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Myriad Reality

*The force continues to observe till a hellish whisper begins to build within its skull, or at least what would have counted for one anyway, in addition to a visual static*

???: NO! NOT NOW! NOT AGAIN!

*The force moves, deactivating the sphere and rising from a previously unseen "seat." Moving throughout hallways of shadow, the figure walks up to a colorless shelf and takes another sphere, identical to the first, from it. Cradling it in their hands gently, as though a slight breeze could shatter it, the activated it, causing it to emit a three-dimensional recreation of a scene from another Plane taken in ages past*

???: I refuse... do you hear me? I REFUSE! YOU ALREADY HAVE MY BODY, I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM MY MIND! I refuse...

*The force watches the scene, focusing on it with an unearthly intensity, until the whispers fade and the static clears. Heaving a shaky sigh of relief, it shuts off the sphere and places it back on the shelf, before moving back down the hall towards the main area of sorts. Returning to its seat, the force picks up the sphere and begins recording once more as the pulsations of their form slowly grind to a steady rhythm, as though the state of anxiety it was in is now gradually fading*

???: Have I not suffered enough for my foolishness? Was not losing my body and being sentenced to an eternity of isolation enough?

*It shifted its gaze to the haziness stretching out infinitely before the window across from it, almost as though it were pleading for an answer, an explanation. Yet none came. Taking a moment to compose itself, the force resumed its observation of the existence before it, albeit with a much grimmer demeanor*

???: How long can I keep doing this?

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by ZAVAZggg>

Outside is effectively this "fuzziness" that will try to latch onto anything else that's introduced in the area. Beings who live there (such as the Outsiders) prevent this with special exoskeletons. Those able to resist the physical aspect of it often go insane because it'll latch onto consciousness as well and tear it asunder.

@Webmaster

Ah okay. And no worries @The World.

Myriad Reality

*The sphere continues to beep and the force continues to watch*

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

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Location: Hera - UIC Space - Ralor's Bunker

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The two Aelon quietly make their way through the brightly lit hallways of the bunker, swiftly eliminating any and all opposition raised up against them, be it through their rifles or telekinesis. Eventually they make their way deeper into the facility, until finally arriving at a thick blast door with an intercom directly to the right of it, next to a hand scanner. Making sure the area is secure, the pair begin to inspect the door when the sound of static followed by a loud yet deep voice echoes from the intercom, drawing their attention.

"I see you fuckers finally caught up with me," it said, the disgust in its tone plain to hear. Although it had been months since he'd fled, the two Enforcers could still remember the holovid of his trial and there was no mistaking the voice. It was Ralor. The man they'd been tasked with hunting down.

"Listen to me Ralor," Issoth began, propping himself up against the reinforced door with his free hand. "You and I both know that you don't have the resources to keep evading us forever. Eventually we'll find you, and you'll have nothing left to throw at us."

"Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I don't plan on letting you dipshits drag me back to that prison. You want me to go with you, it's gonna have to be in a body bag."

"That can be arranged," Qell remarked, drumming her fingers against the cold metal of her rifle.

Issoth glanced back at her, and she merely shrugged, though he knew she was right. They could easily kill him if they needed to, and furthermore they'd be completely within their rights as well. No government within the cluster, save for the criminally oriented ones that is, actually gave a damn about what happened to this who broke their laws. If anything, Issoth knew many officials preferred particularly troublesome lawbreakers be executed simply because of the fact that it saved them credits and resources they'd have to spend otherwise on having to keeping inmates alive in some dank cell somewhere. Still, he preferred to come back with the target alive rather than dead. It was more a matter of upholding a reputation than anything else.

Killing, after all, was easy. Capturing a heavily defended target who was also on the run without breaking so much as a sweat? Now that was far more impressive.

"Listen Ralor," Issoth went on, moving closer to the intercom. "You come back willingly and maybe we'll vouch for you. Get you a lighter sentence."

