Post by L~7 on Jan 12, 2021 20:36:06 GMT -6
Where… am I? This isn’t my ship. My crew… where’s my crew? Why are all these wires on me? There’s screens, scans, and machines all around me. Am I in some sort of hospital? This feels a bit dark and hidden for a medical facility.
L~7: Yes… who are you, and where am I?
?: Well, normally, I’m supposed to be asking the questions, but looking at your current circumstances, I figure I should build your trust. My name is Auron Vega, and you are my patient. Right now, we are in Boulder City, Nevada. This is a bunker I’ve created for emergency medical situations just like this one. Unfortunately, you hit your head pretty hard in that… UFO crash. What’s more unfortunate is that your ride is being investigated.
No no no. This cannot be happening. He must be lying.
Auron: Okay… clearly, you are suffering from amnesia. Most likely short term. I want to make sure you have your long term memory before we move forward. Can you tell me who you are?
He keeps giving me this poker face while he types on his computer. It’s clear I’m on Earth. This isn’t my first time here. He’s human, with ginger hair, and a look that’s so stoic, you would believe him if he said he was an android. The way he speaks is just as expressionless as his face.
Auron: Yes, I know. My colleagues are looking into them as we speak. They’re all in separate rooms right now, and are in the best care possible. We want to talk about you, how you got here, and how we’re going to make sure you’re healthy. I have a lot of experience with helping other species, but I’ve never dealt with someone like you before, so I’ve not had the easiest time figuring out what exactly is going on, aside from a concussion, both quads torn, a separated should--
L~7: I will recover. My healing factor is not what I am concerned about. I can feel my injuries. I know what is wrong enough to know that I will be all right. My concern right now is making sure I have an understanding on what exactly has happened and why I am here.
Finally, he gives me an expression. Irritation, clearly, but maybe some understanding underneath that.
L~7: It’s a ship. A spacecraft that allows me to travel the Universe.
Auron: Okay… your spacecraft crashed and is now in police custody for an investigation. I’m not sure what’s going to happen because of it, but what I can tell you is that, right now, all of your crewmates are alive and stable. They’re injured, just like you, so you, and your friends all need to stay put and let us take care of you.
So our fate is reliant on a poker faced human and his team of doctors who I have not met. Splendid. He continues to type on his computer. After a bit, he pushes himself away in his office after giving an odd look to the computer. He seems to be making a comparison of sorts.
L~7: How long have I been here?
He looks at his watch for a moment. He’s wearing gloves, and a lab coat over a cheap suit. There’s a face mask hanging by his ear.
L~7: I’m a Quasonic from planet Quartex. Two of my crewmates are also Quasonic. Hopefully they’re recovering as well as I am.
Auron: I’m sure they are. Get some rest. My colleagues and I will make sure you guys are all alive and well.
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I’m in another room now... this one looks less dark and dreary. Hopefully, that means I can leave soon. I’m not so wired in, and there’s only a couple machines.
That’s a familiar voice. They’re next to me, on the same kind of bed that I’m in.
M~9: Of course I’m okay. You’d have to push me into a black hole to kill me.
L~7: Where’s N~8? Is she okay?
N~8: Man, you must have severe tunnel vision to not notice me.
There she is on my left. I suppose my recovery time is taking longer than I’d imagine it would. I can just barely see her long blue locks.
N~8: Unfortunately. The Universe is going to be a mess without us. At least we have Earth to protect.
M~9: In the meantime…
M~9 takes out his Holo. He must’ve been able to keep it on him during the crash.
M~9: I’ve been looking into what to do after we recover. I remember how much L~7 was interested in professional wrestling the last time we came here.
M~9: Even better. I did some research while you were resting, and came across an upcoming promotion called Black Pyramid Wrestling, located at Las Vegas, which isn’t too far from where we currently are.
N~8: I told him it sounded sketchy, but of course, he won’t listen to me.
L~7: “Sketchy?” Someone has been getting used to Earth lingo.
N~8: I’ve been here more than you have. I’ve gotten used to the way they speak.
M~9 rolls his eyes at her and slowly sits up. He looks like he was burned, but luckily, they’re healing. Unfortunately, his facial hair seems to have been singed a bit.
L~7: You think that’s a good idea? What about the ship?
N~8: I have it covered. Polonium, although damaged, is still operating within the ship. It can make sure the officers don’t poke too far into our tech.
M~9: Think on it, and let me know. I’ll help you with the process. Talk to the right people. Until then, let’s worry about getting out of here.
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It’s a new year on Earth. The year 2021. Now that I’m medically cleared, I can begin to train for my first match in Black Pyramid Wrestling. I’m facing someone named Zombie McMorris, which already shows me that I’m not the only one in the promotion that isn’t a human’s definition of “normal.” I still have many questions. Why did our ship crash? What were we in the Solar System for? Why did Auron Vega and his team help us? I’ll figure all of this out in due time. What I know right now is that I have to make Planet Earth my home until I can recover and repair my ship. Even moreso, I have a journey to partake in. This promotion, and dealing with an anomaly like Zombie McMorris… this wasn’t where I expected to be, but it’s where I am now.
Gideon Chesyre. One of Auron’s doctors.
Gideon: Just because Auron tucks himself in there all the time, doesn’t mean I have to. I heard you’re joining BPW.
L~7: Black Pyramid Wrestling. You know about it?
Gideon: Oh yeah. You’re in that big tournament. Facing Z-MAC, of all people. Be careful.
L~7: What do you mean?
Gideon: I can’t stay and chat. Just be careful. Trust me.
He walks off, but not back into the bunker. What in the Universe have I gotten myself into?
