hyralt
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- YE 45.1
- RP Location
- YSS Resurgence
Thia stood in a infinite void of darkness. Text the colour of arcing electricity cast her in a chilly blue hue as she scanned through the Resurgence's crew roster. The muscles around her eyes twitched as the names flew past until she held up a hand and, like a magic spell, everything froze. In front of her face was the singular name Koyama, orphaned even from a family name.
Spreading her fingers, the list faded away and the name floated up and to her left, its place at the center of her vision filled with a 3-space volumetric projection of the Neko rendered from her most recent ST backup. A shiver crept up Thia's neck and along her shoulders as she stepped forward and looked more closely at the woman she could've sworn she'd met before. Her meticulously-kept database of faces she'd seen turned up nothing, but the projection matched a ghost story someone told her years ago when she was laying low in a tiny mountain village.
Sweeping her hand as if she were clearing a table sent the projection to one side, then lifting it like a conductor bidding an orchestra to ready themselves brought up a form that she filled by typing in the air before sending it with simple thumbs-up. Whether the ghost would accept her invitation was another matter entirely.
Pulling the projection back in towards herself, she twirled her finger in the air and Koyama's official record started scrolling in front of her eyes, or at least the parts she had clearance to read. The word engineering jumped out at her, and with a click of her jaw, the dark void around her was suddenly filled with a narrow corridor between a bulkhead and a piece of machinery whose function she couldn't identify, but that she'd seen once in the Resurgence's bowels. With another click of her jaw, the air beside her shimmered and her desk chair, which she knew actually existed in her office where she was, appeared next to her. With another click, the lavish couch the Empress had sent her also appeared.
"Yes, this ought to do nicely," she whispered quietly to herself.
Spreading her fingers, the list faded away and the name floated up and to her left, its place at the center of her vision filled with a 3-space volumetric projection of the Neko rendered from her most recent ST backup. A shiver crept up Thia's neck and along her shoulders as she stepped forward and looked more closely at the woman she could've sworn she'd met before. Her meticulously-kept database of faces she'd seen turned up nothing, but the projection matched a ghost story someone told her years ago when she was laying low in a tiny mountain village.
Sweeping her hand as if she were clearing a table sent the projection to one side, then lifting it like a conductor bidding an orchestra to ready themselves brought up a form that she filled by typing in the air before sending it with simple thumbs-up. Whether the ghost would accept her invitation was another matter entirely.
Pulling the projection back in towards herself, she twirled her finger in the air and Koyama's official record started scrolling in front of her eyes, or at least the parts she had clearance to read. The word engineering jumped out at her, and with a click of her jaw, the dark void around her was suddenly filled with a narrow corridor between a bulkhead and a piece of machinery whose function she couldn't identify, but that she'd seen once in the Resurgence's bowels. With another click of her jaw, the air beside her shimmered and her desk chair, which she knew actually existed in her office where she was, appeared next to her. With another click, the lavish couch the Empress had sent her also appeared.
"Yes, this ought to do nicely," she whispered quietly to herself.