Nyton
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Re: Mission 5: Amaya's Gate
I'm dying! I wasn't ready! There was still so much to do!
That was the last non-Melisson thought that had run through Nyton's head. As Nyton listened to his heartbeat it grew fainter and more distant with every beat. When he could scarcely hear it he then grew aware of another presence.
Death. The dour shade pounced upon him like a tiger on its prey. The black cloak it wore enshrouded Nyton with darkness and he was slightly aware of a strange falling sensation when the specter reached out to him. Bony fingers wrapped tightly around his neck and the cold chill seemed to be choking him. It was all the man could do when faced with his mortality to keep his wits about him. Feral instincts took hold and his mettle surfaced to show just how much a survivor he could be.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME!!" Nyton raged as he began punching at Death's face. Not fearing the ramifications of possibly upsetting an immortal being the man grabbed at the cloak's hood and tore it off while continuing to strike. The specter's face became visible now and a human skull could be seen which made Nyton tear at it harder. He grabbed at it and jammed his fingers in the sockets, pulled at the jaw, cracked at it's teeth, and did everything he could to rip it off. Eventually he began to succeed and it appeared that chunks of the skull were falling off only to replaced by another pale visage.
As though hiding behind the mask of a skull Nyton could now see Hinoto's face in it's place. Her face gave him a sweet smile before releasing his neck and tossing him to the 'floor' where he landed roughly. Upon landing the shade then loomed over the Nepleslian menacingly. The flash of a blade could be seen as it replaced the hood, hiding it's face, before it reached over at what looked like a wispy thread floating ethereally. Nyton had not seen that thread before and only now realized that it was connected to him. Before he could think the connection between his soul and life was severed completely.
You are dead.
The raspy voice was felt more than heard and it was overpowering to Nyton. As he realized just how too late it was to live he thought he could feel tears welling in his eyes. It brought a tremendous amount of fear along with remorse as he began mourning his own death.
Time to go.
"Ach, ye been perching yeself by aar lineage f'r so long! Why dinnae ye go bother someone else f'r a change?"
The tears faded a bit as Nyton looked over at the source of the voice. It was a familiar one much like his grandfather's and yet very different. It sounded natural. There stood an old man whose solid face was carved with lines of age and scars of war. He had long gray hair, two dark blue eyes, a mustache and beard which joined together to form a single cascade of hair tumbling down his chin to the waist. What the man wore looked like a mixture of ancient plate armor and cybernetic armor. The chest arm and leg pieces looked as though they were melded to his body while the arms appeared to be worn.
At the words from the old man Death stepped away and receded back into the shadows. "Pesky boog'r likes t' grab at us ye know? Been frustrated ev'r since ye grandpa managed t' evade 'im five times. 'Ad a field day when ye uncles and cousins passed." said the man while he walked up to Nyton's strings. Picking them both up in his hands he then mended the thread back together.
"Ye'r not done yet boy. This won't be th' first time ye see ol' Death either." the rather ancient looking man said before placing a hand on Nyton's chest. "Now then, ye cannae waste ye time here boy. This is all jest a dream caused by ye brain's lack o' air."
With that the old man shoved Nyton hard and a sensation of floating back up was felt. Nyton didn't see anything move he just knew he was going back. The last thing he heard before light filled his eyes was the man's voice.
"Or was it?"
Suddenly a flood of voices began to rush into Nyton's head. The cybernetic memory recorder was busily downloading everything into his brain as fast as possible, forcibly rewiring synapses to accept the data as it had recorded. The memories were as vivid as if he was experiencing them in real time and were flooding back with surreal clarity despite barely seconds passing. The electrical impulses were traveling faster than real time, the natural brain matching the speed of the cybernetic computer system.
The memories were more than solid recovery, they were real and Nyton could remember it all.
The opening salvo with Eve's forces.
The appearance of the Black Mindy aboard the bridge.
The clever deception by the two Kotori.
The severe injury he had taken and never got properly treated.
Then the memories became unpleasantly darker....
Melisson's control....
The strange Melisson induced love he had felt...
And then finally death.
With macabre fascination Nyton relived the explosion, the pain, the desperation. He saw the lower half of his body being utterly obliterated and relished in the pain. It was crippling but the memory was mercifully brief. He had not lasted long before he died. But the recording continued even after he had passed. Like a discarded video camera still recording it captured the brief events shortly after he died: Hinoto's removal of the cybernetic system from his brain. There was pain recorded too which was also shortly experienced.
Then the memories ended and the present caught up.
Nyton blinked. Natural eyes. He was blinking with natural eyes. He tried to blink again and look all around him. His 360 vision was not there. Reaching up with his left hand he touched the back of his neck as though taking inventory of what he was missing. The data port was gone. Another feeling became present as well. His left arm was real again.
Seeing with natural eyes was foreign to him. He had lived for so many years with cybernetic implants that seeing without them felt plain. As though he were missing something akin to a favorite watch or trinket worn on him at all times.
Looking over at the source of the voice Nyton looked upon Hinoto with a mixed assortment of feelings. He still had not yet had time to sort what had happened let alone comprehend the ramifications of how Melisson had manipulated him. With his typical poise the Nepleslian summoned enough self-control to look the nekovalkyrja in the eyes and ask her one thing.
