Blaze-37 (
rekindledtitan) wrote2015-07-23 12:44 am
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Excerpt 001: Enquiring Minds
TYPE: Patrol log
LOCATION: Ishtar Sink, Venus
rekindledtitan ], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Aran, Samus [
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ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Samus Aran; Chozo; Ishtar Sink; Hezen Protective; Pelsor; House of Winter; Drevis; Blaze-37; Ishtar Academy
They land in a clearing on the city outskirts with grass under their boots and a heavy overcast above. The breeze that greets them is hot and humid, a little acidic. Around them is a densely-grown treeline, with broad leaves that are near-luminescent shades of green. Their rustle is echoed by the distant wash of waves from beyond the ruins.
Blaze turns to scan the area, hopeful of opposition even though her Ghost already checked the site. The broken towers and city blocks are quiet within the overgrowth. But then it’s not the human ruins which really stand out. To the north a massive volcano takes up much of the sky, belching out a noxious plume of ash and gas. Small wonder that each shift in the breeze makes the scent of the air waver between sulfurous and salty. Over the hills to both south and east loom dark geometric structures. Look at them with anything other than the optical spectrum, and they emit some very peculiar readings.
“At last,” the Exo remarks, feeling a thrill that doesn’t break her readiness. Her head’s turned up to check the skyline as she speaks. Then she's moving for the buildings. “We’re in Guardian territory, more or less. Doesn’t stretch too far yet. Won’t take long to find some trouble.”
LOCATION: Ishtar Sink, Venus
PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [
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ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Samus Aran; Chozo; Ishtar Sink; Hezen Protective; Pelsor; House of Winter; Drevis; Blaze-37; Ishtar Academy
They land in a clearing on the city outskirts with grass under their boots and a heavy overcast above. The breeze that greets them is hot and humid, a little acidic. Around them is a densely-grown treeline, with broad leaves that are near-luminescent shades of green. Their rustle is echoed by the distant wash of waves from beyond the ruins.
Blaze turns to scan the area, hopeful of opposition even though her Ghost already checked the site. The broken towers and city blocks are quiet within the overgrowth. But then it’s not the human ruins which really stand out. To the north a massive volcano takes up much of the sky, belching out a noxious plume of ash and gas. Small wonder that each shift in the breeze makes the scent of the air waver between sulfurous and salty. Over the hills to both south and east loom dark geometric structures. Look at them with anything other than the optical spectrum, and they emit some very peculiar readings.
“At last,” the Exo remarks, feeling a thrill that doesn’t break her readiness. Her head’s turned up to check the skyline as she speaks. Then she's moving for the buildings. “We’re in Guardian territory, more or less. Doesn’t stretch too far yet. Won’t take long to find some trouble.”
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//I'm fine,// Blaze answers insistently, her voice rough. She's moving stiffly as she leans out to shoot at the cyclops' damaged eye, her armor scorched and smoking. The first answering blast splashes against the corner of her cover and undoes any recovery she's managed. But she's on her feet. //We just ought to finish off this bunch.//
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Agreed. And then perhaps get Ghost to another terminal. I'm thinking if the Vex can shift the architecture to their advantage, why don't we do the same, and cut straight to whatever's controlling this place?
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//
Are you sure that's a good idea?
////Sure it is, Ghost. We wanted to learn about the Vex-// Her attention drawn by fire from hr left, Blaze bolts out to deal with a trio of surviving small infantry. //Best way to do that is go for their heart. Or... brain, or whatever. You get the point.//
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I won't ask you to put yourself in danger, Ghost. Well, more danger than the being-shot-to-death we're already in. If you're worried the Vex could back-hack you if you plugged in again, we'll play it safe. But being at their mercy in all this shifting architecture makes me nervous. In their place, I'd keep us running from one ambush to another, wear us down without ever giving us even a chance of reaching our goal.
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//
All right. I detect a terminal near the shaft behind that cyclops. I'll try to break into their controls and find us a viable target. But I don't understand their network well enough to make any promises.
////Good enough. Which way?// The Ghost answers with a marker, and Blaze breaks off to sprint past the cyclops, heading for the area behind that raised platform. The terminal in question is a dull metal console that looks only half-assembled.
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If you can get coordinates, we can PINpoint to it as a last resort, but I'd rather not do that so often that the Vex figure it out for themselves.
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I definitely agree with that.
"After that, there's just a couple of remaining infantry units to shoot down. The Vex reinforcements seem to be running late.
"Wasn't much of an ambush," Blaze comments, glancing around before she inspects the circular pit. "Hey, we could always just jump down there. Must lead to something."
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That's an option. Can you get a map up, Ghost, give us an idea of where it leads?
*Not that a negative answer would be a deal-breaker at this point.*
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Working... wait. This looks familiar...
" With a throbbing hum, the stubby console reconfigures: a white-light grid forms above it, resolving into a new interface that resembles a ship's wheel. The Ghost scans it, and then tries accessing the red optical port in the center. Blaze takes a look at it, then peers down at the pit. Inside it sweeps down like a bowl, before dropping into a deep central shaft. A dull red glow has begun to emanate from below.The Ghost bobs in front of the new console, shell spinning as it works. "
Well, I haven't found a map, but there are scheduled maintenance directives. Below us is some sort of signal relay, if I'm interpreting this right. You don't need to jump in yet. These Vex have been modifying this room. This must be the place where the Fallen House of Wolves broke in. The Vex quarantined something- if it's what I think... hold on.
