Apart from all worlds.

[OnlytheStrong]

Mykael simply sits there, letting the strange words bounce around in his mind. "My world is gone..........." seemed to reappear with some frequency in his mind.

"If the Nexus is concerned with our worlds destruction, is it fair to assume that your destruction runs along side ours? Is there any way I can look around in this place? I'm somewhat of a fan of technology."

 

[Shayuri]

Vela scowls, letting her sharp canines show in an unconscious signal of warning. Quickly she takes in the reactions of the others and tries to sort through it.

Fellow prisoners, or confederates?

There were problems either way. For fellow prisoners, their reactions seemed mild...and there was the issue of most of them being, by all appearances, just as much 'pures' as their captor. Would they take their own? Why?

But if they were confederates, why bother with all the different languages? And the varying skin tones...ethnicity was an artifact of Earth's past. It was overwhelmed by genetic upgrades, and there just weren't enough Pures to keep genetic ethnic groups separated. And the variation in personal equipment between them...

Then again, if the aim was to try to get her to believe that ridiculous story, they could do worse... But WHY? What possible motivation could there be for trying to convince her of that?

Taking the direct approach, she says to him, "Why did you bother saving me? Any of us? What do you want from us?"

 

[Blackrat]

"Cre Dieu" Jacques mumbles as he listens the man. This man obviously believes in what he speaks of. Jacques takes a better look around of the others. A strange woman with stripes like those of a tiger. She was only a little less scary than the huge brute. Two males. Strange clothing and equipment. Most of them spoke in english. Maybe this was a plan of the Brits to start a war. That seems unlikely though. Then his attention comes to the girl with her pet beast. She spoke in latin and then in spanish. And she did indeed look like a spaniard. Jacques's skill in either language wasn't too good but he managed to decipher that the girl was almost panicking. He walks down to her and speaks in spanish. "Young lady, there is no need to be scared. As a spaniard you are under the protection of Great French Empire and my duty as Garde de la Manche is to give you any protection I can."

 

[Moon_Goddess]

Mykael simply sits there, letting the strange words bounce around in his mind. "My world is gone..........." seemed to reappear with some frequency in his mind.

"If the Nexus is concerned with our worlds destruction, is it fair to assume that your destruction runs along side ours? Is there any way I can look around in this place? I'm somewhat of a fan of technology."

"It is quite possible that the Nexus will be destroyed as well, we do not know. Even if it survives everyone here lives and has family on one of those worlds out there. I suppose we could let you look around before you leave, under supervision of course. At times like these it's always useful to recruit new rangers."

"Why did you bother saving me? Any of us? What do you want from us?"

"Well, saving you was not truely our goal. You represent material ejected from your worlds before it's destruction. and we needed to scan living and unliving ejected material for simularities in quantum resonences. We've found no source of destruction but possibly we've found how to predict what world is next."

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Mykael stands and begins looking for the door, Yes, yes the rangers. Who are they? Where's the door? Hm............ Who's going to guide my tour? he rambles.

 

[Shayuri]

"Well, saving you was not truely our goal. You represent material ejected from your worlds before it's destruction. and we needed to scan living and unliving ejected material for simularities in quantum resonences. We've found no source of destruction but possibly we've found how to predict what world is next."

Babble. Gobbledeygook. But she wasn't smelling any malice. The fear and confusion of her fellows was thick in the air, but aggression...not so much. As Vela relaxed a bit, the darker stripes faded from her face and bodysuit. The garment had the look of some kind of thick, slightly rough leather with small carapaces over the major joints; shoulders, elbows and knees. Despite having no apparent joints or folds to allow movement, it stretched and contracted effortlessly to match the movements of its host.

As much as Vela hated to admit it, there HAD been a strange moment before things had gone white, hadn't there? When things had been...changing around her. One moment the fire was there, the next it was long extinguished. Her bedroll was open, then it was rolled and ready to go. Then -missing-.

Was that what he meant by 'material ejected from your worlds?'

"I don't understand," Vela says slowly, getting up off the bed to stand next to it. "Why were we 'ejected'? What's happened to everything else? The people I know. The things that aren't with me."

 

[Douane]

Keane smiled condescendingly at the Frenchman's (and what else could he be) behaviour as he rose back to his feet. He rememebered all those theories about how isolated groups would go through some sort of social degeneration, but back to the Middle Ages was nothing but laughable. Into another corner of his mind he noted the fact that Inuit was not one of the languages kept hearing, for whatever reasons.

