The lines of continous green code slid in smooth, vertical motions
down the multitude of flat screens. A tall male, with slightly unruly, dark
brown hair and large blue eyes let out a disgruntled 'hrmph' as he watched
the code stream before him.
The faintest bit of a grin creeped onto Spark's angular face. He adjusted the microphone-earpiece and leaned forward in his chair, as if watching something extremely entertaining admist the streaming lines of code.
"She's kicking your sorry ass, Ghost." Spark jeered into the microphone, knowing he couldn't hear him. He kept his eyes on a smaller screen that showed a set of vital signs, vital signs attached to an Asian male laying in a chair just behind Sparks.
--
The pair stared eachother down, standing across from eachother on a large, blue mat inside what appeared to be a gymansium. The sparring program was designed by Sparks and tweeked to perfection by Niobe and Ghost.
A built asian male, his jaw set and his dark eyes cold, took a defensive stance on the far right mat edge. Ghost was feeling it in his muscles but he wasn't about to admit that to his opponent, Niobe. Ghost didn't say much anyways, and when he did, it was pointed.
Niobe, her brown eyes just as cold, crouched down slightly as she prepared to take Ghost on again. She enjoyed their sparring matches. It kept her alert, fresh and non-rusty. Niobe knew she did the same for Ghost.
"I'm not going down this time." Ghost said in a baritone voice that didn't suit his features. Niobe simply raised an eyebrow, and motioned with an outstretched hand, seeming to almost mock Ghost.
"Bring it." Niobe stated simply, tone deep and pointed. There was the briefest of pauses, before both Niobe and Ghost launched into the air to meet in a clash of fists..
--
Spark continued to watch the fight within the code with growing interest. Ever now and then he'd cringe or clap at a move made. He was afraid he'd have to unplug them if things got any more rowdy.
He was so enthralled in the sparring match, he nearly didn't hear the faint beeping on a console just off to his left. He raised an eyebrow, eyes gazing over at a blinking red light. He moved over on his chair, his hand moving in a flury of motion as he tried to decipher what the alert was for.
"Transmission, eh..hmm.badly degraded.." Spark murmured to himself, concentrating on his keystrokes. "Boy, this has traveled a bit.I wonder if I can reconstruct it."
There was another few moments of key striking, before he smiled in achievement. "Bingo! Sparks, you are the man!"
Sparks hit the playback, and a static filled message began to play through the dark room.
".un--..attack.loss of eng--e co--.send.re-orcements...-eapt, this is the Tri--.multiple injur--.SOS."
Sparks face became devoid of colour as the distress call echoed in the metal walls. Through the static, he heard a loud crash, the sound of someone screaming, and then silence before the transmission cut out. Spark paused before grabbing his earpiece, trying to gain some composure, and make sense of what he just heard.
"Niobe, Ghost, problem! I'm pulling you out" Sparks nearly yelled into the mouth piece, trying to trace the message to it's source. He knew for a fact the Logos was the only vessel in this sector.
Which left any rescue mission to them.
The faintest bit of a grin creeped onto Spark's angular face. He adjusted the microphone-earpiece and leaned forward in his chair, as if watching something extremely entertaining admist the streaming lines of code.
"She's kicking your sorry ass, Ghost." Spark jeered into the microphone, knowing he couldn't hear him. He kept his eyes on a smaller screen that showed a set of vital signs, vital signs attached to an Asian male laying in a chair just behind Sparks.
--
The pair stared eachother down, standing across from eachother on a large, blue mat inside what appeared to be a gymansium. The sparring program was designed by Sparks and tweeked to perfection by Niobe and Ghost.
A built asian male, his jaw set and his dark eyes cold, took a defensive stance on the far right mat edge. Ghost was feeling it in his muscles but he wasn't about to admit that to his opponent, Niobe. Ghost didn't say much anyways, and when he did, it was pointed.
Niobe, her brown eyes just as cold, crouched down slightly as she prepared to take Ghost on again. She enjoyed their sparring matches. It kept her alert, fresh and non-rusty. Niobe knew she did the same for Ghost.
"I'm not going down this time." Ghost said in a baritone voice that didn't suit his features. Niobe simply raised an eyebrow, and motioned with an outstretched hand, seeming to almost mock Ghost.
"Bring it." Niobe stated simply, tone deep and pointed. There was the briefest of pauses, before both Niobe and Ghost launched into the air to meet in a clash of fists..
--
Spark continued to watch the fight within the code with growing interest. Ever now and then he'd cringe or clap at a move made. He was afraid he'd have to unplug them if things got any more rowdy.
He was so enthralled in the sparring match, he nearly didn't hear the faint beeping on a console just off to his left. He raised an eyebrow, eyes gazing over at a blinking red light. He moved over on his chair, his hand moving in a flury of motion as he tried to decipher what the alert was for.
"Transmission, eh..hmm.badly degraded.." Spark murmured to himself, concentrating on his keystrokes. "Boy, this has traveled a bit.I wonder if I can reconstruct it."
There was another few moments of key striking, before he smiled in achievement. "Bingo! Sparks, you are the man!"
Sparks hit the playback, and a static filled message began to play through the dark room.
".un--..attack.loss of eng--e co--.send.re-orcements...-eapt, this is the Tri--.multiple injur--.SOS."
Sparks face became devoid of colour as the distress call echoed in the metal walls. Through the static, he heard a loud crash, the sound of someone screaming, and then silence before the transmission cut out. Spark paused before grabbing his earpiece, trying to gain some composure, and make sense of what he just heard.
"Niobe, Ghost, problem! I'm pulling you out" Sparks nearly yelled into the mouth piece, trying to trace the message to it's source. He knew for a fact the Logos was the only vessel in this sector.
Which left any rescue mission to them.