She couldn't see anything.
Then suddenly she could see everything.
The walls around her were stark metal and hardpoints, designed to be rebuilt quickly for whatever need was in them. Around her were medical diagnostics showing
a dozen different things she didn't quite understand. It reminded her of the hospitals on the other end of the medicomm. Had she gotten in over her head
with Crey? Finaly come to? Where was the doc...tor...
Her eyesight caught the bulky image of a Crey tank, an armored figure wearing the red pauldrons of a Power model. She'd had a run in with Crey,
alright...and they'd captured her. Oddly, she didn't seem to be restrained, even if her costume felt different. Maybe they expected she wouldn't
wake up yet.
"What's the readings?"
"Full integration seems to have taken hold. It'll take a couple more tests and we'll know for sure."
Vivian (that was her name...why'd she have trouble remembering that at first?) began the breathing exercises she'd learned a long time ago, building up
power for her nuke. After that, focusing the power into her body should provide enough time to escape this place before Crey knew she was gone in the chaos of
the explosion. However, one of the scientists looked over at a monitor as she neared release.
"Wait...no...she's awake! And focusing power!"
"Power dampeners are green, locking onto wavelengths....no effect?!"
"Powers are in the wrong spectrum!" the aide said, going pale as he checked the scanner
"Wrong spectrum?! You idiot! Didn't you check the gene coding?! Do you know what'll happen when she loses control?!" the scientist managed a
split second before Vivian let loose.
Instead of the blinding burst of light and energy she'd expected, Vivian felt her entire body drop five degrees as darkness poured out of her. The creeping
fog coated everything as it flooded along the floors, walls, and ceiling, extending outward. Vivian didn't know what was happening but the scientists fled
in terror as moaning, shrieking tentacles, jaws, and various other spikey extensions that denied easy classification began sliding out of the expanding
darkness.
Vivian, however, could hear the moans....and make sense of them for the first time, unlike when she'd fought alongside other heroes with dark based powers.
This one is strong, but untrained....we are free! Free to do as we wish with this place...with this world!
Yes...but first....so hungry....
All around the facility, gaps in the space of reality opened up as the darkness flooded in, drawing its strength from the very powerful but barely trained
heroine deep within...
***
John Wilkins was just putting up his smock and cryo-rifle, ready to go home and watch some football before coming back in the next day for another shift of
walking around Brickstown performing field medic duties. He didn't even see the rift forming behind him before tentacles with razor tips shot out, punching
through his chest and killing him instantly. The leaking blood didn't even spill into his cup of coffee as the tentacles gorged on it, soaking it up like a
sponge.
***
Sam Verner was testing out the new battery upgrades to his Power Tank suit in the armory when the rifts opened in the target bullseyes. His eyes widened as
moaning expanses of pitch black darkness surged towards him. Firing several blasts, he watched in horror as they sank into the mass with no effect, then
grunted as he felt an impact against his stomach. Looking down, he started screaming when he realized that there was nothing where his waist had previously continued to his legs. The darkness surged forward, ready to glut itself on the feast.
***
The first warning in the break room was, ironically, the coffee machine stopping in mid-cycle. One of the janitors got close enough to see the coffee congeal
into pitch black emanations of madness before it pulsed and shot out, punching through his skull and beginning to wriggle towards the others. Samantha Evertt
got out of the room in time as her coworker was snatched by the heel in mid run. She continued running, but unfortunately looked back in time to see the office
girl the next cubicle over get torn in two by tentacles that seemed to be arguing over her. Her glance was ill timed. She ran into a solid wall of blackness
and didn't come out. Red fluid leaked out of the base onto the floor....
***
At ground zero, Vivian Tucker curled into a ball, unwillingly tied to everything that was going on and hearing every blood-stained minute...
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
Then suddenly she could see everything.
The walls around her were stark metal and hardpoints, designed to be rebuilt quickly for whatever need was in them. Around her were medical diagnostics showing
a dozen different things she didn't quite understand. It reminded her of the hospitals on the other end of the medicomm. Had she gotten in over her head
with Crey? Finaly come to? Where was the doc...tor...
Her eyesight caught the bulky image of a Crey tank, an armored figure wearing the red pauldrons of a Power model. She'd had a run in with Crey,
alright...and they'd captured her. Oddly, she didn't seem to be restrained, even if her costume felt different. Maybe they expected she wouldn't
wake up yet.
"What's the readings?"
"Full integration seems to have taken hold. It'll take a couple more tests and we'll know for sure."
Vivian (that was her name...why'd she have trouble remembering that at first?) began the breathing exercises she'd learned a long time ago, building up
power for her nuke. After that, focusing the power into her body should provide enough time to escape this place before Crey knew she was gone in the chaos of
the explosion. However, one of the scientists looked over at a monitor as she neared release.
"Wait...no...she's awake! And focusing power!"
"Power dampeners are green, locking onto wavelengths....no effect?!"
"Powers are in the wrong spectrum!" the aide said, going pale as he checked the scanner
"Wrong spectrum?! You idiot! Didn't you check the gene coding?! Do you know what'll happen when she loses control?!" the scientist managed a
split second before Vivian let loose.
Instead of the blinding burst of light and energy she'd expected, Vivian felt her entire body drop five degrees as darkness poured out of her. The creeping
fog coated everything as it flooded along the floors, walls, and ceiling, extending outward. Vivian didn't know what was happening but the scientists fled
in terror as moaning, shrieking tentacles, jaws, and various other spikey extensions that denied easy classification began sliding out of the expanding
darkness.
Vivian, however, could hear the moans....and make sense of them for the first time, unlike when she'd fought alongside other heroes with dark based powers.
This one is strong, but untrained....we are free! Free to do as we wish with this place...with this world!
Yes...but first....so hungry....
All around the facility, gaps in the space of reality opened up as the darkness flooded in, drawing its strength from the very powerful but barely trained
heroine deep within...
***
John Wilkins was just putting up his smock and cryo-rifle, ready to go home and watch some football before coming back in the next day for another shift of
walking around Brickstown performing field medic duties. He didn't even see the rift forming behind him before tentacles with razor tips shot out, punching
through his chest and killing him instantly. The leaking blood didn't even spill into his cup of coffee as the tentacles gorged on it, soaking it up like a
sponge.
***
Sam Verner was testing out the new battery upgrades to his Power Tank suit in the armory when the rifts opened in the target bullseyes. His eyes widened as
moaning expanses of pitch black darkness surged towards him. Firing several blasts, he watched in horror as they sank into the mass with no effect, then
grunted as he felt an impact against his stomach. Looking down, he started screaming when he realized that there was nothing where his waist had previously continued to his legs. The darkness surged forward, ready to glut itself on the feast.
***
The first warning in the break room was, ironically, the coffee machine stopping in mid-cycle. One of the janitors got close enough to see the coffee congeal
into pitch black emanations of madness before it pulsed and shot out, punching through his skull and beginning to wriggle towards the others. Samantha Evertt
got out of the room in time as her coworker was snatched by the heel in mid run. She continued running, but unfortunately looked back in time to see the office
girl the next cubicle over get torn in two by tentacles that seemed to be arguing over her. Her glance was ill timed. She ran into a solid wall of blackness
and didn't come out. Red fluid leaked out of the base onto the floor....
***
At ground zero, Vivian Tucker curled into a ball, unwillingly tied to everything that was going on and hearing every blood-stained minute...
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
