![]() Character Application |
![]() Player Handbook |
![]() ![]() Ships & Crews |
![]() Discord Live Chat |
|---|
| Welcome to Lost In Serenity. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community!. New Player's Guide. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
| Deus Ex Phoenix; From the ashes rises... | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Feb 5 2013, 11:10 AM (1,259 Views) | |
| Grav | Feb 20 2013, 01:14 PM Post #21 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
As she leaned back into the chair, the front window before her lit up, casting strange shadows on the bridge around her as it passed through the window. Figures made of shadows stood around her, frozen in time. She recognized them. It was the people she had escaped with, the ones from the Red Dawn. They seemed concerned but about what she couldn't tell. She tired to speak, say something to them, but found herself mute. Reaching out, her arms were frozen where the lay on the flight controls. Suddenly the light disappeared, filling the room with darkness. She took a breath, enjoying the sensation of the sound. That's when she heard it, the faint whispering voices in the background. Sonya instantly recognized their voices, it was them again, her temporary friends. Some shouted, others whispered calmly. In all the confusion she picked up a few repeated phrases and words. The oddest of which remained: vial. She considered this, and the temperature rose a little. There was a low rumble from all around. She turned to look but could see nothing. The rumbling quickly rose to a violent vibration as the heat sky rocketed all around her. In the darkness, she shook and cooked, unable to speak or move, until just when she thought it was all about to end and…. Her eyes flashed open in an instant. She was somewhere different, a circular room lined with mirrors. The Doctor and Nin had vanished. Sonya lay flat in a low bed in the centre of the room, no restraints or devices of any type now attached to her, as far as she could see. |
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Feb 20 2013, 02:39 PM Post #22 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
Sonya tried to remember the people. They HAD been real, still were she figured. The names and the faces though, they were swimming laps inside whatever was sloshing around inside her head. She moved slow and easy to sit on the edge of the bed, her knees before her angling up just a bit due to the low level of the bed. "Remy." she said out loud. Not really intending to, but the idea of hearing the sound of her own voice as she looked at the infinite reflections around her. Reflections of Sonya Gulliver in a white smock. The cloth was loose, yet fit to her body. She stood expecting to her balance to be against her. It wasn't. 'Remy'. The pretty one. She remembered him. Pretty, worried, scared but toughed it out. Crazy shootouts, brainless spaceship maneuvers, running for your life; those things used to scare her. Now it was just another day in the verse. She had a destiny, but this... ? Sonya moved to the mirrors. Her reflections bouncing back; showing her all the Sonyas. The little girl scared on the spaceship, ignored by mommy and daddy; friends with the deckhands. The young teen, athletic sensation. There was Ninjar next to her, once just a small soldier toy; now full size and her mentor. Jaime fluttered about the room, the parrots body and the monkey head. A boys name, her mother figure though. Sonya the champion. Sonya the convict. Sonya the slut. Sonya the mother, Sonya the Executive Officer ... "Serious. no. Cyrus. And Vials. Lots of ... no it was Val. Not Vials." She turned to look, the crew had been there. The woman friend of Serious. Serenity or something; and the little one. Did she even have a name?" The mirrors moved. The Sonyas spoke and the Red Dawn rumbled somewhere. She needed to get to it. This must have been her crew. She brushed her fingers through her hair, watched the cool white cloth move and conform to her body. Not tight, smooth and easy like some very expensive memory cloth. All one, no stitches. No folds. Just one long scar along the top of her head to the back. Her fingers felt it. He neck was sore and very stiff. "Hundreds of vials." Gone. Only she was left. The crew skittered away from the mirror. Her imagined friends long gone. Only Sonya left. They'd gone. Left her behind. Dead, purgatory to consider, nightmares to find the insults to God that had been her life. That was it. "They took them." "And I'm dead." "shit. that doesn't make any sense either." She started to run along the wall, chasing herself. "Remy, Nin." she called out. "What the hell is going on?" If she went just a little faster, she'd catch one of the reflections. |
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| Grav | Feb 21 2013, 01:44 PM Post #23 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
The faster she ran the more her sprinting reflections began to blur. Her pace slowed slightly after a few seconds, but the reflections kept going, one mixing into the next. "Try as you might, rage as you must, you will fail." came a distant voice. At first she thought it was Doctor, but the voice sounded more commanding and authoritative. She turned, glancing around the dark room of shifting mirrors in fear. "Good." came the voice again, this time more soothing and feminine. All around her the darkness began to rise, first in brightness and then colour. Rising to a low white accompanied by a low hum and the sensation of warmth on her faces. It continued for a few seconds before Sonya realized she was lying somewhere with her eyes closed. Flashing them open, she took in the room instantly. She'd been moved to a large square room, lined with a mirrored surface. Looking down and around, she found herself alone, lying there in a soft, white cotton smock. Her wrists and feet were free of the bed now, which seemed less official looking. Testingly she ran her fingers up her neck…the brace was gone too. |
