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Jul. 14th, 2004 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightI've been really hesitant to write about what happened the other night, because it was just fucked up. But... Here goes.
I realized I was charging out of the house blindly when Heather all but tackled me from behind, wondering where I was going and what I was doing. Up until that point, I had no idea. I didn't even realize I was going out. When I thought about it... All I felt was this driving need, to GO somewhere and DO something. Where was Earth. What I didn't know. And I was supposed to take Stephen. (I figured out why later. But I'll get to that.)
I wasn't going to talk to Stephen at all, but it's a good thing I did. Heather begged and pleaded with me to call him, and that gut feeling of mine wouldn't ease up. I relented, called Stephen, and to my surprised he agreed to go. (He sort of pissed me off the other day, accusing me of wanting to just spend time alone with Sashra. Bastard.) We met at the Earth portal and blew through -- and I found out, or rather felt out, our destination. Right nearby, a small corporation near the tunnel. I distracted the security guard, while Stephen snuck in.
Turns out it was a Technocratic research outpost, and Stephen found out they were keeping an old weapon of his uncle's in storage out in the boonies of Monroeville. We traveled. We talked. And we ended up at a deserted, rickety old warehouse...
And in we went. Through windows on the opposite side of the building. No sooner did I break through the wax paper than a horde of angry moths fly at me. I swatted them the hell out of the way and didn't think much more of it... till a blast of goop missed my face by a quarter of an inch and spattered against the wall next to me. And then... I was in a fight for my life against Stephen. Those moths had latched into his hair. I guess they were bioengineered to interfere with neural signals, or whatever the hell the Tech would say, but the upshot was that he was trying to kill me.
Bastard's damn good with his guns, too.
I ended up pinning him with a box smashed over his head, and crushing the life forces of the bugs one by one. Turns out that not feeling guilty over making a mistake like getting trapped by those was his *Seeking*. This whole damn trip was nothing more than Stephen's Avatar hijacking me and using me to enlighten him. Damn bastard!
We found what we were after, and Stephen took possession of it. And things have been... normal, since, with one exception.
Damn. One big, big, big exception.
I realized I was charging out of the house blindly when Heather all but tackled me from behind, wondering where I was going and what I was doing. Up until that point, I had no idea. I didn't even realize I was going out. When I thought about it... All I felt was this driving need, to GO somewhere and DO something. Where was Earth. What I didn't know. And I was supposed to take Stephen. (I figured out why later. But I'll get to that.)
I wasn't going to talk to Stephen at all, but it's a good thing I did. Heather begged and pleaded with me to call him, and that gut feeling of mine wouldn't ease up. I relented, called Stephen, and to my surprised he agreed to go. (He sort of pissed me off the other day, accusing me of wanting to just spend time alone with Sashra. Bastard.) We met at the Earth portal and blew through -- and I found out, or rather felt out, our destination. Right nearby, a small corporation near the tunnel. I distracted the security guard, while Stephen snuck in.
Turns out it was a Technocratic research outpost, and Stephen found out they were keeping an old weapon of his uncle's in storage out in the boonies of Monroeville. We traveled. We talked. And we ended up at a deserted, rickety old warehouse...
And in we went. Through windows on the opposite side of the building. No sooner did I break through the wax paper than a horde of angry moths fly at me. I swatted them the hell out of the way and didn't think much more of it... till a blast of goop missed my face by a quarter of an inch and spattered against the wall next to me. And then... I was in a fight for my life against Stephen. Those moths had latched into his hair. I guess they were bioengineered to interfere with neural signals, or whatever the hell the Tech would say, but the upshot was that he was trying to kill me.
Bastard's damn good with his guns, too.
I ended up pinning him with a box smashed over his head, and crushing the life forces of the bugs one by one. Turns out that not feeling guilty over making a mistake like getting trapped by those was his *Seeking*. This whole damn trip was nothing more than Stephen's Avatar hijacking me and using me to enlighten him. Damn bastard!
We found what we were after, and Stephen took possession of it. And things have been... normal, since, with one exception.
Damn. One big, big, big exception.
