On Your Own
Chapter 2: Message of Urgency
Disclaimer: I have no relations to the Matrix production team, the owners or the actors. I'm just a fan who eats up spare time by writing.
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It took a moment for Niobe to clear her vision, blinking her deep brown eyes as she felt the familiar sensation in the back of her neck as the probe was removed from the input terminal in her spine. She sat up slowly in her chair, gripping the sides as she turned herself to face Sparks. Ghost sat on the edge of his own chair, rubbing the back of his neck absently.
"What's the problem?" Niobe asked Sparks, her tone serious and pointed. Ghost directed his attention to Sparks as well, asking the same question with his narrow eyes. Both of them looked aggravated at being pulled out of the Construct on such short notice.
"Just hear this." Sparks said quickly.
Sparks spared no time, and hit the play-back button on his terminal. The same, horribly distorted message played through the small room. Niobe's eyes and expression became more stone like as she listened, Sparks looked agitated, and Ghost remained stoic.
"That was Miren." Niobe spoke with a cool yet concerned tone, recognizing the voice, "Captain of the Prometheus. Sparks, can you clear up some of the distortion and static?"
Sparks nodded, "Already did. The signal was weak as it is. We're lucky our communication relay picked it up at all. I've weaved all the techy magic I can on this...it sounds like they were under attack."
Niobe got off the chair, her arms hugging her small frame, the sleeves of her ragid burgundy sweater covering her small hands. She was pacing a little, brows set in a look of deep thought, eyes gazing at a random point as if she was off in her own world. Ghost leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knee's, studying Niobe.
"What's our move?" Ghost said in his low voice, looking directly at Niobe. She turned her head, the features of her chocolate-coloured face rigid, and made eye contact with Ghost. A few long moments passed before Sparks looked anxiously between the two of them, putting both his hands up.
"Whoa whoa WHOA." Sparks exclaimed, stepping forward to stand inbetween Niobe and Ghost, "If you two are even thinking of--"
"We're going to help." Niobe interjected before Sparks could finish his sentence. Sparks let out a low groan of disapproval and shook his head.
"We have no clue what happened, who attacked, what attacked...we're going in blind!" Sparks said, looking nervously between the calm and quiet Ghost and Niobe. "And going in blind is bad. As in being dead bad. And I don't like dead. Dead reall--"
"Sparks." Ghost snapped. Sparks baby blues looked over at the Asian male.
"What?"
"Are you going to stop us?" Ghost asked simply.
"Well, no. I'm just giving my two cents--" Sparks started before he was cut off again.
"Then shut up."
Sparks looked flustered and aggravated, looking at Niobe for some kind of help. The Captain would have smirked if the situation wasn't so dire. She walked behind the Controller station and headed up the narrow corridor that led to the bridge of the Logos.
"We're the closest vessel, right?." Niobe said, turning to speak to Sparks and Ghost over her shoulder. Sparks reluctantly nodded.
"Yes, we re the lcosest vessel in this sector.." Sparks mumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his baggy, dark pants.
The resolve in Niobe's slender face was apparent to both Ghost and Sparks, "We go and do what we can then. They need us."
Ghost said nothing, but he didn't need to. He got up and walked past Niobe and onto the bridge, taking the Gunner seat. Sparks slapped his forehead in frustration, but knew it was rather futile to debate with Niobe when her mind was made-up. Niobe and Sparks stared eachother down for a moment before Sparks grumbled under his breath and looked away in resignation.
"Aye, Captain." Sparks said with a sigh in his voice, giving Niobe an exaggerated salute. There was a flash of annoyance in the brown eyes of the Captain before she took her seat at the Pilot's station.
"Can you transfer the co-ordinates to my station?" Niobe said into her small headset as she clicked it on her ear and strapped herself into her chair. She heard some murmuring from Sparks on the other end of the connection.
"Ya...can't be exact because of the distortion...but...there ya go." Sparks said over the comm. Niobe looked down on her display, a small locator blip coming up on a map of the local sector. She calculated the best route to get there in her head. She started up the ignition sequence and glanced over at Ghost. He glanced back as he finished buckling in and gave a small, curt nod. Niobe returned her attention to the pilot controls.
"Here we go." She whispered to herself.
