1.7|Cavvy aboard your anywhere

 

1.7|Cavvy aboard your anywhere

 

Figures rapidly lowered onto the roof, and Raelyn was surrounded. She stumbled backwards as they aimed their guns and slowly surrounded her, everything in the skyline seemed to wash with grey.

Protas felt as if she was floating. The light that had become her in her eyes surrounded everything in her vision, she could still remember the taste of her girlfriend's sweet lips when she was flung into the blank, bright void. Her tongue was still moist as she swam through the stars, but she didn't feel the cold. The stars were warm and the emptiness around her was blissfully soft and she had no trouble remembering how it felt to be in a space where time meant nothing. She'd been here before, if briefly, many times. But usually she was flung right back.

In the space between all spaces, Protas looked around and saw streams of color. It appeared much like the Cascade of infamous reclaim in Xi, but the cyan and white flood of light that swept all in its path lacked the vividness or imagery swimming through it. Protas reached her hand towards the flowing fountain of color, and felt herself sucked in, turning ethereal. She heard a chorus of voices that all sounded like her own.

She was pulled by the torrent of color towards a being that was vaguely familiar. She could not name it, but she remembered the feelings of the being, it seemed to be warm, but it had no form. The faces of friends flashed in front of her eyes and then became translucent, dissolving into the being. They called out to her, urging her to stop. She could not feel the air around her, or the cold that she usually felt in this void. She could not feel anything but the soft presence of the being.

No! No! You're safe!

Her own voice sounded as if it was coming from somewhere else, from someone else.

Her essence peaked through one panel of the void. Beyond lay a girl holding a gun to a man in a white mask with tall ears underneath. As she walked by them and the hall ablaze, time and space seemed to glitch frozen around her, as if moving in temporal increments that a fly would shrink at. Protas placed her hand on the girl and stood in shock. How was it that her face looked so similar to her own? Yet, one etched into mania, blood splatters across her face. It wasn't a girl she failed to recognize.

"Allie?"

The light from behind her grew and she started to back into it.

On the other side was a woman in a corporal uniform, in a comm stream. She was typing away on computer screens in some kind of bunker station. The woman felt a psychic disturbance. Protas felt her body becoming less solid, and she stepped back again flickering back in, continuing her transversal among terrestrial regions. The next moment she was in the midst of a protest, on a tall rooftop. She saw someone wielding a sniper, they turned around when she showed up. Confronted with them, she leapt back and warped away again. Now she was in a cheering concert, some type of metal band rocking out onstage. Time beat like a drum one moment, then froze the next back and forth as she walked along the crowd. The tendrils from the panels of light reached out and grabbed her. She was thrust into the edges of a town, by some woods. The stench of death didn't escape her, she saw a grotesque child feeding over a gigantic pile of corpses poorly concealed by dirt and gravel. Protas covered her mouth, stepping back. The child, had some resemblances to her yet painted in splotched pieces of blue and green scabs and growths across her body, sclera pitch black. The ground sunk beneath her, catching Protas in its light.

Protas felt a disturbance again, this time it sent her running down an escalator, then she was back in some kind of room with a single desk, a single chair, and two security guards facing the door. She stared at the door, unsure of what it was or what she was supposed to do, only that she wasn't supposed to stay here.

Protas then fell in front of the door in a faint, and her eyes began to open. She looked around and could see a series of tubes, dozens across every row. There was, herself? And Raelyn up ahead! She ran forward, only to watch herself turn her head, nod and wave. When Protas tried to shout and take a single step, she was flickered out into nothingness again, and reassembled far into the stretches of reality.

There was nothing to see in the space where Protas stood, but she could see a point of light in the distance. What kind of void was this? She didn't recognize any of the stars.

All was dark, and it's hard to make out the ground. Protas felt as if her feet were floating. All the colors that seemed to surround her vanished, leaving her in monochrome. She was not even aware of where she stood. Protas just knew she was somewhere above. She then heard something. A voice, a woman's. "Welcome my child." It spoke, and it began to rain a black torrential downpour.

"There is more to you than meets the eye." A voice shouted, booming. Protas gasped, as if she was drowning in a pool of dark liquid tears. "The world you once knew is gone, in time you shall see, it cannot return. The world of light is a farce, the true world is a dark place. I am a god, I am the Creator of Worlds. The bringer of Death." Their  form, while still a near silhouette was massive, gangly arms and a slightly hunched back leaned over to witness Protas in all feebleness. This so called 'god' was tall and lanky, their three arms outstretched. That's when Protas saw the dark rain was flowing off their palms like rows of silk, and the blackness on their eyes, like onyx that shone with an iridescent light of its own, reflected the light from the raindrops like shards of a brilliant moon shattered across the cosmos.

"You were meant to be destroyed, meant to be forgotten, left to die a true darkness." She said.

Protas was frozen in her disbelief. What was the true world? It had to be dark, surely this was a dark place? She felt a familiar surge of anger, of rage, at being in a place she was not supposed to be. Her body was suddenly charged, it surged like a bolt of lightning. She then felt the same surge inside of her as the blackness in the void flooded through her with greater force. It was like a hurricane that sucked the air out of her lungs, and was like a hurricane of lightning that swept through her entire being and made it burn like a furnace. The void was as black as the stars in her eyes, but the heat coming from her burning core was that of a white hot star, burning the void. The figure above cupped her into two hands and held her gently.

"But I am the forger of darkness, it bellows and bends to my whispers. And I say, you have a purpose to fulfill yet my child. It is not to die in the void of nothingness. It is to bring the worlds to my side. And bring forth the void, to bring it to splendor."

Protas felt a force sweep through her, and suddenly her body was glowing, she could see her body clearly.

