Reborn
25 Sep 2016Niatra
Niatra was in a weird stance for 5 days straight. He woke up early in the morning. He had breakfast and went back to sleep until eight O'clock in the evening when whoke up again to have lunch and afterwards vanishing in the bathroom for half an hour, only to get back into bed to sleep. While he was dreaming the strangest stuff his body made some sort of transformation. It was not beautiful in any way. He started sweating some kind of weird mixture. The doctors described it being the protein shells of the virus, leftovers of the chemicals and all his dead cells. Twice a day, one of the medical students came into the room, looking at the statistics of the machine that was placed there as well as injecting some kind of power-up into his blood to keep him going. Apart from that the rooms stayed empty. Hersilia was there to overlook his state. M.Grey had a peek in here and there as did Marshall and Digitarry, Andy. Everyone took a peek here and there, kept watching his slow but sure decline in life power.At the very end of the fifth day, he suddenly jumped up. He wanted to reach for his daggers, his firearm but they were not where he had them usually. In some sort of panic he ran around until finally being pressured to the ground by security. He then lay there, whimping in pain, his consciousness slowly drifted into the void until his heart stopped beating together with his last breath.
Niatra flew around in the void, revisiting sites and happenings of his past, seeing faces of old and of new. Feeling the pain again, the agony, but also every positive feeling that had passed.
Suddenly the coloures changed around him. He was not in a void anymore, but at the place he was trained at. The barracks of the military academy on Topaz was buzy as the new outsiders flooded in. They chose their bed, filled their locker with equipment and then grouped up outside. The serfs got them into position and Niatra had a short speech about their new place, their honour, their duty.
Faheer looked at him from the side, giving him -the look- and therefore he ended the speech to join their arranged meal on the hill with the tree.
The medics were at the site, doing everything that could. His heart had completely stopped and for now all measures to revive it had failed.
The picture changed. He was now in the cockpit of his courier, fighting alongside clippers and cutters against some uprising.
He got orders to stay near the lead clipper and take out small fighters as well as focus fire whenever needed. It was a blast. Seeing the enemies of the Empire fall gave him a rush.
All of a sudden the battlefield broke though. It turned on the imperial forces as the AA guns on the ground opened fire on them. The lead clipper got blown to pieces and Niatra's courier made its way to the surface after one engine was pulverised.
"We got something!" One of the medics has managed to start the heartbeat again. Slowly but surely the blood circulated again but the breathing has yet to happen. Oxygen was being directly injected into his body whilst he still lay there, unable to move or observe.
Niatra gasped. Weird machinery was injected into his body, some sort of exo-skelleton. He was not able to move just to watch. Faheer stood in front of him, watching the pain whenever a new anchor found its way to his bone through his skin and flesh. She said something about this being removed afterwards, her happy to see him here and eager to see what he will be able to do. A person in the shadow said something about Niatra's condition being unstable and a chance of the link not being unlimited. Faheer's face flashed red and she burned the figure in the shadows alive.
Niatra opened his eyes. He was lying in his bed, machinery coming out of his arm. Gazing out of a corner sat Hersilia, in tears, M.Grey beside her, calming her.
"You just died! You died again! You promised to never do this to me any time in the future again!" Her gaze spread agony into the room. Her words reached Niatra's ears and were like a cold water that has been poured into his face. "I am sorry. I really am."
Her arms flung around him, pressing the air out of him.