**Mis2ion: Project_Hades

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**Mis2ion: Project_Hades

Post by Luke » 22 Dec 2019, 05:53

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"I don't know how to go on without you..."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"You'll manage. You always have."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"I don't care about the mission anymore, Merreth."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"...You told me once, a long time ago, that all this... this fighting, this
chaos, this struggle, this pain, this loss... that's it's bigger than any one person, and that
everyone has to sacrifice something if they want to see real change in the 'verse."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"...I didn't know what you would mean to me when I said that."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"I didn't know what you would mean to me either, but I believed you. I fought
for this. I gave everything for that belief, and there are so many people that we were able to help..
. so many people whose lives we changed... We gave them Hope. Don't lose yours now... Finish the
mission, Syhiver."'


[Updating Mis2ion Log...]

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '[Set%lement -- Arz'Ko4a / Location -- Icerian Embassy] Syhiver slowly descended
the blood-slicked steps from the upper chambers of the embassy, his eyes strafing over the
destruction he had carved until the massacre lead to his own feet and his eyes crawled over his
stained boots, eventually finding their way to his hands that were held before his body. His
cybernetic right arm trembled and he flexed the fingers experimentally. "..." His stomach was
turning. His whole being felt alien and wrong. His heart was beating fast... pumping as if he would
collapse. "Sir, your vitals are... erratic." In the air above him, the small, cube-shaped droid
known as Ghost, lamented. "...I'm... Fi--" Syhiver suddenly doubled over, a green, frothed liquid
erupting from his lips and splattering over the floor and his boots.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"You should be careful, sir. The warp chems you're taking are quite toxic."
Ghost fluttered away towards the window, his acid-green optic scanning the life forms beyond the
reach of the building. "Chems? I don't use---" The android spun in mid-circuit, its optic flashing
red. "We have hostiles, sir. Are you ready to make your way to the extraction point?" Syhiver wiped
his lip and stood up, summoning his remaining strength.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"How many?"'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Over a dozen. Heavily armed. Compass blades. Frost boards. FRZN armor."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"That doesn't... make sense, Ghost."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"We must hurry if we're to escape alive."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Syhiver pulled at the strap of his crossbow and... He stopped... A rifle came
into his hands, not his crossbow. An energy rifle? Quickly he pushed back his jacket, his fingers
dancing along his belt and retrieved a magazine. He held it for a moment outstretched. His eyes
moved in and out of focus at the cartridge. "...We don't... Use... This... We don't kill unless it's
necess--" Syhiver's head turned suddenly up. He slammed the mag into the rifle. Took aim. Focusing
Ghost in his sights. He pulled the trigger and----'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '01010010 01100101 01110011 01100101 01110100 00100000 01110011 01101001 01101101 01110101 01101100 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00111011 00100000 01010000 01110010 01101111 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 00100000 01101000 01100001 01100100 01100101 01110011 00101100 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 00110011 00101110 00110101 00101110 00110001'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '[Setllement -- Arz'Kora / Location -- Olympon Kol] Syhiver slowly descended the
blood-slicked steps, his eyes strafing over the destruction of the casino and gambling hall with a
quiet certainty while unstrapped his energy rifle and bringing it up. "Ghost. How long do we have?"
The small, cube-shaped android fluttered ahead of him and began to scan the outside perimeter. "Not
long, sir. Hostiles are approaching quickly. Are you ready to head to the extraction point?" Syhiver

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Getting out from behind enemy lines was always harder than getting in. This
wasn't going to be clean, or easy, but then again... no matter how well you planned a mission
something always went wrong, right? "Stay with me, Ghost. I don't want to lose you." The small droid
'nodded' in the air. "Of course, sir. I'm with you until the end." The flames left behind by
Syhiver's initial attack had blazed to the second and third floor of the pirate parliament, gaining
the attention of each of the six factions that controlled the plaza. Predictably, they had spent
more time deciding how to proceed than acting, but Syhiver had already relied on their indecision
longer than he was able. He needed to move.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Stepping out of one of the window frames that had been blasted open by his C4
charges, he leapt down into the street with Ghost following faithfully behind, and was immediately set
upon by gun fire. He ran, fleeing towards the neon-lit awnings of one of the plaza's brothels with
blaster shots exploding against the pavement behind him. A burled Saiyan guarded the door, and
hastily raised his arm to clothesline the Kanassian as he leaped up the steps. Syhiver narrowly
twisted his body, throwing his chin and arching his back backward to duck beneath the haymaker and
skid into the foyer.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Without much hesitation Syhiver tucked the rifle underneath one arm behind him,
pulled the trigger and listened for the Saiyan's spine and meaty guts jettisoning through his front
ribs onto the brothel's porch to confirm the kill without even looking back. He stood and with a
hurried gate to his step began to head deeper inside. A receptionist looked up at him with a
terrified look. "We're just a [REDACTED]" Syhiver's arms raised. He pulled the trigger. The wall
behind her slapped with guts and she fell. He was sweating. His heart was racing. He felt like he
was going to throw up.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'But he kept moving. He had to keep moving.'

