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It was Anastasia. You wrapped your hand around the link and pulled back, the small act making the winding roots that were imperceivable suddenly reality. The empty cores echoed back the life from the manned Phobos around you. The other pilots were unaware of your position. You reach out aiming for an inactive Umbral core, from within the void you had no way of telling what type of Unit it was. But you doubted it mattered. Pushing against the boundary within the murky orb, within your very mind you felt the thin translucent veil give way, each finger protruding the fabric of consciousness further and further until it snapped in twain. Projecting yourself along a winding and dark route, the empty core trembles at your intrusion. However it did nothing to reject you. You weren't really there, or so you thought. You assumed you were simply spying on the interior. Which as you had guessed was empty.
The stiff and frozen metallic body sends a faint sensation through your own floating form. You experimented, trying to rouse the slumbering core. But it wouldn't react as sequences danced through your thoughts. Intruding on an empty house wasn't very impressive, so you allow the neural tides to usher you back into your own Umbral nerve center and set your eyes on the nearest Phobos. It was one of the other boys from Delta, you weren't familiar with him. Besides occasionally seeing him with his unit. Inquisitively you reach out, ignoring the general chatter over the LO Comms. Delicately and slowly your mind reverted itself outward, slipping through the veil only growing easier and easier. The steady beat of the boy's heart drew you closer and closer along the bright and bold tendon of the hidden system. Down the thin muscular fiber you approached until you found a membranous boundary halting your path.
You pressed a hand against it, feeling his words vibrating along your limbs, he was talking to another pilot. Both were counting down as they proceeded to test motion ranges. He was distracted, you took the opportunity and pressed through. Sinking into the cold core. Down within the depth of the first layer you lurk, he was still operating the machine from an arms length. Wary, he had every right to be. After all he could end up like Anastasia for all he knew. You question the safety of your own actions. But the excitement and sheer discovery of the secret connection and exploiting it was too alluring. The Half Soul had shown you it, whether <span class="mu-r">He</span> intended to or not. Gingerly you float closer to the Delta Pilot, reaching out a hand you gingerly poke the base of his foot. Before quickly ejecting yourself. Something Wicked snatches you back intently in time to witness through your own observer lens the Phobos' sudden jolt, the right knee joint buckling for a second. A worried voice stammered across the open LO Comms. "Something touched me!" You grinned fiendishly at the revelation. Giggling to yourself like a little school girl.
