Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Feb 27, 2013 21:37:18 GMT 1
Chapter 1: Rebirth.
The voice is slipping away now.
“Releasing control….” It says. Names come to my mind. [Harbinger. Reaper. Prothean.]
I open my eyes as it seems the world has gone mad. I see an entire world in flames, a sight that does not seem to shock me as much as I should. I wonder why. Rains falls down as it makes the ground all muddy and cold. Despite the cold I do not shiver. A loud sound makes me look up.
I look up as a large metallic figure in shape of a strange hand makes this sound as red beams of death come from its eye. [Reaper], the name comes to my mind. [Dangerous, enemy.]
I hear the sound of crying behind me, I turn around. Two children I assume from their small stature. Pale pink skinned things, clutching to each other in fear. Five fingers, two eyes, two arms, two legs. [Humans]. I no longer believe my mind is responsible for this, someone is telling me these things. I shake my head as I try to get the confusion out. I notice I hold a weapon in my hands. [Rifle, weapon.] A image flashes before my eyes. I see myself holding the trigger and aim at a creature of some kind.
The children scream as something leaps towards us. It is a human like them, but covered in metal , grey skin and devoid of all life. The cries of a mad man is thrown at me as the creature seeks my end, and perhaps the children to. [Husk, Reaper], my benefactor tells me along with an instruction. [Revenge.] I stand in between the children and the Husk and pull the trigger on my weapon. The jolts shake my body and most of my shots miss, but I don’t care. A feeling inside me screams of joy as the Husk falls down dead. Is this it? Is this Revenge? It feels good, it feels so good and I crave for more.
I look back to the children who have intensified their crying. Maybe I should give them my weapon so they can take revenge? I extend my hand to them but stop when I see I don’t share their pink skin. I am gray and I have three large fingers. My eye turns me to a puddle of water next to me, and I look at it. The puddle shows me a creature with four eyes and a large, tapering head.
[Collector, freed] my benefactor tells me.
One of the children is shouting at me in its language, but I do not understand. I reach out but they flinch away in fear. I am protecting them, why are they afraid of me? Is it because how I look? I will try to speak to them.
“I am Collector, I am your friend.” I say to them. They look confused, but still much afraid. Do they understand me?
More shouts come from behind me. I turn around and see more Husks running my way.
I aim my weapon at them and fire as the children scream. Revenge feels good. As the last one falls dead, a moment of happiness, ever so briefly, embraces me.
[Run. To many] My benefactor says. The children, I ask.
[Leave, to slow.]
I look back and see the little humans. I cannot leave them. It feels wrong, they do not have a weapon for revenge. I sling my weapon around me and grab both of them and run. The larger one bangs on my carapace with its small fists. Do they wish to stay? To take revenge?
I look up as I see a group of humans with weapons run to me. One of them wears a strange armour with a strange symbol. [The Shepard.]
The Shepard aims its gun at me and shouts. They must want their children. I drop to one knee and let the children run to them. The Shepard looks confused as her two larger humans pick up the children. It asks me something, but I do not know what. The Reaper in the distance makes that sound again as the Shepard shifts its attention to it. It shouts at the other humans before they run off.
[Follow.]
I follow the Shepard and its tribe as we run to a strange large white box with blue flames coming out. Inside there is a not-human with a strange eye aiming its gun at me. [Turian].
The Shepard shouts as it picks the children and puts them in the white box. The Turian looks at the Shepard strangely and then at me, and then back to it.
[Get in the ship, you will have more revenge later.] I get inside the white box my benefactor calls a ship. It seals itself behind me and I feel the ship moving. The humans and the turian stare at me and give me the same look the children had with the Husks.
“I am Collector.” I say to them.” I am your friend.”
The others look away and care over the children as the Shepard comes over. It takes off its head which shows another head with red hair. It says things I do not understand. Is it saying I did good?
[Yes, Collector. She does.] my benefactor says.[ You are one of the first that is freed from the Reapers, one of the many that will also take their revenge.]
I ask my benefactor if he also likes taking revenge.
[Yes, you are the instrument of that.]
A old voice goes through my head, Harbinger. “Assuming Control...”
No…NO NO NO NO NO! I do not want to be under control, I do not want to be a instrument again! I want revenge, me and no-one else! My benefactor laughs.
[Good Collector, you are not like the other Reaper creatures we’ve freed so far. You are the rebirth of a race demanding for revenge for many, many years. The time of the Collectors is over…the time of Protheans has come again.]
I ask what a Prothean is, but I do not receive a reply. I sit down as the humans and turian look at me. They fear me yet hate me at the same time.
