Welcome to Gaia! ::

You are without a mind or a soul. A shattered remnant of what once was. He takes pity on you. We will meet again.

::The Scythe fell back to the Reapers side as his emotionless voice spoke. And as suddenly as he came, he was gone, without a trace.

Almost as suddenly as it had stopped the snow continued. The spirits faded away, and what was left was the visage of a hulking beast not 6ft away. Shock cast across its 16 eyes, its four arms hung down by its side in utter disbelief. A memory shot through its mind...something old and dead. But without words he couldnt express what he felt. No signs, or grunts would be enough.

He shuffled forward, his 4 legs slowly creeping beneath him, first the large front legs, then the two smaller rear, and finally, as he hunched forward the massive arms which escaped his first and highest shoulders, hit the ground. The cartilagenous bone scrunching as he leaned on his furry knuckles. He moved extremely carefully, doing his best to try not to scare the man. Something deep in the recess of his mind told him, he needed to be extra careful with this one.

Without a tongue words were nearly impossible, but as he shuffled forward he reached one of his smaller, humanoid, seven fingered hands out to the boy. He let out a tiny grunt as he extended his hands. It wasnt a threat, or a command, but more of an invitation, and invitation to take his hand. He sounded almost parental, as if kindly trying to sugget that the man take his hand, and follow him. It the simplest means of invitation possible. Unfortunately, as he grunted a bit of spittle flew from between his lipless mouth, past his walrus tusk sized teeth and joined the existing green trail on the ground. But he couldnt help that. But perhaps he could help this man....or munch him for breakfast. Would he trust a monster?::

::Surprisingly, the beasts massive hand was silky smooth and extremely delicate. He lotioned it every night and practiced sewing every moment he could. He had his fathers hands, the hands of a master surgeon.

He gently pulled the red haired man upwards. Carefully, slowly, easing him up to his feet. And then came the yelp, Marcel almost instinctively grunted a warning. It was purely out of instinct his large right arm swooped forward to try and sweep the mans legs out from under him. and yet quickly bring him in close so as to hold him. It wasnt a powerful attacking move, but rather one to quickly take away the source of the pain. He couldnt have this poor patient being further injured on his watch!

It was the sort of embrace a mother gives a child whilst their walking. One massive arm nestling the man close to Marcels thick brown furry chest, while the second arm, and third and fourth arm, assist in the process of walking to the tower door.::

::It was something about the sight, the man, though in his eyes a boy, held tighty in someones arms. Secure, and yet not. Marcel couldnt force any images to mind but a voice came. He remembered Father, and a strict voice correcting him and his sister.::

"No! Rain, Marcus, ve dont disturb him, he needs his rest. Ve need to fix him. Mary, please take zhe children."

::And his nose was filled with the scent of a woman...the scent alone nearly brought him to his knees. But he couldnt remember who she was. He was confused, his mind only handed him audio, but the names...they didnt seem right. He knew that Mary frequently experienced flashbacks from her seperate parts, but his parts were animal. They sat in a vat in an attempt at making a pet until...the accident. No, no time for any of this. The memory was quickly pushed aside at the sight of the massive and dented Black Hospital door. The massive beast lifted its paw and deftly slapped it onto the surface of the door with a loud thump. There was a series of rapid beeps, and a set clicks and churns, immediately followed by the very loud sound fo massive gears shattering off ice and grinding into motion. Very slowly, the first glimpses of heat could be felt as a small crack in the door opened and vented the heating systems.

And as per always with pristine timing, the Doctor stood just inside the door, with his hands behind his back waiting patiently for his son. Seeing Marcel, he responded with a loving, and yet curious tone.::

Vell, who do ve have here?

::A low groan was heard as Marcel lowered himself onto all 4 knees and leaned forward. The Doctor moved in closer, sure that his son would not let harm come to him, and pushed a side a few of his brushy hairs to get a close look at what Marcel was holding. These carried the sick, and broken as well as the dead and dismembered. With his trusty glasses flipped onto maximum zoom, with his ever ready stethescope, he leaned in to identify just how alive todays catch was.::

...Oh my God...

