108210-wildstar-inspired

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Hi Folks !!!
 
I painted this picture and I thought .. this is a story waiting to happen !
 
 
 
 
 
 
I asked a couple friends of mine to post up ideas for a very short story of this  if it inspires them.
 
I asked if you think the image is of Mordesh or Mechari ? 
this is the beautiful work they wrote. !  
XILA31's submission ! 
 
 I decided to take a crack at writing a story about this character. So I thought I would share.  :D Here it is. 
 
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The wind carried the acrid smell of carrion and decay up from the valley below. Scanning the area below the ruins with her scope, she lay flat against the ground on a hill several meters away. The landscape was twisted with disease. She watched as a mutated dawngrazer wandered  through the infected fauna, looking for food.
 
The Strain.
It had been suspected that this area was infected. Peering over the top of her rifle she considered her options. The entrance to the lab was clear, but before then she would have to make her away across the open valley floor with minimal cover. Avoiding detection for such a long distance would be nearly impossible.  Alternately she could take the higher road around on the hill, climb up to the cliff, and then drop down from above.
 
She turned her wrist to check her vitalus level.
 
Eighty-seven percent. That would give her approximately thirty-six hours to get in, get out, and return to the rendezvous. She didn’t have time for hesitation. She wasn’t carrying enough ammunition rush the front door. Instead, she chose the back away.
Raising from her position, she moved quickly and quietly just below the crest of the hill, out of site of the exo-lab.  It was easier than she expected, almost as if the Eldan had designed it as an alternate approach. When she came to the outer wall she discovered she was near the top, and was able to pull herself up.
 
Crouching, she scanned the area within.
 
Like the other labs she had seen the systems appeared to be online, casting everything in an eerie green glow. At the center was a portal to other areas in the lab. It appeared that the Strain had not taking hold within the walls, which was intriguing considering the density of the infection on the outside. Perhaps for once Lazarin really had found something important and she wasn’t on a wild jabbit chase after all.
 
Dropping down to floor, she landed silently on her soft shoes and hurried across to the portal. She stepped into the pulsing light. Just out of her corner of her eye she noticed an angry red light flicker on, but then she was gone.
Her body reformed and she took a moment orient herself. She was in a long room with observation windows on either side. At the end of the corridor a door opened into a larger area. Looking through the windows she could see a larger room below where constructs aimlessly moved from one console to the next.
 
In the room beyond she found multiple control panels, all of them flashing red. There was also a large round door behind them. With a deep breath she moved to the first panel. It appeared to control a machine somewhere else  in the lab. She moved to the next, noting that it monitored what appeared to be a life-support system. That was unexpected.   The third panel was what she was looking for to open the door. The codex for the locking mechanism was a more uncommon system, one that was used in the facilities the Eldan deemed important. However, her hacking skills were top notch, and she’d encountered similar patterns before.
 
It didn’t take long for her to find the proper combination.
 
The door opened with a hiss.
 
Inside was a smaller room and another portal which was currently not functioning. At the far end of the room, a glowing vial sat on a table. It caught her eye instantly because it glowed a brilliant white rather than the usual green. She approached it cautiously, surprised and suspicious at finding it with such ease.
Breathtakingly beautiful, the white light danced with a radiance she had never imagined. This must be what Lazarin had discovered in his research.
 
As she reached to take the vial, a voice spoke from behind her. “Greetings, Intruder.” She turned quickly to see that a red security Caretaker had materialized behind her. “Your primal pattern has been scanned. You are not permitted in this area. Please prepare for termination. AND IT’S GONNA HURT, TOO!”
 
Sirens and flashing red light filled the room.
 
She grabbed the vial but the door hissed shut and locked. The portal buzzed to life.  With no other option, she jumped onto the portal. When she reappeared she secured the vial in her belt just as two constructs came around a corner. They began firing. Dodging, she lifted her riffle she fired twice and took them both down. She had to continue in the direction hey had come from. She found herself walking to the large room she had observed from above. If only there were a way back up. But first she would need a terminal to try to turn off the Caretaker program.
 
Three more constructs detected her and came buzzing in her direction. One. Two. Three. They went down. A flashing terminal could bee seen on the other side of the room. A large construct came lumbering from the far end of the room. It took aim and fired a large laser across the floor. She danced out of the way and ran toward the terminal.
 
