Shake
Mar 12, 2004, 10:44 AM
AFW="Amidst the Flowing waves..."
If you're not familiar with it, check it out HERE (http://www.pso-world.com/viewtopic.php?topic=70359&forum=12)
With the release of episode III, and a continuation of the original storyline of the game, I've opened up my mind to new ideas. The result is a sequel to my so called "sleeper hit" fanfic. Since I'm not technically done, I figured I would write a little teaser for any fans, or for any strangers of the story to become interested in it.
And here it is, for the enjoyment of your imagination...
http://home.comcast.net/~koh/Krow3.gif
Input : Sunblast
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Login complete. Good morning commander Sunblast. Journal entry 00586 beginning...
Opened : Entry title "Promotion"
Body text...
"Recently I was promoted from first class advisor straight up to first class Commander. This promotion is very awkward to me, however. I don't think I am as excited as I should be.
For all these twenty one odd years I've been advising Hunters on battle tactics, tweeking weapons and armor, and wasting nights away playing Go-go ball with the children of Pioneer 2. Ever since I put down my Varista for the last time, I haven't seen a battle.
The C.A.R.D. lab's request was specifically for me. They must have something specially planned for me, otherwise they would've accepted someone else. I almost feel guilty, you see, I took advantage of their need for me in this position. I told them I would, but only if I can recruit one Hunter under my command. They hesitated before asking who. I'm sure you want to know just as much as they do. But, that's only because you've been programmed to do so.
I once knew a Hunter...him and I didn't know of each other for long, but he would always tell me stories. He told them as if it was his last chance to reveal his secrets. Or, other's secrets for that matter.
Anyways, this Hunter took injury after injury. He was hospitalized twice in the short span that I knew and saw him. The first time, he was impaled by a Delbiter's horn. The second, he was being examined for irregularities in his body, as if he was infected with something. Feeling a need to visit him, mainly due to his respectfulness towards me and his other friends, I searched for him in the Medical Center. What I found, wasn't the Hunter, but a shard of his inner being.
The Hunter escaped from the medical center one last time, but, this time he was never seen again...
The only thing he left behind was a solid white ring, peacefully replacing him on the medical center bed. So, I asked to recruit him. From what it seems, he left a small trail of ID logins accessing an old computer system just in case someone needed to find him.
This morning I set out with two of my recruits to find him..."
End Journal entry.
"Oh my god, are you really into that journal crap, Commander?" A voice says. The voice hushes against the plants and jungle air of the surrounding tropical forest. Even though the voice was shrouded with the sounds of a waterfall faintly in the distance, it was still heard clearly by the others.
Looking over the tall grass and plantlife below his feet, a man almost into the middle-ages of his life examines the pink haired FOnewearl who spoke to him. The man is covered in a thin purple RAmar series suit. Hiding his face from everyone, he wears a black mask with yellow goggles over the eyelets. He also has a regal robe hanging over his shoulders and hanging down to his knees, symbolizing his rank.
The Force girl however, isn't covering so much up. The skin of her forearms, waist, collar and legs are bare. While the rest of her body is laced with thin blue clothing. An overstuffed beret with a bonbon attached to the top of it rests atop her head. Another distinguishing trait of hers involves her Newman ears. Elongated at the tip, her ears stretch out from underneath her shoulder length hair.
"I find it rather relaxing." The purple dressed man replies.
"I find it annoying. It's just a way for people to talk about themselves." The Force says, continuing to imply that she disagrees with writing in a journal.
"I'm not really talking to myself," He says, walking through the brush with her. "You see Viviana, I feel as if I am talking to someone else. Someone unique. Someone who won't judge me with their opposing opinions of what I do, don't do, or how I feel or don't feel.
"I got you, I got you. I'm the one judging you, contrary to that fake little A.I. program inside that wrist journal..." Viviana says, glancing down at the man's left wrist.
The man glances down as well as she does, letting out a quick and quiet sigh. "Yeah, right."
From the distance, a new voice shouts out below the jungle canopy. "Commander Sun! Vivi! Over here!" A feminine voice shouts. Vivi and Sun dash through the overgrown plants in front of them. As they burst through the barrier of brush, a white haired HUnewearl begins to rise in the distance from a kneeling position. As she stands, she looks at Sun and Vivi expectantly.
"I think I found him..."
