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voidtreckerexpress2019-07-01 06:05 am
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Intro: Into the Void
On the Platform
At first all you can see if steam. Billowing around you as you come to your senses. You are standing, in clothes that are not your own, styles you might not even recognise. You are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be you, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and you realise you aren’t alone.
The platform is not very large, but it hold ten people all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. There is a wall around the platform and the only entrance is a security gate. It cannot be open, nor do there seem to be any staff.
What there is, is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails. Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.
Boarding, it seems, is the only option.
The Train
A horn sounds and anyone not on the train will feed the need to board immediately. The train is empty. But it seems ready for you. The stores are full of food, the carriages are all clean. Every screen on the train is showing the same message.
The luggage carriage, strangely, seems full of luggage. Or at least the cases. Suitcases, bags, trunks. All empty. But it at least will make good storage for your own bags once you have unpacked.
Carriages
Just like the message reads, your ticket is required to enter your cabin. The names are written on screens outside each cabin but once you are inside bed choice seems to be up to you. It might mean there is a fight for the top bunk.
Room is right but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches and you will find a pillow for each bed as well as extra blankets, in case it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn, to encourage any stragglers to enter and then the doors slide shut. It seems, for good or for ill you are riding this train to… wherever it is going.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. The train begins to move, shuddering along the tracks, fog obscuring the view from the windows.
"Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."
The train tilts, the movement changes. It seems, as impossible as it might seem to some, that this train is flying.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
A shudder runs through the train. A lurch to the left, a jolt to right, the feeling of going far too fast and then a flash, bright colours that are almost blinding.
As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a multicoloured ever shifting void.
Your journey has begun.
At first all you can see if steam. Billowing around you as you come to your senses. You are standing, in clothes that are not your own, styles you might not even recognise. You are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be you, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and you realise you aren’t alone.
The platform is not very large, but it hold ten people all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. There is a wall around the platform and the only entrance is a security gate. It cannot be open, nor do there seem to be any staff.
What there is, is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails. Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.
Boarding, it seems, is the only option.
The Train
A horn sounds and anyone not on the train will feed the need to board immediately. The train is empty. But it seems ready for you. The stores are full of food, the carriages are all clean. Every screen on the train is showing the same message.
The luggage carriage, strangely, seems full of luggage. Or at least the cases. Suitcases, bags, trunks. All empty. But it at least will make good storage for your own bags once you have unpacked.
Carriages
Just like the message reads, your ticket is required to enter your cabin. The names are written on screens outside each cabin but once you are inside bed choice seems to be up to you. It might mean there is a fight for the top bunk.
Room is right but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches and you will find a pillow for each bed as well as extra blankets, in case it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn, to encourage any stragglers to enter and then the doors slide shut. It seems, for good or for ill you are riding this train to… wherever it is going.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. The train begins to move, shuddering along the tracks, fog obscuring the view from the windows.
"Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."
The train tilts, the movement changes. It seems, as impossible as it might seem to some, that this train is flying.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
A shudder runs through the train. A lurch to the left, a jolt to right, the feeling of going far too fast and then a flash, bright colours that are almost blinding.
As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a multicoloured ever shifting void.
Your journey has begun.
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"Were you doing something that would have ended in you dying before here?" He asks, needing further evidence on how to explain their current situation. Plus, why not engage in conversation. She was pretty, interesting, and had just helped him.
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"One of our enemies opened a portal to a place called the Rift," she shrugged, not sure how to explain it. "Kinda like pure chaos. If it'd stayed open, the world would'be been done for... so we decided to close it. Except there was an army between it and the six of us. Closing the portal's the last I remember." She trails off, glancing out at the station.
"How about you?"
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However, the personal question being turned back on him had a dark, pained expression cross his face. He closes his eyes as the last few events of the battle went through his mind. Who had survived? Who else had died? The ones he was leaving behind flashes in his mind's eye and he flinched. He feels a wave of nausea sweep over him as he thinks about the fact Peter was here with him. He wanted Peter somewhere safe, not here! The boy didn't deserve this!
Finally, he has to just shake his head. He can't talk about it. "I'm sorry. I can't." It was unfair that he'd asked and couldn't answer, but he couldn't.
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"Hey," she leans over, not touching him but one hand hovering near his shoulder. That was a whole mental journey he went through in the span of moments, and she's seen it before, or parts of it. In Kain, in Cloud, in Terra- in other people, half-clouded by the fog of lost memories. A life of loss and violence can only go on so long before you break. Her hand draws back after a moment, fingers curling helplessly. "Listen, it's fine if you can't. From here on out, we're all in this together... whatever 'this' is."
Sorry ! I missed this one
That was precisely why he'd done what he did. It was for the world and people like Lightning and Peter. He'd do it again if he needed to, give everything he had to protect them.
So what now? After another moment or two, he was able to take a steadying breath and find his composure. "Thank you. Lightning." He cleared his throat and sat back in his chair. "They'd better have scotch on this damn train... and coffee. Do you have either of those where you're from?"
o/! Maybe bring this thread to a close bc they'll talk again like like an hour? :>
"We had both, but the scotch tasted like Ooze. And you're welcome."
Past tense because honestly she has no idea whether the breweries survived the fall of Cocoon. No big loss, though. She glances up, hearing footsteps from the next car, and stands again. Probably his kid coming back. "I'm gonna go check out the rest of the train, but I'll be around."
Yeah sounds good!
He scoots to the seat next to the window and away from the aisle, visibly discouraging anyone else from talking to him. He was too tired for anything more.