Reading it quickly she saw it was another system for life support. More constructs were starting to appear. She didn’t have time. She began hacking. Her mind raced as she deciphered the Eldan words as they appeared. They were using this facility to create some sort of creature, and this terminal was about to set it free.
Just as she pressed the last button, a muffled roar came from somewhere not too far away.
 
“Do you really think YOU CAN ESCAPE?” The Caretaker’s voice echoed off the walls.
 
Constructs were beginning to swarm. She turned and began firing. Dodging and rushing for cover. Another roar, and the sound of metal moaning under pressure shook the lab. She wasn’t sure what she had done, but it may be her only chance. From another corridor a forest giant appeared, forcing it’s way through the small space as it searched for a way out. She could see it had been modified in some way with mechanical limbs.
 
“This is quite a twist in events. NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”
 
The constructs focus was taken from her as the beast pushed it’s way into the room. The roared in angry pain as they began firing on it. She watched as it lunged at them, sweeping away the small probes with it’s mighty metal arms. It’s head turned, revealing the right eye had been replaced with a laser cannon, and it was powering up.
 
She ran back to the corridor she had come from, attempting to take cover behind the wall.  The giant was too focused on the constructs to pay attention to her, which was fortunate. Just as she reached the portal she heard the cannon fired.
 
Dropping to the ground she waited as the lab trembled around her. The sound of metal and glass twisting under the heat of the blast was deafening. The giant cried out as a portion of the lab fell in, but then she heard him making his way to freedom, smashing through the remaining walls. Suddenly everything went quiet.
 
When she returned to the room beyond she discovered he had indeed smashed his way to the portal above. Using the debris she was able to climb up to the observation room.
 
“YOU THINK YOU'VE WON? I suppose I can see how you might.” The Caretaker’s laugh followed her as she stepped on the portal.
 
Outside, the giant was battling more constructs. To her dismay, the battle had gotten the attention of the Strain infected creatures on the other side of the wall. They began surging forward, but the giant was gaining ground. She ran back toward where she had entered. Leaping with all her strength she barely managed to catch the ledge of the wall. Adrenaline surged through her as she pulled herself up. This mission hadn’t gone quite as expected.
 
As she hurried away from the chaos at the lab, she pulled out her datachron. “This is agent four-eight-seven-two requesting emergency transport from sector seven-six-a.” She said firmly.
 
“Roger that. We’ll be at the rendezvous point in t-minus four minutes.”
 
Her hoverboard was waiting just where she left it. Looked back once more, she felt a pang of sorrow for the forest giant who had saved her. A noble sacrifice for a greater good. Moments later her hoverboard carried her away into the mist.
 
 
 
 
 
 
ROCIO's submission  
 
The streets of Illium were bright with rain and the lights shining down from the festive decorations strung about the new concert hall.  It was its inauguration. As the elite members of Dominion society filed inside, shedding their cloaks and coats, even they had to admire the gilded vaulted ceilings, the frescoes and the chandeliers.
 
Omatix walked inside, ignoring the nods of passersby.  She was dressed for the occasion in an elegant burgundy satin ballgown. On her arm hung a small sachet that she wore in lieu of perfume. A string of pearls adorned her neck.  Although she was not an organic being, she caught the eye of many of them for her elegance if not her seductiveness.
 
Passing through a hall adorned with silken curtains, she entered the main ball room.  Lining the walls were tables where people were sitting and eating from the banquet or standing around a large fountain of wine.
 
"Rather over the top." came a voice behind her.
 
"This is a theater."
 
"Concert hall."
 
"Either way, there must be a show."  She turned her cold gaze to him, another Mechari dressed in a suit and a top hat. "Where on Nexus did you get that?"
 
"Oh this?" He tipped it.
 
"Don't you think it's a bit flashy for the occasion, Silic?"
 
"No, all eyes are on you anyway."  He took her arm and led her to one of the tables.  He pulled out a chair and she sat. A waiter appeared unbidden and settled a small napkin on the table along with a goblet.
 
Omatix's eyes turned to the goblet and a small marking on her napkin. It seemed like a smudge of ink or a stain. That is until she turned the glass just right.  The image distorted when the light passed through the curved crystal revealing the sign of the Dominion, but upside down, its colors inverted.
 
"Tonight." murmumed the waiter.
 
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After the banquet was completed there was a call for a brief show. As patrons filed into the theater, Omatrix noticed several that stayed behind watching them.  The ICI was already here but although they had a vague idea of what was going to happen, Omatix hoped that their performance would go on to the final curtain.
 