""Is that a 'get ready to shoot' kind of 'hold on'?" Blaze lifts her rifle anyway.
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I hope not, but just in case... you know what to do.
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*Moving to the edge of the shaft, Samus peers over as far as she can, trying to get sight or scan of the glow's source, arm cannon at the ready.*
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That might be close by, however. With a warping 'fwip', a bridge materializes leading out across the pit, ending in a circular platform that matches the shaft below it. Curving bands of metal float down from above, focusing the blue light of the anti-grav field that's powering up. The Ghost floats back up to Blaze's shoulder as they watch. Sticking out from the dull Vex architecture are some obviously foreign cables, leading to a curving purple console with an ordinary-looking screen.
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And that is how the Kell of Wolves got to the top of the Citadel. And how one of our fellow Guardians followed him up. A little piece of Citadel compromised using stolen Vex secrets.
""Think he left any behind?" Blaze lowers her rifle and heads over to it, the Ghost tagging close behind her. She looks to Samus when it starts scanning the Fallen tech. "See anything good down there?"
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The Wolves found out how to access large portions of the Vex network. I'm extracting the protocols for our own study now. Gravity lifts like this one, the local teleportation grid... this machine could even hijack a warp gate! If Skolas planned to use it, the Wolves must have found the key to the Vex navigational system. But it's not here.
""Wouldn't need to share it for a grav lift." Blaze looks the machine over. "I know the Fallen are good with booby traps, but this looks simple. Funny the Vex didn't just pull the plug and smash it. But lucky for us. You can hijack their hijack, right?"
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Well, of course.
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Then when you've got everything you can pull out of there, let's follow along and find out where they went.
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Almost done. They left some surprises in here, but nothing I can't handle. And... got it. Everyone aboard the gravity lift.
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//Hah, nice! We ought to get a few of these in the Tower!//
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If Ghost got the schematic, maybe you can build one.
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We've seen the technology before. I think the Vanguards may be withholding authorization on installing our own.
////Too bad- this would be handy out on the Wall.// Blaze pauses. //Okay, that's interesting. Looks like the Citadel goes up a lot further than I thought.//
Nothing attacks Samus on her way in, and the ride accelerates her smoothly up past indistinguishable levels of metal and stone, higher and higher - and then clear past the top of the Citadel as seen from below. Even from within it looks dead, but the entire structure is swarming with signals, many of them individual Vex signatures. The grav lift sends them hurtling up through the heavy cloud cover, its fields keeping out the volcanic dust and acids of the atmosphere. Above, a dark mass becomes visible - or rather, a complex of them, mushrooming above the relatively compact fortress below.
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Oooh, I don't even know what that is, and I want to break it. Blaze, Ghost, how do you feel about the words "colony drop?"
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The grav lift doesn't trouble to decelerate its charges afterwards, so they're tossed out with some force onto the platform above. It's wide enough for a smallish contingent of Vex, but doesn't have an obvious way off. Blaze picks herself up and moves off to one side, staring around them.
Blocks of Vex architecture both small and vast spread out to the visible horizon, vaulting overhead in ways that suggest giant gates - or halls, or maybe cradles. The mix of ancient-looking stone and glistening metal is lit but the occasional flash of lightning among the blanketing clouds. What isn't visible is a route off the landing platform - there's a platform nearby she could jump to, but it flickers and dematerializes just as she starts to crouch.
//Uh. Ghost? I really hope you've got us a trail to follow. How did we not detect this on approach- Ghost?// She swivels from the edge, automatically shielding the little bot as she holds her palm out to summon it.
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We really should've been able to see this before now. From orbit, at least. Could we be out of phase with realspace, or something?
*She gives a suspicious glance back to the grav lift.*
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It’s… likely. The readings here are- they’re similar to reports from the Vault of Glass.
”“Where the Vex keep their really strange weapons,” Blaze comments for Samus’ benefit. “So we must be close to something good.”
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One way of putting it.
” The Ghost pauses to gather itself before continuing. “There’s another quarantine zone ahead. Much larger this time. I’m marking it for you. The last Guardian to come through was able to traverse the area by jumping from structure to structure. Just- keep moving. Some of them phase in and out of our timeline, and I don’t trust that they’ll take us along.
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*She's been watching the pieces of the structure fade in and out of phase.*
Blaze, do you have any kind of a grapple line? We could be each other's insurance if something fades unexpectedly. Whoever's not jumping stands ready to catch the other.
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http://art.penny-arcade.com/photos/i-9SQbqd9/0/1050x10000/i-9SQbqd9-1050x10000.jpg
Taniks, man. /What/ a showman.
Mad respect for the dedication to craft.
A guy who teleports out from around every corner to /personally/ roar in your face.
That's fine, artisan-crafted menace, that is.
You can have all the poison vents and mook waves you want, but it's the heart that counts
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeartIsAnAwesomePower
Awesome and terrifying. Especially in the hands of a fifteen-foot piratical augment-addict.
Big pirates into augments. Samus knows who she wants to kill next visit.
There's quite a queue but he can totally fit her in.
What a guy!
He just loves (taunting) his audience!
He's sure to have their attention.
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catch-up time!
Welcome back
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Almost forgot to add: thank you for the awesome thread! :D
[See you next mission!]