An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

[Mr.Fabulous]

"sniff... sniff... mommy..."

"... It's dark... mommy..."

"sniff... where are you, mommy?"

"OOMF! ... MOMMY!!!"

"... What's happening, mommy...?"

"... UGH!!! OOMF! Mommy! I want my mommy!!!"

"... Help...! HELP!"

"HELP ME PLEASE, MOMMY!!! LET ME OUT!!!"

"UWAAAAAAAAA!!!"

"PLEASE... HELP...... me.... mommy......"

"sniff... help... sniff... I just wanna go home... sniff..."

"Please... I just wanna..."





".........go ........ go home...... mommy... sniff...................."





























Katarn opened his eyes and found himself dozing off on the captain's chair in the bridge, the many gauges and consoles buzzing and whirring with delight as the ship moved in a straight line at cruise speed towards a now-looming green nebula cloud in front of the bridge window.


Shortly afterwards, a splitting headache engulfs the old man's head, and he tries desperately to rub it to mitigate the pain, yet to no avail.


"... Bah... Curse these... dreams..." He says loudly to himself, closing his eyes and trying to relax and shut out the pain.


[color=#99FFFF]"Must... concentrate......" The old man heaves in three deep breathes, each one slower and deeper than the one before it, until the last one he held his breath and exhaled with patience. He calmed his senses, his spirit, his presence, his sense of danger, his soul, and tried to feel the atmosphere around him. He concentrated into his head a singular imaginary point in the inky depths of the darkness, and tried to find peace amongst the chaos of his pain...


Soon, he fell back once again into a deep sleep, the background noises starting to fall silent, the roar of the engines purring till they were no longer heard, the creaking of the metal stopping short, and finally even his own breath fell undetected...




























"... A conduit to the master..."

"... Fear... Anxiety... Dread..."

"... A conduit to an ocean of confusion..."

"... New course... Awaken..."

"... The void... covered in an ocean of thorns..."

"... Doubt... Perseverance... Courage..."

"... A fleeting memory... a danger to all..."

"... Thrill... Excited..."

"... deep fallout hides the revelation..."







"... Disappointment... Hope... A new way..."




























Katarn once again opened his eyes, but this time with a wondering face, "... Eh... Now that... be a lot less sensible..." He rubs his forehead to find the headache totally vanished, [color=#99FFFF]"... Well, at least that splittin pain be gone now, HAHAHAHAHAHA!"


He gets up from the chair and walks over to the front of the bridge, eyeing the now close-by Malvada Cloud, the nebula used as the sacred grounds for the Corsairs: from a distance Katarn saw it to be very thick, possibly only giving off a few kilometers of viewing distance in all directions; he could make up a couple of strange black asteroids that were almost as flat as a pancake, lying parallel to each other, boasting a range of sizes and scales, a strange sense of solemness eminating from their thinly frames; even on this distance the ship started to impact on small, bullet-like projections of these asteroids, the shields fending these minihails off with an occasional buzz in the array like a bug zapper.


Shortly several minutes afterwards, the ship's navigational consoles fire up in yellow light as the ship entered the green cloud, the onboard computer's monotonic voice soon responding on the general intercom:

~~~WARNING: SENSORY EFFICIENCY REDUCED~~~
~~~SENSORY RANGE EFFICIENCY AT 10%~~~

The old man's face grinned with eagerness upon hearing the news. He slowly walked towards the Navigational consoles and looked at the map he got from Lucero, comparing it with the current heading of the ship's course...


... Aye... Steady as ye go... he thought.