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| loneviking | Feb 26 2013, 04:06 PM Post #24 |
|
Master of Disaster
![]()
|
He woke up from his coma and sat upright quickly. "Nurse!" "Nurse!!!!" The man cried out from his hospital bed, feeling disoriented and in pain he yelled. He didn't know where he was, or who he was for that matter. He had a long scar down the side of his neck and smaller circular scars on his chest and back, all from the entry and exit wounds of multiple bullets. "Is there anyone there!!!" He cried out again, holding his hands over his face. "I... I can't see." His eyes were glazed over as tears slid down his face. He was fearful. "Hey!!!!! I need some help in here!" He was yelling so loud that Sonya could hear him from several rooms over. |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Feb 27 2013, 03:57 PM Post #25 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
That made her mad. Saying she was raging. A little frustrated maybe (no, she was mad). But being called that, that made her mad; so now she was full well justified. But rage without a target, and the exhaustion. There was nothing. Like a dial being adjusted in her head it turned to fear. The mirrors, her worst enemies, her selves. Had her surrounded. Sonya Gulliver was afraid. Not alone. Not left alone, with just herself. Then the lights, and a new room. She opened her eyes. Just like the old room. Only different. More mirrors. Not more mirrors, different mirrors. She didn't like this mirror stuff. There was some old story about a crazy hero that ended with mirrors, she'd read up on crazy heroes. Gulliver examined her hands, fingers. Limbs stretched out and under her. Sonya stood in the bed and stretched up, tried to limber as she reached for the ceiling. And then someone yelled. Sonya crouched, cocked her head to trying and figure which direction she had heard it, then a little bounce and she sprang in that direction, bare feet padded quiet as they landed on the floor. Her lips twinched up, she didn't like being barefoot. Sonya crept close to the mirror on the wall where maybe the voice had come from. She looked close. The edge of the mirror was slightly away from the one next to it. And there was a slight recessed oval close to the edge. She touched it and the door clicked and opened toward her. Gulliver stepped back quickly, that it was a trap seemed obvious to even her, "... said the spider to the fly." for reasons she didn't quite get. |
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| Grav | Mar 3 2013, 02:27 AM Post #26 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
As she sat up in bed and moved across the room, Sonya felt the muscles in her body ache. It wasn't exactly a pain, more like a sudden shooting sensation, as if her limbs were being used for the first time in years. Strange as it was, she made her way toward what appeared to be an exit. From the crack in the wall, she could see something from the world outside, the low blue glow from the corridor outside which now spilt in. |
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Mar 4 2013, 10:10 AM Post #27 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
Sonya moved the door open just enough to be convinced that 'yes', she could open it and go out. She stepped back. Pain and perseverence. Nothing new. Push through it, that would be easy. But she needed to make sure what she could do. A long deep breath, then another. Give the muscles what they needed. Gulliver slowly streched her hand up, then to the sides; then bend at the waist and slowly bend her knees to take her to the floor. Nothing went through her mind, her body told it what hurt. everything, and her body told her what was hurt so bad she needed to take precautions. Everything seemed to work despite the aches. And pain. Just pain then. Sonya Gulliver visibly smirked as she let out a long slow breath. She brushed both hands through her hair and narrowed her eyes. She stepped back to the door and opened it. Gulliver stepped out into the hallway. Without trying to think it through she followed her gut and turned right. The voice was in that direction. That this was all to easy was obvious, even to her. Doing something though was always better than wasting time trying to think of something better. Thinking of something better wasn't something she did well. Not ever. So keep moving. |
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| Grav | Mar 10 2013, 02:16 PM Post #28 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
"Please." came a crying voice from behind her. "Just tell me who I am…" but his words were silenced by a high pitched tone. A few seconds passed and nothing followed. Looking straight on down the hall, she could she a series of sealed, grey doors, no of which looked particularly interesting. At the end of the hall though sat a small arch, in the middle of which floated the warm yellow text 'Authorised Access Only'. |
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Mar 12 2013, 02:34 AM Post #29 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
