xxxx#C71585xxxxＣｙｌｏｓ /// Ｒｉｚｕｎｅ ┅┅┅┅┅ {♜} ¸xxxxxxxThere I stood, a god among men. Here I am, a man amongst gods.
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Silence filled the night sky, as darkness encroached on the world, suffocating it with a cold presence. Beams of light fell down to the world as the shattered remains of the once whole moon hung in the air, each piece holding the others up. The stars huddled together for warmth as the darkness conquered and took more land hostage. In the light of the moon, a light haze became visible as it claimed dominion over a small pocket of forest land. Small footsteps could be heard as a figure moved through the terrain, respecting the peace and tranquility present, only to hear more footsteps behind them. For a moment it seemed like time had been thrown out the window, as the peace was instantly shattered. Intruder! Identify yourself! A robotic voice commanded, the voice echoing throughout the forest. Without a second thought the figure began to run, only for the sound of a siren to follow quickly behind them. s**t! s**t! s**t!The figure muttered under their breathe as they ran through the forest. The robotic soldier was soon accompanied by soldiers of flesh and bones, all screaming at the figure to stop and accept judgement. The footsteps int he forest became louder and louder as more and more soldiers began to appear out of thin air. Surrender Clyos! We have you surrounded! A voice taunted Clyos. Clyos' mind began to race with thoughts and pieces of information and observations. The Knights did not have them surrounded. She had kept an eye on her location and made sure to cover her tracks which meant one of two things; either A they were smarter than they looked, or B someone had sold her out. Regardless of the reasoning she had one way to escape. The forest was getting darker and darker as the haze and night moved forward and if she distanced herself enough she could hide under the cover of night. To make matters worse they were starting to fire at her. The plasma residue left light on the ground as shots missed her. She would need to lose them fast if she wanted to make it out alive and now was as a good a time as any. Sadly her train of thought was cut short as she felt the metal collide with her chest, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She fell to her knees as she struggled to breathe, and felt the presence of the soldiers loom over her. Have you the strength? a voice asked Clyos, a voice that no one would would hear, a voice that belonged to only her. Struggling to catch her breathe, she felt the foot against her ribs as she was kicked aside. Others joined in as she was beaten and blood began to spill from her body. We all stand at cross purposes Clyos, and we are all to blame are we not? The voice said. Clyos' vision began to blur as the color faded into black. The feeling of pain left her, as did the feeling of her body. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was not in control of her body anymore, but rather an observer. Clyo's body reached for the bag around her waist and an explosion of light soon followed. Cademus! Clyos screamed into the stark darkness around her, only to be ignored. She was given her time, and now Cademus was in control. The light from the Flashbang had given Cademus enough time to draw the Pistol-saber from the satchel. With a quick motion of the hand, the pistol-saber shifted to Blaster mode. Cademus used the haze to his advantage as he slunk into the mist, only to reappear in a different position, the light escaping the plasma pistol being his only give away. Every shot he would slink back into darkness, and each shot brought a soldier to their knees; or in the case of some to their maker. Cademus felt alive as he shifted the pistol-saber between forms as he fought, leaving soldiers limbless as he effortlessly sliced limbs apart and left some gashes in bodies. With the moon as his background and his dance partner, the soldiers and mechanics fell apart within seconds as they tried to save themselves; only to appear with a knife to their backs. Cademus couldn't feel the eyes on him anymore, all he felt was the rush of the blood around him, of the lives and blood spilled in his name. Looking towards the shattered moon, his lips parted as he spoke. I will tear you limb from limb... In the light of the moon, the body shared by two souls, two minds, fell to one knee as it began to pant in exhaustion. Time was still of the essence. More soldiers would come sooner or later and if they wanted to be alive then it was time to move. Clyos regained the feeling in her body as she took control and began to move out of the forest, the Pistol-saber's glow hidden in her satchel. Blood seeped into the ground as the smell began to congregate and reek.
