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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A grey protogen laid supine in the snow, watching the clouds above while wrapped in a jacket made of heavy, dark brown fur. Gold lights on a dark background glowed in the image of a pleasant smile with closed eyes, his breathing slow and steady. Banco never knew for certain the name of the snow-covered planet he was forced to call home, but he'd come to name it Niflheimr, after the freezing hellish afterlife often spoken of by the people of Eshekka.
Noon was the best time to be outside in Niflheimr, as the warmest part of the day, it meant a reduced chance of severe frostbite or hypothermia. This was the heart of the only three hours in the planet's long day cycles that could be spent outdoors - the other twenty six hours of a Niflheimr day were generally too cold to even consider stepping outside of his wrecked ship.
Banco leaned upwards, stretching his arms out with a yawn as he looked back at the wreckage of his ship - a large research vessel with the symbol of the station Polaris 0X-99 painted on the hull, mostly cylindrical in shape. Piles of dirt and snow rested near the ruined vehicle, a testament to the work he and his former crew had put into unearthing submerged parts of the ship and setting it up in order to be a functional base. They had worked with all of the speed they could muster, and dealt with more nights than they ever would have wanted sleeping in rooms tilted at angles that made them painful to navigate. Reflecting back on his crew, Banco frowned, eyes returning to the skies above to find an object hurtling toward the surface, not too far away. Banco stared in disbelief at the object.
Is that a Proclaimer Minor...?
Jay entered the hospital room, staring in disbelief at the medical pod before her - not too long ago, a patient had escaped the hospital. Now, roughly one hundred and fourteen hours after, they managed to return, suffering gunshot wounds. She frowned, sighing as she approached the medical pod, looking over the patient notes.
2 Hours Ago: Patient had multiple metal projectiles removed from their body, wounds have been stitched and metal patched. Patient placed in a medical containment - recovery pod to accelerate the healing process.
Jay reached over, gently grabbing a chair and pulling it over as she observed the patient, her head a cacophony of panicked thoughts of all flavors.
Was that Hera-Hes right...? Or was she just losing her mind?
Why was he attacked? Did Bain take him to Polaris, like Hera-Hes said he would?
Are these claims about the Ascepis fruit really true? What have I gotten myself into?
If that unmar was right, then does this mean war?
Jay sat down, leaning forward as she stared through the medical pod, into the space before her. She felt her heart sink, dread wrapping its brutal claws around it and pulling down to the depths of Hell as curiosity shook her down, demanding to know what was going to come from this already chaotic sequence of events.
