Atlas
Character
Thump.....Thump
Thump....Thump
Thump..Thump.
His heart beat faster as the blood started flowing throughout his body. Something was wrong, he shouldn't be awake right now, should he?
His eyes popped open, he was still inside the bacta tank. He had been recovering from the wounds he had suffered from his last mission...wait? he was on a mission right? He couldn't remember, the amnesia scrambled everything.
I need to get out of here, wait, who am I? do I have a name?
These were questions that he would have to address later. He looked around to see how he might escape. He was suspended naked in a tube filled with bacta, a respirator mask was attached to his face. He couldn't see much past the glass, but he could make out a rhythmic red light flashing.
He could't punch through the glass with just his fist, he would need something harder. His hand moved to to the mask on his face, it felt smooth and hard, like metal! But that would require him taking it off and then he would lose his ability to breath. That was a risk he would have to take.
He unsnapped the buckles on each side of the mask, then took a deep breath.... He ripped off the mask and held in in both hands. he raised his arms over his head and then swung the mask at the glass as hard as he could. There was a dull thunk, but the glass remained intact, no cracks.
He swung again, and again. still no crack.
Thump..thump.........thump..thump.
The blood was started to pound in his head. He need to break through, or he was going to drown.
He swung again.
Thunk!
And again
Thunk!
Spots were starting to form in his eyes.
Again.
Thunk!
....again
Thunk....crack!!
The glass began to splinter as he was beginning to lose consciousness, he gave one more swing, and the glass shattered and he spilled out onto the floor. Then everything went black.
An unknown amount of time later....
He woke up. The ground was cool, it felt like steel. He sat up and looked around. He was still naked, he had suffered some cuts from then shattered glass, but he was alive. Above him, a red light attached to the ceiling was flashing rhythmically, to signify an emergency no doubt.
He looked at the tank which he had been in. It was a typical bacta tank, save for the fact that it was now broken. At it's base a name plate read Titan 27-5 "Atlas"
My name is Atlas...?
The name felt familiar, like a lingering shadow just on the edge of his mind. At least he knew his name now.
Next to the bacta tank which had previously held him, was an identical bacta tank, and is was currently occupied. Atlas moved closer to inspect it. Another human was inside, he was big and muscular. He seemed unconscious just as Atlas had been. Looking down, Atlas saw a similar name plate. This one read Titan 28-5 "Deimos"
Deimos....I know that name....
In fact, upon looking at the unconscious male again, Atlas was certain that he knew this man! He had to get him out of there. His eyes fell on a nearby control panel. He walked over to it. He wasn't sure what he was looking at, but his body seemed to. As if on it's own accord, his hand reached up and began deftly pressing buttons.
A sound over head startled Atlas. A small crane arm moved along the ceiling and stopped just over the occupied bacta tank. The bacta drain from the tank, and the top opened. Once done, the arm f the crane descended and gently lifted the unconscious Deimos out of the tank and then moved over and gently laid him on the ground before returning to its place of rest. Atlas walked over and checked Deimos' vitals. He was alive.
Atlas shivered which reminded him of his nakedness. He needed clothes, and so did his new friend. He looked around and saw a locker. Inside he found several jumpsuits, green in color, and three sets of boots. He retrieved two of the jumpsuits and two pair of boots. He quickly dressed and walked back over to the still unconscious Deimos. Atlas then began the awkward task of clothing Deimos. Deimos started to stir just as Atlas had finished.
"Good, I was afraid I was gonna have to drag you out of here"
@T28-5 "Deimos"
Thump....Thump
Thump..Thump.
His heart beat faster as the blood started flowing throughout his body. Something was wrong, he shouldn't be awake right now, should he?
His eyes popped open, he was still inside the bacta tank. He had been recovering from the wounds he had suffered from his last mission...wait? he was on a mission right? He couldn't remember, the amnesia scrambled everything.
I need to get out of here, wait, who am I? do I have a name?
These were questions that he would have to address later. He looked around to see how he might escape. He was suspended naked in a tube filled with bacta, a respirator mask was attached to his face. He couldn't see much past the glass, but he could make out a rhythmic red light flashing.
He could't punch through the glass with just his fist, he would need something harder. His hand moved to to the mask on his face, it felt smooth and hard, like metal! But that would require him taking it off and then he would lose his ability to breath. That was a risk he would have to take.
He unsnapped the buckles on each side of the mask, then took a deep breath.... He ripped off the mask and held in in both hands. he raised his arms over his head and then swung the mask at the glass as hard as he could. There was a dull thunk, but the glass remained intact, no cracks.
He swung again, and again. still no crack.
Thump..thump.........thump..thump.
The blood was started to pound in his head. He need to break through, or he was going to drown.
He swung again.
Thunk!
And again
Thunk!
Spots were starting to form in his eyes.
Again.
Thunk!
....again
Thunk....crack!!
The glass began to splinter as he was beginning to lose consciousness, he gave one more swing, and the glass shattered and he spilled out onto the floor. Then everything went black.
An unknown amount of time later....
He woke up. The ground was cool, it felt like steel. He sat up and looked around. He was still naked, he had suffered some cuts from then shattered glass, but he was alive. Above him, a red light attached to the ceiling was flashing rhythmically, to signify an emergency no doubt.
He looked at the tank which he had been in. It was a typical bacta tank, save for the fact that it was now broken. At it's base a name plate read Titan 27-5 "Atlas"
My name is Atlas...?
The name felt familiar, like a lingering shadow just on the edge of his mind. At least he knew his name now.
Next to the bacta tank which had previously held him, was an identical bacta tank, and is was currently occupied. Atlas moved closer to inspect it. Another human was inside, he was big and muscular. He seemed unconscious just as Atlas had been. Looking down, Atlas saw a similar name plate. This one read Titan 28-5 "Deimos"
Deimos....I know that name....
In fact, upon looking at the unconscious male again, Atlas was certain that he knew this man! He had to get him out of there. His eyes fell on a nearby control panel. He walked over to it. He wasn't sure what he was looking at, but his body seemed to. As if on it's own accord, his hand reached up and began deftly pressing buttons.
A sound over head startled Atlas. A small crane arm moved along the ceiling and stopped just over the occupied bacta tank. The bacta drain from the tank, and the top opened. Once done, the arm f the crane descended and gently lifted the unconscious Deimos out of the tank and then moved over and gently laid him on the ground before returning to its place of rest. Atlas walked over and checked Deimos' vitals. He was alive.
Atlas shivered which reminded him of his nakedness. He needed clothes, and so did his new friend. He looked around and saw a locker. Inside he found several jumpsuits, green in color, and three sets of boots. He retrieved two of the jumpsuits and two pair of boots. He quickly dressed and walked back over to the still unconscious Deimos. Atlas then began the awkward task of clothing Deimos. Deimos started to stir just as Atlas had finished.
"Good, I was afraid I was gonna have to drag you out of here"
@T28-5 "Deimos"