Reflections - A Matrix Online Story
Apr 22, 2021 17:13:51 GMT -8
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Post by Valaro on Apr 22, 2021 17:13:51 GMT -8
An older man, with grey streaks and dark roots sat , trapped in thought staring out the dark window, covered in a hundred scratches, oil and dirt. There wasn't much to see. In the distance could be heard the sounds of work, blow torches with sparks flying everywhere, keyboards being tapped on by busy fingers and the robotic sounds of terminals responding to input. The sound of things all too familiar yet somehow also distant to the man.
Slowly he got up from his rusty, torn up seat with a loud creek. It had been sometime since anyone had sat there and after all why would they, there had been no reason to, after the event occurred. The silence was deafening. That's what he remembered the most. Not the screams or the death that fell around him in the moments before, no, the sound of the nothingness that proceeded it. The darkness that surrounded him, that feeling of not knowing if he was dead or living his worst nightmare. The man stepped forward and opened the steel door, it gave resistance and like almost everything else, it too creaked loudly. He walked into a small room that lead to a ladder. All around him where dials and lights, monitors with displays showing the various areas of what appeared to be some sort of vessel. There was alerts and flashing red lights on almost every panel. This vessel, had been heavily damaged in some sort of attack and clearly hadn't come out the other side of it in good condition.
The man went to step down the ladder, when he stopped. In front of him was a large steel wall, on it was a large rectangular shaped object covered in years of dust. He reached out and placed his hand on the wall. He hesitated. The pain in his face was evident, like this object held some sort of sentimental value to him, yet equally caused him anguish. With his hand he wiped away the dust layers covering it, but he couldn't see. The hallway had very little light and what there was wasn't enough to show what it was. By his belt he had a utility bag with various tools such as a hammer, screwdriver, tape, gloves and a small black torch. With a click it created a beam of white light directly into his eyes. He was disorientated for a moment and shone the light forward, straining to see through his dazzled eyes, the object came into focus.
HvCFT Tiger - February 23rd 2005 - Zion
Captain Valaro - The Pride
It had been 10 years. With a tear in his eye, he stood for a moment, remembering what it had been like in those last days, when the truce collapsed and the machines launched an all out assault on both New and Old Zion. When his crew had to make the decision to leave The Matrix for what would have been the last time. It was the day that he will never forget. It was they day that the man lost someone nearest to him. His closest confidant and friend, Eichdee, First Mate on the Tiger. She died protecting her crew mates. Her friends. Her family.
He wiped away the tear and stood as if almost to attention:
"I will never forget you and what you did for us that day. You will always be a part of this family."
With that, he wiped the tears from his eyes and climbed down the ladder. Everyone in the room, turned to face him, expecting something, anything.
"Where are we on repairs to the antenna? We have less than 24 hours to report in and try to restore our first connection to The Matrix in over 10 years. We need to know, if anything still exists in there"...
Slowly he got up from his rusty, torn up seat with a loud creek. It had been sometime since anyone had sat there and after all why would they, there had been no reason to, after the event occurred. The silence was deafening. That's what he remembered the most. Not the screams or the death that fell around him in the moments before, no, the sound of the nothingness that proceeded it. The darkness that surrounded him, that feeling of not knowing if he was dead or living his worst nightmare. The man stepped forward and opened the steel door, it gave resistance and like almost everything else, it too creaked loudly. He walked into a small room that lead to a ladder. All around him where dials and lights, monitors with displays showing the various areas of what appeared to be some sort of vessel. There was alerts and flashing red lights on almost every panel. This vessel, had been heavily damaged in some sort of attack and clearly hadn't come out the other side of it in good condition.
The man went to step down the ladder, when he stopped. In front of him was a large steel wall, on it was a large rectangular shaped object covered in years of dust. He reached out and placed his hand on the wall. He hesitated. The pain in his face was evident, like this object held some sort of sentimental value to him, yet equally caused him anguish. With his hand he wiped away the dust layers covering it, but he couldn't see. The hallway had very little light and what there was wasn't enough to show what it was. By his belt he had a utility bag with various tools such as a hammer, screwdriver, tape, gloves and a small black torch. With a click it created a beam of white light directly into his eyes. He was disorientated for a moment and shone the light forward, straining to see through his dazzled eyes, the object came into focus.
HvCFT Tiger - February 23rd 2005 - Zion
Captain Valaro - The Pride
It had been 10 years. With a tear in his eye, he stood for a moment, remembering what it had been like in those last days, when the truce collapsed and the machines launched an all out assault on both New and Old Zion. When his crew had to make the decision to leave The Matrix for what would have been the last time. It was the day that he will never forget. It was they day that the man lost someone nearest to him. His closest confidant and friend, Eichdee, First Mate on the Tiger. She died protecting her crew mates. Her friends. Her family.
He wiped away the tear and stood as if almost to attention:
"I will never forget you and what you did for us that day. You will always be a part of this family."
With that, he wiped the tears from his eyes and climbed down the ladder. Everyone in the room, turned to face him, expecting something, anything.
"Where are we on repairs to the antenna? We have less than 24 hours to report in and try to restore our first connection to The Matrix in over 10 years. We need to know, if anything still exists in there"...