The hospital clothing fit comfortable and just short of snug. The feet seemed a little exposed, her mania about her feet bringing minor worries to the forefront. But the soles were at least somewhat solid. She moved down the hall, the voice behind her; ignored for now. The sign seemed to hold more of an interest. For a moment she considered. The fog filled her head and she wasn't sure if it was a few seconds or minutes that passed while she considered the posting of such a sign. If you wanted to keep people out, the door would be locked. If it was not locked, only then would a sign be required. It was a quandry, but she decided that she'd try the door. Gulliver checked the handle. It was unlocked. She smiled convinced that she'd figured it would be just so. Sonya pushed the door open and looked in. It was a neat row of desks, a bit crowded. Computers lined up on them, various diagnostics that looked medical to her; but no people. She slipped inside after taking a look back down the hall. Gulliver figured she was playing into their hands. But there didn't seem to be any more options. Voice from the other side of the offices. She walked as quiet as she could, eyes roamed the computers. Gulliver stopped when she saw her name on one of the terminals. She took the chair and looked at the day's notes below her life support readings. |
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| Grav | Mar 14 2013, 02:59 PM Post #30 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
Despite her reservations, Sonya could see no signs of her being watched or monitored. Good, what they didn't know could any help her. With a quick tap of the keyboard, the screen jumped into life, with charts, information and surveillance footage beginning to scroll downwards. At first it was a lot to take in, there was so much information here, and it was all about her. Even to a professionally trained eye, this was going to take a long time to piece together, that or some sort of specific search. As Sonya pondered this issue, her attention was drawn to a small, blinking image in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. The thumbnail for which appeared to show an empty holding cell. At least, it appeared so, but something certainly didn't seem right. |
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Mar 15 2013, 01:51 PM Post #31 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
Sonya tried to slow down the data streams, but it was overwhelming. She looked for anything that would explain what had happened to her. Or as she was thinking, what they had done to her. The thumbnail distracted her. An empty cell, but on her screen; or was someone multitasking. Not something she attempted when using a com. Her eyes darted, she tried a few keystrokes looking for a treatment plan. While that command hopefully engaged, she tapped the thumbnail. Empty cells. How long had she escaped and left behind an empty cell. Memories twisted came streaming back in her own mind while the she waited for results from the data search and the thumbnail. |
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| Grav | Mar 17 2013, 01:27 PM Post #32 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
Sonya sat at the desk, the sound of approaching boots in the distance, unable to look away from the screen. Opening the folder, she was presented with an image of herself, lying naked on medical table. Her head lay at an odd angle, neck twisted at a strange angle, limbs covered in bruises, and a large scar ran across her forehead. Pulling back, she caught a reflection of herself in the screen, and sure enough, there it was. She pulled back, just in time to hear the approaching sound of boots. The image of the empty cell jumped into life, as a trio of uniformed guards entered the cell and began searching the blank, walled room frantically. ----------------- Corporal Benson took a few steps into the room, raising his voice for the first time. "The go-se do you mean, unlocked?" he asked, looking to the two young privates. "Not sure sir, but we spotted it on the feed…." one began, but trailed off soon after. "So where is she?" he asked. The pair exchanged a quick glance, then starred silently at the man. "Fuckin' brilliant." he said with a heavy sigh. Reaching down, he picked up a handheld comms unit strapped to his belt, all the while giving the pair a death stare. Lt. Commander Karyn Wychovski sat in the middle of the SecOps Centre, in what some might say was a rather unique looking chair. Dozens of screen displayed rolling feeds from around the ship, the IAV Ziggurat. It could be tedious, but in times like these, when the situation meant life and death, it truly felt worth it. Just early, she'd been informed she'd be overseeing the transfer of some serious scum. Up to from the planet, through her detention blocks, then off on the next transfer shuttle to darkest penal colony imaginable. But the thought was thrown from her mind, as a familiar voice buzzed in her ear. It was Corporal Benson. "Comm…Sir….I mean, Lt. Commander. One of the prisoners, it appears she's eh, missing." Before she even had a chance to reply, her PDA flashed into life. 'PRIORITY PRISONER ARRIVED AND IN CUSTODY, EN ROUTE TO HOLDING FACILITY PENDING MEDSCAN'. It all liked to happen at once, that was for sure. ---- Back in the office, Sonya had viewed the guards now apparent idling before continuing through the files on screen. She was alive again, in the images anyway. Hooked up to an array of devices with dozens of series of injections administered. She tried to query their names, but was simply given near incomprehensible strings of letters, numbers and symbols. Shaking the confusion from her mind, Sonya was able to focus again. Another face appeared onscreen, beside hers. His face was old, but warm. He looked tired, defeated but not yet broken. It changed suddenly to display that of a much younger women, eyes full of hope but her face a picture of fear. Sonya's heart cried out for them. Their faces, whilst familiar, didn't bring to mind any names. Edited by Grav, Mar 17 2013, 02:29 PM.
