CHAPTER SIX: VOICES IN THE DARK.
The first thing Edmund noticed when he regained consciousness, was that he had a splitting head ache. The second thing he noticed was that he was strapped down in some sort of medical bed. The third, was that he was extremely tired. Every muscle in his body ached, as if he had just sprinted across the planet. He was too tired to even open his eyes.
There were voices which seemed hazy and unclear to Edmund.
"That was incredible. Have you seen anything like that? This subject and his lighting gun. It was as if he had a six sense."
"I have seen it before."
"What shall we do with him? Stacie Liandri will not be pleased."
"I bet. Seven tournament personnel dead and double that number in injury."
"It was incredible, I have not seen anything like it since, since Captain Graff!"
"Yes, the Graff effect. But this one was different. He had not lost his mind. He seemed, possessed."
"Right. Imagine taking on the Liandri security guards with your bare hands. And killing seven! Even a mad man could not have done that. He was definitely possessed."
"And didn't you hear what he kept calling himself? He kept saying, I am so-"
"Silence you fool!"
"S-Stacie Liandri! I did not hear you c-come in."
"Yes, I noticed that! A moment longer and I would have you spilling the secrets of the Unreal Matrix. You never know who is listening."
"F-forgive me."
"Tell me something."
"T-the subjects name is Edmund Ross. An ex marine who was sentence"
"Idiot! Moron! I if I wanted his life biography, I can simply log on to the net! Now tell me what the hell happened!"
"I-I don't know! It seemed like the Graff effect, only he never once respawned. It was a perfect match! Five nil!"
"Indeed. Then would you kindly explain his behaviour?"
"My lady, I would say he was...Possessed."
"Oh, and by who?"
"Well, he kept calling himself-"
"That's enough. There is no trace that such a creature existed, and I refuse to accept it ever did."
"But my lady! The data we found together with the matrix, it clearly states that-"
"Think rationally. What powers could possible cause a universal xenocide, and leave not a trace of their victims?"
"Well, there is the Unreal matrix."
A loud scoff.
"Yes, just the Unreal Matrix, a weapon that would probably grant an empire an unlimited amount of shock troops. Tell me then, how did such an empire get wiped out totally out of the face of the universe without leaving a trace of their existence."
"Erm...well..."
"Tell me, how did such an empire, succumb without so much leaving a trace of civilization on any of the planets we have so far colonized? And wouldn't such a powerful race that wiped out the people who created the Unreal Matrix now be controlling the universe? Is there any trace of such a race?"
"What about the artifacts? The core did mention something about the artifacts that were very familiar to what that Marshal found. The core mentioned that with the aid of certain artifacts, the Enemy was able to summon warriors, that the Kul-"
"Be silent imbecile! That's top secret information! One more word and I swear I'll put you in the tournaments in the 'last man standing' mode."
"..."
"Good. Now let's just say that the artifacts that Marshal John Dalton found are indeed related to the demise of the Unreal Matrix's creators, the official story still stands. The Unreal creators died because of matrix overuse, do you two understand?"
"Yes, my lady!"
"..."
"Good."
"Shall we terminate the subject my lady? He knows too much, if you ask me."
"I did not ask you. And no, we will not terminate him. The story is that he suffered a variation of the Graff effect, which is he was not used to the effects of first time teleportation. Nothing shall be mentioned about his possession from...you know who. I've got some plans for him."
"Pray my lady, do tell."
"Get this man a sponsor and skip all his other qualification rounds. A man with a perfect score should be given special privileges don't you think? Put him straight into the tournaments. That should boost our ratings."
"Yes my lady, I'll get to it immediately."
"Good, and I want the security around the Unreal core to be increased, and..."
The words faded away from Edmund's mind. Weariness had finally overcome him. Edmund Ross drifted off into a nightmarish sleep. He would awake later, to find reality even worse.
