Breath

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The stasis foam was expelled from his lungs with a ragged cough. It was all he could do to fall to his hands and knees before his stomach's contents were laid bare across the grated floor. His fingers clawed at the grating; tears streamed down his pale cheeks from the pain. It wracked his body; it felt as if he had been hit dead on by a speeder bus, though he had no idea how he knew what a speeder bus actually was. A brief moment's thought kept him from slumping into the sticky blue mass of stasis foam, but he could not stop himself from collapsing to the floor in agony.

He did not know how long he laid there, only that times seemed to stand still. The pain dulled from its terrible tremors to a dull ache that he knew would remain in his muscles and joints for days to come. His lips parted, eyes fluttering open to take in the dim light. At first he saw nothing but hazy images, but it all began to coalesce into a singular picture the longer he looked.

The room he'd found himself in was not a room at all, but rather the cargo hold of a small transport vessel. He could tell that much from the shp's interior, though a massive hole had been blown through its aft side. Bright morning light seeped in through it, providing the boy with a semblance of vision.

Clad in nothing but the skinsuits one would wear in cryo, the boy crawled his way out of the hole. He felt his strength slowly returning to him; felt something soft and grainy moved beneath his fingertips. The smell of salty sea air filled his nostrils as he crested the makeshift entrance.

"Hnng," his lips parted to speak, but he could not find his voice. Frustrated, the youth pulled himself into a sitting position. He looked about, recognized it to be a beach in some tropical area, and slumped back against the vessel's bulkhead. He felt himself sink uselessly into the sand, his eyes drifting shut. He simply sat there, huddled up against the side of a ruined ship, listening to the sound of the ocean's natural symphony.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Like a dream the vision she saw was of a metallic stage with windows looking out to darkness that was colored with an array of waved clouds that moved in a chaotic motion. Beyond them though, was the splashes of powerful yellow and red puffs that distinguished themselves from the waves behind them. The eyes turned to a door that was closing as the arms that did not belong to her through a young individual between them before they closed in front of her sight. They then turned again to the view of the windows and was greeted by the same distant puff of clouds as the yellow and red dominating colors took over all she could see.

She blinked to hid her face from the fear she felt, and opened them again to see nothing but a blue hue of the static pod. This scared her even more as she struggled to free her body and then she felt herself downing in the blue liquid. This scared her more as the red lights inside the pod began to blink. She became more scared of her new environment and felt like screaming as if it would help her. Letting out a muffled and gurgling yell, the pod door began to shimmer and shake for a second... and then it blew off its hinges and ejected a splash of the blue static foam.

It was still unclear what had happened, but the wave of fresh air only made her choke on the new type of breathing for her body. Still in her body suit and the foam melting to the floor her choking coughs to expelling the liquid still in her to the floor assisted by gravity. Her mind was still fuzzing as to what she saw and looked about the room as her eyes began to work together instead against one another as they were before. Once she caught focus of her environment she noticed a abnormality to the ship interior that she saw first. Their was a beach within the ship, and she then though how she knew the name of the room she was in. It was at this time that [member="Zacharius"], in a similar body suit just looking over the beach.

She quickly went from her broken hunched over pose to pulling her legs up to herself and attempting to pull herself deeper into the pod that she was currently calling a safe home.

 

[Asher Malvern]

Slow, labored, breaths escaped M’Taka as he was ejected out, into the cold interior of the ship’s cargo hold.

[SIZE=11pt]As his trembling body was laid onto the grated floor, Taka began a series of ragged, shallow, wretches. Each one expelling a flew flecks of a dark grey liquid that had been swallowed down his gullet when he regained consciousness. Curling his fist into a ball, he attempted to open his eyes, hoping to gain some semblance of coherence. The moment his lids parted he felt a horrid stinging sensation course through the unused orbs. Even the shaded interior of the ship was not soothing to the eyes that had only ever been exposed to uncompromising darkness. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Crawling back, his fingers gripping the grates to allow him movement, Taka braced himself against the base of his pod, a soft groan escaping him as his body responded with aches and pains, a byproduct of the reanimation process. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His breathing, while labored, had deepened to provide his lungs some relief. Finally Taka’s eyes had recovered from their pain, allowing his blurred vision to clear a bit. He could now see the ship he sat in, recognizing it with the faintest bit of nostalgia, yet never truly finding it in his memory. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His memory. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There wasn’t one. Not unlike a newborn, M’taka had no memories to call upon. There were no cities or people, no events or trials, not even a memory to explain how he had found himself on the ship before him. He scanned the room searchingly, yet nothing was present to answer his questions. Unlike a newborn, he did know where he was and what he was. To a minor extent, at least. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ko’nawei?” He muttered in the native tongue of the Sandali. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Forcing himself from his seated position, Taka offered out another labored groan as his legs fought the movement. It took him a moment to place himself on his own two legs, but once the action was done there was some relief from the accomplishment. His attention turned to the rustling sounds of movement, as well as the promise of an escape from the cargo hold of the vessel. Following the light, the boy advanced out of the cargo hold, taking notice of the stasis bodysuit he had been clad in. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]When the cold floor of the cargo hold turned warm, parting for the sand of a beach the ship had crashed on, Taka glanced down, welcomely greeting the warm feeling against his nearly bare feet. The moment was fleeting, however, as he found himself confused by the two standing outside the ship, not far from where he stood. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Wewe noa nani?” The boy would direct to them, his throat still ragged from the coughing fit he just experienced. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]*Translation*[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Where am I?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Who are you?”[/SIZE]

[member="Jade Fuga"] [member="Zacharius"]

 

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Something living stirred within the bowels of the ship. Too dazed to move at first, Zachariah initially opted to ignore it. Whatever it was that lingered aboard that vessel was beyond his knowledge; perhaps if he did not move it wouldn't see him.

Another presence stirred shortly thereafter. Neither exhumed any hostile intent, though one had elected to cower within the confines of its pod. The other had made a choice similar to Zacharius' own, stumbling out onto the windswept shore on shaky legs. It was only when the dark skinned human stepped into the boy's peripherals that he found the energy to turn his head. The child before him looked to be about his age, though he was bore no resemblance beyond that. Zacharius met his gaze with cold blue eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"I have no idea what you're saying," he spoke, his voice harsh from disuse. It sounded lower Coruscanti, though he knew he had never come anywhere close to the galactic core. "Can you speak basic?" The boy's brow furrowed.

The area remained relatively calm. The breeze was cool but not chilling, the sun warm but not scathing. Zacharius drank it in, and slowly rose to his feet, his gaze transfixed on the stranger whose presence he knew so instinctively well.



@M'Taka [member="Jade Fuga"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Hearing the voices and stoping of heavy feetfall made the situation feel a bit better knowing it was not another vision where everything was soundless. She reached for the edges of her pod as the man with a darker skin tone spoke up. She was confused as to why the other young man standing on the sand was unable to understand him. She could hear him clear as day.

Peaking her eyes out from behind the safety of her pod like a courious squirrel she spoke to [member="Zacharius"], "He wants to know who you are and what's going on, I was gonna ask as well, but you seem as curious as the both of us."

She looked up as @M'Taka and noticed his dagger like stance was a little more then she was willing to put forward and jumped out the pod to have gravity posses her movement and force her to kneel to its power. Her breathing was still ragged, and air was feeling like a long lost friend that embraced her a little too hard. It was her light blue eyes and freckled face that looked up in dispare, "Why is this walking thing so hard."