Phasma-Terra

Phasma-Terra

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Your in the sector 87-99m22 and you wake up from Cryo. You look get your barrings and walk around for a second with some other people you might know or not know. Your then instructed to head to the loading deck. The inter com shouts "We are now approc-" The lights shut ff and panic ensues.You wake up remembering the ship you look around it is still kind of dark. You feel your way towards a little sliver of light shining. You push open the door. You look around your surroundings. Shocked by what you see you don't turn back to see if any one is alright or needs help you wander of on the majestic planet. you find some water and look into you see yourself and what you look like. You then remember who you are but can't do any thing about it. (insert character skeleton.) WELCOME TO GHOST PLANET!

Now this doesn't apply to every one but its a good way to start of the story. You can go and check out the nearest city or wander off and find something NEW! It's totally up to you.

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A man had just opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. He felt aching and unexplained throbbing pain in his head and extreme thirst. "Ugh...". Still in cloudy state, he realized that he's sitting somewhere, holding something cold, and hard, probably metals.
..where is this? . as he more and more gained his consciousness, he felt his heart beat faster that realization struck. He couldn't even think he could move his body properly. probably I'm dying already... but to his own surprise, there's nothing wrong with that. Felt weak, ache, pain, and extreme fatigue, but he could move his body just fine. Regardless the pain and unexplained panic, his instinct to survive took over. Maybe some damn hormones or what- had covered it for him. By that, he had already done what his cloudy mind could only think in that state: hitting and punching anything in range. Pain was what he got. Realizing his dumb acts, he then tried to control his anxiety. “…anybody here?”, his husky voice called for any kind of hope.
As he stood, something fell from around his lap and made a soft clank. sound. Then he felt cold wind from left upper side direction.
Circulation…must be….
He wandered his hands in every direction; tried to grab anything in his range; tried to figure out anything. His movements were indeed restricted by whatever it was surrounded him and as he moved, he felt he bumped into something but he didn’t care. He focused on what was on the upper left direction. There must be a kind of hole even if it’s too small.
Knock. Knock.
Glass? No-.
Knock. knock
Probably.
He tried to hit it with whatever metals he was holding when he realized that it was actually guns.
How could I have this? .
Then he swept his hands slowly across the surface, one that he presumed glass. Up, left. Right. Just within his range.
Hard. Cold……dense, nah. . He hit it. “ouch!!”
Metals. Irons probably.. So, he’s indeed in a - some kind of small room, small space, or whatever that surrounded by some kind of glass and metals.
He shot in the directions of that cold air came from.

Crank—cress
Great. .
He felt sharps tiny objects falling over so he spontaneously covered his head avoiding it.
That’s-.
-and nothing.
Still dark.
At least I could breathe more, . that’s how he thought as he felt the air flowing in. … not a brilliant move then, it’s damn cold.. He sighed and kept peeking on that newly opened hole. But it WAS dark.
Trying to remember, but nothing came. Wait- small- metals, glass… glass that broke pieces in an instance- safety protocols for-
As he was thinking, he was interrupted- some big flash was in sight, with giant crashed sound and trembling –vibrating earthquake-like followed. It was only for about 2 seconds but he swore he saw it. Still cloudy but now more conscious, he tried to locate and put things out, his fuzzy brain in fast-logic-response could only thing: crash.
Another crash. Then it was dark again. sky-. He assumed where he was. Small ship. Escape pod maybe, yes… He just wished he could remember more, somehow, it was like he was almost remember something, and it was rather annoying.
Where is this? Just save it for 'tomorrow' when there’s light.
If there was any.

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The warning lights flashing. He could see the ship burning up. This assault ship burning. The window be came blackened with dirt and ash. He thought he was going to die. The last thing he sees is his friend being impaled by the steering column. Too bad he won't remember.

Corry woke up vision crossed. He saw some lights flickering on and off. He Couldn't remember who he was or what happened except that someone or something was dead in the seat next to him. He started to freak out struggling to get his restraint off. He felt kind of cold on one side and the other... It felt like a warm breeze.