Her core was glowing with a purple that was similar to the blackness of the void, yet not the blackness. It was a deep, warm purple, flowing into her similar to that of blood and veins. Her eyes were dark orbs like those of the afterlife, but it was the darkness within her that seemed to glow, the darkness of the void, of a night with no stars, just a great ocean of black.

Her clothes, when they covered her arms, felt so cold, they turned into slick inky latex but when they were peeled away, Protas was burning so bright, she was a torch! A flicker in the night.

She was a being of nothingness, and of darkness.

"What do you say, become my champion?" The voice asked.

"W-who are you?" Protas said, illuminating all.

She could see the figure grin, black lips smiling. "Grahim. Novus Grahim." The entity let Protas go. "Think about it later~" And with a blinding flash, this dimension was gone.

She woke up on a cold metal floor inside a cell, with a horrible headache. What was any of that? A wave of depression and confusion swept her. What was this place? Why was she here? Where was her home? Her heart sank as she thought of her girlfriend, Raelyn. Her voice would be so concerned, it'd voice something like,

"Protas!"

Just like that, she thought. Yes exactly like that.

She shook her head. "Raelyn?"

On the other end of the cell Raelyn got up, rushing over. The two embraced.

Everything was a gray steel, nothing of the walls of their comfy military Office. "W-where, are we?" Protas asked, voice still shaky. A part of her was still disoriented in disbelief, it was hard to remind herself what was real, what was solid. "We're on a Llavalite carrier ship. After you.. you disappeared on me Pro." She sighed. "They came and invaded the Veteran's offices and were looking for me. I got captured, that was weeks ago!"

"W-weeks?" Protas asked. "Weeks? We've been here for weeks?"

Raelyn nodded. "What's the last thing you remember, Protas?"

The answer dawned on her, she didn't want to tell her best friend that she could no longer remember anything, that she was suddenly a ghostly figure. She wouldn't want to admit that she didn't know what was real, that she was lost in a dream and a void.

Protas shrugged. "I was at my old Office, I woke up here."

Raelyn looked confused, "You're lying! I can tell. You flashed out Protas. I

thought you had one of your 'flashbacks', did you get confused who you were?"

"A flashback?" Protas repeated. She shirked after a short silence. "Oh alright

alright. No. I was not in the office, I was in some kind of... a void." She said.

"Like a pocket universe or something." She said. "Like a dimension. A realm of nothingness. A couple places actually, one of them was a weird lab with, tubes and weird equipment."

"Well, I hope your little vacation in that, dimension or whatever was comfier

than spending a cell stay with your girlfriend."

Raelyn's voice was sharp. "Why don't you tell me what happened, that's the

only way I can help."

"There is no helping it. It was hard to explain, not the way to do it. It's a long story and I don't remember. It's like I went into this deep pit, and it was like I was out of my body, like I had no connection. And I just felt.. I just felt darkness." She scratched her head. "Sorry if that sounds really dumb."

"Oh don't be silly! It's alright! Tell me everything, Protas. We'll figure it out." Raelyn said, bringing her girlfriend to the cell bed.

"Then I saw a woman, I saw her, in the light of darkness, like a torch. She was smiling." Protas paused, a dark fog crept in over her. "Raelyn, I think I saw the Creator of worlds. Or so she claimed. And she.."

An approaching guard interrupted. A Llavalite, armed and patrolling went to unlock their cell. "You may go."

"W-what?" Protas asked. "I, just got here?"

"I said to go, there's nothing for you here."

Raelyn's eyes widened. She grabbed her lover's hands. "You're not leaving! I

love you Protas. Stay with me, don't go back!" Protas looked back at her.

"Both of you." The Llavalite grunted. "Go."

"O-oh." The two looked at each other, feeling abit over-dramatic right now. They were lead out of their cell and soon taken to the bridge. The Llavalite Commander turned around in his seat. "Transactions have been complete. The War Prisonary commission agreed to a prisoner's exchange. Besides," he smirked. "We've done as we needed." On the other side of the room, another Llavalite was teleported in, he saluted to his commander and went to medbay.

Protas raised her brow. "What does, that mean?" She asked.

Raelyn rubbed her shoulders, kicking her peg abit with a clack. "They, performed some tests on me. Drew blood, scanned my vitals, shot up a few weird drugs." Prosaic was outraged. "They TORTURED you?!"

She shook her head. "Nothing horrible like that. Just, testing and diagnosing,

and some minor scans."

The Llavalite Commander rolled his eyes. "Bloody broads.. Get off my ship!" He pressed a button and the teleray from above zapped them both, beaming them onto the surface of the very office they'd been at. They walked back to the same room they were conversant in weeks prior, although it was only a few minutes for Protas. The awkward silence sunk into the stale air.

"So this, goddess, this creator of worlds.. Novus, like from my dream?" Raelyn

perked up. "Was she hot?"

Protas smiled. "I, would guess no." She said. "She was.. cold. She was so cold,

like she felt nothing."

Raelyn gave a sly grin. "You liked her..?"

Protas blushed. "HUGE chest, biggest knockers I've ever seen. She was a giant

so.."

Raelyn let out a giggle, the sound echoing in the empty halls. "Well, I'm sorry for embarrassing you. Wish I could've met her. We're going to work this out together, you'll see. We'll get out of here and go back home to our apartment, we can-" The sound of something thumping, echoed through the halls. A Llavalite soldier, in an overcoat, carrying what looked like a weapon, walked right in the middle of their sentence. Raelyn looked confused. "What? Who are you?"

The soldier gave a slight chuckle. "A fool, am I not?" He placed his hand in his pocket. "A gift, from R.I.N.G." He tossed her a holo datadisc. "Browse thru the contents of that, you may find amusement in what awaits you." He coughed a few times. "Now I've done my part. The Courtier won't let you two do as you please for long.."

And the next moment, he was beamed out.