As you can see, this story is not merely a bloodbath like the game. i'm trying to create a more intricate background behind the scenes. What dark secret is the Liandri trying to hide, and how is it connected to Edmund? What actually happened to Edmund during the teleportation? hopefully, i will be able to pull this off properly. I can only pray the plot of my story is coming out well for the readers
The first thing Edmund noticed when he regained consciousness, was that he had a splitting head ache. The second thing he noticed was that he was strapped down in some sort of medical bed. The third, was that he was extremely tired. Every muscle in his body ached, as if he had just sprinted across the planet. He was too tired to even open his eyes.
There were voices which seemed hazy and unclear to Edmund.
"That was incredible. Have you seen anything like that? This subject and his lighting gun. It was as if he had a six sense."
"I have seen it before."
"What shall we do with him? Stacie Liandri will not be pleased."
"I bet. Seven tournament personnel dead and double that number in injury."
"It was incredible, I have not seen anything like it since, since Captain Graff!"
"Yes, the Graff effect. But this one was different. He had not lost his mind. He seemed, possessed."
"Right. Imagine taking on the Liandri security guards with your bare hands. And killing seven! Even a mad man could not have done that. He was definitely possessed."
"And didn't you hear what he kept calling himself? He kept saying, I am so-"
"Silence you fool!"
"S-Stacie Liandri! I did not hear you c-come in."
"Yes, I noticed that! A moment longer and I would have you spilling the secrets of the Unreal Matrix. You never know who is listening."
"F-forgive me."
"Tell me something."
"T-the subjects name is Edmund Ross. An ex marine who was sentence"
"Idiot! Moron! I if I wanted his life biography, I can simply log on to the net! Now tell me what the hell happened!"
"I-I don't know! It seemed like the Graff effect, only he never once respawned. It was a perfect match! Five nil!"
"Indeed. Then would you kindly explain his behaviour?"
"My lady, I would say he was...Possessed."
"Oh, and by who?"
"Well, he kept calling himself-"
"That's enough. There is no trace that such a creature existed, and I refuse to accept it ever did."
"But my lady! The data we found together with the matrix, it clearly states that-"
"Think rationally. What powers could possible cause a universal xenocide, and leave not a trace of their victims?"
"Well, there is the Unreal matrix."
A loud scoff.
"Yes, just the Unreal Matrix, a weapon that would probably grant an empire an unlimited amount of shock troops. Tell me then, how did such an empire get wiped out totally out of the face of the universe without leaving a trace of their existence."
"Erm...well..."
"Tell me, how did such an empire, succumb without so much leaving a trace of civilization on any of the planets we have so far colonized? And wouldn't such a powerful race that wiped out the people who created the Unreal Matrix now be controlling the universe? Is there any trace of such a race?"
"What about the artifacts? The core did mention something about the artifacts that were very familiar to what that Marshal found. The core mentioned that with the aid of certain artifacts, the Enemy was able to summon warriors, that the Kul-"
"Be silent imbecile! That's top secret information! One more word and I swear I'll put you in the tournaments in the 'last man standing' mode."
"..."
"Good. Now let's just say that the artifacts that Marshal John Dalton found are indeed related to the demise of the Unreal Matrix's creators, the official story still stands. The Unreal creators died because of matrix overuse, do you two understand?"
"Yes, my lady!"
"..."
"Good."
"Shall we terminate the subject my lady? He knows too much, if you ask me."
"I did not ask you. And no, we will not terminate him. The story is that he suffered a variation of the Graff effect, which is he was not used to the effects of first time teleportation. Nothing shall be mentioned about his possession from...you know who. I've got some plans for him."
"Pray my lady, do tell."
"Get this man a sponsor and skip all his other qualification rounds. A man with a perfect score should be given special privileges don't you think? Put him straight into the tournaments. That should boost our ratings."
"Yes my lady, I'll get to it immediately."
"Good, and I want the security around the Unreal core to be increased, and..."
The words faded away from Edmund's mind. Weariness had finally overcome him. Edmund Ross drifted off into a nightmarish sleep. He would awake later, to find reality even worse.
As you can see, this story is not merely a bloodbath like the game. i'm trying to create a more intricate background behind the scenes. What dark secret is the Liandri trying to hide, and how is it connected to Edmund? What actually happened to Edmund during the teleportation? hopefully, i will be able to pull this off properly. I can only pray the plot of my story is coming out well for the readers
