STAR DATE: 6075 ERA OF THE ROYAL BUREAUCRATIC SECTORS DEEP SPACE ASTROID POCKET . . .
1,230,450,698,487,590 minutes? … Days??? How long had he been in this damn stasis-pod!!! He felt like a claustrophobic buried alive only it was worse than that he was drowning alive. Incased in an anti-gravity module filled with luke warm liquid, left to float asleep during the long dives. Supposedly to hamper the shock affect from the gate jumps- Black holes could be a bitch after all! Unstable just like women! But this long under and he was loosing his mind. The body of Unit 1623 was illuminated with green lights and liquid, just like ever other pod. But unlike those pods, the seemingly young man in Unit 1623 wasn’t asleep.
Poe had never actually fallen asleep, as the transport Freighter had ‘Put them to Sleep’. Instead he floated locked in semi-consciousness as the drugs coursed through his veins and the oxygen tube forced him to breath forcefully. Dammit he hated these things, but with the current tech it wasn’t easy to get half way across the Universe. Gate’s had been made from naturally collapsing stars at first – later the tech advanced and the RB-SECT started Making their own stars collapse. Poe had been very much against this hell he’d even rallied with his old pal Raylex. Ah good times good times. But he needed to focus now. Damn his wandering mind these drugs they made you reminiscent or was that only his age.
How long had he been in this tube again? For –Fucks Sake! I lost count again. He sighed inwardly and decided it was time to check on current events. His pod flickered suddenly a mere flash of red before going green again, then finally turning a bright aqua-turquoise as Poe sank into his power well. They’d put him in a form of water, silly how such a mishap in the future could get him out of So many trips to the slammer. Hell it’d already saved him. But back to the task…
The bright blue coloration of the lights on his pod were a key indicator that he was still well enough conscious to wield his abilities. Poe’s mind sank further away from reality, and himself, filtering out of his own body even in tiny threads. Splitting himself into strings of data, fibers if you will of energy that lanced through the water causing bright circuitry flickers within the water around his body. This if seen by anyone with advanced medical knowledge would be recognized as the map of a human’s mind when viewed through MRI’s. In a way Poe’s mind was within the water within the machine, within it all, and not only was he within it. He was hacking it. He was searching for the wireless data hub that monitored every single pod module. Finding it wasn’t all that tricky but breaking the codes of the RB-Sect gave him a yawn’s worth of trouble, it almost was like child’s play for him.
The moment he got through the dark world he projected himself through suddenly became stark startling white. Not a speck of color anywhere. The world felt into place bit by bit until the white room of nothingness was complete around him. Poe would see himself and see from himself all at once, a mind’s eye view of himself while still moving through the world, this double view game him ultimate supervision of his surroundings. Higher levels of his race fought to get the control he held of this digital plane. But his odd alignment with water had given him this. He wasn’t strong but he could do things they’d never even imagined. Poe in this world had hair just as turquoise as he eyes were. Where it was silver in reality it still had the same mop-ish style.
As his face lifted her saw the Link gear even though it wasn’t around his temples in reality he always projected them on in Virtua. His face was completely hidden behind a flawless, white mask. Where eyes should be two black almond shapes peered the word placebo was under one eye a twisted joke he caste on reality. While creepiest part of this mask was the upwards curved smile that projected the word commands of programs and actions he ran. And the moment creepy little smirk was nothing but a blinking dot in the bottom of the curve.
His body itself wore a classic styled button up white dress shirt with business jacket over and a tie strung loose upon his neck, a black skin tight body suit was underneath it all keeping all of his skin consealed. His hands covered with white gloves also broke to this same black material. His identity completely anonymous in this realm, a lanky figure with a creepy mask and Link gear. Some people liked to call him Mr. Poe for his causal manner of Virtua fashion. But he could care less. Boring…
That was when his mind extended, now that he was in the Net it was time to do a Browse search see just where this hunk of junk was on their… Re-Routed projectorie. He’d waited until the third Gate jump to hi-jack the freighter, it was a simple task send those who would look for it one way and turn the ship to take a gate it shouldn’t. Oopsie! Poe was a bastard he knew it but hey the next ship going to the Milky Way Ruins was a little beater Pub Class and he didn’t have the time for that shit. The time was now if never before.
