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Time of Arrival

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a part of Time of Arrival, by Lovebird.

Space, the final— Well, actually, there is a frontier beyond space. It's called the multiverse.

Lovebird holds sovereignty over Space, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Space, the final— Well, actually, there is a frontier beyond space. It's called the multiverse.

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Space is a part of Time of Arrival.

2 Places in Space:

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PARAGON [5] "QUARANTINE NOW IN EFF-EFF-FF%#2*&... Never mind."
Harold Carter [4] "Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around?"
Yori [1] "Is there a problem?"

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Upon leaving the living quarters assigned to him, Corbyn heard the click of the door lock behind him as it automatically triggered. He glanced around wondering what he was doin- Oh that's right. The elevators were off on the other side of the corridor, so that was his first destination to reach before anything else started to happen. He began to take his first step, but before it even reached the floor a senseless amount of shouting came from his left. He stopped in his tracks and glanced over in the particular direction. Several people were running for what seemed their lives, but Corbyn saw no reason for them to be in such a hurry. They couldn't possibly want a cup of coffee right now more than he did; so what were they running for? A middle-aged man bumped into him slightly, but merely displaced Corbyn and kept on running. Clearly, this was not going to stand as something that a bystander can commit without, in the least, an apology. Corbyn turned to face the man who continued to run in the opposite direction of whatever they were running from. He stared him down for a moment before giving up on saying anything.

Ah, fuck it.

He walked in the same direction as the running innocents, which was by the elevators. Corbyn had this slight slouch to his walk, maybe it was just more relaxed and laidback. This, not at all, went with the situation present down the hall. Whatever those people were running from was clearly a big deal, but it wasn't for Corbyn. He just wanted to get to the elevator in the most relaxin-

"What are you doing!?"

A man's voice rang out from in front of him. The same middle-aged man had turned around, staring at Corbyn like a wild animal. Was this guy crazy or something? What the hell was his problem? Before Corbyn could even comprehend what in the world this guy was talking about, his questions were answered. A fearful scream came from the group in front of Corbyn from a woman. He turned around calmly, but his ended up being a mistake on his part. I guess things don't always go your way. Upon spinning around, he was struck backwards by some kind of psychotic, cannibal, guy, thing. Corbyn fell on his rear-end so quickly he had no idea what had just hit him. The creature came charging, but Corbyn was ready this time. His boot came flying up to the jawline of the thing knocking it off balance and tumbling backwards. Corbyn stood up and shouted at it:

"I'm gettin' real tired of this rude shit! Y'know, it's okay once, but you're crossing a line that just got- UGH! What's wrong with your face!?"

He noticed the man-thing's deformed, grisly, face. It's teeth looked way too jagged to be normal, and there was something clearly wrong with this guy's attitude. His clothes were torn, his hair unkempt, and Corbyn thought he smelt a little. Not to mention he was basically foaming/drooling for some god awful reason.

"You know what.. You can keep your nastiness to yourself."

Corbyn turned around walking towards the elevator once again. The middle-aged man shouted at him to gain some ground on the damned thing, but Corbyn ignored his suggestion. He was really tired of everyone's nonsense. He just wanted to move on in his life. For what reason could this guy possibly want Corbyn to get away from the weird-looking guy? Maybe it was because that same thing had already gotten up and was charging at Corbyn again. Corbyn was more than prepared, he had meticulously calculated a plan to get this guy back for his insolence, and now was the time to execute it! A perfect plan! He whipped around just as the thing had reached him. He uppercutted him with such a force to break his top row of teeth and sending him reeling backwards onto his back. Yeah, that taught him.

He stared at him for a moment before deciding it had learned it's lesson. After all, it was dead. Corbyn was not aware of this at all, nor did he know that he could kill someone this way; probably just this one time out of luck. To him, this was just a plain knock-out. Also a large amount of dental bills. The group by the elevator stared at him as if he just did the most incredible thing they had ever seen. Corbyn didn't even give them a chance to say anything to him before he was in the elevator and already headed upward to the floor containing his favorite coffee shop.



(Ignore the location, it is not in space. Well, it is, but you know what I mean.)