"If you are searching for a reason why our Earth is gone: There is nothing mysterious to it ... We did it on our own." To emphasize his words Keane clanged his armored fist against the massive Tesla rifle slung atop his backpack behind his head.

"But if there are truly other worlds, ... other Earths out there, I have to ask what you are? According to your own words, you live outside any of these Earths. "My people" - not "we on our Earth". "We study ... we test". You are not even human, are you?"

 

[Relique du Madde]

Pale Jaguar hung her head down towards the ground and the hopelessness of the situation began to take hold. There was no escape. The man could help them flee to another world, but that one would also be doomed. Neither the gods nor the man's technology could prevent the destruction of countless worlds. The only options they had were to run from whatever was destroying the worlds or to hunt it.

Fortunately, she knew that even if the gods failed to prevent the world from being destroyed, they would praise her if she at least tried to stop the next world from being meeting the her world's fate. Maybe, if she was able to stop one world from being destroyed, she might be a way to rebuild her world...

As she was about to tell the man her thoughts, the Frenchman approached and began to speak to her. She understood most of what he said, and found herself blushing as she responded in Spanish. "The conquistadors lie to you: I am not Spanish. I am Mayan. I am Ix Sak B'alam, Lady Pale Jaguar. I do not need protection."

She then got to her feet and quickly glanced at the others before giving the man her reply to his offer in latin. "The fate you offer pleases me as much as dry sand pleases a fish. I will not escape to the next world, hide from the owl, and wait for him to devourer the next world. I will not do that. If I am to die, then would rather die hunting the owl."

 

[Blackrat]

Jacques listens at the young woman with confusion. Mayan? Conquistadors? That was what, 600 years ago? That would mean these strange people told the thruth. He could barely decipher the general meaning of her spoken holy language and he speaks in spanish out of politeness towards the girl, but adresses the man in white. "IF what you say is true, then this girl is right. My emperor is dead. The royal family is dead. The Great French Empire is no more. There is no meaning in my existence. I need a cause and what greater cause than to save other's from my fate. Vive le Roi!"

 

[Moon_Goddess]

Mykael stands and begins looking for the door, Yes, yes the rangers. Who are they? Where's the door? Hm............ Who's going to guide my tour? he rambles.

The man in the lab coat looks at Mykael talking to himself and wonders if he's expected to respond.

"I don't understand," Vela says slowly, getting up off the bed to stand next to it. "Why were we 'ejected'? What's happened to everything else? The people I know. The things that aren't with me."

"At this time we are not completely certain why material is ejected. As the dimension breaks down the stability of the transdimensional matrixs begins to weaken and flex. This flexing makes holes in the transdimentional matrix through which random material slips through in either direction. Our own technology relies on a more refined controlled expression of the same effect. As for the final fate of that which is destoryed, we do not know." The man definately seems surprised be feilding so many questions from peoples he appears to have not given much thought.

"But if there are truly other worlds, ... other Earths out there, I have to ask what you are? According to your own words, you live outside any of these Earths. "My people" - not "we on our Earth". "We study ... we test". You are not even human, are you?"

"I assure you, I am human. I live at 78th St. and Hudson Ave. in New York City. One of my colleages here actually lives only a few blocks from my address, but in the city of New Amsterdam. a good 70 tangents away. But we work here in the Nexus, The Nexus does not exist on Earth, any earth. It exists outside of the dimensions and it's people are made of of those from many worlds."

She then got to her feet and quickly glanced at the others before giving the man her reply to his offer in latin. "The fate you offer pleases me as much as dry sand pleases a fish. I will not escape to the next world, hide from the owl, and wait for him to devourer the next world. I will not do that. If I am to die, then would rather die hunting the owl."

"IF what you say is true, then this girl is right. My emperor is dead. The royal family is dead. The Great French Empire is no more. There is no meaning in my existence. I need a cause and what greater cause than to save other's from my fate. Vive le Roi!"

The man is genuinely surprised. "This is unprecidented. We've never had so many seek to join the Rangers. The typical process involves us seeking out those that have already discovered dimensional travel on their own without our help."

The man thinks to himself for a moment. "I'll need to speak to my superiors. You should wait here as our translation services to not work outside of this room. I will return shortly." With this the man in the lab coat exits through a door at the front of the room, and your small group is now alone in the room.