[CHAT] Syhiver increased his pace. He was running now. Running through the hallways. His head turned inward towards the doors that were open and saw... chairs? Chairs facing mirrors? Combs and clippers and wash-sinks for hair underneath bright lights. People were scrambling towards the windows,
opening them to escape. Their faces were... pixelated? Scrambled. He couldn't make them out. He was
panicking. His body was on fire. He felt nauseous... sick to his core... But he had to keep running.
He continued down a hallway, his foot coming up and throwing the door ahead of him off its hinges as
he arrived in a back alley and... daylight..? It was daylight?

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Ghost... What's the time?"'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"0800 hours, sir."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"What's the date?!"'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"1st sol, sir."'

[CHAT] Syhiver spun, raised the rifle towards the android and fired---

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '01001111 01110110 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101001 01100100 01101001
01101110 01100111 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01110100 01101111 01100011 01101111 01101100 01110011 00101110 00100000 01010010 01100101 01110011 01100101 01110100 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 00100000 01001000 01100001 01100100 01100101 01110011 00101110 00100000 01000100 01100001 01111001 01101100 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100001 01100100 01101010 01110101 01110011 01110100 01101101 01100101 01101110 01110100 00101110 00100000 01000011 01101111 01101101 01110000 01100101 01101110 01110011 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01101001 01101110 01100011 01110010 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110000 0110000101110010 01100001 01101110 01101111 01101001 01100001 00101110'

[CHAT] Syhiver increased his pace. He was running now, the rifle in his arms swinging from side to
side with his arms, his head turning inward to the open doors as he passed by them. They were darkly
lit, personal rooms. Half-naked Hydian women cowered from his approaching footsteps while their
'lovers' fumbled for their clothes. Passing one room he saw what appeared to be a child with a man
bent over her. Without hesitation he raised the rifle, fired, and painted the wall with his brains,
then kept running towards the door at the end of the brothel. He extended his foot, blowing it off
its hinges and arriving in a moonlit street. There was a fire escape leading down... a fire escape...
Syhiver tried to look back through the hallway he had just come from. Hadn't he been on the ground

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Hurry, sir! There's more coming!" He began to trek down the bars with Ghost
following quickly behind.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'As soon as Syhiver's boots hit the gravel in the street below a patrol of
corsairs arrived from the end of the alley, as if they had materialized from thin air. The Kanassian
dived behind a compactor as shots began to ring out and drew his rifle close to his chest. The
blasts exploded against his cover, rocking and shaking it as the plasma bolts melted through the
steel. Finally the blasts slowed and a call was made, "Surrender! You're under [REDACTED] by the
[REDACTED]. Throw down you weapon!" Syhiver pushed the cloth of his jacket back, retrieved a kinetic grenade, snapped the pin and hurled it from behind where he was hidden.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'He heard the grenade bounce, the [REDACTED] cry out it alarm, and then an
explosion. Flames and fire---'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '01100011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01100101 01100011 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110011 01110100 01101001 01101101 01110101 01101100 01101001'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'He heard the grenade bounce, the [REDACTED] cried out in alarm, and then an
explosion of kinetic force blasted outward like a localized earthquake. Syhiver braced himself for
the force of the blast and when it passed he stood and began to run, glancing back for just a half-
second to see smoldering bodies and molten cinders.'

[CHAT] Syhiver reached the end of the alley, turning right and left between teh sandstone buildings
as his breath increased. He was shaking. He looked down at the rifle in his hands and then suddenly
vomited... foaming green liquid poured from his mouth onto the street in a grisly cascade for
several seconds. "Are you alright, sir?" The Kanassian nodded and wiped his lips. "Which way?" The
android paused and scanned left, then right. "Left, sir." Syhiver nodded, then suddenly raised the
strap of his rifle off his shoulder and hurled the weapon to the ground and began running down the
alley to the right, sprinting not towards safety but away from Ghost--

