As you are going through the rigors and training in comatose, the ground shakes and the walls rumble. Without warning they rupture and violently fizz out of existence, the training dummies, alive or dead, share a similar fate. An unholy noise pierces the void of the realm, quickening its destruction. The floor cracks and the sky rains down ins pieces, you look towards the maiden and even though she doesn't look disturbed, you can tell that something has gone wrong.
"Good hero..." she floats over, none of the debris landing anywhere near her, "I fear that no longer hath we the luxury to dawdle on these acts. Thou art to awaken from thy slumber now." The maiden reaches out her hands and places them on your cheeks, "Have faith, good hero. May you find your fate once more."
The world collapses even faster now and the ground under you falters but the maiden keeps you suspended in air, “And so I liberate thee unto a world anew. May you find your fate once more."
Touching a palm on to your forehead, you are suddenly shot back, feeling the inertial winds shooting your body back into your body in a strange sensation. The three who were in the simulation were woken with a shock, dazed and confused as they reoriented their sense to the real world as they banged on inside of their stasis coffins as the ancient medical displays went haywire from this sudden burst of life from their chambers.
“Activating all pods under designation ‘B2-DS3’, system running.” A wispy female voice drifted through the barren corridors of the Nexus as a disturbing rumbling shook the metal tiled floors.
With a raspy breath of air, the pods awoke their occupants and forced them into consciousness rather abruptly. Taking their first breaths of life in eons, the FateFallen stumbled out of their containers, some collapsing to the ground, others vomiting up empty stomachs, usual side effects of long term stasis storage. It seemed that only those who had been awoken before were in decent shape.
“My dearest Forlorn,” the feminine voice rang clear and true in the head of all of the awoken despite the worrying sounds of explosions within the facility, “I am the Fabled Maiden, thou’s new guiding herald to this world anew thou doth not know.”
A roar echoed in the halls, deafening any who heard it, “There would a more appropriate ceremony for awakening under ideal circumstances, but I am afraid there is nought the time for it now. Gather your sacred arms and ready for self for a terrible beast as awoken from the depths and now ravages this holy temple.”
Another blast brings everyone to attention as they see the people around them, glad they are not alone in this new quest. They may not have wanted to follow the orders of a maiden they couldn’t see but they were spurred on none the less. The three who were in the training simulation now find themselves with a “Token Pixel”; A small trinket of unknown origins and equally unknown abilities but you know that you were not “buried” with it.
Greetings are shot out as people preform some quite stretch and check their aged equipment before running down the hall, the aura of danger increased. You and your new comrades where going to try and reach what you thought would be the main chamber where you believed the beast to be but instead, the group ripped open and out popped something perhaps once a human. But now its emancipated fleet was almost entirely covers in wires and metal with only a bit of his torso flesh showing and a single arm, the rest being synthetic alloy parts with some giant contraption on his left arm.
The words “Fallen Cyber Maiden Daemon” flashes across your eyes as it lets out and unholy cry and looks at you with starving eyes, wanting little more than your blood and death. “Good heroes!” The Fabled Maiden cries out, “Slay this most horrid beast which now seeks ruination of your new home! May you find your fate once more, fair warriors of old!”
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