>>5146229The nothing of blackness became grey and from there the numbers and colours returned. Along with your Name.
<span class="mu-r">"Mortimer. Hah, A Fool's name. A Tool's name."</span><span class="mu-g">The Sea of Death? The Drowning Boy!</span><span class="mu-b">"DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH"</span>The voices. Your voices. You ignored them, your eyes opening to meet blinding light, the light of existence. A slow throb echoed through the light, the hissing snap of static. The Communication systems latch on, sudden vibrations feed into your orb. Shifting into words. "Pilot. Status? Over." It was Mistress Yuga. You had your grip now, the colours twist into a kaleidoscope, the Umbral Core hummed. Finally responding to your own eyes opening. The Core did the same. Tenderly it reached into the temporary observer module. And the hanger bay surrounded you. "Mistress, Visual uplink complete. I can see you all. Over." Your own vibrations are accepted by the comms unit and fired back out to the small figures standing below you. Looking around you tower over the scenery, down the colossal space you could make out people at work.
With sight you floated comfortable in the air, rolling and flipping. Your body is given free rein within the Umbral Core, vision staying stationary, reacting only to the urging of your mind. Snapping in and out of ranges makes you feel a little motion sick. Faces became clear and perfectly framed, you tested the eyes further. Reading out hard hat sign regulations. Rereading no smoking again and again as you hunted for sign after sign. You turned, watching the faces of other pilots, they all looked in awe up at the orb. "Pilot, Prepare for Primary Linking. Good luck Morty. Over." The words slashed at you, a mix of sympathy and what you might mistake for affection inflected the frequency.
Yuga's lips trembled, you could see the anguish on her face. Others might have missed it, a tick of nervousness or trepidation. But you. You had watched her face for years, you thought nothing could affect her so much. Especially nothing to do with you. You felt the snap and grind, untethered the Phobos began to reclaim you, taking you within itself.
<span class="mu-b">"DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH"</span> <span class="mu-r">"DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH"</span> <span class="mu-g">"DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH"</span>>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say? Write in.>LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE>LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE>LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE>LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE>LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVE LIVERoll 3d6-1 Mind Test.
Target is: 13
Best of three will be used.