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He had not been able to sleep nor do anything, he just waited and waited for he even couldn’t guess how long, and it was totally torturing to be awake, half conscious, deep in darkness, waiting for hopefully not imaginary false hope. No, it must be. This is probably just night, or something equal to that. Wait…
I think I‘ve just sounded rather dumb. Maybe my brain HAD become more and more DYSFUNCTIONAL.


How could I survive anyway? He touched his head, -an almost dried wound, whatever it was, must been happened more than a day ago.
He tried to imagine things. Too much odds. First, how could I survive if this is a crash? Probably emergency landing then?and if it was, why didn’t I die due to trauma or something? And why had not this thing burnt or something due to the atmosphere, crash or whatever??? Second, the glass, if there was hole already so I felt the breeze, why had not it PRANK!-broke into pieces when whatever thing crushed it in the first time?
Trying hard enough to imagine the situation and the shape the ship he imagined he was at but desperately failed, he gave up. Probably just small vessel with one seat- or two-

If that was true- he tried to touched and swept his hands, figuring the shape he bumped (Actually always bumped by him whenever he moved) in the right of him, -then to my right side is human. He sighed. A corpse specifically.
Considering at the design of the glass that was only instantly broke into pieces if hit from inside, he then concluded that it was indeed high technology. if not emergency, then it was on purpose, but the odd is- The odd was how that advance technology just invented years ago -and probably was the current most advance system involved- was something he used. He couldn’t even be involved in that!
Where am I ANYWAY??!
-no good.

……………
His tiny logic mind left told him he couldn’t survive. He’d probably die just a matter of time. He could die from dehydration, fluid loss, shock, or whatever worst condition he might at.

¬As he felt more and more hopeless and was surely enough he’d just going crazy, he was fainted again.
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Light. He opened his eyes to see he’s still holding the gun. sky. Ok…In the dark we always presume the worst and couldn’t think straight, probably it won’t be that bad. Look what I got here… To the right he could see a brown haired man death body; parts of his body crush and pressed by the stone and things scattered there. The vessel was indeed small, but not as small as he thought. Two seat side by side for two rows. No place to walk in between just enough for you to sit or stand. It appeared the vessel was crashed upon big stone on the right wing. And a big wood –tree- came in crashed through the right glass window, which apparently had broken. Although most possibly it was on automatic mode, he was in fact in the control seat. And luckily, the vessel crashed on his opposite wing, so that the position was oblique and advantaging him, made him get least damage. The machine stopped, computers dead…
In the back seat , one black-haired man also died with a bullet mark on his head. Both of them also got weapons on them. The bullet mark was rather irritating but he could care less. He then checked himself. He tried to get any id to recognize himself but he failed. He just found a piece of wrinkled paper (which oddly not lost during whatever chaos before) in his shirt pocket with an odd shape. What symbol is this? Y? He checked the black hair man but to no avail. He found communicator instead. No use. Out of electricity- but he decided to keep it, putting it into his pocket (of his pants). Checking his pocket of his pants, he found small knife which its holder made of silver. As he looked carefully, he found small fonts embossed on its surface, “a z u r e “.
Looking at the only door that was blocked, he decided to jump through the left wing glass window. Just get out from here first. He folded his shirt and began to hop. Must find any living person. The big crash. Then something drew his attention. A small odd ‘Y’ shape and a much bigger-complex something that looked like heart (the true heart that beats makes you alive, not that cute heart related to silly things like love) was then revealed in his left arm as he folded his shirt. Both were tainted in black and looked like tattoo.

First, he would find water. Water means life. If that was indeed escape pod or emergency land -whatever you name it-, then there should be water source near there.

Then whatever will be, will be… odd. Odd. Just odd. But nothing will change by keep asking.
It’s already not make any sense at all anyway.
So, just move on.
And this ‘Y’, it’s just there to be answered.


He chuckled to himself. If he could survive before, and had not given up in that like-forever- damn –cold- crazy -torturing night, then now was just too much to give up.
He’s determined to get to the crash site. -Alive.

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#, as written by letswin
Character Portrait: letswin letswin says,
 “ whoahhhh where is this place? ”

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#, as written by letswin
Character Portrait: letswin letswin says,
 “ umm hello anyone there? ”

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#, as written by letswin
Character Portrait: letswin letswin says,
 “ ummm help ”

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