 238 after him. Here let me show you..." A dark form appeared before them the central reddish eye glowing faintly. It easily towered twice as both of them. She scratched the back of her neck. "He needed someone to barter with, and well...no one said Hawke was a nice guy right? So he grabbed me on his way out and that's how I ended up being with Orange Star." She looked at him again. "Kinda funny thing right? If Hawke hadn't grabbed me back then, I might had been killed off, or worked with Von Bolt some more. I guess that's the part of the story where the bad guys become morally gray characters?"
"I stayed with Hawke and Orange Star after that, and we kept ranking up victories! I even thought we had completely won once but it was just a dumb trick. In the end, when we finally were face to face with him...Jake couldn't do it. He couldn't shoot Von Bolt. So Hawke did it for him. Shoot his float chair life support. Now he was just a dumb old guy without any energy resources anymore. And guess what happened?" She didn't wait for an answer. "If you're thinking, 'well Lash, did he do like Sturm and try to kill everyone?' you win a prize! Hawke...decided to stay behind. Said it was a fitting end for someone like him," she pouted a little. "And then...well...the war was won. The Allied Nations were once again victorious and now I was a part of them."
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He could tell by the length of Lash's dwelling that Hawke was probably particularly important to her. "I'm glad Jake pulled you into Orange Star," Billy started with a smile. "You were all great, and I wish I could meet your comrades in reality. That Hawke had been saved...Stacy drew people from different timelines of the same world, so maybe he was."
Looking at the people Lash had conjured, Billy was silent for a moment, slightly unnerved by the illusions of her friends around them. He'd never personally summoned echoes of his friends, because knowing that they were imaginary would hurt too much. He'd probably never see his real friends again---like Lash, he'd lost hope
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She sighed a little, and the figures disappeared.
"Wow, this is really kinda depressing. Even for a girl like me! Let's talk about something else." She snapped her fingers. "Oh! I know!"
Pop! The ground shifted, groaned and grew and suddenly, a life size chess game. She looked at Billy.
"Uhh...if you want to play of course..."
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Chess! Maybe he could do that much with her.
"I used to chair my school's chess club, but our pieces were considerably smaller. Do they respond to commands, or do we push them?"
((...oh dear. The research going into this might take a while. I have a basic grasp on the rules but I don't play, and Billy's supposed to be a champ at it.))
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She pointed to one of the knights. Its eyes glowed red for a few seconds, and the horse's mane turned rainbow before becoming normal colors again.
"They move by verbal commands, but they also have a few extras from the normal models, teeheehee!"
[[Haha no problem, Lash is also good at it and I can't fight my way out of a cheese paper bag. We can use this as a guide and play it like that first match (Donald vs Robert). And skip as we go along?]]
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"All right, then we'll play. Which color are you taking?"
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