He awakes from yet another violent sleep. Same dream, same women in it. Nevertheless, no mention of what it means. Rumbles to the hull shake him to full alertness and without a second thought his handgrips to the comlink. About to speak the message came through,
“We`ve dropped out of hyper travel captain, awaiting your orders”
“Proceed with the orbital entry” he replies and suits up to address the bridge in person. The only sound the crew hears upon his entry is the rushing sealed air escaping the airtight corridor. He sits to his command chair, reading the status of the newest one hundred and eighteenth planets upon his search list. He addresses key view screens. Brought up by holographic projection his eyes gaze upon the screen with no borders or mass and as fast as he took his seat he again takes to his feet. Watching his face that he could read like a deep novel, his first to rank follows him out. Saying nothing in trail does his stay shadowed to his steps, strapped to his left arm. A G-17 guard rifle with energy-based rounds, three J047 system grenades coiled to his left collarbone above his uniform each packing a seismic burst capable of levelling a small city numbering around a million.
The doors rush to an open state revealing the destination to the captain’s feet, the transport bay. His heavy stepping boots take to the molecular platform with his Captain ranking pin reflecting off the intense lighting “send me down”
“Please captain, let me alone accompany you at least” his first convincingly protested, the captain simply looked ahead “you have command” he said finally and with a wave of his hand all went bright…then dark. Materializing to the target location was his scent welcomed by stale thin air, half-toxic as he remembered reading. His skin greeted by the burning tingle of the acidic atmosphere. He breaths deep taking in the torching fumes and weak oxygen. Exposed and common covered by only his uniform for armour did he proceed.
“Six hundred thousand years and still she burns with violence” was spouted taking step after roughing step to the catacombs to all but who knew them. Not even a trace of bacteria registered on the heliometer brought up above his armband but the feeling of her still was strong…she remains; Waiting only for him.
Crossing through endless caverns of catacombs sights of amazing finds fill his vision. Corridors hold chambers of countless dead displayed in a manner of elegance, each chamber possessed six coffins and each coffin held engraving upon the marble casket tops, as if to tell out a short but important sequence identifying the individual resting.
He proceeds to the next section while ever feeling the power of the energy increasing; coming to storage facility of some sort does his hand cling to a pouch upon his uniforms décor. He shakes it contains as if to count the numbers inside, to its inner are devices holding a look similar to pons from a chess set. As he looks upon the chamber his lust for greed strains heavily, the illumination from his light brings the glimmering sharp shine of weapons many of the dead and gone must have held and used. A section to the chamber carved off from the rest by heavy crystal walls and moving to gaze what it held was his resilience beaten. Taking out the devices that housed a small electrical charge, he placed one upon each weapon to the sectioned off area. As he finished marking all the contents did his hand cross to his forearm pressing a button to his armband, in a bright sudden flash were all the weapons transported to his personal quarters. The ground started to shift violently…he knew he unset her, closing his eyes he takes his mind to deep concentration and its process bring the shaking ground to a still pause. Traveling onward, the feet of the captain brings him to a great library and a shelved presentation of many artifacts. Pulling from his chest pouch a small globe coloring blue, put to the ground. Moments later scan rays arc out from it in a 360 degree pattern bringing the globe to a floating eye level height, the captain read the degree of completion as the globe stores are writing contained in the books to his own digital compilation. Looking to the shelves the captain combs over the inventory, as if looking for something specific. Focusing his sight to containers and jars his hand moves to his side gripping a rod pulsing with flashing yellow lights, holding it horizontal in front of the jars the captain was able to virtually peel away the jar exterior revealing an image of what lies inside. Jar to endless jar he went along not missing one, none held what he wished. Housing thoughts of confusion the captain made another pass to the chamber walking slow, visually interrogating each item regardless style or type. One catches his eye, the great figure of a Dragon sculpted in the ceiling stone of the room. With thick muscled arms raise out they held an angle with both index fingers pointing to the ground right at his very feet.
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“Sephinroth!” came from his lips and to the ground at his feet he pondered, pulling an energy pistol from its holster he aims it to the brick and fires a concentrated short ranged burst. Dust flies to the air; the cloud engulfs deeps around him as it mixes with the harsh atmospheric climate. Waving his vision clear he stares upon the hole made in the floor, perfectly persevered as if whoever put it there knew this would all happen. There in the small crater made by his gun was one more jar, he scans quickly with the rod and grows an expression holding shock. No he didn`t expect to find anything close to what he needed…but here it lies, exactly what he read in lore and history.
“I can`t believe it exists” he says placing the small jar very gently to his hands, quickly he tags it with a device and flashes it away.
A low tow humming comes across the room, the captain snaps up his head in attention. Pull his weapon in a split second having a holographic scope appear above it he heats the ammo chamber to ready fire. He says nothing, wishing not to reveal his location if something truly is present. Step in front of horizontal step he egresses toward a rounding cavern wall. The only other exit to the chamber he was in, his heartbeat steady, his weapon stable, as he had been in countless of these before. A long tunnel now fronts him, a quick shift of his fingers triggers his gun to flare mode and releasing two shots down the tunnel, he changes it back to war. Spiralling like fancy fireworks down the ever-declining ten-foot channel the captain positions to a knee anticipating an attack. Nothing… no action occurs; he witnesses the firework flares pound into the wall opposing his measuring two hundred and fifty seven feet from his front foot. He retracts his war stance and rises to his feet.
Taking a single step entry to the new chamber the captain’s eyes are most entertained by the shift-shining glimmer of crystals holding all type of bluish color. He walks ever careful not to even disturb one set of the elegant pattern form. Moving to an open area to the room, he holds puzzlement as he looks to a well centered upon the room. Sighting into it the well holds liquid only feet from the top, he takes readings to the crystal generating massive energy and again to his person pouch he pulls the devices. Tossing one, as he knew it would connect does the device catch to the crystal side. However, turning to apply another does he feel a like impact to his uniform, turning fast the device rests at his feet, gone from the crystal placement. The captain attempts the act again, nevertheless the device again attaches for mere moments before repelling off. Catching it in repelling mid-flight the captain looks to the device, everything looks to be in working order. He strikes his comlink when a whisper greets his ear.
“Brain wave patterns, memory crystals” he seals an idea to his mind and moving to the door he looks to see no exit “I need these as reference, I need to take them…you know this”
The captain looks to the well and sees it ripple, closing his eyes as if to deeply listen to a voice that never took to the air he opens again “proof! (Laughs a bit) you always were the cautious one weren’t you, no one else could`ve ever found this place, but still never good enough” ends the captain going to the well wall side. He pulls a knife from his war belt and pulls up his wrist sleeve, a swift cut is mad across his skin. He drips the fresh flowing blood into the water, a crystal hovers from its placing into the air floating slowly towards him as the water ripples again
“Weak! I have not grown weak in my time; my resolve has never been higher (Whispers) I remember it all (Whispers) why is this still going on…you know who I’m up against (Whispers) what do you mean, but do you” the crystal shard turns aiming it edge to the captain.
“No…wait something easier than this, less…way less than this…” the shard strikes his temple, the captain falls to the floor, all goes hazy; then dark.