(Alright. Time for the first post, I've let this sit long enough.)
Arin Lloyd
Snow raged over the wreckage of Arin's gunship...winds roaring ferociously as the cold slowly seeped into the pod. Sparks lit across the dashboard, echoing through the silence of the ship.
Arin's eyes remained closed, and slowly he rubbed the wound on his head. He groaned.
"God damn..."
Slowly he opened his eyes and peered out of the cockpit of his crashed gunship. Snow, endless amounts of snow raging through the sky. To the North a violent cold sea, filled with cities of Ice Bergs was in sight...to the South there were a variety of cliffs and pine forests...all blanketed in ice and snow.
Slowly he reached down and unbuckled the safety harness around his seat. He groaned, every inch of his body ached in pain...the consequences of having to do such a crash course maneuver.
He peered behind him...snow had flooded the rest of ship behind him. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, watching the particles of his breathe crystalize from the cold. Quickly he reached down, groaning in the process as he put over a grey heavy winter coat on himself. Putting his things together into a backpack, he hunched it over himself. Right before he left he grabbed a silver orb from out of the ship's dashboard. "I'm not leaving you behind. Not yet anyway."
Arin then raised his hand in front of him, and focused on the windshield of the gunship.
He inhaled, and closed his eyes. Focusing on something other then the pain.
CRASH!
The windshield flew off. Arin climbed out of the cockpit, hunching his face into the coat to try and get his face out of the wind. Behind him lay the wreckage of a massive class A airship, slowly sinking through the ice into the chilled waters below.
He pulled out a radio. "Sanctum! Sanctum air, this is Arin Lloyd, is anybody out there!" He screamed through the wind.
Silence...the wind was causing too much interference. Using the radio now would just waste battery...besides, SNTS forces would soon be on this area like hounds to the slaughter, searching for survivors.
His hand reached into his pocket, and he pulled out the baseball sized silver orb, clicking a button in the center. The button flashed blue, and turned into what looked like a glowing blue eye.
"Arin?" An english sounding computerized voice asked.
Suddenly the orb defied gravity itself, floating in the air around him, somehow able to resist the violent winds around him.
The orb's eye scanned it's surroundings. "Where are we?"
"I don't know Ed..." Arin replied, hunching over to keep his heat up. "I think we're somewhere near the northern boundaries..."
"You mean the northernmost continent? How did we end up here?" the strange orb named Ed asked.
"Navigation went to hell...we got lost in some kind of storm, then we were shot down by a barrage of SNTS airships..."
"Hm. I see." Ed stated.
"According to the early maps of the first explorers of the area, there is an Asperan ruin to the South of here...in the trees."
Arin Lloyd
Snow raged over the wreckage of Arin's gunship...winds roaring ferociously as the cold slowly seeped into the pod. Sparks lit across the dashboard, echoing through the silence of the ship.
Arin's eyes remained closed, and slowly he rubbed the wound on his head. He groaned.
"God damn..."
Slowly he opened his eyes and peered out of the cockpit of his crashed gunship. Snow, endless amounts of snow raging through the sky. To the North a violent cold sea, filled with cities of Ice Bergs was in sight...to the South there were a variety of cliffs and pine forests...all blanketed in ice and snow.
Slowly he reached down and unbuckled the safety harness around his seat. He groaned, every inch of his body ached in pain...the consequences of having to do such a crash course maneuver.
He peered behind him...snow had flooded the rest of ship behind him. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, watching the particles of his breathe crystalize from the cold. Quickly he reached down, groaning in the process as he put over a grey heavy winter coat on himself. Putting his things together into a backpack, he hunched it over himself. Right before he left he grabbed a silver orb from out of the ship's dashboard. "I'm not leaving you behind. Not yet anyway."
Arin then raised his hand in front of him, and focused on the windshield of the gunship.
He inhaled, and closed his eyes. Focusing on something other then the pain.
CRASH!
The windshield flew off. Arin climbed out of the cockpit, hunching his face into the coat to try and get his face out of the wind. Behind him lay the wreckage of a massive class A airship, slowly sinking through the ice into the chilled waters below.
He pulled out a radio. "Sanctum! Sanctum air, this is Arin Lloyd, is anybody out there!" He screamed through the wind.
Silence...the wind was causing too much interference. Using the radio now would just waste battery...besides, SNTS forces would soon be on this area like hounds to the slaughter, searching for survivors.
His hand reached into his pocket, and he pulled out the baseball sized silver orb, clicking a button in the center. The button flashed blue, and turned into what looked like a glowing blue eye.
"Arin?" An english sounding computerized voice asked.
Suddenly the orb defied gravity itself, floating in the air around him, somehow able to resist the violent winds around him.
The orb's eye scanned it's surroundings. "Where are we?"
"I don't know Ed..." Arin replied, hunching over to keep his heat up. "I think we're somewhere near the northern boundaries..."
"You mean the northernmost continent? How did we end up here?" the strange orb named Ed asked.
"Navigation went to hell...we got lost in some kind of storm, then we were shot down by a barrage of SNTS airships..."
"Hm. I see." Ed stated.
"According to the early maps of the first explorers of the area, there is an Asperan ruin to the South of here...in the trees."
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