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trans_92009-06-20 08:14 pm
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Leap of faith
Kyle's been having some trouble finding his way around. Back home, the buildings - and the entire city - are laid out with a grid system. It's neat, orderly, and easy to navigate. Looking for B-3-7-4? Basement three, seventh column, fourth row. Easy. This ship is an entirely different matter. But after some time wandering (he can see now, what the old man meant; it's easy to lose one's sense of time), he's finally stumbled across the Sensorium. It takes some more cautious poking and prodding to get it to work. Computers have never really been his strong point, but Stacy is helpful enough that he manages to get it to work.
Which is why he's standing at the edge of a twenty-story building, peering thoughtfully at the buildings fading into the distance. As far as he can see, it's an exact replica of Pelinor's rooftops, pulled straight from his memories. Truly amazing.
He stretches his leg muscles a bit, wondering if they've atrophied or weakened during the time he was 'asleep'. There's no better time to find out. Making sure his messenger back is securely fastened, slung across his back and with the straps pulled tight, he looked up at the ceiling (there's no better place), and requests Defenders to fight.
The first one appears with his back to him, halfway across the rooftop. Like the rest of his comrades, he wears black - black body armor, black shirt and pants and boots, black helmet. The word 'Defender' is undoubtedly emblazoned in white across his chest.
Time to find out what this place is capable of. He runs straight at the holographic guard, and then past him. On his way, he grabs the man's wrist, tears the pistol out of his hand, and twists him around, so he can drive his elbow into the back of the Defender's neck. His fighting isn't exactly graceful, but it's fast and it works.
The next Defenders appear as a pair, facing him, guns raised, and he goes straight for the disarm again. No matter how good the holograms are, though, he would love to have a spar with a real person, maybe one whose fighting style he doesn't know, and he wouldn't mind company in general. Feel free to step in, and maybe ask why he's beating up police officers.
Which is why he's standing at the edge of a twenty-story building, peering thoughtfully at the buildings fading into the distance. As far as he can see, it's an exact replica of Pelinor's rooftops, pulled straight from his memories. Truly amazing.
He stretches his leg muscles a bit, wondering if they've atrophied or weakened during the time he was 'asleep'. There's no better time to find out. Making sure his messenger back is securely fastened, slung across his back and with the straps pulled tight, he looked up at the ceiling (there's no better place), and requests Defenders to fight.
The first one appears with his back to him, halfway across the rooftop. Like the rest of his comrades, he wears black - black body armor, black shirt and pants and boots, black helmet. The word 'Defender' is undoubtedly emblazoned in white across his chest.
Time to find out what this place is capable of. He runs straight at the holographic guard, and then past him. On his way, he grabs the man's wrist, tears the pistol out of his hand, and twists him around, so he can drive his elbow into the back of the Defender's neck. His fighting isn't exactly graceful, but it's fast and it works.
The next Defenders appear as a pair, facing him, guns raised, and he goes straight for the disarm again. No matter how good the holograms are, though, he would love to have a spar with a real person, maybe one whose fighting style he doesn't know, and he wouldn't mind company in general. Feel free to step in, and maybe ask why he's beating up police officers.