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[IC] The Lesser of Two Heresies.
HexaDoken:
During the conversation, HexaDoken has seemingly fallen asleep. Or got carried away with his thoughts again. Either way, blasting off has returned him to reality. He casted a gaze in the darkness of deep space, and whispered something to himself. Noone could hear it.
"Xilla... right?" - red haired man speaks, while still looking in the nothingness. - "My full alias is HexaDoken, if you ever care. And I agree with MkLear that we should stop pointing pointy things at each other. This does not work well."
Once again, HexaDoken's words sound like we are not in a capsule drifting in the deep space, and what awaits us is not a suicide mission. More like we are peacefully drinking tea at our homes. And if like Xilla was holding not a deadly crossbow which shoots bolts perfectly capable of piercing a man's skull, but rather a toy pistol which shoots completely harmless pellets.
But HexaDoken's face expressed different feelings. It looked much like his mind was split, with minor part peacefully speaking with his colleagues, while major part was busy looking in the void... as if searching something there. Something very valuable, something what could dramatically change the flow of the things if it was found.
But what could he find there, in the infinite darkness?
Esther:
Xilla disassembles her crossbow and starts cleaning it. When she's done, she puts it back into the backpack. Then she takes out a wetting stone, spits on it and starts sharpening her sword.
Klear:
"This might be our last chance for some time to talk openly," MkLear suggests looking at the team, but then he reconsiders. "You know what? Feth this. I'm gonna have a nap. Wake me up when we get there."
Silhar:
And so you drift through the eternal night.
Each second draws you nearer the black globe. The beast reaches for you with its invisible tentacles. About to feed. About to gnaw your bones, tear your flesh, swallow your soul...
Suddenly, you realize how hot is inside. One couldn't feel it right away, but it is there. Growing slowly yet unstoppably. A gentle nudge turns into warmth. Warmth turns into heat. Heat turns into flames.
The light is also here. The night turns into a day. For scant seconds you can see sunlight dancing atop bright, white clouds. The vision is strange. Strange, and yet beautiful. The sunbeams flicker with endless colours.
And then, the fall. The heat slowly fades out.
Suddenly you cross the line, find yourselves underneath the soft layer of cloud.
It's unbelievably dark. The sky is part crimson red, as if raining blood, part purple, part deeply violet. There is no sunlight anymore and what you can see right under you looks like some sea of ash and ember.
And you keep drifting, keep drifting into this sea, swirling ocean of shadow.
It's cold now. So cold...
You can't really feel the moment when the lander blasts against the surface. It is like complete silence until you realize how loud is it.
Thrill, tremble, shake.
The earth drags you down, yet belts are holding.
And then, the cascade of noise. Immense roar of dust, scream of torn steel, you can even hear belts stretching and twiddling. Or is it your bone?
After a split-second, everything is gone.
Loud hissing. The door blasts open, letting this cold air in. It chills you deeply, right to the heart.
Suddenly, you find yourselves...
Act one: Longing for heat.
LuckyDee:
Lazerus elbows MkLear - fully knowing he could have never slept through this: "Wake up. We're there."
He wields his autogun and steps out of the pod, surveying the surroundings.
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