User:Jamster/Onyx

Preamble
Fan Fiction written by yours truly. You may or may not recognise it depending on your gaming interests, ('copyright' in at the bottom which tells you). C&C would be good, if you have the time to read it, or you could just enjoy it. It'd be nice too that, if you decide to repost somewhere else, and/or change this, you credit me. Cheers ^_^

Prologue
''For the fifth time this morning, she had the rifle in pieces on the grassy floor, and was diligently cleaning it, again. The parts shimmered as an artificial Sun emerged from an even more artificial cloud pattern, and in response, her visor dimmed. She sighed -another dull day. Dull, yes. But at least it was safe.''

Touchdown
“John? John? Can you hear me?” He closed his eyes, and tried to blank out the muffled woman’s words. Whoever she was, why couldn’t she leave him alone, in peace?

“John! I know you can hear me. Come on, we need to get out of here.” His eyes snapped open again, just in time to watch something rise up, silently away from him. Warmth suddenly flooded into his body, he felt the blood pumping around his newly found limbs, and the icy sensation in his mind defrost. The world was no longer spinning. He was lying in some kind of bed, staring straight up at many long, winding power cables, pipes and other snake-like shapes that ran along what he assumed was the ceiling. It all felt so familiar, yet, at the same time, he felt like a complete stranger.

The disembodied woman spoke again, “Sleep well?” Startled, he looked around, “Oh, never mind, don’t answer that. Disorientated still?” He nodded. “It’ll come back soon, don’t worry. Sorry you were thawed out so quickly - this thing’s residual power is falling rapidly - speed was of the essence.” She paused, “Can you move?”

In response, John grasped the side of his ‘bed’ with a solid right hand, and pulled himself up. The blood throbbed in his head as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around him. It was deathly silent, and he could only see a few feet in front of him before the room was swallowed by the night. To the far right of the room, a sudden bright pulse of rich purple and blue colours illuminated the room for a split second, then they converged into a holographic female human figure. The bluish woman waved cheerily, “Hold on, don’t get up yet.” She frowned, “Aha!” She made a gesture with her left hand, “that should do it.”

The room was suddenly flooded with a painfully white light which forced John to shield his eyes with, what he discovered was, a very large, armour-clad arm. At the same time, strange symbols flashed into being across his vision, which even his arm couldn’t block out. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he brought his other gigantic hand up and tried to touch the symbols above his right eye. Again, no sound, but he could feel something foreign, blocking the massive gloves that enclosed his oversized hands. It felt smooth, cool, even underneath the gloves which must be a good inch thick, he assumed. The purple woman reappeared, this time closer to the spot where he sat. The blue-green glyphs that pulsed through her holographic form reminded him of something he had once seen, somewhere, a long sleep ago…