Chapter 2: Message of Urgency
Disclaimer: I have no relations to the Matrix production team, the owners or the actors. I'm just a fan who eats up spare time by writing.
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It took a moment for Niobe to clear her vision, blinking her deep brown eyes as she felt the familiar sensation in the back of her neck as the probe was removed from the input terminal in her spine. She sat up slowly in her chair, gripping the sides as she turned herself to face Sparks. Ghost sat on the edge of his own chair, rubbing the back of his neck absently.
"What's the problem?" Niobe asked Sparks, her tone serious and pointed. Ghost directed his attention to Sparks as well, asking the same question with his narrow eyes. Both of them looked aggravated at being pulled out of the Construct on such short notice.
"Just hear this." Sparks said quickly.
Sparks spared no time, and hit the play-back button on his terminal. The same, horribly distorted message played through the small room. Niobe's eyes and expression became more stone like as she listened, Sparks looked agitated, and Ghost remained stoic.
"That was Miren." Niobe spoke with a cool yet concerned tone, recognizing the voice, "Captain of the Prometheus. Sparks, can you clear up some of the distortion and static?"
Sparks nodded, "Already did. The signal was weak as it is. We're lucky our communication relay picked it up at all. I've weaved all the techy magic I can on this...it sounds like they were under attack."
Niobe got off the chair, her arms hugging her small frame, the sleeves of her ragid burgundy sweater covering her small hands. She was pacing a little, brows set in a look of deep thought, eyes gazing at a random point as if she was off in her own world. Ghost leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knee's, studying Niobe.
"What's our move?" Ghost said in his low voice, looking directly at Niobe. She turned her head, the features of her chocolate-coloured face rigid, and made eye contact with Ghost. A few long moments passed before Sparks looked anxiously between the two of them, putting both his hands up.
"Whoa whoa WHOA." Sparks exclaimed, stepping forward to stand inbetween Niobe and Ghost, "If you two are even thinking of--"
"We're going to help." Niobe interjected before Sparks could finish his sentence. Sparks let out a low groan of disapproval and shook his head.
"We have no clue what happened, who attacked, what attacked...we're going in blind!" Sparks said, looking nervously between the calm and quiet Ghost and Niobe. "And going in blind is bad. As in being dead bad. And I don't like dead. Dead reall--"
"Sparks." Ghost snapped. Sparks baby blues looked over at the Asian male.
"What?"
"Are you going to stop us?" Ghost asked simply.
"Well, no. I'm just giving my two cents--" Sparks started before he was cut off again.
"Then shut up."
Sparks looked flustered and aggravated, looking at Niobe for some kind of help. The Captain would have smirked if the situation wasn't so dire. She walked behind the Controller station and headed up the narrow corridor that led to the bridge of the Logos.
"We're the closest vessel, right?." Niobe said, turning to speak to Sparks and Ghost over her shoulder. Sparks reluctantly nodded.
"Yes, we re the lcosest vessel in this sector.." Sparks mumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his baggy, dark pants.
The resolve in Niobe's slender face was apparent to both Ghost and Sparks, "We go and do what we can then. They need us."
Ghost said nothing, but he didn't need to. He got up and walked past Niobe and onto the bridge, taking the Gunner seat. Sparks slapped his forehead in frustration, but knew it was rather futile to debate with Niobe when her mind was made-up. Niobe and Sparks stared eachother down for a moment before Sparks grumbled under his breath and looked away in resignation.
"Aye, Captain." Sparks said with a sigh in his voice, giving Niobe an exaggerated salute. There was a flash of annoyance in the brown eyes of the Captain before she took her seat at the Pilot's station.
"Can you transfer the co-ordinates to my station?" Niobe said into her small headset as she clicked it on her ear and strapped herself into her chair. She heard some murmuring from Sparks on the other end of the connection.
"Ya...can't be exact because of the distortion...but...there ya go." Sparks said over the comm. Niobe looked down on her display, a small locator blip coming up on a map of the local sector. She calculated the best route to get there in her head. She started up the ignition sequence and glanced over at Ghost. He glanced back as he finished buckling in and gave a small, curt nod. Niobe returned her attention to the pilot controls.
"Here we go." She whispered to herself.