|
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| MacTrom | Mar 19 2013, 08:01 AM Post #33 |
|
Harbormaster
|
Kayrn let out a soft curse at the comm before responding. "Check the other rooms as well. Make sure they are still locked down. We have guests arriving and it won't look good on your record if we lose more than we gain. Make it hustle. " She clicked off the comm and stared at the myriad of screens. Why hadn't it shown on her monitor when the missing subject left its room? A fluke that she had just missed it? Or was there something more sinister involved? A dull ache tickled the edge of her left temple. An old wound that always acted up when she was tense. She scratched at the scar and then frowned and turned away. That's why I'm here and not out There. Sorry excuse for a pilot. That's me. Now I can't even keep my prisoners intact. |
|
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Mar 19 2013, 08:19 AM Post #34 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
Her own broken body kept Sonya transfixed on the image. Broken? How about dead? That was a dead body. That was her dead body. Sonya examined the scar with her finger, nearly healed, as perfect a surgical job as one could expect. Smooth and just a thin white line to indicate where her head had once been split open. But dead? Obviously not, she thought, just nearly so. She scratched at the scar and then frowned and turned away. The scar didn't bother her. She'd escaped a horrible injury and was now as healed as she could have prayed for. This was just too much to think about. Gulliver returned her attention to the screen. She needed to learn as much as she could before it was time to run. Again at the display, it was too much information. Screens moved to fast, she couldn't control the streaming. Names and numbers and then, she got it to slow. Then stop. Two people. Two faces. Old and young, man and woman, broken yet hoping. Faces that showed themselves inside her own head from time to time. She was pretty sure these were real though she couldn't remember them, she felt them. They were like her somehow, she thought. Empathised. Just trying to get along. And being hurt now, held, used, abused. Connected to her file. Why? They were connected to her. Oh what the .... Gulliver pushed away from the chair. Time to move. Those guards would be looking? where...? She moved to the door she had entered from, shut it quietly and locked it; then headed away from the door with voices and went through a third one. Edited by Tojoyama, Mar 19 2013, 08:21 AM.