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Shake on 2004-03-12 08:14 ]</font>
If you're not familiar with it, check it out HERE (http://www.pso-world.com/viewtopic.php?topic=70359&forum=12)
With the release of episode III, and a continuation of the original storyline of the game, I've opened up my mind to new ideas. The result is a sequel to my so called "sleeper hit" fanfic. Since I'm not technically done, I figured I would write a little teaser for any fans, or for any strangers of the story to become interested in it.
And here it is, for the enjoyment of your imagination...
http://home.comcast.net/~koh/Krow3.gif
Input : Sunblast
...
Login complete. Good morning commander Sunblast. Journal entry 00586 beginning...
Opened : Entry title "Promotion"
Body text...
"Recently I was promoted from first class advisor straight up to first class Commander. This promotion is very awkward to me, however. I don't think I am as excited as I should be.
For all these twenty one odd years I've been advising Hunters on battle tactics, tweeking weapons and armor, and wasting nights away playing Go-go ball with the children of Pioneer 2. Ever since I put down my Varista for the last time, I haven't seen a battle.
The C.A.R.D. lab's request was specifically for me. They must have something specially planned for me, otherwise they would've accepted someone else. I almost feel guilty, you see, I took advantage of their need for me in this position. I told them I would, but only if I can recruit one Hunter under my command. They hesitated before asking who. I'm sure you want to know just as much as they do. But, that's only because you've been programmed to do so.
I once knew a Hunter...him and I didn't know of each other for long, but he would always tell me stories. He told them as if it was his last chance to reveal his secrets. Or, other's secrets for that matter.
Anyways, this Hunter took injury after injury. He was hospitalized twice in the short span that I knew and saw him. The first time, he was impaled by a Delbiter's horn. The second, he was being examined for irregularities in his body, as if he was infected with something. Feeling a need to visit him, mainly due to his respectfulness towards me and his other friends, I searched for him in the Medical Center. What I found, wasn't the Hunter, but a shard of his inner being.
The Hunter escaped from the medical center one last time, but, this time he was never seen again...
The only thing he left behind was a solid white ring, peacefully replacing him on the medical center bed. So, I asked to recruit him. From what it seems, he left a small trail of ID logins accessing an old computer system just in case someone needed to find him.
This morning I set out with two of my recruits to find him..."
End Journal entry.
"Oh my god, are you really into that journal crap, Commander?" A voice says. The voice hushes against the plants and jungle air of the surrounding tropical forest. Even though the voice was shrouded with the sounds of a waterfall faintly in the distance, it was still heard clearly by the others.
Looking over the tall grass and plantlife below his feet, a man almost into the middle-ages of his life examines the pink haired FOnewearl who spoke to him. The man is covered in a thin purple RAmar series suit. Hiding his face from everyone, he wears a black mask with yellow goggles over the eyelets. He also has a regal robe hanging over his shoulders and hanging down to his knees, symbolizing his rank.
The Force girl however, isn't covering so much up. The skin of her forearms, waist, collar and legs are bare. While the rest of her body is laced with thin blue clothing. An overstuffed beret with a bonbon attached to the top of it rests atop her head. Another distinguishing trait of hers involves her Newman ears. Elongated at the tip, her ears stretch out from underneath her shoulder length hair.
"I find it rather relaxing." The purple dressed man replies.
"I find it annoying. It's just a way for people to talk about themselves." The Force says, continuing to imply that she disagrees with writing in a journal.
"I'm not really talking to myself," He says, walking through the brush with her. "You see Viviana, I feel as if I am talking to someone else. Someone unique. Someone who won't judge me with their opposing opinions of what I do, don't do, or how I feel or don't feel.
"I got you, I got you. I'm the one judging you, contrary to that fake little A.I. program inside that wrist journal..." Viviana says, glancing down at the man's left wrist.
The man glances down as well as she does, letting out a quick and quiet sigh. "Yeah, right."
From the distance, a new voice shouts out below the jungle canopy. "Commander Sun! Vivi! Over here!" A feminine voice shouts. Vivi and Sun dash through the overgrown plants in front of them. As they burst through the barrier of brush, a white haired HUnewearl begins to rise in the distance from a kneeling position. As she stands, she looks at Sun and Vivi expectantly.
"I think I found him..."
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Shake on 2004-03-12 08:14 ]</font>