Original release: 2020
Two paths stretch before Jora as he awakens in the hospital without memory nor any known records: on one, a doctor wishes to help him recover his memory; on the other, a scientist wishes to do the same. However, on their quest...
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Ophiuchi was not known for being well decorated. All of their walls were white, and all of their floors were different shades of grey. Their hangar, however, managed to be even worse -- all walls, ceilings, and floors were protected by layers of concrete as to prevent damage to the station in case of accidents involving ships going in or coming out of the station. The hangar was cold, grey, and populated by ships of a wide variety of sizes and shapes. Jora watched in awe as they passed all sorts of vehicles. Some, he remembered, were standard cruisers - shuttle-shaped vehicles that were capable of creating short distance portals, though he couldn't remember what the process was called. Others, however, had peculiar shapes, from cubes to spheres, cones, and cylinders of various colors, each dotted with cameras and sensors.
Bain approached a large, metal sphere in the hangar as Jora followed close behind. The peculiar orb-shaped ship was painted navy blue, almost black, with the exception of a rectangular, silver doorway on the side. As Bain approached, the door lowered, extending itself to his feet, to Jora's awe. Bain gestured for Jora to follow him up - as the amnesiac set foot on the metal plating, he shuddered, looking around him in a burst of anxiety.
"Bain?" Jora's voice perked up with a question, silently noting the darkness inside of the orb, "I, uh... That doctor's going to notice I'm gone, yeah? Are you sure there won't be any trouble?"
"Of course not. I heard you were assigned Jay, am I right? I've been keeping an eye on you, believe it or not."
"You... have?" Jora gulped. While it was good to hear he had a lead on his past, he couldn't help but have his doubts on the intent of those around him.
"Of course. I suppose there are a few details I've yet to pick up, but I've gathered that you lost your memory in the incident. Is this true?"
"The incident? What are you--"
"I see. Thank you for your confirmation. Anyway, come on in."
Bain invited Jora into the darkness, and as Jora stepped into the room, the door shut. Everything around them had been engulfed in a pitch black void, the room as silent as death itself. Though he couldn't see anything, Jora could feel carpet beneath his feet, and a faint smell of vanilla hung in the air. He leaned back to the wall, and began to pat around for a lightswitch when a faint light began to glow from the center of the room. Jora turned his head to see the source of the light:
A lily? The carpeted floors of the room surrounded a small garden, with a particularly tall lily at the center. The flower emitted a white light, which seemed to trigger a response in the room as circular lights began to shine from the ceiling. Soon, the room was well lit, with Bain standing next to the garden. Jora looked at his hand, not far from the light switch, which was flicked upwards to an "On" position. The room was semicircular in shape, with the entrance door being opposite of three doors against a flat wall, each one labelled in a foreign language Jora couldn't recognize, let alone read. Besides that, a couch sat by the wall, facing a small coffee table and the garden. It was, for all intents and purposes, a waiting room.
