Cyber Chronicles 2: Prime Voyage

Chapter 15: Past

Determined and focused, Lincoln entered the training facility. The room was designed to resemble an intricate obstacle course, filled with various structures and barriers for him to navigate. In the midst of the course, humandroids awaited him, programmed to provide a formidable challenge.

Taking a deep breath, Lincoln activated his wrist guards, feeling the hum of energy coursing through them. The guards lit up with deep blue electricity as the tools instantly came to life, ready to unleash their formidable capabilities. With focused determination, he maneuvered through the obstacle course, utilizing his agility and the range of movements provided by the energy tools.

The androids sprang into action, their movements eerily human-like. They engaged Lincoln in combat, showcasing impressive speed and precision. But Lincoln was not to be outdone. He deftly deflected their attacks using the energy shield, timed his blasts to incapacitate them, and swiftly evaded their counterattacks.

Amidst the intense training session, Lincoln's mind and body synchronized with the energy tools. He didn't realize the tools emitted crimson red energy as the movements became fluid and calculated, his instincts guiding him to anticipate the androids' actions. He adapted to the evolving challenges of the obstacle course, employing strategy, speed, and precision to overcome each hurdle.

As the training session continued, Lincoln could feel his skills with the energy tools improving. His aim became more accurate, his timing more precise, and his confidence grew with each successful maneuver. The training not only honed his physical prowess but also sharpened his mental acuity. He learned to quickly analyze situations and devise effective strategies on the fly.

Every passing day, Lincoln pushed himself to the limits, driven by an unwavering determination to exceed his own potential. Within the facility, the air resonated with the fierce clash of energy blasts, the rhythmic hum of machinery, and the occasional jubilant cheer of triumph.

On the final day, Lincoln stood among the conquered obstacles, his breath slightly labored but his spirit invigorated. The androids lay deactivated around him, testaments to his growing mastery of the energy tools. He knew there was still much to learn and improve upon. However, he had taken a significant step forward on his journey as a soldier wielding these remarkable tools. They felt like an extension to him. He felt that with his ability he could use these tools to his advantage.

With the upcoming battle only a few days away, Lincoln felt a sense of urgency to prove himself in the examination. He knew that passing this crucial test was essential for him to be deployed to the field. The desire to contribute to the mission, to stand shoulder to shoulder with his comrades, burned within him. Time was of the essence, and he needed to demonstrate his readiness to join the ranks sooner rather than later.

In the designated locker room, specially designed for storing energy tools, Lincoln carefully deploys his equipment. The room boasts compartments and charging stations, ensuring that the tools are organized and ready for use when needed. With meticulous care, he places each tool in its designated spot, ensuring they are secure and easily accessible for future missions.

Leaving the locker room behind, Lincoln heads to the barracks, his teammates sound asleep in the late hours of the night. Quietness envelops the space, providing a momentary respite from the demands of training and preparation. Before settling into his own bunk, Lincoln takes a few moments to freshen up. He washes his face, the cool water rejuvenating him and washing away the traces of exhaustion that cling to him after a long day.

Finally, ready for rest, Lincoln climbs into his own bunk, savoring its comfort. The rhythmic sounds of his teammates' breathing and the peaceful atmosphere of the barracks embrace him as he drifts off to sleep. He knows tomorrow will bring new challenges and opportunities for growth. In the solace of the night, he finds solace and rejuvenation, preparing himself mentally and physically for the battles that lie ahead.

Gradually, he allowed his eyelids to grow heavy, closing them slowly as he surrendered to the embrace of slumber. As his breathing softened, he entered a realm of tranquility, drifting away on the currents of peaceful dreams. The world around him faded into the background as his consciousness slipped into restful oblivion.

Moments later, a voice pierced through the tranquility, calling out his name. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing a scene that seemed strangely familiar. He found himself lying on the ground, gazing up at a sky adorned with shimmering stars. It was a sight of unparalleled beauty, with the heavens unpolluted by the presence of clouds. The celestial bodies twinkled with an ethereal glow, captivating his senses. As he took in the breathtaking view, he realized he was perched atop a majestic mountain, the world below spread out in all its grandeur. The feeling of belonging washed over him, as if this place held a special significance in his heart.

Lost in the celestial spectacle above, he was momentarily oblivious to the voice that called out to him. However, the urgency in the voice could not be ignored. "Obsune!" the voice called out once again, breaking through his reverie. With a sudden jolt, he turned his head, his gaze meeting the intense eyes of the girl lying down with him. There was an undeniable familiarity in her features. Her eyes radiated a captivating purple hue, while her lustrous blue hair mirrored the brilliance of the night sky. In that moment, he knew her name, Emese.

A surge of emotions welled up within Lincoln as he looked at Emese. It was more than just recognition; it was a profound connection that transcended words. In her presence, he felt an inexplicable sense of security and appreciation. It was as if she held the key to unlocking hidden depths within him, unveiling a part of his being that had long remained dormant.

Gathering his thoughts, he finally acknowledged Emese's presence. "I'm sorry," Obsune murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and curiosity. "I was lost in the beauty of this place. How... how did I end up here?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her as he awaited an explanation. The mountain, the stars, and the enigmatic bond he felt with Emese.

Emese's annoyance was palpable as she confronted Obsune's distracted state. "That joke again?" she retorted, her tone laced with exasperation. "I can't believe you've fallen under the spell of this scenery once more. Is it truly that captivating to make you forget everything?" Her frustration was evident, yet Obsune remained transfixed by the enchanting display above.

Turning his gaze back to Emese, he offered a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and resignation. "It's just... I can't help it. This scenery is truly extraordinary." His words were sincere, driven by a profound sensation that resonated within him. There was an undeniable power emanating from the starry sky, an inexplicable pull that seemed to transcend his understanding.

Emese sighed, her annoyance momentarily tempered by the genuine admiration in Obsune's voice. She softened her expression, her eyes searching his face for a glimmer of understanding. "I suppose I can't blame you entirely," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of fondness as she got closer to him. "There is something truly magical about this place."

Together, they turned their attention back to the vast expanse of stars above, their brilliance captivating their senses once more. As Obsune gazed upon the celestial spectacle, a deep-rooted sense of belonging and wonder resonated within him. It was as if the very essence of his being was intricately connected to this otherworldly realm.

In an instant, a loud ringing filled the air, catching Obsune's attention. He turned towards Emese, seeking an answer. "What's that?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice. Perplexed, Emese gazed back at him, unaware of the source of the sound. "What is it?" she inquired, unable to comprehend his question. Before he could explain further, the world around him abruptly dissolved into nothingness, cutting off his words.

Startled by the persistent alarm, Lincoln jolted awake, gasping for air. As he gradually regained his senses, he pondered the content of his forgotten dream. Despite his efforts to recollect, the details eluded him. He rose from his bed, dismissing his thoughts, and made his way to the washroom.

He had bigger things to worry about.