Clyos found herself at the edge of the forest and near the outskirts of a town. Making her way to the entrance of the city, she feigned a voice as she told other soldiers about the slaughter, a hood concealing her face. The soldiers pushed her aside, knocking her away as they began to move out, a smile on her lips as she slipped past them an into the city, unregistered and unseen. The hood managed to hide her obvious pale purple eyes, eyes that often gave her away as an "Inhuman" something that the citizens of all towns loved to ask her about. She lied through her teeth as she explained it as a birth defect, as vendors and buyers exchanged good with her. Scrap, precious metals and jewels were exchanged for currency, for Zen. The Zen was kept on a smaller device that looked like a ring. Multiple rings like it hid in her bag all with different amounts of Zen logged. She wasted no time gathering supplies that were essential. Clothes, Water, food, medical kits, tonics, stationary, and toiletries were a few she made a point to remember. She wandered the city, her head low and her body finding its way into the alleyways and side streets. Old habits die hard, and these habits were ones she was all to familiar with. Her hands found their way into pockets and pants as she picked pockets. A cycle of pocket picking, reselling, and repocketing was started as she floated around the city, visible in an instant and gone the next. Simple bumps and taps redirected anger and focus to others and soon a few fights had broken out before the end of the night. Cities like these were childs play. Clyos ended the night early as she made way to a decent inn and paid for a room. She showered, she changed her clothes, and she ate some food she had paid for before laying down and closing her eyes. The noise around her was comforting and it allowed her to drift into a light sleep.
- Sacrifice. Is it truly that cruel to ask for more, when we have given so much? a voice asked. The room seemed to be a sort of conference room, with the assumed person in charge at the head of a table. Other people filled the seats, except the dream began to distort. People began to swap places, they didn't stand up and trade places, no their entire bodies were swapped as the dream tried to correct itself. Different people sat at the head of the table before one face finally claimed it as its own. The voice that spoke. Women and men continued to shift positions as the voice continued. Mind. body. What is it now to cast aside the soul? Council, to balk in the face of this petty morality is something i can not abide by. Where was this "Morality" when they first came to our world olive branch in hand?!. The voice said. The council stayed silent as the figure rose from the chair and began to move about the room. People stopped shifting faces and positions as the dream began to stabilize. The view of the room was centered from one end of the table. The figure moved closer and closer, until it placed a hand on Clyos' face. A harsh force struck her as the figures hand slapped her, then proceeded to beat her for a moment. They claimed they were sentient! That they knew sorrow, that they knew loss! the figure continued, forcing Clyos unto the table, as broken glass littered the table as well. Council as of this moment, the Specter program is terminated. They thought they would instill fear in us by destroying Luna. So be it. The figure remarked as it let go of Clyos, and drew a pistol from the table. A round was fired into Clyos. We will teach them fear. a murmur of voices followed as people began to talk, only for more rounds to be fired.
Clyos jolted awake from the dream, her breathe ragged. Reaching for her bag, she withdrew a bottle of pills and downed a few with a bottle of water. The pain in her head began to subside as Cademus spoke up. At least its something new this time, eh Clyos? At least we know the king knew about project specter. Clyos felt her eyes narrow at the wall, imagining Cademus there. Grabbing her things, she left he inn and made way east, towards the recent snowfall. Soldiers patrolled the streets as news of the slaughter came in. The side streets were empty as the "rats" hid from the surge of soldiers. Three o'clock. Mek-soldier. Cademus warned as Clyos walked the streets. More sleights of hands proved useful as petty crimes were committed away from Cademus allowing her to reach the edge of town. Bribing a guard to leave, she vanished into the wind as she walked eastward, the city behind her to be forgotten, until she came back.
Clyos felt off as she walked alone. She could feel something, or someone watching her, following her. Cademus kept reporting that nothing living was following her, and that they couldn't see any Mek-soldier around. Setting up camp a couple miles away from town, she found small spring and reached to drink some water. Her own reflection stared back at her, her pale eyes staring into her soul. Taking off her shirt, she turned around and froze. The dirt around her was different. Footprints that weren't hers littered the floor. Wearing nothing but her bra and her pants, she struggled to see in the stark white background, until a pair of red dots came into focus. Red eyes met her Violet ones. Their gazes locked onto one another as the two figures contemplated their circumstances. Clyos would waste time letting Cademus back in control. The run for her pistol would most likely end up with a shot fired into her. Did the figure have a weapon? Was Clyos faster than the figure? Taking her chances, Clyos stepped forward, undoing the frontal clasp on her bra, and tossing it to the side. This was the best option for her given her situation. Slow steps to the figure hidden in the snow caused her heart to race, for multiple reasons. She had made a point not to be seen naked, and yet here she was, walking head first into danger, exposing her breasts. Keeping her focus on the task at hand, she leapt to the side as she reached for her satchel.
Drawing her pistol saber, she aimed the barrel at the pair of rose colored eyes, ones that stared at her orchid ones. In the moment of silence, she felt something.