What did I do wrong? I’m Collector, I’m their friend.
The voice is slipping away now.
“Releasing control….” It says. Names come to my mind. [Harbinger. Reaper. Prothean.]
I open my eyes as it seems the world has gone mad. I see an entire world in flames, a sight that does not seem to shock me as much as I should. I wonder why. Rains falls down as it makes the ground all muddy and cold. Despite the cold I do not shiver. A loud sound makes me look up.
I look up as a large metallic figure in shape of a strange hand makes this sound as red beams of death come from its eye. [Reaper], the name comes to my mind. [Dangerous, enemy.]
I hear the sound of crying behind me, I turn around. Two children I assume from their small stature. Pale pink skinned things, clutching to each other in fear. Five fingers, two eyes, two arms, two legs. [Humans]. I no longer believe my mind is responsible for this, someone is telling me these things. I shake my head as I try to get the confusion out. I notice I hold a weapon in my hands. [Rifle, weapon.] A image flashes before my eyes. I see myself holding the trigger and aim at a creature of some kind.
The children scream as something leaps towards us. It is a human like them, but covered in metal , grey skin and devoid of all life. The cries of a mad man is thrown at me as the creature seeks my end, and perhaps the children to. [Husk, Reaper], my benefactor tells me along with an instruction. [Revenge.] I stand in between the children and the Husk and pull the trigger on my weapon. The jolts shake my body and most of my shots miss, but I don’t care. A feeling inside me screams of joy as the Husk falls down dead. Is this it? Is this Revenge? It feels good, it feels so good and I crave for more.
I look back to the children who have intensified their crying. Maybe I should give them my weapon so they can take revenge? I extend my hand to them but stop when I see I don’t share their pink skin. I am gray and I have three large fingers. My eye turns me to a puddle of water next to me, and I look at it. The puddle shows me a creature with four eyes and a large, tapering head.
[Collector, freed] my benefactor tells me.
One of the children is shouting at me in its language, but I do not understand. I reach out but they flinch away in fear. I am protecting them, why are they afraid of me? Is it because how I look? I will try to speak to them.
“I am Collector, I am your friend.” I say to them. They look confused, but still much afraid. Do they understand me?
More shouts come from behind me. I turn around and see more Husks running my way.
I aim my weapon at them and fire as the children scream. Revenge feels good. As the last one falls dead, a moment of happiness, ever so briefly, embraces me.
[Run. To many] My benefactor says. The children, I ask.
[Leave, to slow.]
I look back and see the little humans. I cannot leave them. It feels wrong, they do not have a weapon for revenge. I sling my weapon around me and grab both of them and run. The larger one bangs on my carapace with its small fists. Do they wish to stay? To take revenge?
I look up as I see a group of humans with weapons run to me. One of them wears a strange armour with a strange symbol. [The Shepard.]
The Shepard aims its gun at me and shouts. They must want their children. I drop to one knee and let the children run to them. The Shepard looks confused as her two larger humans pick up the children. It asks me something, but I do not know what. The Reaper in the distance makes that sound again as the Shepard shifts its attention to it. It shouts at the other humans before they run off.
[Follow.]
I follow the Shepard and its tribe as we run to a strange large white box with blue flames coming out. Inside there is a not-human with a strange eye aiming its gun at me. [Turian].
The Shepard shouts as it picks the children and puts them in the white box. The Turian looks at the Shepard strangely and then at me, and then back to it.
[Get in the ship, you will have more revenge later.] I get inside the white box my benefactor calls a ship. It seals itself behind me and I feel the ship moving. The humans and the turian stare at me and give me the same look the children had with the Husks.
“I am Collector.” I say to them.” I am your friend.”
The others look away and care over the children as the Shepard comes over. It takes off its head which shows another head with red hair. It says things I do not understand. Is it saying I did good?
[Yes, Collector. She does.] my benefactor says.[ You are one of the first that is freed from the Reapers, one of the many that will also take their revenge.]
I ask my benefactor if he also likes taking revenge.
[Yes, you are the instrument of that.]
A old voice goes through my head, Harbinger. “Assuming Control...”
No…NO NO NO NO NO! I do not want to be under control, I do not want to be a instrument again! I want revenge, me and no-one else! My benefactor laughs.
[Good Collector, you are not like the other Reaper creatures we’ve freed so far. You are the rebirth of a race demanding for revenge for many, many years. The time of the Collectors is over…the time of Protheans has come again.]
I ask what a Prothean is, but I do not receive a reply. I sit down as the humans and turian look at me. They fear me yet hate me at the same time.
What did I do wrong? I’m Collector, I’m their friend.