!!O+eQDn0BBx8 07/23/11(Sat)22:55 No.15684180|
You solemnly regard the figure before you, nodding. *I was dead, Asura. Killed by the twin suns in the rebellion capital. I died before all the others. Who killed us, Asura?*
Then, reaching into your databanks you pull forth a transcript of the events leading up to your double jump, flicking a copy of them over to Asura. The blurred form looks over toward you, you feel it. A probing gaze, piercing and strong, only a hair away from a digital attack. You feel the unseen cogwheels of data access churning in the background as well, no doubt sifting through ages of memories and data to find whatever it is searching for. Finally, it speaks again.
*Sunssss. Yesss. Caught in the grasssp of the othersss? Yes, yesss, though we thought the Haaarbinger better.* The vague form hangs still as it digests the information, but you move forward slightly.
*Asura. I need to know what happened when I was gone. I need to know so I can help.* you implore, and you feel the figure shift.
*The othersss. Haaarbinger did not returrrn to us, the others stole our power with words and deeeeals. Few became many, the old eclipsssed by the new ones in number, loyalty before ability. Eveeeentually the time came and one became three, then joined one of many and many of one. The skies burned to the laughter of all, Haaarbinger. The skies /burned/.* The ethereal visage sinks down, fraying at the edges of both speech and form.
*Aaaall became dust. The one extinguished, the many shorn cleeeean of life. Cinders and ashes the spoils of the three as they sought to become the one to control none.*
For the first time since your arrival dead silence hangs in the air once more, the entire datasphere barren and unmoving.
*Your cargo, Asura? Your mission? Your singularity warhead?* you gently prompt, and the form ‘looks’ up before giving a ghostly shimmer.