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nexus_crossings2020-02-07 10:04 pm
legendary_titan) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-02-07 10:04 pm
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[[ooc: Saint's Navigation post is here! If there is any Russian speakers playing here, I'm using google translate, so I apologize if anything he says is incorrect! I won't mind at all if anyone corrects me! I love languages and learning about them. As an added note, I'll add what he said in English at the bottom of the post.]]
With a rustle of plate armor, Saint-14 sat up and looked around. He was currently sitting in a snowbank in what appeared to be a wooded area. Bewildered, his helmeted head looked this way and that as he tried to figure out where he was. It definitely wasn't where he was before. Wherever this was, it was heading into evening, and it was cold and snowing. Looking up instantly told him that he wasn't in the Last City, for there was no sign of the looming shape of the Traveler up above him.
Instantly wary, the Titan levered to his feet, straightening to his formidable height. Last he recalled, he had been in the Tower Hanger...how did he get here? He tried opening communications but received no signal. His Ghost apparently was as flummoxed as he was. The most important thing was that there weren't any nearby threats.
Not bothering to unsling the large shotgun on his back, Saint strode off through the snow. There appeared to be some sort of path, so perhaps he was near a settlement.
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Saint stood on the edge of the plaza, staring at the large assortment of partially snow covered couches, benches and tables. Large vidscreens were playing videos and playing announcements by the looks of it. There were people walking about of various shapes and sizes...and species that he didn’t recognize.
”Bozhe moi…” He muttered. “Gde ya, chert voz'mi?” It was only the fact that no one was trying to kill him or each other, that he didn’t pull his weapon. In fact, people were just going about their business as if nothing was amiss.
Once again, the Titan found himself far from home. After being in the Infinite Forest for so long, it was nice to find himself in a place that wasn’t a constant fight for survival. Next step would obviously be, ask around and find out where he was and find a place to warm up and regroup. Not paying any mind to the snow covering parts of his armor, Saint strode off through the plaza to do just that.
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Later, Saint-14 found himself in a nearby Cafe; sitting at a table in a corner (and almost looking comically too big for it) and looking through multiple pamphlets. After talking to various locals, he had been directed to where he could warm up and find the information he would need. Some info was very interesting - and some shocking. Especially when finding out that this was a different dimension. However the fact he could freely travel between here and his own world via what was called a PINpoint, put him more at ease.
When he came across the info about the Fallen living in the wilds, the Titan surged to his feet, nearly upending the table. He gingerly sat back down after a few moments (and noting the stares) - reading through the pamphlet again while quietly containing his knee jerk fury. Those bastards. After reading about some sort of truce, he crumpled up the paper in his fist before dumping it onto the table in furious disgust.
It took several minutes for him to calm himself, looking down at the other pamphlets on the table. He might as well follow the advice that he had read in one of them. He uttered a deep sigh, speaking up to the groups of people moving through the cafe at large.
“How far are you willing to go, to fight for the places and people that you love?” He spoke up, feeling kind of strange for just randomly speaking up to no one in particular. Despite his intimidating appearance, the deep voice coming out of the crested helmet was warm and kind; very heavily laced with a Russian accent. “Are you willing to stand up and defend your home and protect it?”
[[ooc: Russian translation: "Oh my god. Where the hell am I?"]]
With a rustle of plate armor, Saint-14 sat up and looked around. He was currently sitting in a snowbank in what appeared to be a wooded area. Bewildered, his helmeted head looked this way and that as he tried to figure out where he was. It definitely wasn't where he was before. Wherever this was, it was heading into evening, and it was cold and snowing. Looking up instantly told him that he wasn't in the Last City, for there was no sign of the looming shape of the Traveler up above him.
Instantly wary, the Titan levered to his feet, straightening to his formidable height. Last he recalled, he had been in the Tower Hanger...how did he get here? He tried opening communications but received no signal. His Ghost apparently was as flummoxed as he was. The most important thing was that there weren't any nearby threats.
Not bothering to unsling the large shotgun on his back, Saint strode off through the snow. There appeared to be some sort of path, so perhaps he was near a settlement.
Saint stood on the edge of the plaza, staring at the large assortment of partially snow covered couches, benches and tables. Large vidscreens were playing videos and playing announcements by the looks of it. There were people walking about of various shapes and sizes...and species that he didn’t recognize.