Poe’s mind suddenly brought up file upon file for miles around all of these contained the information they’d been using to Cover the incident from ten years ago. An Explosion had set off and broken apart three wings of the E.C.H.O- SS. Nearly 5,000 lives lost and the only thing the official report had said at first look was a reactor over charged and blew. HA! Poe knew better these Space Stations were built to keep this. What had caught him more however was his father’s involvement his name had been attached to several release forms. Not only that, a large quantity of their own Tech had been going to ECHO’s private R&D department.
POE had been keeping an eye on them since, and now… whatever they have been working on was complete supposedly. They were having a few hiccups. Something to do with Electrical Cognitive Recognition … Poe’s Expertise; so he had submitted a formal resume to the R&D. Breaking in of and hacked his way to the CEO’s inbox with push notices too boot. They had read, they had called, he was going to see what he could do to … help…
The creepy mask looked up and the semi-circle of lips project the phrase ‘ You are Free’ a gloved hand would lift and from that hand bits of energy would float free to form vector arrows suddenly. Then race and stretch from the base of the energy column he created. These arrows rushed about piercing though file after file lifting up the relevant Poe was able to see everything within each it was like have a thousand minds all at once. He loved Virtua, if he could stay there for ever it would.
He found what he needed, the acceptance letter, a letter of Request for Formal Inspection, a Date for Viewing, a date Poe now had locked in his brain. This date had come across only a few nights ago. And since he’d been as impatient as a kid in a candy store. Soon he though, soon he would know why they did it. He hoped Raylex and his connection in ECHO would get him the crew he needed. Cause when it was time to go they were going to be the Galaxies most wanted. Poe could live with that title. He smiled inwardly as he halted his search. The arrows pausing in strike form like snakes awaiting their master’s command. He felt the eyes of another coming into his virtua net. Poe laughed it was a Dr. Scanner. How pathetic. But not need to tangle with something when he could reserve the energy and push the thrusts of the dingy freighter.
So he did , pulling back to the torment of his body, all arrows released the energy vanished and finally all but the mask remained in the Virtua Reality. Then finally a static glitch crossed the plane and the mask too… was gone. As Reality came spilling back into his conscious the pod would slowly return to a normal green hue, Poe was back in his body. But now her had the horrible pain to deal with and the un ending months that stretched before him before he could be free of this damned pod.
It was early at least that was what all the digis-clocks were reading. Supposedly it kept Most of the universe in sync. Poe often ridiculed the system but not today, today it was as if they were getting him back for all his slants in the past. Their glow was nearly as bright as a star’s to his eyes as he cleared the docking bay. The ring of engine’s the noise of people it was like being thrown into a pit of various races all jousting for the right of way, all their needs more important than the next man, woman or questionable species here. Finally he’d made it into the core of ECHO, now came the brutal part of navigating this behemoth of a Space Station and find his way to Sokyo District.
The place he needed to get to was not all that friendly to outsiders of the SS-ECHO; and he was just that. His cargos were black skinny leg variety tucked into the high tops of a pair of antique converses he kept in prime condition. Over this he wore a plain shirt that screamed brightly NO PAIN NO GAIN! Then a hoodie that appeared tech altered, in fact both his pants and jacket could convert for non-atmos situations. But as they were now he looked like a 20 year old punk with hood drawn up head tilted down as he poured through the crowd. Once the crowd started to thin he would look up his silver white hair caught the light and his tanned skin seemed to absorb the light instead.
His luminescent aqua-turquoise eyes were shielded behind the visor of his LINK GEAR. This equipment looked like little more than a pair of headphones that wrapped around the back of the skull instead of along the top. They were white with charcoal black accents and the words ‘YOU ARE FREE’ were on the very back of the band. These headphones connected him to the Virtua realm and well he was never without them. They were his most prized possession, mostly due to the fact that he’d modified them to hell and back. Without these he would have to revert to more …. Primitive means.
While his light sensitive eyes were shielded he was still experiencing one of his normal body numbing migraines. Funny how he always experienced them around larger ports like this one. Perhaps it was all of the bloody tech. None-the-less Poe was on a mission, he had places to be and people to meet up with. One old friend actually. So with those thoughts Poe pulled from his jacket pocket a capsule of pills and popped two like candy. He sighed as they dissolved in his mouth instantaneously and the relief, even minor, spread to his limbs.
He had made it to what he believed were the lower decks by this time, his mind had been wandering he barely knew where he was. Pausing by an access panel he looked in it’s direction and his visor did it’s work, scanned, x-rayed and data sifted through to find where the hell he was and how much farther he needed to go. “Damn if this place isn’t fucking big…” He mumbled.
