"Are you sure you want to leave now without a shuttle?" the buildings attendant asked Kosh. "The net said it might rain in the lower wards where you're headed."
Koshmarnaya Akula smiled politely and turned to head out the door, pausing for a moment before heading out into the cities core.
"Its always raining somewhere."
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There were loud cracks in the distance. The sharp rebounds easy to differentiate from the pattering taps of the rain that fell everywhere that he could see. Occasionally he could feel the warm water cascading down his face as he blinked gazing skyward at some unknown deity that enthralled his muscles and kept him subdued.
A long arcing streak flew across the encroaching dusk and was followed by the high pitched whine of another larger but equally quick object in seemingly dire pursuit of the smaller star. He chuckled and felt water gurgle within his chest and attempted his best to dissuade himself from finding humor as he felt that the sound was probably not the best to be making in the situation.
’What was his situation?’ He thought suddenly and he attempted to sit up, using his arms to brace himself against the warm moist ground. Around him stood buildings of medium to small height, their features pocked with crumbling floors and exposed interiors. Chairs, sofas and other housing items lay strewn around the street, having obviously been thrown in the havoc that had encompassed their residences earlier at some point. Large black marks surrounded the craters. Their scorched being evidence of immense power upon impact. In several places Koshmarnaya could discern craters that had a smooth texture having been fused upon the impact of the ordnance.
Bringing himself to his knee now he heard a distinct staccato rhythm to his west and looked about to find weapon. Having no immediate luck he stood and attempted to run to a nearby entryway. His left leg sore and barely supporting his weight he began to limp at an annoying pace, letting himself take shelter behind a destroyed vehicle for several seconds before continuing to his chosen haven. Entering he found the ravaged kitchen of a family. Their bodies having been flung from the concussion of some weapon fired near they lay back against the wall facing the street. Turning to leave the grisly sight he stopped short of a small doorway as he entered the dorms main hall. An obscured figure made itself dominant in his vision and he reached towards his thigh, grasping for a non existent sidearm. The figure blurred by some distortion of his vision he attempted to squint to see clearer. The distance being small he stomached his hurt leg and rushed the thing to confront what obviously stood assessing him.
As he sped the best he could along the hallway towards the rear of the house he suddenly could see the smallish thing to be woman in black, simple clothes. As she looked up to him he stopped in his tracks and felt a small tingle rising a
t the back of his head. A voice not his own suddenly entered his thoughts, the rain a distant series of slow thunderous beats as he strained to hear what were obviously faint words.
"It’s always raining somewhere….."
With those discernable words his head was hit by a sudden pressure wave and he was blown down the hallway to the entrance of the house. His eyes dazed and blinded by drywall and debris he could hear the rain coming faster now and he felt himself loosing grip on consciousness. He struggled to get to his feet, the weight of something pinning his good leg he cleared his eyes looking to meet his attacker. The empty hallway was now adorned with large tears in the plaster that led towards his current position. The woman however was gone. With that recognition he felt the stab and sear of broken limbs and stuggled to keep his mind focused. His last thoughts faltered amid the rain and then there was nothing.
Koshmarnaya Akula smiled politely and turned to head out the door, pausing for a moment before heading out into the cities core.
"Its always raining somewhere."
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There were loud cracks in the distance. The sharp rebounds easy to differentiate from the pattering taps of the rain that fell everywhere that he could see. Occasionally he could feel the warm water cascading down his face as he blinked gazing skyward at some unknown deity that enthralled his muscles and kept him subdued.
A long arcing streak flew across the encroaching dusk and was followed by the high pitched whine of another larger but equally quick object in seemingly dire pursuit of the smaller star. He chuckled and felt water gurgle within his chest and attempted his best to dissuade himself from finding humor as he felt that the sound was probably not the best to be making in the situation.
’What was his situation?’ He thought suddenly and he attempted to sit up, using his arms to brace himself against the warm moist ground. Around him stood buildings of medium to small height, their features pocked with crumbling floors and exposed interiors. Chairs, sofas and other housing items lay strewn around the street, having obviously been thrown in the havoc that had encompassed their residences earlier at some point. Large black marks surrounded the craters. Their scorched being evidence of immense power upon impact. In several places Koshmarnaya could discern craters that had a smooth texture having been fused upon the impact of the ordnance.
Bringing himself to his knee now he heard a distinct staccato rhythm to his west and looked about to find weapon. Having no immediate luck he stood and attempted to run to a nearby entryway. His left leg sore and barely supporting his weight he began to limp at an annoying pace, letting himself take shelter behind a destroyed vehicle for several seconds before continuing to his chosen haven. Entering he found the ravaged kitchen of a family. Their bodies having been flung from the concussion of some weapon fired near they lay back against the wall facing the street. Turning to leave the grisly sight he stopped short of a small doorway as he entered the dorms main hall. An obscured figure made itself dominant in his vision and he reached towards his thigh, grasping for a non existent sidearm. The figure blurred by some distortion of his vision he attempted to squint to see clearer. The distance being small he stomached his hurt leg and rushed the thing to confront what obviously stood assessing him.
As he sped the best he could along the hallway towards the rear of the house he suddenly could see the smallish thing to be woman in black, simple clothes. As she looked up to him he stopped in his tracks and felt a small tingle rising a
t the back of his head. A voice not his own suddenly entered his thoughts, the rain a distant series of slow thunderous beats as he strained to hear what were obviously faint words."It’s always raining somewhere….."
With those discernable words his head was hit by a sudden pressure wave and he was blown down the hallway to the entrance of the house. His eyes dazed and blinded by drywall and debris he could hear the rain coming faster now and he felt himself loosing grip on consciousness. He struggled to get to his feet, the weight of something pinning his good leg he cleared his eyes looking to meet his attacker. The empty hallway was now adorned with large tears in the plaster that led towards his current position. The woman however was gone. With that recognition he felt the stab and sear of broken limbs and stuggled to keep his mind focused. His last thoughts faltered amid the rain and then there was nothing.
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