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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It is often said that fear and adrenaline allow the bodies of organic creatures to perform remarkable things. A human trying to escape a burning house may find themselves running faster than they normally would, their body drawing every ounce of strength it can. Another example of this phenomenon could be seen in the station Polaris 0-X99, as the weight of the box Jora carried seemed practically nonexistent as he ran into a room decorated with beautiful tiles containing the images of swirling galaxies and faraway worlds...
Bain was about to board his ship when his terminal delivered several notifications, each one marked "Emergency." He froze, pulling up each one to find several reports of the same incident from multiple angles --
A recent resident of the station that you had explicitly told us to treat as a scientist has taken an item stored within a high priority container from your office. The guard reporting this incident has a damaged visor, and claims the damage was due to said resident attacking them.
One guard reports potential echo usage from the new resident, resulting in the murder of another member of Polaris security. The guard in question may have taken minor damage from weapon recoil due to improper handling and firing of the weapon - consequences for such not recommended as incident was beyond their control (bruises indicate their initial posture would have been correct had the hands not quickly rotated before firing the weapon. The strange nature of this movement seems to suggest the usage of an echo on the individual.)
Bain sighed, sending out a simple command from the device --
Security: Initiate lockdown procedure. Capture the suspect "Jora," new arrival. Put them in a cell, keep them bound -- ensure heavy gloves are given to them. None of their binds should involve any twists or screws.
Sending the message, Bain heard the sound of running footsteps up the ramp to his ship briefly... Only to be shoved off of it mere seconds later, onto the ground a few meters below.
Jora darted through the opened door of the ship, into the darkness of the ship's interior. Hugging the box tightly against him with his right arm, he reached out with his left hand, swinging it about as he tried to determine the location of the plants at the center of the room. Grabbing one, he felt the stem snap between his claws... and no light came from it. Gasping, he tried again, blindly slapping at the plants to no avail. Oblivious to anything outside of the ship, he rushed to the wall, slamming his body into it and dropping the box. Jora smacked both of his palms against the wall, frantically patting in hopes of finding the light switch...
Bain stepped into the darkness to hear a familiar whirring from the ceiling towards the center of the room and a gasp from a nearby wall. Jora stumbled across a table, face first onto a couch as a gunshot rang from a turret attached to the ceiling. Jora tossed himself over the sofa without an ounce of grace, hiding behind the furniture as the gun let out more rounds into the furniture. Fear and adrenaline blurred out the pain from his hip, leaving a bullet wound feel like nothing more than the aches he'd thought he'd already gotten accustomed to.