He turned to walk a few more meters down the corridor then opened a man hole and slide down the rails of a ladder to another lower level. He proceeded to do this about ten more times until finally his feet dropped through a layer of steam and suddenly with his visor aglow he was now in a level of corridors that were dimly lit and slightly musty in the atmos area. It seemed this portion of the Ship was the rationed Slum Sector. Poe smiled showing both top and lower levels of teeth were sharp and curved a bit at the tips. He looked almost like a wolf with that grin. His blue eyes brighter now that he was in the dark he’d found the level he needed. He walked down the corridor a bit and drug his hand across an old panel that read ‘Soyko District’ Russian and Japanese lower class supposedly, but hell there was a mix of everything here.
He found himself only minutes later in a large hub chamber, cat walks criss-crossing open space while tiers held platforms were business, home and industry could work and function along everyday life… hell there was even a park on one platform. But Poe found himself taking an escalator up to a shadier level that was past the rim of the chamber and down an alley-way corridor that broke off like spider webs from the main chamber. He soon found the violet neon light glowing above the double doors of a club called Amnesia.
Memories blazed through his mind as he approached the doors, this club had a man on the door who looked of Zleor heritage, tentacles all over the damn face but dam nit they had a body of a minotaur. Big brutes with a keen eye for trouble. Poe halted at the door and gave the man a stern voice “За край /Za kray / Past the Edge/ “ Before moving to the door it slide open obedient to Poe as he’d order a command for it to open without it’s keeper’s keepers permission.
Once inside the club Poe’s eyes darted left then right, great Raylex wasn’t here yet. Just like her he figured then moved for the bar might as well get something else to help this headache along. He paused at the bar to order a Solar Martini then moved to a table in the back. His drink glowed bright pink and made him look leery as his blue eyes and visor clashed against the drink. But after taking a moment to examine all the people currently roaming, the dancers, the lurkers, the party goer’s the shady business men Poe felt at home and relaxed a little. His age had not been a question; these days your data chip told everything about you. He didn’t have one. Normally inserted under the thumb or a similar appendage you pay with the press of a thumb. His race being in control of tech ., walking silicone circuitry he could use and communicate freely with all machines freely. With his link gear he could interface wirelessly, or without touch. So payment with a press of his thumb, a slight flash of aqua and then he’d been on his way.
Now that he was relaxed he drank down two helpful gulps of his drink then slumped down in his cushioned semi-circle bench and let his lids slide half over those bright eyes of his. He also had a Red-Blue a strange energy drink mixing the two drinks together was a favorite of his but right now he needed the raw juice as his mind linked up with his gear and he crawled his conscious from his body.
Sliding about the security interface of the bar he kept one eye on the inhabitants while searching through the files he and Raylex had compiled for this … mission. Mechanics, gunners negotiators so many spots to fill Poe wished it could be only a hand full. He didn’t know how he would do with this many people, his apparent age was bound to come into question but the fuck he would let anyone take command of this from him. He had a mission, as he looked over the files he decided and calculated all of them into his own memory. Which would be the most troublesome, which would be the least worrisome. He arrived on Ruth Stellius’ file and his brow quirked in both Virtua and in reality. She was going to be an issue perhaps, their family had history but Poe didn’t really give two shits about how much money her father had cost his. He was disowned after all, well at least as a Heir could be disowned. It was laughable really.
He almost hoped she would cause him issues, none the less she was a good Astro Mech… he needed that more than anything. Someone who pushed the limits of known knowledge, the ships he would be working on was nothing they’d ever seen before. But for now they had to get the key first. He hoped her knowledge of ships and mecha would come in handy with their first task.
The key… it was going to be a bitch to get, but he had to hope that they could get it and the ship and then bail from ECHO without being killed. Poe trusted Raylex with her decisions and his own for that matter, the invites were sent now it was the waiting game to see who all showed up. He was still unsure how he wanted to pitch this to this motley crew, but he had to be careful.
Someone else was entering Amnesia and even through the black light purple lit room Poe saw EVERYTHING from his position half in half out of Virtua. He was like a spider watching as the doors opened, who would be first here he wondered. His arms were draped along the back of the bench he sat on and in one hand hung the RedBlue can which he sipped from again still peering at the new comer through the visor he gave a creepy vibe off but something about him seemed oh so ... innocent?!
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