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You don't realize how isolated you are until a pandemic hits and you legit make zero changes to your life.
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So, I thought the dryer made my clothes shrink. Turns out it was the refrigerator :/
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Sai’rys Vytar

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[:: The Noreaster | Cargo Bay ::]

“Wicked...”

The hushed comment slipped through his dark cobalt lips as as slight smirk creased, even though he assumed he had been thinking the word. Funny how the mind words, not that Sai’rys put much stock in the psychological aspects of life, but he also didn’t vocalize his concerns much these days on account of not having much to say. Essentially, he always found it safer to keep his source code hidden from prying eyes, and while he wasn’t much drawn into situations such as what was presenting itself ahead of him, he figured what the hell. The initial darkness of the cargo bay honestly didn’t bother him much, in fact, he preferred low-light conditions as his eyes were significantly more sensitive to certain light exposure, especially the artificial bulbs used in many ships. Naturally, Chiss could see, on average, about twice as far as a human in little to no light, however, over the years, his own vision has increased significantly in darker areas. Perhaps years of adapting to dimmer conditions? Who knows, but the fact of the matter was that he could probably find the swi-

Damn.

Too late. One of the other’s -”Sena”, if he recalled correctly- skipped on by as casual as one could to switch the bay’s lighting system on, immediately illuminating the entire room and causing the Chiss to cringe a bit as his eyes needed to adjust once again. Without saying a word, he simply nodded in the other’s direction as she headed toward where the target of everyone’s attention had been placed. Stowaways. Although, it was no surprise that the mention of a “lightsaber” piqued the attention of Airus.

Sai’rys noticed a few of the other crew members as well, but he decided to hang in the background a little, not wanting to really bring attention to himself, or perhaps targeted by the crimson colored Twi’lek who appears she could most likely slice the Chiss into several bytes of data. Either way, there were plenty of able-bodied fighters aboard the ship willing to lob a head off to protect what they have, and -hopefully- to protect the crew of the Noreaster. For Sai’rys’ part, he certainly wasn’t brought on board for any real combat abilities, but rather, relying on a slicer and holoforger’s skill to clear a way, or make everyone else’s job that much easier. Oddly enough though, in that moment where he stood, the Chiss also wondered how such a breach of security could have taken place? Were they able to cloak their whereabouts with such ease that any attempts at Sai’rys upgrading the system during the first week were circumvented by them? Had they been on the whole time? He scratched his dark hair, as he once again stared across the room at the infiltrators, cursing under his breath in Huttese.

It was at that moment, he knew the Noreaster needed a much larger upgrade than before, closing any system and data loopholes, and running more daily penetration tests. But the tech he had wasn’t good enough for a ship of this size, as longer-ranged sensors would need to be added within the ships mainframe, scanners that could trace even the slightest of biological discrepancies. Sai’rys rubbed his chin, his mind jumping to lightspeed as the massive calculations invaded just about any other thought process at that point. And then, a momentary halt as silence followed…

Could the “datacube” be the answer?

There were so many undiscovered aspects of that alien tech, and yet, it had more information about a great many things than the Chiss had seen in a long time. How could such a small device boast such great knowledge?

The voices of the others ahead of him slowly brought Sai’rys back to the present, as he leaned against one of the cargo stacks, curious as to who these newcomers were.
Welcome to the fam, fam.
Welcome to the Guild.
I find myself fallen into a maze;
The flowering vines along the walls
Had tempted me to enter.

I awake from my dreams to see
The beauty of the maze twisted to
Fears beyond hope.

I look back, my footprints stolen;
No memory remains.
Did the devil lead me here,



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[:: The Universe >> Legion of Lions War Room ::]
[:: user: Blake ::]


“Kasumi, are you in yet?”

“I'm in.” Her low voice, almost to the point of a whisper, acknowledged after a momentary pause.

It was supposed to be simple enough. Going through the path of least resistance wasn't anything new to her, and slipping in and out undetected proved to be much more fun. So much so, she held one of the highest scores for non-lethal run throughs in several tactical and stealth-based games within The Universe. Taking that route also helped her to gain a few extra bonus points each time, moving her further up the leaderboards and helping to elevate her clan, Legion of Lions. Blake despised violence quite honestly, in and out of the game, and so those values fashioned her avatar into decent infiltration unit, getting as far away from full-frontal combat as possible. However, the girl could still hold her own if it came down to fisticuffs.

“Alright, once you find the main control, then- “

“Yes, yes, I know, Rex.” She calmly interrupted. “This isn't my first power grid penetration.”

“This is true, K” The other chuckled. “But just remember the two-second on the panels motion detector.”

“Taken care of.”

“What?”

There was a pause before Kasumi allowed a slight sigh to escape her lips. “The motion was disabled, Rex. Would you just chill and let me do my job?...”

Even when interruptions from fellow clan mates and incessant comm chatter could annoy the woman to no end, she still tried to be polite while maintaining a professional attitude and focus on the job at hand.

“Please?”

During the battle, as usual, chaos ensued on all sides, and the Fists of Omega put up a hell of a good fight. For her part, Kasumi, made sure debuffs were a-plenty, and Omega's turrets and tracking systems were disabled long enough for Legion to sweep up the remaining threats. And while she made the task seem easy enough, it took a lot of planning on her users end to make sure each mission was executed with precision and efficiency. Besides, Blake wouldn't have it any other way.

In the War Room, everyone was counting the credits won, some more than twice out of sheer boredom perhaps. Of course, what was on the mind and hearts of all players was the “Challenge of the Gods” given two months ago, with no winners in sight as of yet. But even after so many years of being apart of the gaming community and having played within so many of the various games and worlds, the developers still managed to keep content fresh and everyone on the edge of their proverbial seats. It was really the only way to keep a lot of those trying to live a life outside of TU, from going absolutely mad. Tucked away across the War Room, Kasumi generally sat alone, especially after long raids and clan battles, just to reflect, and do a bit of personal inventory. Eventually she wanted to sell some of the higher tier items acquired over the last few months, upgrade her avatar’s gear, and perhaps even take advantage of real-world gadgets and goodies thanks to conversion and liquidation of assets within The Universe.

There was also a few minutes of downtime for Blake -her avatar in sort of an “AFK” mode- as she had to take a mental break after so many hours of being jacked in, and there were times where her joints felt sore. Of course, ever since the accident that rendered her unable to walk again, everything tended to hurt in some capacity. She hated being stuck in a wheelchair, and while it may be state-of-the-art courtesy of her father’s rank and influence within Hiroshi Technologies, it was still simply a crutch and a reminder of just how much of a useless human being she was outside of the virtual world. Sure, she had her intelligence, technical skills, and a myriad of other work-related assets that made her quite valuable within the company. But was that all she was?

The girl couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror without seeing a scarred, handicapped, monster.

Kasumi took over once again after about ten minutes of hang time, and she glanced across the room with a cheesy smirk, passed the gathering of her clan mates, to where Nao was casually sitting on the couch doing her best impression of “proud black female badass extraordinaire”.

For all of Michael’s faults, he still managed to make her laugh in and out of the workplace.
Holy shit, an Ewok!

That's awesome :)


The light is so distant. Much further than before.

You offered me that light so freely as a child.
A light I held in the dark places of life,
when I was afraid.

You were there to blot out the nightmares.

But you were taken before your time.
Before I was ready to say goodbye.
I continue searching for that light,
the one you promised would never go out.

I can't do this alone. I won't.

I need you with me as I enter the shadows.
Welcome to the last stop on your life's journey.

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