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sekkritaus2019-10-17 11:50 am
untilyousubmit) wrote in sekkritaus2019-10-17 11:50 am
A crossover AU clusterheck
Every so often he hears the sound of a speeder going by and the thrum of the engines leaves him expecting another, two and a half seconds after the first. It always fails to come. It’s unnerving, to be unable to hear the Spire. On Albion it never bothers him quite as much: he supposes the pulse is still there, reverberating quietly through the planet itself. But once he’d left, there was nothing.
Unnerving, unnatural, but he had a task to complete. Retrieve the crystal, and the pilot.
Leave the mind intact. The order was very clear, as it always was. That meant no control collar. Even standard slave restraints would be a risk: the shocks could burn away details his master so desired. Stunning weapons or a blow to the head could do the same. It presented somewhat more of a challenge, but he was still confident, and the hum of the shards was in harmony. He’d arrived on-planet without complications. The target was still unaware of what would be required from him.
He descended through the city, the sounds of speeders grow more infrequent, more distant. An insect hum of technological life, more easily ignored. The crowds thin, grow ragged, no longer hiding their haste to avoid him.
He stopped, listening. There was another sound. It sang and pulsed in an unfamiliar rhythm, and he did not hear it, not truly. It resonated on a more fundamental level.
The crystal. His information had been correct.
He followed its song deeper into the Old City. If the rest of his information was correct, all he would need to do was find the crystal, then wait. The pilot would come to him.
Unnerving, unnatural, but he had a task to complete. Retrieve the crystal, and the pilot.
Leave the mind intact. The order was very clear, as it always was. That meant no control collar. Even standard slave restraints would be a risk: the shocks could burn away details his master so desired. Stunning weapons or a blow to the head could do the same. It presented somewhat more of a challenge, but he was still confident, and the hum of the shards was in harmony. He’d arrived on-planet without complications. The target was still unaware of what would be required from him.
He descended through the city, the sounds of speeders grow more infrequent, more distant. An insect hum of technological life, more easily ignored. The crowds thin, grow ragged, no longer hiding their haste to avoid him.
He stopped, listening. There was another sound. It sang and pulsed in an unfamiliar rhythm, and he did not hear it, not truly. It resonated on a more fundamental level.
The crystal. His information had been correct.
He followed its song deeper into the Old City. If the rest of his information was correct, all he would need to do was find the crystal, then wait. The pilot would come to him.