::The Doctor froze in his steps. He hadnt spoken that name in years. That face, that hair. It was like a memory from ages past reborn and thrust before him. A dream...no...a nightmare. That was the face of failure, his first failure...his largest. A mistake that led him into being who he was today. It rushed back to him, he was a fool to ever let it slip into the dark corners of his mind. That red hair, those unmistakable ears...those eyes, eyes filled a magical perversion of nature. A perversion he wr--no, it was best not to go there, not right now.

In a moment his mind had to choose between shoving this aside and continuing what was left of his life, or fixing this is biggest mistake...the decision was made before the question was even asked. This wrong, this sin, had to be righted. A deed once done cannot be undone though it may yet be mitigated. Immediately his mind clicked into place, he had drive, he had purpose.

3 clicks on the right lens of his glasses and a brain wave lens was up and active. This was coupled with a thermo-dermic scan, and an arcanic reading. His gloved hands immediately moved forward to the red-haired mans face and neck. Like most Doctors, the notion of "personal space" was a stranger to him. He checked for a pulse, before sliding his fingers up to the mans face to pull open the mans eye, not violently but carefully, he checked for pupil dialation.

He knew the procedure years back had been a success, but for him it would always be a failure. Was this all that was left of that innocent boy, so many years later? He spoke, his green eyes gazing directly into the red-haired mans firey iris's. His hand slipping back into his lab coat.::

Dazhos, can you hear me? Can you understand me? Just nod if it herts. I vant you to know, zhat no matter vhat I vill make zhis right. But, you might feel a vittle bit of discomfort.

::He truly was sincere, and his voiced showed it. With a flick of the wrist a syringe was in his hands, and it was loaded, with a bit he slipped the plastic safety cap off and brought it down toward the mans neck, as quickly and painless as possible. It was the strongest sedative he could manufacture in this place. If all went according to plan, Dathos shouldnt be waking for another few hours.::

Caution!
Warning!
Caution!
Warning!

"Energy System Diagnostic Scans activated..."

What's going on?

"Energy Diagnostic scans complete.

Where am I?

"Primary power generator...destroyed."

Destroyed? What's destroyed?

"Secondary power generator...damaged. Priority repair target."

Wait, where the hell am I?

"Territary power generator...damaged. Priority repair target."

Stop!!

CAUTION: WARNING: Plasma reactor coil damaged!
CAUTION: WARNING: Plasma reactor coil damaged!

"Powering down plasma reactor coil. . . Stand by for plasmic discharge"

Pain and suffering flooded through Tegral's body as fire spewed from his veins. His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears burned savagely as some unearthly fire engufled his body.

Radiated fire of orange, blue, white, and red crackled and roared it's fury in the frozen tundra of Guldor. Evergreen trees exploded in a multi-color blaze, cracking down the middle and exploding it's flamming slivers in hundreds of thousands of different directions. Accellerated at hyper-velocity the splinters of fire and wood embeded themselves into anything and everything, burring themselves feet into the ground. The deadly projectiles flying at Tegral, however, were incinerated by the origion of the unearthly flames.

Suddenly, as fast as it had come, the pain subsided. The source of the flames died and the frozen ice around Tegral melted.

"Energy diagnostics complete, stand by for structural diagnostics."

It was a woman's voice, Tegral recognized it, but it was so cold and synthisized. It was a fake computer voice. Oh dear lord...not again!

"Processing. . . Processing . . . Processing . . ."

ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR

The words continued, filling Tegral's vision, one right after the other. Damn he hated this God that cursed him so well.

"Weapon diagnostic malfunction. Please reboot."

Damn peice of s**t!

Tegral's vision went black for countless long minutes. Hundreds of years could have passed by without Tegral even being aware of them, but instead his Primary CPU had remained intact and lessened the time exponensionally! Regardless, it was still long enough that a mighty gust had picked up, smothering the radiated flames that danced on Tegral's metalic structure.

"Weapon Diagnostic Scanning. . . Scanning . . . Scanning . . ."

WARNING: Diagnostic Systems DAMAMGED! Seek IMMEDIATE repairs.

