Knock Knock Knocking on Heavens Door Nov 6, 2021 13:02:03 GMT -5
Post by Jagaimo on Nov 6, 2021 13:02:03 GMT -5
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Guiding Candle Used.
Anti-Sense: Not Active
Guiding Candle Used.
Anti-Sense: Not Active
They say that overconfidence blurs out the risks that you see before you when planning an action. Well today it didn’t just blur the risks, it hid them completely until those risks came back to bite her in her ass.
Now she was running for her life after having attacked the wrong border patrol and finding herself on the opposite end of a Tuffle war suit, designed to withstand all kinds of punishment and dish it out in equal measure. On its own she might have had a good chance to deal with it...supported by other infantry to cover its flanks and provide additional firepower...there was little she could do. If only she’d realised that before diving in head first. She should of checked the terrain, found out what she was up against like a proper scout but instead, filled with the false confidence her recent training sessions had instilled in her, she had barrelled right into the midst of the Tuffle convoy, believing herself more than capable of dispatching them given her new growth in power. What followed was a beat down that should have ended her life but a moment of weakness on the Tuffles side as they discussed whether to take her captive or just get rid of her left a small window of escape that the young warrior gladly took.
A cat and mouse game ensued, an exhausted and beaten Jagaimo struggling to stay aloft where there was no cover from the pursuers blasters and other weapons, instead rushing from boulder to boulder as she fled with her tail quite literally between her legs as she kept it wrapped round one thigh or her waist while she ran. Each time she paused for a moment to catch her breath she would be sent scrabbling for fresh cover as the Tuffles used their numbers to fan out and drive her into the gullies of the wasteland with blaster shots, the heavy tread of the war suit ever present on the hard stone of the crags…
Jagaimo dived for the nearest outcrop of rock as the boulder she was hiding behind exploded into shards and clattered off the stony surroundings and pinged off the plates of her armour, protecting her from the worst of it. Exposed flesh was another matter unfortunately, as cuts appeared across her arms and face, thin lines of blood starting to appear the longer the chase went on.
Driving herself onwards...exhausted and desperate...the young woman slipped into a small cave as the rock overhead exploded outwards in an earth shaking blast, collapsing the entrance behind her and throwing her deeper into the darkness the cave was plunged into. Rocks clattered around her as the filled the entrance, blocking the light and leaving her partly buried and face down in the dust, fingers scrabbling about blindly as she coughed and wheezed, focusing her thoughts, pulling her power inside herself and masking it, hoping to hide it from those chasing her.
In the darkness her fingers found something that didn’t seem to belong, different to the rocks and rubble that lay strewn about the cave floor, a cylinder...strange to the touch...smooth...as her fingers brushed against it the object flickered into life and through the cloud of dust Jagaimo could make out the black candle sat on a small stone, the wax melted down the sides as if it had burned for hours already. From the candle’s flame the shadows danced around her rocky prison, a dark smoke rolling from where the wax melted, slowly enveloping the small stone and spilling out like a slow moving wave onto the cave floor...when it washed over her she struggled to crawl back from it she coughed loudly, tasting the strange smoke in the back of her throat before her eyes grew heavy and the lids began to droop, finally closing and leaving everything in darkness…
Her eyes flickered open slowly, blurry vision slowly focusing on the strange purple and blue tinged sky above her, the cave roof she had expected to see gone. The brightness of what she saw made her eyes hurt for a moment as they adjusted to the light and when she moved, she brought her hands away from the floor in surprise...between her fingers were blades of grass...not dry and dying but lush and wet. The young woman sat up slowly, taking in her surroundings, eyes wide at the rolling slopes of grass and flowers she could see all around her...strange little bugs flitted from one flower to another...seemingly unconcerned with her being sat there as they flew lazily from one flower to the next. Jagaimo watched in stunned silence as one landed on her knee...flicked its wings slowly a few times before gracefully taking to the air once more in search of more flowers.
When she pushed to her feet to see if she could recognise where she was more of the strange bugs took to the air and flew in every direction, all colours dancing as their wings moved. The strange sight brought a smile to her face and somewhere she recalled having heard of these things before...the word butterfly springing to mind from a few visits to other worlds that weren't as dead as Plant.
As pretty as everything was it didn’t answer the question that came to the forefront of her mind and left her lips,
“Where in hell am I?”