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http://zouichi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-02-20 10:11 am

Out For a Ride [open]

On his last visit, Zouichi had visited the remains of one of the locked-down cities he'd passed through in the course of carrying out his missions. This time he wasn't particularly in the mood for a fight... but maybe he was in the mood for a ride.

The environment had taken on the form of the structure he sometimes saw in his dreams, an interminably long organic expanse. Sometimes the landscape grew upwards, into a mass of domed, seemingly alive city buildings. Sometimes there were portals underground, passages that delved deep into its core, whose walls were lined with the unidentifiable biomechanical innards that pulsed with the alien life of this place.

Actually, come to think of it, it reminded him a little of Stacy.

The area he was on now was a vast expanse of some unrecognizable material... but it was flat and solid, and therefore perfectly fine terrain for the XLA. Around it was not a sky, but the emptiness of open space. Whatever strange atmosphere surrounded this place was completely transparent, allowing anyone present to simply stare out at the stars.

He eased the motorcycle forward, with Fuyu hovering over his shoulder like a pale ghost.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Anwei had been nervous about the Sensoriums as soon as she heard about them. A full immersion virtual environment sounded like a very effective tool for memory editing to her, especially considering the haze that some of the ship's crew had about their situation.

But everyone else seemed to use them - and apparently some social functions were held in them. So she might as well explore now, and with a guide if possible. There'd be a safety telltale, surely.

As soon as she stepped inside, though, her breath was taken away. It looked like a spaceport, with holograms masking out the great derricks and rolling towers used to access the ships. An empty spaceport that at any moment would be filled with incoming ships, flatmovers, people, hustle and bustle and noise - the noise of home. Above it the stars, each one seeing to call out Come, visit me.

Rolling towards her was what looked like what an Earth motorcycle would want to be when it grew up. And aboard was a familiar figure - with company.

"Hello!" she said, waving.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's working away while I'm here. I'm trying to make sure that Stacy's translation engine can handle alien medical terminology in a consistent fashion." Anwei really, really did not want to think of what might happen if the translations were wrong.

She gave a formal half-bow to the hovering hologram. This must be Fuyu. "A pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no, it's been very good at handling humanoid medical data. It's when I give it data about alien species that are non-humanoid, that have multiple organ systems that don't have any parallels in the current records, that I have to double-check and make sure that she is assigning unique terms to every different system, and grouping them appropriately." She cupped her hands in the air in sort of a shoulderless shrug. "Of course there aren't any species such as that awake currently on Stacy, but if we ever meet or make alliances with one, the database will be invaluable."

Anwei touched her fingertips to her right ear. "Thank you, Fuyu. I have an AI companion, Horanckk, who is unfortunately MIA. I hope you get the chance to meet both of us someday."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, not my intention at all. I'm just being very cautious." The last thing she wanted was a reputation for mishandling data.

Anwei smiled. "Horanckk has always been the best of companions to me - although he originally was just supposed to supervise me. My family never thought that as soon as Horanckk told me how I could do it, I would start improving him, giving him more abilities. He has grown so much - and so have I, with him. But - he wasn't with me when I was rescued. So I suspect he's not in one of the pods. Or hiding in Stacy's memory."

She frankly appraised the massive black motorcycle. "Did this belong to you as well? My, and I thought Stacy was being generous in giving me a shirt and a handful of datastores!"

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Anwei's eyes widened. "You remember being brought onto the ship? Was - do you remember who did it?"

"I didn't have a chance to negotiate for better terms, unfortunately. The last thing I remember, I was on Earth, in an ice storm. I was standing over a pool of water, and I had a shovel with me for some reason. There was something in the water. Something black and white and gray, and I couldn't quite figure out what it was. I couldn't quite see it. And then a flash of light and - here."

She gestured at the wide expanse around them. "Is this supposed to be a spaceport? It rather looks like one."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's unfortunate. I wish there was some way to figure out how we are located and rescued. It must be quite an operation: to dive into the middle of a dimension that is coming apart, to locate one person or a few people, and then to somehow escape." She was imagining a hurricane in space, shredding the planets and stars and all between them, and something - someone? Stacy? sliding through and plucking out just one life, and then vanishing.

Anwei looked off into space for a moment, which meant that her eyes drifted in two different directions. "I was on a long-term field assignment. I was just supposed to stay in orbit, but I got curious and went planetside. The link to Horanckk cut out and," she twitched all over, "I was stuck. I suppose Stacy rescued me from at as well, got me back into space where I might have another chance of finding him."

"Interesting that you'd dream of it. It doesn't look like any specific port, but sometimes they use holograms to cover ships and infrastructure over. Have people land on instruments, and not reveal who they are parked next to." Which was quite nice if someone didn't want to be parked to, say, a ship full of mercenaries.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-02-20 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There had to be records somewhere. The destruction of a universe should have huge repercussions, shouldn't it? As soon as they got to a planet with a decent integrated trans-system communication array, Anwei was going to get some answers.

"No, no, I didn't have an instance of Horanckk with me, he wasn't certain he could integrate with the local computer equipment. He was in orbit, with my transport, and I was talking to him through the audio feed and then he was just," she touched her right ear again, "silent. And I did everything I could think of to try and contact him again, and I couldn't. I could get an automated signal from the transport, but no conscious response from him." She sighed. "Which doesn't sound like the way the Ohm operate, at least."

She rubbed her foot experimentally against the ground, or whatever it was. "Organic? Not usually. I've seen crystalline, and nanoformed ceramic."

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[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Alex entered the Sensoriums, and immediately froze, staring up at the strange array of stars above him with his mouth just a little open. Having spent his whole life in the city, he didn't even register the roar of the motorcycle, even in the relative silence of the landscape.

Alice, the small rat on his shoulder, darted under his jacket at the roar. She had been getting used to the lack of the honking and roar of traffic.

[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Alex shook his head to clear it and tore his eyes away from the sky. "Oh, Z-Zouichi!" Alex scooped Alice out from his jacket and stroked her head. "I d-don't think y-you got a ch-chance ta meet Alice l-last time."

[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Alex awkwardly juggled Alice so that he could offer a handshake to the pale girl. "N-nice ta m-meet you." He seemed to be getting used to strange occurrences, like girls appearing hovering over motorcycle handles.

[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Alex went bright red, and scratched behind his head. "Y-yeah, I t-try... I h-have a lot of t-time on my h-hands, s-so I do a l-lot of work on it."

[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
He began searching his pockets for where he put the system that Stephen created for his games. He found the Gameboy Advanced-looking system in his jeans pocket, and held it out toward Zouichi so he could look with his partner. It was a strategy game throwing one army against another with increasing difficulty.

"W-well... She's f-from my home... B-but I d-don't actually remember." He bit his lip and rubbed at his arm. He still didn't know why, but he seemed to lack the memory of pod caverns. He couldn't even take a guess as to what they might look like. These sort of lapses in memory weren't exactly strange to Alex though. They had just become less common since he arrived on the ship.

[identity profile] hack-rat.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
He shook his head, "I-I don't think so... b-but... w-well, there m-musta b-been some part of it th-that r-really upset me.

"F-for the game, you s-select the ch-character for options, m-move, a-attack, whatnot. I-if you start a n-new g-game, you c-can g-go through a tutorial t-too. There's a-another s-save slot o-open still."

[Minus the awesome story line! XD I love Fire Emblem too, but I love the whole Strategy RPG genre.]

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