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Put Your Fingers to the KeysGravor raced back to their ship, Caravi right on his heels. He had no idea why he was running, but knew that when Caravi used that tone with anyone, with that sense of urgency, then it was for a very good reason, and accordingly, one did themselves a favor by simply obeying and not asking questions until Caravi gave some signal to indicate that the threat was passed.
Caravi slammed the entrance to the ship shut, barely avoiding catching his own ankle in the door's heavy weight. "Thristal, get your fingers to the keys and the shields up immediately!" he shouted through the hall, still at a dead run. "We've got a host of flying somethings on our tail."
Thristal nodded, his fingers already flying across the multitude of keys and buttons on the console in front of him. "The three main ones are at full force, secondary shields are up in three, two one... will that be enough?" he asked as Caravi skidded to a stop behind him, intently focusing on a screen to the si
Hanging From InsideGravor looked up after entering the oddly spherical building. The walls, and floor swept away from the hostile square door, forcing his eyes to follow their curving paths until they intersected. Floor became wall, wall became ceiling, and ceiling vanished somewhere in the dark distance. The room, he decided, was a perfect sphere.
"Come on in, Caravi." he called back over his shoulder. "There's a century's worth of dust in here- no one's been in here for a very long time."
"Never trust the dust." Caravi replied brightly as he crawled through the square door that stuck out so badly. "You never know just how inaccurate that can be. Just take Thristal's 'little' adventure on Wathonan as an example."
"Point made." Gravor said hastily, eager to change conversation topics before Caravi pursued that particular train of thought. "What do you think that is, up there?" he asked curiously while pointing above their heads at what appeared to be the center of the structure.
It Was Worth ItA sudden bitter wind gusted through the otherwise silent and empty lands, whipping at Caravi's clothing as he stood on the edge of the shore, the ocean's waves crashing at the toes of his boots. A storm grew behind him, he knew, at the base of the mountains, but he ignored that particular menace in exchange for the greater one that emanated from the depths of his soul.
"I bled for each and every one of you!" he exclaimed out of the absolute silence that he had maintained for nearly a week. "I bled, and would have died for you if there could have been any other way." He paused, his heart suddenly pounding, sending the rage through the rest of his body. "If that wasn't enough, I carry the weight of that cursed choice. There is not a single day that I wake up and hate myself for it. Not a single cursed day that passes when I don't have to force myself to get up and go on!" Bitter and utterly out of control, the rage and pain poured out, leaving a gaping hole in
Hate InsideHate Inside
To be honest, Caravi- more honest then you've ever been with us, I might add- you worry me far more then I've ever been when it comes to your well being. Physically, aside from the battering you've taken, you're nearly 'healthy' again- at least by your race's standards. And yet... you're still not the you that you were before you left. I don't understand you, that much at least you've made clear. I thought that I had begun to understand you but I see now that I was wrong. What sets you off? In one moment, we can breathe safely without fear of you exploding, but a mere minute later you've rocketed off in the opposite direction- a fully loaded bomb waiting to explode. What happened to you, out there? You've never been this erratic before, but then again we never did see you directly after what happened with your home planet. What fuels this monster in you, Caravi? What let it loose, and how are we to restrain it again? Is there even a way? Who are you Ca
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
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