|
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| Grav | Mar 19 2013, 01:57 PM Post #35 |
![]()
Rednomore
|
"Yes m'am, we're on it." came the quick reply from Benson, before the man began cursing to himself again. "You, bring up the security logs for this deck, I wanna know WHERE SHE WENT." he yelled to the more technically savy Private, before grabbing the other by the the scruff of his neck. "You, follow me. She can't have gotten far." he said rather hopefully, and stepped out into the hall. Sonya rapidly took in the information on screen without any immediate thought, in hope to make some sense of it later. Right now she had to focus on more important things, like remaining free. A few seconds later she was across the room and out the door. It shut with a soft click. Turning, she looked for another exit, further down the hall lay a third door with faded lettering on it, all she could make out was 'ACCESS'. It would do. Sealing it behind her, Sonya found herself in a small, darkly lit room that smelled faintly of engine grease, but looked otherwise pristine. Sets of ladders were attached to the wall opposite, heading up and down in to the rest of the ship, with little sound or sign of anyone else. Back in SecOps, Karyn was mulling over the disappearance. She pulled up the file on the missing woman. Her screen lagged momentarily before displaying a strange error message. Typical high tech Alliance setup, worked no problem until that one moment you actually needed it too. Whatever the case, this particular prisoner had chosen their time carefully, escaping from the medical facilities during a checkup no doubt. Another voice chimed in her ear, it was the ship's captain, Maru. "Wychovski, I want you keep tabs on two new guests we're now apparently housing." he said, not sounded too pleased at the fact either. "The bounty hunters that just came aboard with the priority case, make sure they're made feel….welcome." |
|
Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Mar 20 2013, 02:48 PM Post #36 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
access. That's what she wanted, access to answers. To escape? Once inside the access she realized she was on a ship, or a station. So? Up or down. Ships and stations, despite being in space were usually designed with an up and down perspective. Up meant bridge, comms, operations, security. Down meant engine rooms, cargo holds, shuttle bays. That's where she should go, where they'd expect her. Gulliver smiled at her own cleverness. She descended down a level, opened the door at that level then started to climb. Sonya figured there would be something above, an executive shuttle, escape pod. At least for now it meant buying time. The ladder would be easy, would have been easy. If she'd been in top form. After two levels above where she started she was breathing hard, muscles burned. She hooked an arm around the rung of the ladder and rested. Her feet hurt, the ladder was pressing into her feet through the minimal support of the soft soles of the cloth slippers that were part of the outfit she'd been put in. What she would give for a solid pair of deck shoes. Sonya started to ascend again, putting her mind apart from the pain and agony screaming from her muscles. Pace was key, she had to gauge what energy she had. Endurance had always been the greatest of her physical gifts. Find the routine, get into the game, keep moving. |
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| MacTrom | Mar 20 2013, 04:06 PM Post #37 |
|
Harbormaster
|
Karyn turned to her junior officer and jacked out her headset, picking up a remote as she did so. "You have the boards. Try not to lose any more prisoners. I'll be on the deck, escorting the new subjects. " She keyed herself out of the secured office, drawing her pistol as she did so, popping the clip to check a full load and slapping it back into the grip before holstering it. Problems only come in threes, right? Her minds spun around that old saw. Something her nana had said back in the distant past. Well, Nan, we'll just see about that. She tapped the key calling the lift and when the door sliced open, she stepped in and keyed the hanger bay where her new arrivals would be. |
|
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
![]() |
|
| Tojoyama | Mar 24 2013, 10:52 AM Post #38 |
![]()
Cap'n
|
Sonya hung on for life, dear life. She didn't know how many levels she had climbed. A look down was dizzying. The exertion had pumped the medications in her body through her brain, like flashbacks from heavy hallucinogenic. Her arms were locked around the wrungs of the ladder, her focus came back to the door next to the ladder. Sonya's hand reached for the handle, her legs shook. Feet wanted to slip off. The door swung open, now it was just a step onto the deck. Gulliver tried to push with her feet, swing a little, release the grip on the ladder with the remaining hand. She was frozen. The thought of dying, slipping and falling. Down below lay certain death. 'well, maybe not' they'd just put her back together again. She let out a snort of a laugh, "... all the kings horses and... " And without a thought Sonya Gulliver found herself splaid flat on the floor on the other side of the door. She breathed hard, struggled for breath. It was a struggle to get to her feet. The patient uniform was wet, her hair matted to her face; and sweat streamed across her skin. Gulliver finished the sentance, "... and all the king's men..." She looked around. Edited by Tojoyama, Mar 24 2013, 10:53 AM.
|
|
Sonya Gulliver Description Africa Chamberlain Description | |
![]() |
|
| loneviking | Mar 24 2013, 10:58 AM Post #39 |
|
Master of Disaster
![]()
|
<<Continued in 'IAV Ziggurat'>> |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() Join the millions that use us for their forum communities. Create your own forum today. Learn More · Sign-up for Free |
|
| « Previous Topic · Season 1 - Born Unto Trouble · Next Topic » |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
| Theme: Wild West | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
7:24 PM Jul 11
|

















7:24 PM Jul 11