Fort_Master_Gustav
The fleet on the outside seemed to have no success in extracting any material from the construct, it´s surface not even suffering any scratches or even burnmarks from their attempts, however, on the other hand no sort of defensive mechanisms activated either.
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In the meanwhile, at an unknown location the being was residing in, the orb flooded the corridor with more of the unknown energy as soon as the being touched the orb.
Blackness engulfed it´s mind and consciousness and once more a vision played out...
this one felt... final, like an end to a story.
Once more the view was from the same position, in the same room as the last vision...
In the background laid a shattered throne, the throne the shadow had formerly resided in...
The shadow in the meanwhile was panting on the ground, apparently on it´s last legs, literally on all fours...
"What... What are you?!"
The ambiguous figure the words were directed at was notably still standing in the same position as in the last vision and didn´t seem to have moved since, however much time had passed in the meanwhile...
I am me and only myself.
There was a long drawn out pause, in which neither said anything, nor did the ambiguous figure seemed to have any intention of finishing the shadow off.
In some regard, one could also say I am you.
...the shadow tried to stand up, setting one leg to the front and struggling to get up, eventually failing to muster enough strength and dropping on it´s back, there was none of the terrifying aura left...
"But that means..."
...it paused.
"How? This world has been abandoned, I have been abandoned. Why are you here?"
The ambiguous figure didn´t answer for a long time. Movement could be made out and it was as if it was staring off into the distance...
I am here to give you purpose. You wanted to heal this world, by destroying it, free it. But what if I told you there was another way? Every story meets its end, we may not be able to free everyone, but piece by piece we can offer salvation.
The shadow laughed, long, hysterically, mockingly, like a maniac, like someone that had lost hope, or his sanity...
"...and you´re saying you can achieve something like that? ...and what is the price, you idiot?"
Your hatred is the price you will have to pay. Your hatred, for salvation. Your hatred, to end your own suffering. Your hatred, for relevation. Your hatred, for a place you can call home. You may not know, but I know what you have been through, however with only hatred there is little you can achieve. He has moved on from his shattered past, can you?
...there was a long pause. A very long pause.
"He really did...?"
The shadow, laughed, but different than before. It seemed... almost relieved.
"You would not lie to me, you have no reason to."
With a considerable amount of effort, the shadow got back up on it´s feet, it seemed to have lost it´s aura of hatred and malice, it´s terrifying presence.
"Let us go."
Very well.
The next moment the shadow was simply gone, disappeared from existence without trace, along with it, the woman which had been lying on the ground seemed to have disappeared as well.
The ambiguous figure seemed to nod to itself, as if checking off a task from a list, it turned towards the shattered throne and the fragments began to rise, and reassemble, until a new throne eventually stood at it´s position, the throne seemed to be black and something was carved into its backrest...
Then the figure disappeared, as eventless as the shadow and the woman before it and the vision simply tore off abruptly...
The being regained its consciousness, for a brief moment it could feel the ground below it as it had been lying on it...
Once it regained its former position, it saw that the orb, like the others before, was gone, the corridor seemed to stretch on for a considerable way and at its end was another room. It was hard to make out any details but within that room there stood a humanoid figure and a large object...
Catplayz
As the ship touched the orb, it seemed to have some rather... odd effects on it.
The affected section of the hull seemed to almost, crumple, or wither, however, not beyond repair and not beyond it´s original functionality, almost as if something was limiting the destructive forces of it´s presence...
...and they felt... something new.
It was as if... the orb was calling to them, they started to feel oddly inclined to get closer.
Tson
The wall of black mist was towering around the core of the galaxy, seemingly swalling all light and signals sent into it...
The ship came closer and closer and a certain point...
It was suddenly gone.
No transmissions returned, nor any other signals the ship seemed to have simply vanished at a certain distance to the wall of fog...
Ominous.
This hinted towards the presence some excessively advanced cloaking system present around the core...
Or something considerably less pleasent going on.
Having heard of the Bloodcult, the latter would not be unlikely, the question was, what would be the appropriate way to respond to this turn of events?
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...as the ship vanished from the sensors, the ship likewise lost all connection to the outer world, as if the outer world had simply ceased to exist.
CETA looked at the borders of the fog as if trying to stare the wall into the ground.
...and it seemed to... work?
To his mild surprise whatever was controlling the core seemed to recognise his presence. A tunnel began forming in the fog, twisting and bending reality, tearing it apart and forming it anew, the result was... somewhat unsettling, the tunnel that had formed looked as if it was a completely seperate reality from the fog around it, the scanners picked up energy traces which the systems couldn´t sort in, but more importantly...
It felt as if whatever was inside the territory, was calling him. As if whatever was inside, had been awaiting him.