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '01010000 01110010 01101111 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 00100000 01001000 01100001 01100100 01100101 01110011 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100011 01101111 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101101 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01110011 01101001 01110011 01110100 01100001 01101110 01110100 00101110 00100000 01000001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01100001 01100100 01110110 01100001 01101110 01100011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01110100 01101111 01100011 01101111 01101100 01110011 00101110'

[CHAT] Syhiver reached the end of the alley, turning right and left between the sandstone buildings
as breath came furiously to his chest. The 'right' alley was blocked with a concrete barrier and
behind it he could see the laser-sights of several weapons closing in. He looked towards the left and then began to run in that direction with Ghost close behind. "We're nearly out of the plaza,
sir!" Syhiver swung his rifle behind his back and came to a sliding stop as they reached another
blocked intersection. He pressed himself to the building and peeked out, seeing one of the city's
active night markets.

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Send the rondevouz signal to Oracle."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"We're still several blocks from the city's entrance, sir."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"NOW!"'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Ghost's optic flashed red... then cooled back to its acid-green light. "Mission
parameters... 'altered'... sir."'

[CHAT] Syhiver shot a glance towards the android, his lip curling into a snarl... but he wasn't sure
why. "No killing. No weapons here, do you understand me?" The small, levitating cube's optic seemed
to 'perk' with the white plating upon the top of it's die-shaped frame bending like an eyebrow. "But,
sir, you'll never make it through the market like that, and besides you haven't installed any
weaponry in me..." The android was right. Syhiver hadn't installed weapons in him. He didn't know...
why... but he just... didn't trust Ghost. He was angry... furious? Why was he so furious? The
Kanassian wiped his gloved hand over his face, removing the sweat that had collected on his scales.
"...Sorry, think the mission is..." Syhiver cleared his throat. "Nevermind. Let's go. Stay with me."

[CHAT] Syhiver turned the corner and began to head into the night market. The streets were dimly lit.
Carousels had been spread out across the open courtyard surrounding a central fountain and smugglers were peddling their wares. Many of them were packing their supplies. the gunshots and explosions from the central plaza had spooked them, and the arrival of someone from that direction of the city did nothing to ease their sense of mind. Syhiver pushed through, hoping not to draw attention, but he was a foreigner here... a distinct foreigner. Kanassians were rare in any part of the galaxy, but
even more rare in the fringes. Why hadn't he worn his armor for this mission? His helmet at the very
least? Why hadn't he disguised himself? There were markers on every street corner, even in a lawless
city such as this. None of this felt right.

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Stop!" Syhiver kept moving. Kept pushing. "Stop him!" The crowd began to
disperse, parting around him, and as it opened he began to sprint just as a shot rang out, blasting
the sandstone cobblestone at his feet into smithereens. From the crowd a massive figure approached.
He was [REDACTED] and bore the [REDACTED] emblem of the Sentinels. Clad in FRZN armor and wielding a glowing compass blade he swung the sword towards the Kanassian's ribs. Syhiver leapt backward, then wove underneath another cut, and a third. The figure's face was nothing but jumbled pixels, as if he were wearing a VR mask.'

[CHAT] Syhiver didn't have -time- to make sense of that right now. He had to survive. As he leapt
out of the way of another strobe of the weapon his arms struck out. A palm to the [REDACTED]'s
throat, a chop onto his hands that forced him to drop his Compass blade, kick to the inside of the
[REDACTED]'s knee broke it and threw the man down before a final spinning kick sent his head crashed into the pavement. Another blaster shot rang out, disintegrating a stall that was nearby. Ghost's
lower 'die' compartment opened. A small laser deployed and he counter-fired. The shot stung the
rifleman in the chest, burning a hole straight through his body.

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"GHOST, I TOLD YO--" Another blaster rang out, then another, and another. A
squadron was being deployed into the market and were unleashing a battery of blasts towards him,
practically ignoring the crowd. Syhiver grit his teeth and slung the rifle around, jamming another
magazine into it and taking post behind a pillar. He peeked out, concentrating his fire -- the
bullets ripped through a [REDACTED]'s throat and he fell to the side. He ejected the mag and reset
it with another. He had one left. Leaping to the side as another volley of plasma bolts ripped into
his cover he rolled to his feet with the weapon raised, unloading the entire mag into the FRZN armor
that one of his [REDACTED] assailants bore until it finally punched through. '