Ralor scoffed. "Has using the gates addled your mind Enforcer? Even if you did vouch for me, it wouldn't matter. It's fucking Raygon. I'll be lucky to get three years off my initial sentence with your involvement. That system they have doesn't care about the individual, and I learned that the hard way. Reason why I decided to use it to my own advantage. Look, in the end there's only one way this is going to go. Either I walk out of here alive, or you do."

Issoth paused, nodding slowly, before responding. "You sure you want it to go down this way Ralor?"

There was silence for a moment before his voice came through the intercom once more, this time accompanied by the sound of a firearm being cocked. Most likely an old kinetic variant still reliant on gunpowder or some other such explosive compound.

"Yeah," he said, his tone grim. "Hope you got a good trigger finger lawman."

Issoth couldn't help but smirk underneath his helmet. Despite the grim business they were about to get into, he couldn't help but be impressed at the man's confidence. For Ralor had been confident before shutting off the intercom. Issoth could hear it in his voice, a last minute show of cockiness in the face of certain death. Granted the bastard was scum, but at least when it came down to final stands he had some balls.

Still... that wouldn't save him.

Motioning to Qell, Issoth met her gaze for a bit as they both placed their hands flat against the door and summoned up as much telekinetic energy as they could and channeled it into the barrier, blowing the steel obstruction out of its frame. Moving in, the two engaged Ralor in a brief yet vicious firefight, before extracting his corpse and making their way back to the surface. From there the two Adjudicators returned to their ships, their target in tow, and began the long voyage back to Raygon.

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by ZAVAZggg>

It's not "empty space" for one, it's absolute emptiness. Normal "absolute emptiness" is still a state of Code, this has no Code whatsoever.

@The World

Ah I see. So at the most basic of levels Code is within the "empty" spaces in Existence whereas the Outside has none? Just want to be sure I understand this correctly.

Myriad Reality

Ah shit, I'm an idiot. I actually forgot about space-time. And Quantum Foam.

I... I have no idea how but I did.

EDIT: Also, about how this figure got there... well assuming Nemid or any other being in the Outside can actually be visited by this being, which my profile may or may not be a representation of, or visit it, then you'll find out. Don't feel like completely spoiling the process of how it got to where it is.

Myriad Reality

*Meanwhile a force watches from afar with interest, its eyes or perhaps whatever passes for sensory organs to it now, greedily observing every moment. Every attack and defense. Boast and plea. Triumph and defeat. And, shifting itself into a comfortable position, this force sits back, an amused smile slowly creeping across its face as it lifts a smooth obsidian sphere and applies pressure to it, causing the surface to indent slightly and the object itself to emit a low beeping noise*

???: Looks like I'm in for quite the show today.

Myriad Reality

Cyrox Orin: *Eventually arrives in a city and, remembering the door event from awhile back, I wrap my hand around the knob of a nearby door, letting the feeling of exhilaration overwhelm me once more before I pull it open to reveal a sandy beach. Summoning Rex with a sharp whistle, I cross the threshold with him on my heels, shutting the door behind us and watching as it quickly fades from the space in front of me* You know... I think it's time for some relaxation. What do you think Rex?

*Rex rolls around in the sand happily*

Cyrox Orin: *Chuckles, beginning to walk along the shore* Alright, lets go.

Myriad Reality

Fenris: *Finishes analyzing the fight and comes to the conclusion that, for the time being anyway, Nemid cannot be beaten* Well, it's not the most ideal conclusion, but it's better than nothing. Maybe with time I can find some weakness, or the others can, but for now I'll have to avoid him... *Receives a flashback of the Vy'lar elders being destroyed, like bugs being crushed under one's heel* If I can...

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by The World>

You could just be repelled by empty space, preventing you from entering any of them.

@Webmaster

I must ask though how specifically empty space would repel something. Or is this just one of those things where it's Outside things and don't look too deep into it?