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[CMDSYS ALERT
[CRITICAL DAMAGE SUSTAINED
[SECTION 8 - OFFLINE
[SECTION 15 - OFFLINE
[SECTION 17 - CRITICAL
[SERVER 4 - CRITICAL DAMAGE, FORCE DATAWIPE
[SYTEM INTEGRITY COMPROMISED
[ALERT
[BIOCONTAMINANTS DETECTED
[URGENT RE-PRIORITIZE
[QUARANTINE NOW IN EFFECT
[MAXIMUM FORCE AUTHORIZED

The attack had been sudden; I had waved off the little pocket of invisibility as a simple ion storm, but I should have known; electronic countermeasures, blocking the exterior scanners. I didn't know of the missile until it hit.

Yet, there was a curious lack of a warhead. An explosive one, at any rate, though atmospheric sensors were going crazy with some sort of unknown reading. Again, however, it was a simple handwave on my behalf, when I should have sterilized the entirety of the breached section as soon as all had settled. But I ha been foolish; I had given it time to enter the ventilation. And now it was spreading.

Infection. A biocontaminant never before seen, possibly a late-stage evolution of the nearly-extinct disease commonly known as "rabies." And from what I saw of the camera feeds, this new contaminant caused great, unrelenting violence; transmission vector unknown, presumed to be blood. Lockdown was almost immediate, but it was too late. It was already spreading, and it was spreading too fast to purge. I had no choice but to inform the command personnel, yet the station administrator and his aides were nowhere to be found. So, the next logical stage was launched: informing CentCom. Their response was quick and simple:

"Quarantine the station; let nothing leave it."

A simple enough directive, and one which I had seen little motivation in contesting. Of course, that point of view quickly reversed as soon as the power situation became apparent to me:

Critical connections had been severed and one of the main solar arrays was disabled. Slowly yet surely, I was losing power.

I am dying.

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In the absolute silence of space, the sudden synthetic voice of Paragon blaring on the suit radio caused Hal to flinch and nearly lose control. Thankfully, the electromagnets were easily strong enough to hold the suit against the station, or else he'd be floating out into the infinite blackness. Those suit designers thought of everything.

“Jesus man, you startled me!” Hal blurted as he stopped all motion to get his bearings. “I was actually about to try to contact you through an exterior terminal. I didn’t know you could directly contact the suits, man.”

Once he was good to go, he continued moving the suit to the nearest terminal. The terminal would be able to provide exterior routes all across the station. “I’m not a fan of the word “complying”, but I do love helping. In order for me to help, I need to know what’s going on, dude.

Hal reached the terminal and hooked the suit up to it so he could download whatever information Paragon would send him. “This all started after that impact, right? What exactly hit us?” Hal asked, “‘Cause if I can remove the source, that would go a long way to helping the station, I think.”

And helping... Oh hell, I hope mom's alright...

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“Solar Array #7, eh? I’ve never actually used the repair kits before, so I’ll need some instruction on that once I get there.” Hal activated a few keys on the exo-suit computer access in order to send commands to the exterior terminal. When he finished, the terminal automatically equipped the dual forks with multi-joint claws, plus a repair kit on the right arm. On the left arm, a more flexible arm that could reach where the forks couldn’t was installed. The combined added systems would easily drain another half hour to forty-five minutes of battery life, giving him a total of about six hours.

It would be enough time to do a lap around the entire station and do the repair job at least. Between Paragon’s instruction and Hal’s experience with the exo-suit functions beyond repair skill, he was confident he’d be able to get some good work done. Hal disengaged from the terminal, turned around, and began rolling quickly along the flat road of the exterior. He was moving at a safe speed.

“Alright, I’m on my way to Solar Array 7. You got a specific diagnosis on what the proble-“

As the exo-suit rolled out in the absolute silence of outer space, Hal’s naked eye spotted a distant object beyond the sensors and holographic lights of the heads-up display. Hal had to turn off the HUD itself in order to get a better look at the object, as the HUD sensors were filled with static when directed towards the object. The object itself looked like… a star ship. Hal wasn’t familiar with star ships, so any of them would look alien in his eyes. This one was more unusual in that it was completely alone, and appeared to be hanging around. It neither approached nor retreated.