”Bozhe moi…” He muttered. “Gde ya, chert voz'mi?” It was only the fact that no one was trying to kill him or each other, that he didn’t pull his weapon. In fact, people were just going about their business as if nothing was amiss.
Once again, the Titan found himself far from home. After being in the Infinite Forest for so long, it was nice to find himself in a place that wasn’t a constant fight for survival. Next step would obviously be, ask around and find out where he was and find a place to warm up and regroup. Not paying any mind to the snow covering parts of his armor, Saint strode off through the plaza to do just that.
Later, Saint-14 found himself in a nearby Cafe; sitting at a table in a corner (and almost looking comically too big for it) and looking through multiple pamphlets. After talking to various locals, he had been directed to where he could warm up and find the information he would need. Some info was very interesting - and some shocking. Especially when finding out that this was a different dimension. However the fact he could freely travel between here and his own world via what was called a PINpoint, put him more at ease.
When he came across the info about the Fallen living in the wilds, the Titan surged to his feet, nearly upending the table. He gingerly sat back down after a few moments (and noting the stares) - reading through the pamphlet again while quietly containing his knee jerk fury. Those bastards. After reading about some sort of truce, he crumpled up the paper in his fist before dumping it onto the table in furious disgust.
It took several minutes for him to calm himself, looking down at the other pamphlets on the table. He might as well follow the advice that he had read in one of them. He uttered a deep sigh, speaking up to the groups of people moving through the cafe at large.
“How far are you willing to go, to fight for the places and people that you love?” He spoke up, feeling kind of strange for just randomly speaking up to no one in particular. Despite his intimidating appearance, the deep voice coming out of the crested helmet was warm and kind; very heavily laced with a Russian accent. “Are you willing to stand up and defend your home and protect it?”
[[ooc: Russian translation: "Oh my god. Where the hell am I?"]]
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For his part, Palmer's deeply suspicious of Pelsor's deal. He believes Loki was sincere in wanting peace - he wanted the fighting to end and for the children especially to be safe, which is very fair - but it also means the peace process was rushed and incomplete. They haven't heard from the Fallen since. That's a good thing, as far as he's concerned, but there are a lot of open questions - what the Fallen were after, how they found the Nexus, and if they had help. What they want now.
"They mostly took computer materials and spaceship parts. Blankets, too, and reference manuals from the Grand Library. The House of Winter and a salvage team I was on were both investigating a downed ship and they weren't interested in sharing. They chased us off, but we rescued a droid from them. My guess is they used the stuff they stole to help them build their base. Katiri said they mostly target things they have a practical use for, so no money or valuables were taken."
Palmer's pretty sure that poor droid would've been taken apart for scrap by the Fallen if they got their claws on him, so he's glad they saved him.
"I know a bit about Winter - that they're one of the more beaten-up Houses, and Pelsor's probably one of their last Baronesses. She must've been a pretty tough customer to last this long. I thought it was weird that she sent Loki to talk to us, rather than one of her own people, 'specially since they apparently talk a big game about bravery."
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"They are xenophobic pirates and scavengers so their behavior and what they took makes sense." He said finally. "Not only to build a stronghold, but to also use to convert to the Ether they need for sustenance." He inclined his head. "I do thank you for the information. I am afraid there is nothing much we can do. At least not yet. I intend on meeting with the other Guardians to sort this out." They also needed to find out how Winter got into the Nexus in the first place - and shut that down.
"Ah forgive me. Would you like something to eat or drink? It's the least I can do for your helpful information."
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Palmer takes a seat, listening to Saint's explanation. He's unusually thoughtful, his usual slacker mannerisms disappearing.
"I'll say this, you gotta handle this with care. Pelsor's not causing trouble for anyone at the moment, her people are keeping to themselves, so some folks might think it's better to let sleeping dogs lie."
He nods in response to the question, smiling. He likes this Exo. "Don't mind if I take you up on that offer. Got a place in mind? There's a few good places to eat here. Katiri told me a bit about your world when I came to visit."
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The Titan's thoughts were disrupted at Palmer's question. "Ah..this cafe serves food, yes? I figured that I could get you something while we chat." He personally didn't feel like eating at the moment. "Wait...you visited my world?"
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Food's a more pleasant thing to talk about, and food gets Palmer's mind off the topic. "Yes - Katiri took me there briefly for a quick sightseeing trip. I stayed out of trouble, don't worry about that. How 'bout a couple muffins and some milk? That'd be nice."