((If you're looking for a premise or a tl;dr -- Nuhm may have killed a loyal OT employee and a good friend. Now they want her dead. I know the whole death thing is hard to pull off, but I think I got this. You'll also notice that I left certain "roles" open, these may be assumed by other people, or at least, hopefully they will be ))
((Alright, so this is going to be really long. Maybe novella long, I'm not sure, but I absolutely love the AO universe and I am inspired by the one and only, Falikos. So I thought I'd try and reach for the things that I once enjoyed years ago in Anarchy Online and now I'm going to share a full character biography, written in 1st person fiction form.
This will be ongoing, as I do not have time to sit down and write 8 years of memories through the eyes of my character all in one sitting, so I'll simply be adding new posts to this topic once I have completed another section.
I don't expect anyone to read this, but I want this to be my piece of the game, maybe something that I can look back on in ten years if I just so happen to be playing this character and the servers are still running - Hopefully.
One thing to note, I'm taking a few liberties here, so feel free to correct something that you believe to be way off, AO lore wise.
Without further adue, this is the beginning of what I've started. I might spruce it up a bit later if I find something else can be added or taken away.))
Double Helix
A character biography for Nuhmudiira
Prologue
A whirlwind of memories flash as the choking black pulls me in with its icy grasp. My breath draws shorter – Military grade armor coming closer and closer to failing – and a beam of blue shears through the hull of our civilian salvage frigate.
Just for supplies they said – I should’ve known.
When you’re involved with that many people; when you're completely sure you terminated the only person close to you, the only person you could trust, all this time – I should have known something wasn’t right about the whole setup.
Eight years of memories, nothing but fragments lost in time and soon to be lost forever. I hadn’t come this far, hadn’t done all of this, to perish at the hands of an unknown entity twenty clicks from home in the middle of dead space.
Borealis and the constant nagging for help with weapon technicalities and the like sounds like paradise right about now.
I drift for a moment, taking in the complete absence of scenery.
Or perhaps I’d rather be among friends down there at that once popular coffee lounge in West Athens.
None of that matters now.
My mind screams at me with ringing klaxons that pound the inside of my skull like a migraine and a handful of nails against my forehead.
“Just hold on Nuh, a few more seconds and we’re outta this!”
A voice pierces through the deadening silence and reverberates from the small communications transceiver on my wrist.
“I… can’t…” Searching for words that don’t exist, “breathe!”
Its shape as dark as Space itself, moving in closer and preparing for final impact, in small lettering you can clearly see just one word – “Omni-Tek.”
“No…” Blood splashes against the inside of my helmet and I cough with a sputter.
Twisting around, I try to grip hold of something, anything that’ll hold me before I become just another spec of nothing amongst the vast emptiness of the Universe. But my skin begins to crawl; it itches with an intense cold.
And I know that this is the end.
((If you're looking for a premise or a tl;dr -- Nuhm may have killed a loyal OT employee and a good friend. Now they want her dead. I know the whole death thing is hard to pull off, but I think I got this.))