“What the hell…?” Hal wondered aloud as the suit swiftly sped down the station exterior road.

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It was.. difficult to watch. Difficult to hear. Screens that lit up the small space displayed ever-changing camera feed, from areas of calm to areas of chaos. They were all the same, though. All covered in the same crimson that seemed to follow everywhere; and where it wasn't, where there was resistance, made Yori's soul ache even more.

Innocents didn't deserve such a death. They didn't deserve to be put through such a cruel punishment for something they did wrong unknowingly. And even if they had known, this was beyond the reaction he expected of his people. It was cruel. The screams of contaminants and those might still had a chance but forever scared almost made him want to finish off the whole place now, let all their suffering be over with. he would've, he wanted to, but..

The video feed was cut, and the screens moved up and out of the way of a crystal clear window. A beautiful view of the Aibell took up almost 2/3's of the aperture. While Yori sat up, wondering why he was staring at space now, a hologram on the glass of a tall human male with shaggy crimson hair and eyes developed. From the feet up, standing as if he was leaning against the Aibell, Asher smiled to his friend. "Hey! You know, things are going pretty rough down there, yeah. Didn't go as we had hoped it would, right? I'd be upset too, but look! Good news! I've just received a message from Keoki! How cool is that?" The computerized voice sounded so cheery, as if attempting to make his friend feel better. Unfortunately, Yori remained unfazed. "How long ago was it recorded?" He responded, siting back with his elbow on the arm rest, cheek resting in the palm of his hand.

"Uhm, t-that, that's a good question." It stuttered, loosing the smile. "Very good question. It was sent in about.. Uhh.. About half an hour ago." Asher gave a short chuckle and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, it's been pretty hard trying to communicate with the darn thing, but hey, that's something right?" After a few moments, rose eyes looked away from the hologram and rested on the Aibell.

"Play it."




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For a moment there, Beth thought the silence was just getting to her. Maybe she was just hopping for someone that would make her feel purposeful because she had rescued their family member from becoming dinner. Or.. well, from dinner being finished. The silence of the hall started bugging at her again, but she knew it probably wasn't going to stay like that for long.

Click, swoosh. A door opened. Finally, a response. Beth turned her head to greet whoever it was—

Oh.
A little girl.
This wasn't good.

Dark eyes blinked "Uh.. Yeah, I guess.." Beth responded, eyeing the stun gun with distaste. God, this kid better not be alone. She dreaded the thought of taking care of it. "Are you... Uh, where are your parents?" Beth took a few steps toward her, but still kept a reasonable distance. She tilted her head a bit to see if there was anyone else inside the apartment before giving a sigh.

At the kid's second inquiry, Beth gave her an odd look. Okay, who the hell lets their kids watch those kinds of movies? I didn't seen my first horror movie until.. well, actually, I've never really watched many movies. Nevermind. She turned back to glance at the victim once again, studied him for a few moments, then turned back to the girl with a tilted head. "He's not coming back. The others finished him down to the bone. Even if he did, he wouldn't be that strong."

".. Hey, listen, you should uh, probably find your parents. They might be worried about you or... something. I gotta go and find my own dad now." Beth tried to give a goodbye without sounding as if she was abandoning the girl. From per perspective, it sounded pretty okay. She wasn't abandoning the girl; she had a stun gun, she'd probably be fine. She could hide in her apartment again and wait for her parents. That's not what Beth would've done, but she expected as much from the girl.

".. Ah, wait, before I go, do you have anything to eat in there?"

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I watched with mild curiosity through some exterior cameras while the human attached the required modules to his exosuit, and then began traveling down the exterior hull of the station.

However, another distraction soon arose.

A single external scanner had flared up, declaring a proximity alert; moving my consciousness to the nearest camera, I noted that there was, indeed, a minor concern: a ship of unknown design, in close orbit around the station; it was somehow reflecting my stronger scanners, and it was only noticeable via the visible spectrum. All other spectrums simply produced an irritating haze.