"How long was I out?"
I'm dying! I wasn't ready! There was still so much to do!
That was the last non-Melisson thought that had run through Nyton's head. As Nyton listened to his heartbeat it grew fainter and more distant with every beat. When he could scarcely hear it he then grew aware of another presence.
Death. The dour shade pounced upon him like a tiger on its prey. The black cloak it wore enshrouded Nyton with darkness and he was slightly aware of a strange falling sensation when the specter reached out to him. Bony fingers wrapped tightly around his neck and the cold chill seemed to be choking him. It was all the man could do when faced with his mortality to keep his wits about him. Feral instincts took hold and his mettle surfaced to show just how much a survivor he could be.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME!!" Nyton raged as he began punching at Death's face. Not fearing the ramifications of possibly upsetting an immortal being the man grabbed at the cloak's hood and tore it off while continuing to strike. The specter's face became visible now and a human skull could be seen which made Nyton tear at it harder. He grabbed at it and jammed his fingers in the sockets, pulled at the jaw, cracked at it's teeth, and did everything he could to rip it off. Eventually he began to succeed and it appeared that chunks of the skull were falling off only to replaced by another pale visage.
As though hiding behind the mask of a skull Nyton could now see Hinoto's face in it's place. Her face gave him a sweet smile before releasing his neck and tossing him to the 'floor' where he landed roughly. Upon landing the shade then loomed over the Nepleslian menacingly. The flash of a blade could be seen as it replaced the hood, hiding it's face, before it reached over at what looked like a wispy thread floating ethereally. Nyton had not seen that thread before and only now realized that it was connected to him. Before he could think the connection between his soul and life was severed completely.
You are dead.
The raspy voice was felt more than heard and it was overpowering to Nyton. As he realized just how too late it was to live he thought he could feel tears welling in his eyes. It brought a tremendous amount of fear along with remorse as he began mourning his own death.
Time to go.
"Ach, ye been perching yeself by aar lineage f'r so long! Why dinnae ye go bother someone else f'r a change?"
The tears faded a bit as Nyton looked over at the source of the voice. It was a familiar one much like his grandfather's and yet very different. It sounded natural. There stood an old man whose solid face was carved with lines of age and scars of war. He had long gray hair, two dark blue eyes, a mustache and beard which joined together to form a single cascade of hair tumbling down his chin to the waist. What the man wore looked like a mixture of ancient plate armor and cybernetic armor. The chest arm and leg pieces looked as though they were melded to his body while the arms appeared to be worn.
At the words from the old man Death stepped away and receded back into the shadows. "Pesky boog'r likes t' grab at us ye know? Been frustrated ev'r since ye grandpa managed t' evade 'im five times. 'Ad a field day when ye uncles and cousins passed." said the man while he walked up to Nyton's strings. Picking them both up in his hands he then mended the thread back together.
"Ye'r not done yet boy. This won't be th' first time ye see ol' Death either." the rather ancient looking man said before placing a hand on Nyton's chest. "Now then, ye cannae waste ye time here boy. This is all jest a dream caused by ye brain's lack o' air."
With that the old man shoved Nyton hard and a sensation of floating back up was felt. Nyton didn't see anything move he just knew he was going back. The last thing he heard before light filled his eyes was the man's voice.
"Or was it?"
Suddenly a flood of voices began to rush into Nyton's head. The cybernetic memory recorder was busily downloading everything into his brain as fast as possible, forcibly rewiring synapses to accept the data as it had recorded. The memories were as vivid as if he was experiencing them in real time and were flooding back with surreal clarity despite barely seconds passing. The electrical impulses were traveling faster than real time, the natural brain matching the speed of the cybernetic computer system.
The memories were more than solid recovery, they were real and Nyton could remember it all.
The opening salvo with Eve's forces.
The appearance of the Black Mindy aboard the bridge.
The clever deception by the two Kotori.
The severe injury he had taken and never got properly treated.
Then the memories became unpleasantly darker....
Melisson's control....
The strange Melisson induced love he had felt...
And then finally death.
With macabre fascination Nyton relived the explosion, the pain, the desperation. He saw the lower half of his body being utterly obliterated and relished in the pain. It was crippling but the memory was mercifully brief. He had not lasted long before he died. But the recording continued even after he had passed. Like a discarded video camera still recording it captured the brief events shortly after he died: Hinoto's removal of the cybernetic system from his brain. There was pain recorded too which was also shortly experienced.
Then the memories ended and the present caught up.
Nyton blinked. Natural eyes. He was blinking with natural eyes. He tried to blink again and look all around him. His 360 vision was not there. Reaching up with his left hand he touched the back of his neck as though taking inventory of what he was missing. The data port was gone. Another feeling became present as well. His left arm was real again.
Seeing with natural eyes was foreign to him. He had lived for so many years with cybernetic implants that seeing without them felt plain. As though he were missing something akin to a favorite watch or trinket worn on him at all times.
Looking over at the source of the voice Nyton looked upon Hinoto with a mixed assortment of feelings. He still had not yet had time to sort what had happened let alone comprehend the ramifications of how Melisson had manipulated him. With his typical poise the Nepleslian summoned enough self-control to look the nekovalkyrja in the eyes and ask her one thing.
"How long was I out?"