assistirfilmes BECMI Chapter 440 – A Survivor
BECMI Chapter 440 – A Survivor
Sama spun around at quiet warning, her eyes tracking the right direction and the correct course to get there.-Mark Silence in Dispatch One, NOW,- she /ordered instantly, and the local Markspace went dead silent around her at the command.
She could feel Briggs moving instantly, his Markspace location not changing, yet instantly indicating a shift in physical position from overseeing a new Airship, the , coming up on its launch date, to stepping out of nowhere onto the Mirror Platform. He noted her direction of travel, as did a dozen Senior Forsaken, who silently took up the hunt.
How the Avatar got in here was unknown. Incorporeals should have been Warded out by the Interdiction Field, and any type of magic use should have set off the and turned them into a glowbug, chasing them away as being revealed.
He had managed to get through their security without setting off any alarms. That was… impressive.
Everyone knew not to engage whoever it was, merely track him until Sama and Briggs arrived. The Avatar had to die without retaining its information. Down deeper, Artificers were working frantically on the Pyramid below and preparing it for an infusion of Immortal Power so that when released it wouldn’t wreck the facility.
Briggs and Sama both looked down as an image flickered up on holo from their wrist bracers, and both of them blinked.
“Jorg Turmalez?” Sama muttered into encrypted coms, startled. “He’s supposed to be in the Hollow World on the Other Shore, Briggs!”
The number of people who could actually recognize the engineer here wasn’t small, which was why the image popped up so quickly. There was a whole file on him, he definitely had the clearance rating, but he had never come through the Portal to this world!
Which meant he was a shapechanger or impersonator. Sama’s expression hardened at the thought, and her pace increased.
The Immortals shouldn’t even know the man had EXISTED. The only ones who could on this side of the Portal would had to have been there back in Darkmoor itself! That meant something very, very bad might be happening here…
Her pace picked up until she was a flow of virtua water rushing through the tunnels, and everyone got out of her way at all speed.
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He was just stepping past a corner on the way to the reactor core when a very large hand came sweeping around, palmed his entire face, and slammed him into the metal wall of the security tunnel with incredible power, at least the equal of any cyborg.
The metal dented. The stone behind it crunched. His skull didn’t cave in.
He just sort of grunted at the speed and viciousness of the attack. He hadn’t had any clue he’d been spotted, and he’d seen nobody he knew, even though there were plenty of Greens here. He thought he had a fairly good passing knowledge of the crew, but obviously that was mistaken.
He exerted his will on this world’s field of strange energy, trying to change his form and flow out of the grip of whoever had such superhuman strength. Unfortunately, there was something interfering with the… magic, fine, call it what it was, and the effect he was trying to make kind of… burned up and fizzled?
There was a hiss, and then pain!
He hadn’t felt pain from anything on the mortal plane since coming back! Resistance, kind of a dull pressure, but not pain! It hissed on the edges of his neck, on either side, and his enhanced senses informed him he had crossed blades at his throat, under his neck, his hands going reflexively up to grasp them. Then sparks of nasty, nasty magic despising all he was threw his hands back smoking, while the blades hovered on either side of his neck like a guillotine, ready to cut off his head!
He had a looming, horrible precognition that if that happened, he was going to die forever!
“Wait!” he blurted out, holding out his hands. “Don’t kill me! I surrender!”
He could feel the creak in the muscles of the blade holder. “That’s a very, very good disguise,” a woman’s voice hissed in a very unfamiliar accent. “But you should not have taken the guise of someone we know is not here,” she purred.
Still unable to see due to that huge palm keeping him flat against the wall, he could only blink in surprise. “Ah, you know Galspeak?” he asked in startled recognition and relief. “I haven’t heard it in so long, I thought my fellow Greens had forgotten it…”
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“Fellow Greens? Greens don’t have Immortals, cur,” she hissed at him, and the edges of her Blades bit in.
He straightened up instinctively. “I, I don’t know much about Immortals, but whatever you are using is making me feel very un-Immortal, if that’s the case. There’s only me here, and if I die, you really do kill me, I think,” he babbled nervously. “I just wanted to see if the Greens here are descended from my original crewmates or not. The technology is very familiar, and your systems even recognized my badge, so I’m pretty sure it was copied or stolen from the .” He even managed a bit of righteous anger. “My name is Jorg Turmalez. I was the Second Engineer of the Engineering Department on the . I mean you no harm, and just wanted to avoid a commotion while I was here while I searched for any survivors of the crew.”
There was dead silence for a moment, only the horribly deadly pressure on his neck there to remind him they were present.
The palm on his face shifted deftly, keeping the pressure up, but moving to the top of his head and letting him see who had intercepted him.