This concerned me vastly, if concern was a word that could be attributed to myself; I am a vast electronic consciousness, not a frail human brain. However, that did enslave me to the whims of my superiors, and in this case, one of those whims was ensuring quarantine was maintained. This craft, whoever it belonged to, was in breach of that.

The question remained, though, did I care? And more importantly, did I wish to spare the energy required to rectify that giant, floating issue?

For now, it was a concern, but not a grave one. I had other issues pending.

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Emilie's hopes seemed to turn to dread with each word the girl with the sword spoke. She didn't want to be alone at a time like this. If those things could take out adults then what chance did a little girl hope to have to survive. As the woman turned to walk away Emilie could feel tears forming in her eyes. She was being abandoned. What kind of person would leave a child alone to monsters? Is this what people did in times like these. Was this that example of survival of the fittest? No. Not everyone was like that. The man tried to save her. How did the woman think Emilie was going to find her parents? The man had a hard time getting one of the monsters off of him. Let alone anymore. The girl wouldn't stand a chance. She'd be dead within the hour-no-within the next ten minutes if she tried going to find her parents. And what if they came back? There were too many paths to take.

".. Ah, wait, before I go, do you have anything to eat in there?" Emilie looked up at hearing the woman's question. Then Emilie nodded her head.

"We have plenty to eat. My parents were actually planning on being gone for a while so they left a good amount of food just for me. And there is more food that can be cooked as well." Emilie grabbed the woman's wrist and quickly led her inside. She made sure the door was locked before showing the swordsman the kitchen. "I guess since we're in a emergency you can take whatever you want." Emilie thought about what would happen if the woman left. She thought about the banging on the door and how scared she was. Just waiting for the inevitable. "B-but if you eat, you have to take me with you! I can't wait here. It's just too much knowing that people are dying and that those monsters may eventually break down that door. I want you to at least take me to the station that can transport me to the sector where my parents are. I'll also give you my gun as payment as well!"

Emilie started with just an idea but then it turned to pleading. As she went on tears rolled down her eyes. Emilie just wanted to be with someone. She felt like the woman was strict but if she agreed to let Emilie tag along the little girl would try her hardest not to slow her down.

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Hal kept an eye on the strange vessel as the exo-suit silently glided down the exterior. Soon, however, Solar Array #7 poked over the short horizon of the circular station exterior. As he neared, a humongous form the size of a building seemed to approach from beyond the array. It reminded Hal of the bulbous algae he had seen in the synthetic aquariums, with their rolled-over thin film appearance. Only the looming “algae” appeared to be a deep indigo.

Hal forgot the term for it, but he knew how goddamn dangerous it was. He lowered both arms and had both claws grip at a railing. He began to sweat as the purple event closed the distance with obscene speed.

Hal managed to power down the entire suit just in time for the event to wash over him. Through the metal of the suit, Hal felt a tingling sensation- focused primarily around his synthetic vocal organs. He coughed as the irritation got worse with time. In lieu of the electromagnetic ball-wheels, the claws kept the exo-suit planted against the station exterior.

“Oh my god, this sucks,” Hal blathered as the light static continued to irritate him. He had experienced this before during normal work, and it sucked equally as much then. Normally, the passing ion clouds only made a person’s hair stand on-end, but Hal’s synthetic lungs and vocal organs burned with the mosquito nips of static.

Eventually, the event passed. By that time, Hal felt his entire body shivering. The first time it happened, he had two co-workers sandwich their own suits against his own to prevent the suit from drifting too far from the exterior for the ball-wheels to pull him back. Hal booted up the exo-suit and turned up the opacity of the heads-up display. His oxygen supply depleted rapidly from his coughing fits and deep breaths to regain his senses, but he knew his supply would easily outlast the power charge of the suit itself. Thankfully, the suit batteries were designed with shielding to prevent damage from those events when the suit was inactive.

Hal gripped at the controls. Though his grip felt weak, he was able to make the claws let go so he could continue onward. Within the next minute, he had reached the solar array. Hal examined the array for signs of damage that would be obvious to an amateur like him. He then switched on the radio. “Yo Paragon, I’m at the array. What exactly am I looking to fix here?”