Apotheosis of Entelecheia

Episode 3: Infiltration

Unceremoniously, one eye opened.

He tried his best but he couldn't open the other one, or rather the entire area felt, empty.

Feeling the sensation of his other body parts he noticed a coldness around his left leg. He could feel slightly passed this coldness but overall this part of his body was not responding like the rest.

Through the one open eye he struggled to look ahead, to figure out where he was.

Liquid surrounded him, he seemed to be in some sort of tank. He could see a door straight ahead, this only made him long for freedom even more.

A loud thud sound echoed from what seemed to be outside of the room he was in. Concentrating on the sound, visuals soon flooded his mind. These images were of what he could only assume was transpiring passed the door.

He saw men and women, some in white long coats and others with dark colored armor, weapons strapped around their bodies, all collapsed on the ground.
Then the sound of footsteps from afar echoed in his mind. One, no two people were approaching.

The sound of voices invaded his psyche, all of them vaguely familiar but not enough for him to associate them with a name.

"Freedom! Freedom at last!"

"I wonder if the commander is free?"

"Who has awakened us?"

He did his best to push these voices from his mind, but as he did so he could sense the presence of an unfamiliar consciousness attempting to communicate with his.

Declining it's offer, he focused his attention towards the outer hall once again as two people now stood in front of his door.

He attempted to visualize them, but something seemed to prevent him from being able to, this mental block felt similar to the mind that had requested communion with him.

Confusion was more than he could handle, and his increased brain activity began to weak his body substantially.

The door was blown from it's hinges with a swift strike.

A woman with long white hair held up by an elastic walked in, a taller woman with light brown hair of about equal length behind her. Both of them wore a sleek dark uniform with a red insignia present on each sleeve.

"Oh my God..." He could hear the taller woman say.

The white haired woman seemed to concentrate on him, her eyes widened and brow furrowed as if confused.

Losing his grasp on consciousness he focused all the energy he could on the glass wall in front of him.

A small crack.

The entire tube fractured, the sound of glass shattering echoed in the room before the container exploded, glass and liquid flying all through the room.

The two women were nowhere to be seen.

He blacked out before his body could hit the floor.

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Demia and Marshall had evacuated the room the moment they sensed his brain activity increasing. A wise move as glass and water exploded from the open door way they stood around.

Peering into the room they saw him, the man with a partially metallic face, and mechanical leg, lying face down on the floor.

Demia reported to Melos mentally again.

"Boss, are you seeing this?"

Melos, from his seat aboard the phantom, held a hand to his face, stroking his jaw as he pondered over what he had just seen through Demia's eyes.