Great Gambolium Mines, she looked like death. He had never seen eyes so blue and so ready to kill him. He couldn’t help swallowing as he looked at the blonde, pale-skinned human woman, and then his eyes flicked up to the towering brute reaching right over her, flat nose and prominent cranial ridge looking very much like an apish and hairy cave-man… except the pale violet eyes staring at him spit him like guided laser sights, equally ferocious and very much not stupid.
Also the source of whatever effect was burning away his new powers and not allowing him to escape or overpower these two!
“Your security badge is an ,” the woman purred in his native tongue, obviously learned and not native by her extremely cutting accent. He had to admit her twists and turns on the syllables were extremely intimidating!
“Uh, yes, a, uh, magic item,” he agreed, neither of them blinking. “Also a still perfectly valid identification and security clearance badge your systems still recognized?” he asked hopefully.
“Jorg Turmalez is an entire dimension away,” she informed him slowly, and it was his turn to blink in astonishment. “That is a very unfortunate face you chose to wear.”
His brow furrowed in consternation. “How could I be an entire dimension away?” he repeated proudly. “I am who I am! I am not some imposter! That I’m a, what, Immortal or whatever now notwithstanding!” He even managed to puff up slightly, despite the pressure of those terrifying Swords ready to make his new ‘Immortal’ life a fairly short one.
She moved in just an inch closer, and he wanted to retreat into the wall at the killing intent in her eyes. “What’s the bandwidth and power standard for a Khroncyte Model Four reactor?” she asked him, in tones that indicated these were her final words.
He blinked. “Well, that depends if it’s Siingh Systems or Karablesque designs, and whether you’re using it for primary functions, secondary functions, or for space or planetary use,” he started, warming up to his favorite subject instantly. “There are different positron saturation levels in the matrix dependent on the underlying architecture, and the bandwidth changes based on standing power generation or standby mode, plus the presence of a true gravitational field versus a generated one requires shifts in modulation that-”
She shoved herself away from him, her Swords whispering away and sliding into scabbards behind her with the flawless precision of a true master. The huge hand on his head let go, and his heels hit the ground suddenly. He hadn’t even realized he was being held six inches off the floor!
Well, hooray for ‘Immortal’ durability. He straightened up his old engineering outfit, which was a bit out of place here, but hadn’t really drawn more than an idle glance.
“You were heading for our Engineering department,” the large brute said in a baritone that reverberated down to Jorg’s toes, stepping more to the side and crossing arms as big as Jorg’s thighs. He had all the ominous weight of a high-g dweller, which might explain such thick bone structure.
“Right, following the arrows.” He reached out to tap the yellow lines on the walls. “I figured that if there was anyone who I would know, it would be in Engineering.”
The two of them glanced at one another, giving Jorg a second to look right and left and see the corridor was blocked off by some very dangerous-looking men in supremely styled and efficient armor, none of whom were familiar to him, and all of whom looked like they knew what he was and weren’t afraid of him.
“Describe the fate of the , at the last point you know,” the woman ordered him crisply.
Ah, that! His face hardened. “Something happened to the ship. I was revived out of cryosleep and found the ship in ruins, only Engineering seemed to be relatively intact, and there were natives in animals furs and skins in the halls and main reactor chamber, messing with the dials and playing with technology they couldn’t possibly understand.
“I don’t know what exactly they did to the Core, but I tried everything I could to stabilize it before it went critical. I had to drive them out of there with a few guardbots I managed to bring online and some weapons from the security station there, and did my best to make sure the fusion core didn’t go super-critical and set the planet’s atmosphere on fire when it blew… which it did.” He slowly reached down and patted his chest meaningfully. “I… woke up about a couple of months ago, in this state, kind of… gathering myself together? Uh, into what you call an Immortal. I’m aware I’m not really a Green anymore, but this really is how I’m supposed to look, although,” he coughed in embarrassment as he flexed slightly, muscles tight against his uniform, “I wasn’t in anywhere nearly this good of shape,” he admitted guiltily.
“How did you find this place?” the massive one called Briggs asked calmly. Jorg noted he had a massive Hammer in his hand that had to have at least a ten-kilo head to it, held as lightly as a willow wand.
“I scanned for radio traffic and rescue beacons, of course, trying to see if anyone else from the crew was still alive. I was kind of surprised I heard anything at all, but it was all encrypted, so I just followed it to the source!” he admitted, looking back and forth between them. “I was sure I found some survivors when your security system took my badge, and I saw Greens among your people. They just waved me on through…”
Both of them rolled their eyes and sighed at the same moment. The blonde made a dismissive gesture, and without another word, the armored men forming a second cordon just turned around and trotted back to whatever they had been doing.
“Do you think Edge knew?” the blonde asked aloud.