A man walked through a ghost ship. He thought to himself... "how ironic. A ghost ship for a ghost man." How ironic indeed.
It was the Cerberus II. The once proud flagship of the crown. Now a hunk of steel and tech wasting away. "Am I even Real?" he thought to himself? He was confused, and alone. He sat in his chair, and pretended to insert his jack.
Suddenly the ship sprang to life. computers booted, engines fired. Defensive systems activated, and the broadcast was made. He was in the loading area. "How?!" He looked around. White, his custom coded clothes, his bandana and sunglasses. How?! He thought this was an illusion from death playing a cruel trick on him. but it wasnt. It was reality. The man in red atempted to load himself into the matrix.
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Tabor W. A familiar place. There he was. New members of the crown floatin about, doing their duties. Some gasping at the sight of him. Others shrugging it off, and him as well. Silk was in charge now. She garnered all their respect. Why not? She had earned it, and deserved it. Things have changed indeed. He began a harsh realization... His time with them is over. He set coordinates on his ship and began to fly to a better broadcast level while remaining inside the matrix.
Rylie. Who is she? Someone like him. She had spent the last year in solitude. While different from Seph, Seph was still as distant as any solitude you can find. A small conversation happened. It was akward, but seph explained himself and his circumstances. two people now on a once proud flagship. I help you, you help me. But what in the hell am I? How have I returned?
*a small sigh*
No time to worry about that. I have work to do.
It was the Cerberus II. The once proud flagship of the crown. Now a hunk of steel and tech wasting away. "Am I even Real?" he thought to himself? He was confused, and alone. He sat in his chair, and pretended to insert his jack.
Suddenly the ship sprang to life. computers booted, engines fired. Defensive systems activated, and the broadcast was made. He was in the loading area. "How?!" He looked around. White, his custom coded clothes, his bandana and sunglasses. How?! He thought this was an illusion from death playing a cruel trick on him. but it wasnt. It was reality. The man in red atempted to load himself into the matrix.
s
Tabor W. A familiar place. There he was. New members of the crown floatin about, doing their duties. Some gasping at the sight of him. Others shrugging it off, and him as well. Silk was in charge now. She garnered all their respect. Why not? She had earned it, and deserved it. Things have changed indeed. He began a harsh realization... His time with them is over. He set coordinates on his ship and began to fly to a better broadcast level while remaining inside the matrix.
Rylie. Who is she? Someone like him. She had spent the last year in solitude. While different from Seph, Seph was still as distant as any solitude you can find. A small conversation happened. It was akward, but seph explained himself and his circumstances. two people now on a once proud flagship. I help you, you help me. But what in the hell am I? How have I returned?
*a small sigh*
No time to worry about that. I have work to do.