"Weapon Diagnostics Offline: Awaiting repairs."

Regardless, weapon diagnostics or not, Tegral would still be able to determine which of his weapons were actually functioning, which were damaged, and which were more of a threat to Tegral than to his target. What he needed, more than anything else, was a basic mobility diagnostic! Why did those always come last?!

"Powering on..."

A steady solid line split Tegral's black vision in two. The line was white with speckles of black, a solid beam of static. Standard proceedure while his optical recepters focus in on his new enviroment. Some worlds had a higher light intensity than most, or sometimes had a strange amino acid in the atmosphere that would cause the light to filter through at a different frequency and make most of his sensors go hay-wire.

"Power online. Diagnostics complete. Administering chrono-logicistics."

"Planet rotation. . . . calculating"

"Natural satalite position. . . .computed."

"Planet rotation calculation. . . complete"

A standard calender sprouted into existance in the middle of Tegral's blank vision. Enhanced with highly sophisticated computer technology, bio-ion links enhancing reaction time, Tegral only needed a moment for the entire calender to download and process into his memory banks.

Like a monster raising from it's slumber Tegral's body slowly rose from the freezing snow. Fluffy white powder cascaded down from his damaged body. His vision was still black, but thermal detectors were still online and powered on shortly after he stood his full height of six foot three inches.

The world was converted from pure blackness into a vibrant assault of reds, blues, oranges, and yellows. Animals, who had finally gathered enough courage to return to the site of destruction that raged a week ago, showed up as vivid pictures of red and orange. Hearts, brains, and veins appeared the brightest, having the most blood being pumped through them, while the rest of their body were dull oranges or yellows.

One heat source, however, was not an animal. "Interesting." Tegral said in a soft murmur as he started towards this unknown heat source.

Don't think about, all those things you fear...

Hours later, an ear twitched, a slight register that might indicate someone listening, or the muscle jumping in a sleep induced dream. The insides of Sunstrike's ears were an amazing maze of pathways and layers. Why they had been designed as such was always a mystery to him, throwing it all down to one of Henry's strange fetishes.

That had been when he knew, at least a little, about what he actually was. For the moment, they were just the things picking up the sounds...Sounds of the room, a drip of an IV, a sound of a machine or two, breathing of another being, the far off click of a door as Marcel moved about his duties.

The voices, the whispers...they wouldn't go away, even in sleep.

The ear twitched again, followed by a brow moving. He seemed to be struggling with something. A memory was twisting and slicing it's way through his mind like a drill. Something strong enough to take shape in an almost parady view of masked monsters participating in a scene.

The ironic thing was that he didn't even recognize himself as being one of those monsters, he couldn't remember what he was supposed to look like. For now he was just a silent, pain-filled witness. That was until one of them strode straight up to him, forcing him to crumple up within his mind. Amber eyes glared furiously at him, as if he'd done something wrong...

And for some reason this terrified him beyond the imagination, beyond any of the pain and into a kind of clarification that was startling.

He had done something wrong, and the monster was coming for him.

When and if the doctor woke up, it would be to find Sun hiding, curled around his bandaged injuries, UNDER the operating table, and staring wide-eyed into nothing.

A child afraid of the bogey-man.

He focused on the hands grasping his own, then on the jade green of the doctors eyes, kind and somewhat akward. Moving like a startled animal out of his den, Sun peeked out from under the table, favouring the wounded leg.

Twitching at the images that still flashed at the corner of his eyes, his breathing fast and unsteady, Sun opened his mouth, confusion colliding with snatches of memory, making the voice harsh and disjointed.

"I-....it's notGOINGGONE...!!" A shout and his forehead ended up in the palm of his hand, clenching and moving as if to give focus. He was seated now, and obviously trying to concentrate. Which conversation was this again?

"Don't let...the yellow...amber/treacle? No nonono....EYES, doctor...it had eyes..." This wasn't getting anywhere, his mind wasn't forming the words as it should do.

"stillBroken..." He said dismally, a moment of clarity... "Hiding..." Another, then he shook his head, eyes blurring again as he was yanked away by another time and situation.