She took her seat in the theater and reached beneath it, pulling out a dark evening cloak. "I'm a bit chilly," she said by way of explanation. "Excuse me."
 
She stood up and made her way to the back of the theater and passed through a door to the dressing rooms.  Several others were waiting as well also bearing dark cloaks. She moved among them and held out her hand against a door. "We are all brothers here." She said.
 
After a moment the door unlatched. It was the waiter. "This way."
 
They descended a hidden staircase to a cellar, her metal feet making indents in the wood steps. Had she a heart it would be as beating as fast as those around her.  But she was driven not by emotion, but by a singular purpose.
 
The waiter lit a torch, revealing a large gilded idol, an Eldan Relic, stolen from a holy site and highly sought after for its significance. The idol was of a hooded Eldan woman, her head bowed meditatively over her folded hands, her head convered in a cloak.
 
The "waiter" now raising his hands, invoked the ancient primal energies of Nexus. On an altar was a chunk of pure Exanite.
 
Air. Fire. Water. Earth. Logic. Life.  Each one signified by its hand signal.  Omatix performed the ritual with the others. Her affinity for primal energies was unheard of among her kind. She kept her talent carefully hidden from everyone, even those who mattered the most to her.
 
"We are the ones who have traveled lightyears for this day.  To finally see the true power of our art and to reap the inheritance of our Eldan ancestors."  He raised his hands upward. "See! Oh mighty one!  We are surrounded by heretics! Those who would destroy us in the name of the false emporer and the false Six!  Show your power to us and render them speechless!"
 
Omatix turned back to the entrance with a gasp. "They're coming!"
 
But the priest paid her no heed. "Choose your champion! And bring us into your light!"
 
Omatix stood in the entrance her body blocking the door.  Whispering a chant long forbidden by the empire, she put a strong seal, like glass, on the door.
 
The idol began to glow with pulsating power, responding to the chants of her fellow cultists. Gunfire burst from behind the door, the seal she had placed began to crack.
 
"Choose! Choose your champion!"
 
The door burst open and bullets rained down on them. 
 
"Have no fear my brothers! Argh!"   The priest collapsed.
 
Omatix backed away from the door, evoking primal water to deflect and slow the deadly assault.  She ran to the priest who was still gasping out the ritual, reaching for the idol with one shaking hand.
 
The ICI agents pointed their weapons at her. Omatix stood up and began chanting again. Her words began to echo around the entire room, in her body, through the bodies of her targets.  Her cloak lifted and swirled about her. Her exanite crystal glowed.
 
"Shoot her! She's a witch! A heretic!" 
 
They opened fire but the bullets passed through her, their passage creating tendrils of mist. Omatix body appeared to evaporate in a smoke leaving only the swirling cloak.
 
"Foul s-sorcery!"
 
"Destroy the idol!"
 
Omatix shoook her head and threw out one hand.  Sharp blades of ice surrounded by fire pelted her enemies.  She brought her hands together and forced them open and the ground beneath the agents shook and then cracked into a wide hole.  Screaming and crying, they fell, down, down, down.
 
The hole in the earth resealed itself. Leaving only broken tiles and dirt where the agents have been.
 
"Of course... it would be you...." The dark priest nodded, his eyes glassy with death.  "You were... chosen... a mechari... pure... Eldan..." He went limp.
 
"Down here!" More agents were coming, their heavy boots thundering down the wooden staircase.
 
Omatix took the exanite crystal from the altar, then she approached one of the dead agents and took his gun.  She closed her eyes and muttered the ancient invocation.  The cloak was the only sign of her presence and even it passed through the wall after her. The agents fanned out searching the room, but found no one alive.
 
She emerged on the street outside, running as quickly as she could her metal glistening through her torn dress.  "Silic," she whispered, "I'm sorry."
 
More voices, more shouting.  She reached the wall of Illium, casting a quick glance behind her. Omatix's form turned dark and she looked up and jumped up, up onto the wall. With the gun still in her hand, she turned and looked back one last time. 
 
Then she vanished into the night.
 
 
now i ask as well.. Cassian or Exile ? 
 
if you are inspired..  
think of this as maybe   a 2-3 page comic-book.. 
150 words or less per page
5 panels minimum !
 
 
Hope you enjoy.. 
 
cya la8r Space Cowboy !	
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Thanks, Ark! 
 
Your painting is really awesome. It's easy to draw inspiration. Also, it's a fun exercise to get creativity flowing. :D	
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			Incredible painting! I love the details on gun.	
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