Another warning soon flares up, this time to the left of where the first warning lights came on: it was the onboard radiation geiger counter of the ship, reading high levels of radiation starting to affect the hull integrity of the ship:

~~~DANGER: RADIATION DAMAGE DETECTED~~~

Katarn only laughed heartily at the computer's warning, ...Aye... The Malvada Cloud... Full o' radiation this lassy be... No matter how much radiation shielding ye may apply, the amount o' damage that be gettin through still be significant te the ship...


... No use o' adjustin power te the shields, eh? Well then... Me only hope, it seems, be Chronos on me side...


"Computer! Reroute power from the weapon systems te engines!" As soon as he finished the sentence the ship shuddered even greater, its cruise engines' roar now noticeably echoing around the halls of the ship, propelling the ship forward at break-neck speed. Even the old veteran wobbled a bit for a moment from the sudden increase of speed.


After getting his bearings back he went towards the Telemetric-Consoles of the bridge and viewed the current Nav-data of the area: only a scanning range of 1000 meters was observed from the data, which was not far enoughand not safe at all.


... I be thinkin as much... Rumor be that the cloud be too deep fer any scanners te work. It be lookin I needs te rely on dead-vision te navigate me way 'round here, hahahah...


... And this be not helpin at all if ever I should come te any form o' trouble... If ever I be caught in a'driftin, chances are I be spendin me last days here in the cloud as the radiation be tryin te eat away at me hull, see...


"... This... should be FUN, HAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAH!!!" He looks yonder at the window that revealed many black asteroids whizzing by the ship like fast-moving comets, the inky-green depths of the nebula too thick to see too far ahead, which only made the trip far more dangerous...

... 26 minutes later...

... The old veteran was starting to grow a bit bored from the long journey he had: the minutes seemed to pass in hours, the many buttons he had to press to steer the ship from numerous accounts of collisions with asteroids didn't help at all; so far, only a small 2% of hull integrity faltered from the radiation seeping in, yet Katarn decided to release the nanobots ahead to be ready for anything; overall, the need for constant vigilance kept the old veteran on the edge.


As he pressed onwards, suddenly something metallic made a large FIZZ on the shielding array, a different sound from the usual asteroid that impacted commonly, and the old man flinched upward in shock, "Huh?! What be that?! Computer! Power down main cruise engines and divert power te scanners..." After the ship stalled in a halt, he veered the ship around to find the object he bumped into.


Soon he caught a glimpse of a faint object just a few hundred meters from the viewing window. He moved the ship closer in for a look, and the result raised an eyebrow: it was an old Titan vessel, and from the looks of it was far older than even himself! It had no guns on it and was broken on several places, yet there was a flight suit in the cockpit which clothed a long-ago-rotten skeleton.


... This must be what Lucero be talkin about... an ol' elder from ages past...


... I be close te the sacred grounds o' the Corsairs, see... No telling if--- huh...?


He notices the ship reading energy signatures to be high somewhere close by. He pinpoints the location of the source, and proceeds to investigate...





... What he saw stunned him.

A jumphole was sparking in front of him: its green aura shone with mystery, the fullness of its shape was cloudy, its gravitational field was disturbing; lightning occasionally shot outwards from the high readings of energy the ship detected, but only for a few meters which posed no threat to the ITS-Logos; Katarn knew that jumpholes, especially ones like these, were dangerous things to toy with, coupled with the fact that he may have stumbled across one by total accident...


... Yet... It had... a beckoning feel to it... like an unfamiliar doorway in a familiar house... It seemed to call out to him, to activate the phase-alignment procedures and just venture deep into the other side, to find out what lay ahead and know its mysteries...


Katarn stood up from the captain's chair and approached the viewing window with wonderous, awe-struck eyes. He reached out to figuratively grasp the jumphole with his right hand, like a fleeting memory that started to escape him. His body started to feel calm... safe... relaxed...


... But... wait...


All of a sudden, he saw as his outreaching arm starts to shake violently. He stops himself and reels back slowly from the window, from the jumphole... Somehow he felt something he didn't feel for a long time, something that he didn't think he would remember once again...


... He felt... Fear.


Katarn slowly backed away, his body starting to shake, his vitality was starting to leave him, and then he even started gasping for air. Mustering all of the willpower he had, he fought off the feeling and turned away from the Jumphole. Sweating his forehead, he quickly punched in the autopilot to continue onwards to the intended course of his search.


... What... was that... I... what... what happened...?


... This... feeling... why... what be that jumphole anyway...?


... Maybe... when... when I find her... I be askin the lassy bout this thing... not now...


Katarn wiped away the beads of sweat that started to trickle down his beard, and continued onwards in his search for his missing friend Clare Campeche...

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