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Home: From the First Kiss"How... how did you know that it was your home planet?" Gravor asked curiously, taking advantage of the older being's surprisingly talkative mood. "I mean, after being lost outside of the continuum for so long, you said it was difficult to ascertain any sense of direction of time or place."
Caravi smiled thoughtfully, his expression softening with the memories that were evidently peaceful. "It was from that first kiss of the sun," Caravi replied. "I knew it then. There, something called me to it. It's a sensation that can only be experienced, not explained. Something irrevocably drew me home, and back into the continuum. I knew it was home, and the feel of a sun that was my own served to confirm that."
"And the time?" Thristal asked. "You were so disoriented.."
"It had to have been some time before the planet died. That's all that mattered." Caravi said, his expression darkening abruptly. "Otherwise I would never have reached it. Once a planet is sent beyond the continuum, it is lost.
Nowhere Sounds like SomeplaceNowhere sounds like someplace
"What do you mean, 'We're in the middle of nowhere?' " Caravi demanded after Thristal's startling report. "We simply can't be nowhere! It's impossible- look again, surely you can find a vague time, or place... anything."
"It's as I said, Caravi." Thristal replied. "All the instruments read true, and yet, they're each saying that we're off the continuum, somehow. I don't understand it."
"You're not the only one," Caravi muttered dryly under his breath as he began fiddling with the instruments. His eyebrows narrowed the further along that he got. "I don't understand this- somehow, inexplicably , we're outside of the the continuum. Something highly impossible, I might add."
"A known fact," Thristal said faintly. "You've mentioned it no less then three times now. The question is- what now?"
"We get back on," Caravi said simply. "It's a dangerous place out here, and the sooner we're back on, the happier I'll be. They
Jump on a TrainJump on a Train.
"What's it like, crossing the dimensions on your own?" Thristal asked curiously after the others had departed to attend to their individual projects. "I mean, we've done enough crossings in the ship- but from what the readings and you say, it's an entirely different situation on your own- like how you've been doing it these past few times.
Caravi was quiet for a moment, deep in thought as he searched for a way to best explain it. "What your machines and readings tell you means next to nothing." he said finally. "Have you ever tried to jump on a train? To get on to any sort of vehicle already in motion? It's something like that, only magnified. It's dangerous- not just the act, but the feelings that accompany it. That's why my race refused to let any others make the jump unaccompanied. The senses would overload your mind in an instant. Imagine jumping, from a cliff that's miles high, knowing that there's a plane below that will catch you, but you c
Thinking BlissThinking Bliss
For once, all was peaceful. There were no planets to rush off and save, no wars to be deflected, no enemies anywhere near, and therefore no need to go after them. It was peaceful. The day started with a brilliantly colored sunrise which turned his home-planet's sole mountain range a deep shade of rose-y gold before continuing on it's way to light the rest of the planet's surface. It could have been perfect. Not could have; was. There was no reason for it to be anything else. For once, in a great many centuries, his dreams had come true- a visit to the planet he had called home since he was young, his birth planet. A gentle wind swept past him, and on it, he could smell the aethir blossoms. Summer. His favorite season. Caravi hardly dared to move, lest he destroy the absolute silence and tranquility that soaked into his very flesh, easing out the tensions and pain that he had carried for so long. It was good to
How This World Turns ColdHow this world turns Cold
THe sky was bitterly bright, as if to defy the nature of the emotions that accompanied Caravi as he stood on the bridge that spanned the great Avarkeeni Gap. It was silent, as one might expect at this hour of the morning, on this particular planet. Down, miles below at the bottom of the Avarkeeni Gap, a river flowed, and he knew there was a great city that flourished on it's banks. Or, at least, there had been.
Caravi gingerly held his hands in front him, one writst barely resting on the other, the fingers of each gently splayed, slightly curled, but as relaxed as possible. They caused him the least amount of pain that way. The pain served as a poignant reminder of what he had done.
The city below, and all of it's inhabitants had been successfully relocated before the great bridge collapsed a mere two weeks in the future. It had been at the expense of two common farmers who were anything but what they seemed to be. In their las
Tired of Laying LowTired of Laying Low
"I've had enough of this," Caravai exclaimed unexpectedly, startling nearly everyone out of their seats.
Everyone looked to him, hoping an explanation was about to follow.
Caravi all too willingly obliged. "We've been wandering around for too long, trying to follow signals that always seem to fade out at the crucial moment. I think it's time that we make ourselves known."
"But.. that will put us as a prime target!"
"Yes it will," Caravi agreed happily. "Which is precisely the point. This way, we don't have to waste our resources in following their misleads. They'll come straight to us!"
Done with These EndeavorsIt was, Zimot decided, time for it to end. with every day that passed, he had watched Caravi's state of mind slowly weaken until now. Though only guessing, it certainly appeared as though Caravi had not actually slept in over a week, and instead was relying solely on his body's systems and the all too frequent energy supplement to push on through each progressive day. It was time for him to really sleep. Zimot knew, somehow, instinctively, that Caravi was close to caving entirely and giving up. He could sacrifice his everything only so many times, and from the body cues that Zimot finally understood, he knew that Caravi had reached the end of his rope. It was time for a beak from the meaningless endeavors that he threw himself into on order toe escape the present. Whatever the next mission or planet saving scheme was, Zimot would see to it that Caravi would not slip out on his own again. This time, he would be surrounded and supported by those he knew.&
In the Crystal BallIn the Crystal Ball
He had caught the crystal sphere with one hand, surprising even himself with the task as his reflexes were hardly healed from their latest damage. He also, however, immediately dropped said sphere onto the hard pavement in the middle of the street. Surprisingly, it didn't crack, or roll away. For that matter, it did nothing. As a perfect sphere made of what appeared to be crystalline glass, it defied all odds. That was why Caravi continued to stand in the middle of the thankfully empty street at approximately 3:27 in the morning. He stood, bending over in order to better examine the odd object that had quite so abruptly shocked him. Caravi slowly brought one hand over it, gingerly coming closer until he was all but touching the opaque surface. Nothing happened. He twitched one finger, touching it. something did happen. Something big, for that matter. As if from some large source of energy bottled up inside of the object that was most certainly
Brain DeadBrain Dead
Brain dead. That's how they really wanted him to come out of the last battle. Not physically dead- there would be little point in that- not much left to study from a brain that was rotting as they worked, nor the curious workings of his unusual heart and lung system. No, they did not want him physically dead. Certainly, brain dead though- otherwise he would cause far too much of a problem, as he had already the last time they attempted to capture Caravi for study. They wanted him alive, but so far out of it that he could never return. There was one way to force him into that situation, and for the first time in centuries, they had the right technology. Caravi knew this. For the first time in centuries, he was trully scared. Never before had his life been this close to being on the line. He was not happy with that fact. Caravi knew that if they even came close to getting their hands on him, he was a doomed man.
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