Frost Stone

[Daerune]

The equipment laid unused and untouched, the programs had since been shut down and the equipment fully powered down, there was no dust as there was nothing alive up here being it was sealed it had anything supporting the room canceled meaning the air its self even pulled out. The room was pressurized now and everything running again, the equipment cleaned and sterile how ever, he no longer needed it he remebered everything and if he concentrated enough he could 'relive' anything from his memory, but this was a danger as it was mostly impossible to tell reality from the memory.

Everything was as if some one had plucked the sun out of the sky and only had left the faint glow of the stars, things started to clear and so did the world around him, brighter and familiar. four walls, nothing on them, the air was chilled as it entered Via a vent you'd not be able to stick your head through and one hand span observation windowed door. His head was weak just as his body was and his head lofted off to one side his head shifting to look at the door. A dark shape cross over the window for a brief moment before disappearing again. Compelled to sit up he attempted to do so but each movement to and upwards position was a struggle and so he had to settle for his back to be leaning against the wall. His arms felt like lead and the burning feeling tore through them. And that's when the flashes of memory he experienced then also took over, even in the dream he lost the reality of that as his mind was dragged.

brief and blurred images of a cockpit, dead bodies and blood, then only blackness with the seance of weightlessness, the scene of falling, the sensation of the wind as he rushed past it towards the ground his back to the ground, he rolled in the air and then there was the sound of a zip and a quick sound of fabric being dragged across each other before a hard yank cause his memory come back into focus on the intended memory state.

He focused on the moment and remembered where he last stood before entering this alternate world stored in his head. Back into his preasent body he'd shift his head to look around, lightly tapping his thumb aganst his leg in though. He exited the room and took a brief walk through the Anubis. "Frost Stone, that's our new call sign." A pulse from the surveillance strip would be the only acknowledgment.

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