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'The [REDACTED] fell and the Kanassian barreled towards the remaining four,
suddenly turning towards the wall of a building as their sights landed on him and... He phased
through it, Astral Sliding right through the stone just as they unleashed a full volley.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'As the blasters peppered the wall where Syhiver had disappeared the Kanassian
ran along a narrow passageway, his body little more than a glowing specter of itself. He was in...
some kind of... laundromat? A fucking laundromat? He could see the machines spinning and people
cowering in fear beneath the folding tables. In this 'Astral' realm colors were slightly tinted.
Time was slower. Sound was muted.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'For a split second he saw a figure. A Saiyan woman. She stood as if upon a cross.
Her eyes followed Syhiver. She was mouthing something.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'What was she saying? Kami above, what was she saying? She looked frightened.
Tears were streaming down from her eyes.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'The adrenaline was pumping too fast to stop. He couldn't perform this technique
for more than a few seconds. He had to leave her.... Phasing back through the wall into the street
he erupted into physical form between the four [REDACTED] that had been shooting at him. Their guns
were even still raised to the spot he had 'vanished' through the wall. His leg fired out, hitting
the back of the knee of one, forcing him to the ground. He leapt, spinning his body, his limbs tying
themselves around the neck of another and with a throw of leverage, not strength, rolled backward
and threw him to the side. Rifle in hand he pointed it toward the third, and fired, nearly point blank, but
the [REDACTED] reached out just in time and tipped the gun skyward. '

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- ' -- Syhiver's knee went to his groin, found purchase, and he jerked the rifle
away from the [REDACTED]'s hand, spun and unloaded a blast into the throat of the fourth moments
before they pulled the trigger of their own leveled blaster.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Compass blades flashed into being as the [REDACTED] returned to their feet and
withdrew the sabers from their hilts. The beams of light radiating from the short, bone hilts hummed
angrily in the... daylight. It was daylight...? Syhiver's head momentarily turned upward in
confusion... and he soon regret that pause. A compass blade from his left slashed. He instinctively
raised his arm, forgetting the weapon's potency. His cybernetic arm was torn off, it and his rifle swiftly
sent skidding down the cobble stones with a clatter of metal. 'Disarmed' in the literal sense,
another blade cleaved towards his waist.'

[CHAT] Syhiver leapt upward, the Compass blade slicing beneath him just as his toes pushed out,
found the sandstone fo the building he had erupted from and pushed off. Tackling his opponent from
overhead his spun and broke the man's neck as he somersaulted over the [REDACTED]'s shoulders and landed on the other side. His foot went to the limp body's spine and pushed it towards another of
his assailants, the two of them fall to the ground in a heap as he turned to face the man that had
cut his cyberware away. The [REDACTED] twirled his glowing sword and snarled... to which Syhiver
merely responded, "GHOST!" From behind his opponent, the small android unleashed his laser fire,
boring a hole through the [RADACTED]'s back before it spat through his ribs and shot the street.

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"I thought I didn't install weaponry in you."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Be grateful you were mistaken."'

[CHAT] Syhiver slowly retrieved his cybernetic arm, choosing to leave his rifle where it lay, and
slung it over one shoulder. Cyberware wasn't easy to repair. It cost a lot of zeni to replace, and
the prospect of finding a cybernetic surgeon while he was being hunting by the entire's galaxy
wasn't promising. These were the stakes though. He could have easily had his guts ripped out by the
Compass blade instead. In the sky above a dark shape came roaring to a stop in the air. Anti-
aircraft fire blasted towards it as it made its descent, but thankfully a grappling line descended
and Syhiver took hold.

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'The Oracle was Syhiver's oldest piece of equipment. It was a classic starship
model. A modified Swordfish that he had been repairing and upgrading for years. It had its own AI he
had designed himself. It only seated one passenger, and was light enough that it could hyperjump
from surface edge. It was the -perfect- ship for for his missions. They needed to get out of here.
They needed to get the FUCK out of whatever was going on. Get somewhere safe... Get somewhere
closed off from the Satelite webs... and then Syhiver was going to pry open Ghost and tear out that
laser... maybe decommission the damn droid forever.'

[CHAT] Syhiver was able to be pulled to Oracle's hatch by the cable, but the anti-aircraft fire was
blazing around them. Oracle was taking hits, and even its shield couldn't withstand this kind of
assault for long. He slung himself into the cockpit, and Ghost followed, nearly missing the window
as the hatch closed. With only one arm, the Kanassian began to maneuver Oracle over the skyline of
Arz'Kora, pushing the thrusters to the max as explosives littered the sky. It wasn't hard to out
maneuver their blasts. Few gunners in the galaxy could aptly swing a cannon on a ship this fast. In
a matter of seconds they were outside the city limits and traveling towards the horizon... for the
first time since the mission began... Syhiver breathed a sigh of relief.

