He woke up in a ditch, half covered in dust, surrounded by ruble and acute fires. The world was a blur, and he had no idea how he got there. Mort threw himself over onto his back and looked up into the sky while wrenching his face in pain. He looked down at his stomach and a large metal pole had been impailing him for how long he does not know. His black, unknown outfit was covered in blood and he couldn't move his lower extremities.
After about fifteen minutes or so, ten soldiers showed up, completly shrouded in black, with small logos that read "OT" on their chests. They picked him up on a stretcher that was clearly labeled "Omni-Med" and carried him into a large hover-craft. The world went black.
A few days later he woke up in a white, sterile room, lights blazing in his eyes causing him to squint for dear life. What had happened before this room was not so clear to him, but he did remember emerging in a ditch and a group of mysterious soldiers showing up. He arose from the bed and looked around. There were no windows, only a few buzzing machines and himself. The room was padded with soft, matress like textures and a door with a small slot for looking through across the room. Had he gone insane? Where was he and why was he being contained.
Three hours had passed while Mort pondered, wondering what exactly had happened. He heard footsteps outside his door, a man opened the slot to the door, looked at him in a mysterious way and mumbled something to someone who had been standing next to him. The room went dark and he lost conciousness once again.
This time he woke up in a small town, just outside the gates, laying in the grass as if someone had placed him their. He fumbled around and found a small computer strapped to his wrist that displayed his current position. He was just outside Borealis. He stumbled into town, watching as people rushed by him, some stopping to talk to others, some ignoring the entire world around them. He came to a tall woman, by the name of Falikos, he explained that he could not remember anything, the only images in his mind were the ditch and the soldiers. He couldn't even remember his own name. The woman comforted him and told him to give it time and then wished him good luck.
Another day passed and he came to find out that he had been employed under the Omni-Tek corporation. His name, Mort Rainey had also became clear to him. Wondering around the streets of Borealis, he happens upon another woman, with sleek black hair and an outfit exactly the same as his. Her name, was Paxcorpus. He started up a conversation of small talk with her, a few minutes passed and she went on with little dabbles of her own business. Then asked him to join her in the local Advanced/Superior shop, Fair Trade, because it had become far too noisy outside to carry on a calm conversation.
They arrived inside of the store and she asked him whether or not she should really buy a certain gun that he had never heard of anyway. He looked around nervously for a moment and then responded... "Sure...". Paxcorpus then ran outside, grabbed her gun and handed him a lower quality of the same gun. The enscryption on the side read "Blackbird". He replied with a thank you for the exchange, and she took him into the lounge area, and asked him to share with her information about himself. He simply told her that he could not remember anything, and explained what he could. Then the idea to visit Omni-HQ came up, reluctant at first, he then agreed and asked if she would come along.
The two of them arrived in Omni-Ent. His mind jolted with a flash-back and the city park became a clear, yet strange memory. They walked in and he had memories of being there, but had no idea why. She offered him some food, and they sat down so he could further ponder what exactly had happened recently with his life.
((OOC: lvl 27 fixer, just getting myself back into the RP scene. tell me what you think, or feel free to write something to expand))
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