[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-8436315_zpsd02f9fa5.png[/img][/center] [b]Previously:[/b] [i]From a world not completely unlike our our, Isaac Fontaine found himself pulled backwards into this world. In that world, Isaac fought crime, injustice... and occasionally the downright weird as the Vigilante. He clearly plans to do that again. And it's for that purpose that he looked to re-secure a line on equipment which he used in his own world. After a shaky first impression with the man who may hold the key to what he needs, Isaac disappeared into shadows of the backstreets. That was when it happened:[/i] [quote=Previous post]Then he felt it. A sensation like something had just grabbed him around the waist from behind and yanked him. The street disappeared beneath him, then so did the city, then Maine, the Eastern Seaboard, the entire continent, the world, then the sun and new and different stars went whizzing past. Places he couldn’t name because they’d never been given one, even if he could recognize them (which he couldn’t). Twinkling stars became streaking lines of light. Somehow, for the second time in his life, he could breathe whilst in the great expanse of space. But this would be impossible. Tilting his head back, he tried to look around him to see how this could be so but immediately felt sick from the light show of stars blinking into and out of view. No more streaks. Now simply there one second and gone so fast he wasn’t sure he’d ever even seen them. A sense of déjà vu. Then the streaks appeared behind him again. Whatever was happening, he was slowing. Not that that said much, he was still going faster than he ever thought possible. Then suddenly he was inside. How that happened was a mystery. He was in a place. Protected from space suddenly, he could never see it coming because he couldn’t bring himself to look ahead of where he was going due to the motion sickness. He’d slowed to a pace that allowed him to come to a smooth landing. Then his legs gave out underneath him. He dropped to his knees and retched all over the floor, his stomach settling almost instantly in the process. He looked around and saw two... creatures. He thought. He didn’t know what the hell else to call them. Bolbous masses with tendrils, tentacles and a puckered toothless hole which Isaac incorrectly assumed was the mouth. One creature ran away from behind him, Isaac realising he’d just had some kind of device put on his head while he vomited. To control me? Pacify me? “OK. Not to pacify. To translate.” A device on the other side of the room made a seemingly incomprehensible squeals and grunts. Getting to his feet, Isaac tried to fully comprehend his predicament as he surveyed the room around him. “Well, this is by far the most unlikely thing that’s ever happened to me...” He wiped the vomit from his mouth with his sleeve. Can’t have an alien race thinking we’re all a bunch of disgusting slobs. “And that’s saying a lot.”[/quote] [i]So that's where we are...[/i] ------------------------------------------------- The brow of Isaac’s balaklava lifted a half inch in response. [b]“Riiiiiiiiiight.”[/b] He sarcastically muttered. Isaac spat on the floor, the taste of vomit still in his mouth and the back of his throat. The floor was dusty and seemed to absorb his saliva with no noticeable effect. He began to peruse the room he was in. The walls were made from a strange fibrous compound similar in density and texture to natural oak, knotted and bulbous in places but unlike anything he’d ever seen before. [b]“What is this?”[/b] Further chirps and clicks before the device on his head translated. Isaac was staggered by the foreign sensation of images and concepts flashing across his brain courtesy of the strange device around his head. [b]“Triff—what the hell are you talking about..?”[/b] He muttered to himself. [b]“No,”[/b] he clarified [b]“I meant ‘what is this?’ as in what am I doing here? Why did I get dragged through time and space for the second time in days?”[/b] The creatures stopped fiddling with machinery long enough to look at Isaac as the reply filtered through the translator. [b]“And that organism would be me.”[/b] [b]“Risk-assess?”[/b] The pair continued to hurriedly work at machinery. Complicated machinery with glowing, moving parts. The pair looked back at the black garbed being from area 12832.4582OSA13474G, then back at the machine, making further alterations to controls. [b]“35496...”[/b] One stated, whilst working painstakingly at the machine, looking back and forth between Isaac and the device. [b]“Yeah... that’s where you lost me.”[/b] Isaac said, inspecting the walls again. A strange gurgling noise of rushing air, not unlike a belch or fart, came from the pair. The other creature spoke up. <12832 is our greater sector sector. Our jurisdiction is for timespace disruptions around the 4,582nd star system, on the Outer Spiral Arm of the 13,474th galaxy. It’s your address. I think you call your major star> suddenly the clicks and chirps stopped as the creature made a garbled monosyllabic expulsion of air: “Sol.” [b]“Riiiiiiiiiiiight.”[/b] Isaac muttered. Isaac tilted his head at the pair. [b]“You added some more on this time. What was that.”[/b] One creature looked at the other. [b]“Primitive?”[/b] Isaac growled with an animosity not exactly disproving their point. [b]“Perpetua-- Perpetual motion’s impossible.”[/b] The creatures went back to work on their device, while Isaac silently seethed. The man otherwise known as the Vigilante pondered his predicament. These creatures are some kind of law enforcement; only with a very small jurisdiction and little care for anything outside of it. Presumably they picked up that he’s not from this world, hence the disruptive presence in spacetime, and now they were checking their suspicions and would likely send him back. Least that’s what seemed likely... One of the creatures appeared to look back at Isaac from the machine. [b]“Spell..?”[/b]