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Oracle... prepare a hyperjump to the North Galaxy." Syhiver released the
controls and laid his head back with a smile. He had done it. Kassadin X'ar was dead. He had taken
the Icer's biometrics. Phase two of a plan that he and Merreth had set in motion almost a decade ago
could begin.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Beginning Hyperspace Calculations..."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Syhiver looked out of the cockpit windows to the rising sun... to the blazing
daylight around them... For a moment his lips pursed, his eyes flicking towards Ghost who had simply
taken refuge in the docking port in the back of the cockpit, slightly out of view.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Setting co-ordinates"'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Syhiver felt his heart beating faster and faster... he felt his stomach turning..
. Tears began to pool in his eyes and streak down his face. He felt... guilt? He felt anxious?
Afraid? He hadn't... felt afraid in... he couldn't even remember how long. Since Merreth died? Was
he having a panic attack? Was it the stress of the miss---'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Systems failure. Systems failure... Full systems failure..."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Ghost opened its optic eye.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"NO!" Syhiver began to punch commands into the starship console, desperately
attempting to reset the ships AI... but engines had gone out. The lights inside the cockpit faded.
The Oracle was dead, and the starship began to nose-dive out of the atmosphere towards the earth
below. "Not you... not you, Oracle... come on baby. Come on. COME ON. FUCK. FUCK! I can't lose you
too!" Try as he might, Syhiver couldn't reset the engine. There was no explanation for how or why
the Oracle would fall. It had barely suffered any damage at all. Its shields hadn't even been
breached! "Fuck... fuck!" They were spiralling towards the ground. There was no way to survive this
crash landing. The Oracle would be destroyed and Syhiver would be stranded.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Sir, we must eject if we want to survive..."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'Syhiver spun his head around in the cockpit seat towards the droid, his face
twisting with a vehemence he hadn't felt since... since Braid.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"I'm programmed to ensure your safety, sir."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Are you? Are you sure that's what you're programmed to do, Ghost, because I'm
not sure you're someone I can trust and maybe dying with this ship isn't the worst thing that could

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Don't be ridiculous, sir. There's still so much you need to accomplish... And
you programmed me yourself, remember? I'm your friend... I'll... help you."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- 'The Oracle's final swan-song into the desert sand would never be remembered by
anyone except Syhiver. That ship had been with him for over three decades. It had been true...
almost to the very end. It had been through over a hundreds missions. Watching it die was like a
child being ripped from his arms. Missions went south for a lot of reason. Something always goes
wrong, that's just the reality of life, and something Syhiver had long ago come to accept. But this
one had gone wrong in ways Syhiver couldn't understand. It had fallen apart not because he had made
a mistake, but because it felt as if... he weren't even in control... and there were... so many
things that didn't add up. So many pieces that were missing... that he didn't even know what
questions to begin to asking.'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"I'm staying with the Oracle."'

[CHAT] Syhiver: -- '"Then... you leave me no choice, except to... initiate my protocols, sir."'


[Updating Mis2ion Log]

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Re: Mis2ion: Project_Hades

Post by Rizion » 01 Jan 2020, 11:53

What a trip.

I have so many questions.

I'm going to say this once and let it be known that it will hold true for all future logs unless stated otherwise: Your writing if flawless. You've found your groove with Syhiver, you've found a flow to these logs that shows and not a mistake is made when it comes to the set up and execution of what you are trying to put on the page. I think that is a standard of your writing that makes it so easy to read.

But I do have questions, both about the story and what you're presenting.

Several times at the start, I felt like I was re-reading the same scene after the binary code bits. Almost as if this were a simulation, Syhiver failed and another started over. Now I'm not asking for my questions to be answered, I'm just posing them. If that were intentional, then I have to say that as a reader, I did not feel the pay off or if I were even on the right path. Something like that would be very fitting for this character, it clicks into place in the staccato of his life and story. With the Wrap crystal gear, the psychedelic nature of the character and the cyber-enhancements and technology that surrounds him, that fits his character. I actually love if this was the goal, but again, there was no pay off. A hint that we, the audience, are going in the right direction, goes a long way to maintain interest. We want to see if we were right and if not, where is it going. So I think just a bit of the story being self aware of that aspect would have been nice.

Or I'm way off the mark and you're going in a different direction all together.

What I really loved though, was the end. We are given Syhiver, Telekinetic, Space-Batman, who lost his ship, his arm and armaments. I feel like you "reset" the character back to T0 to acclimate him back onto the CHAT channel. I would really love to see him and the former SHADOW meeting up and either becoming allies or enemies. They are two unique characters of a similar build and lifestyle and seeing their personalities clash would be for me, great.

Great story. Can't wait for more.

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