Omega-3
Get your Omega 3 Fatty Acids, kiddos.
The sound of boots tapping against the floor snaps against the silence, sounding like a gunshot when held against it. The glossy, teal walls glistening ever so slightly under the harsh, white lights that sit comfortably in the ceiling overhead, appearing again every 5 feet to bathe the walkway in a stark glow. Muffled through flesh and bone, the unmistakable thumping of a nervous heart hangs in the air, could it be yours? Surely not, after all you weren’t afraid. Surely it must be somebody else. Beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead, slowly making their advance down your face before dropping to the floor, insignificant beneath your boots are the march continues. The temperature must be set a little higher than usual. Surely that must be it. You tell yourself these reassuring illusions as the huge door at the end of the hall grows increasingly closer. You might be able to fool your brain, but your soul knew better. You were terrified, all of you were. It was the same terror that gripped you when you were pulled aboard this horrid station, and the same terror that gripped you when your entire life was torn away from you in one, fleeting burst of light. Oh how you wish it had killed you, whatever that it was. Yet, it hadn’t, and here you are. It had always been somewhere else, someone else. Never in your life would you imagine your safe little corner of the world would be touched by the corrupted tendrils of that twisted megalomaniac’s sick war-lust. And here you are. That day those, sleek, teal doors slid open with a wicked hiss, blowing a jet of air into your tired face, that day you were pulled into this sick reality. And here you are. How long ago had that been, only a week if your memory served you correctly. Why then, would you be wanted so soon, especially by him? Somehow, your hopes that it was for something trivial like registry or file-confirmation satisfied your mind more than finding out the answer. Your approach had reached its objective, and looming in front of you, the entrance. The huge door towered above you, at least 8 feet in height. The same glossy teal as the rest of the station, that terrible 3-headed eagle engraved into its elegant surface. No fanfare, not a sound but your own breath, as the door slides upwards, exposing your shaking body to the whole room. A circular chamber, quite large. Straight ahead, on the opposite curve of the room from you, a massive window, like an aquarium viewing glass. But no fish swam past to meet your gaze, instead your eyes gaze into the vacuum of space, staring in shock as they look upon the curvature of the planet. In the very center, sweet Mother Radiance, the center, was the table. Long and bare, nothing but the shadows of the damned framed against the lighting flushing out the room from the roof. Others sat around it, all of them newcomers. Some of them you had seen before, some you hadn’t. Worse still, others you recognized. Yet somehow worse than that, the final thing you had dreaded since you stepped off the Warp Crystal, him. Seated at the far end of the table, a thin, devious smile plastered across his face, the cigar in his cold, robotic hand pouring billowing smoke into the air, was him.
Damned.
Kane.
Jaeger.
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Fantasy - Long Live the Dictator (Sign-Up/Characters)
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