07-07-2018, 10:17 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Agent Maine was gone, had been for a while.
What had taken his place was an empty husk of a person. It had been a slow progression at first, but it gradually picked up pace and now only bits and pieces of himself were left. His head still hurt as he woke up, even more than before. But at least it was silent. The AIs were being quiet now, and for a moment he thought he had lost them somehow, but then whispering started in his ears and he exhaled. He was both relieved and disappointed to hear them.
Now that that situation was cleared up, he took a moment to glance around at his surroundings. He didn't recognize anything, which definitely wasn't good. From what little he could remember, the Mother of Invention had crashed, or something to that degree. His memory was muddled a lot recently. Or maybe the rough landing had messed with his brain. Either way, it was hard to focus through the pounding in his skull and the quiet mumbles of his AIs.
Needless to say, he's stunned when he realizes that he wasn't in his own body anymore. He wasn't sure what had happened after the crash, but when he looked down, he definitely didn't see his usual hands. Instead he saw large paws, adorned with large claws that came to a prick point. That was new. Still, he couldn't focus on it for long. He was more worried about finding out where he was. Picking up the pieces of what remained of his armor, he managed to squeeze it onto his new form, sliding his helmet over his head with mild resistance from his muzzle.
The male looked around once more, grimacing with pain as the AIs began to give him instructions, all having different commands for him. His ears began to softly ring but he quickly shook his head and started off in a random direction, spotting a marshland off in the distance. With nowhere else to go, he headed towards it, hoping to find some other Freelancers--though not for any good reasons.
What had taken his place was an empty husk of a person. It had been a slow progression at first, but it gradually picked up pace and now only bits and pieces of himself were left. His head still hurt as he woke up, even more than before. But at least it was silent. The AIs were being quiet now, and for a moment he thought he had lost them somehow, but then whispering started in his ears and he exhaled. He was both relieved and disappointed to hear them.
Now that that situation was cleared up, he took a moment to glance around at his surroundings. He didn't recognize anything, which definitely wasn't good. From what little he could remember, the Mother of Invention had crashed, or something to that degree. His memory was muddled a lot recently. Or maybe the rough landing had messed with his brain. Either way, it was hard to focus through the pounding in his skull and the quiet mumbles of his AIs.
Needless to say, he's stunned when he realizes that he wasn't in his own body anymore. He wasn't sure what had happened after the crash, but when he looked down, he definitely didn't see his usual hands. Instead he saw large paws, adorned with large claws that came to a prick point. That was new. Still, he couldn't focus on it for long. He was more worried about finding out where he was. Picking up the pieces of what remained of his armor, he managed to squeeze it onto his new form, sliding his helmet over his head with mild resistance from his muzzle.
The male looked around once more, grimacing with pain as the AIs began to give him instructions, all having different commands for him. His ears began to softly ring but he quickly shook his head and started off in a random direction, spotting a marshland off in the distance. With nowhere else to go, he headed towards it, hoping to find some other Freelancers--though not for any good reasons.
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