by The Kingpin » Mon Oct 29, 2012 2:46 am
As the hatch opened in the side of the ship, Jacob walked to the edge, turning back towards the interior as he dropped backwards off the ship, flipping in the air as he plummeted, a thrust of his jets slowing him as he neared the ground, the man landing with an audible thud in the grass, landing in a kneel, his limbs embedding deeply enough into the soft soil that he didn't tumble away from his own momentum. Rising to his feet, he glanced around, surveying the scene. Grassy plains surrounded him, the looming form of the pyramid a fair distance away yet. Getting a grip of his surroundings, he began to explore. His compass's secondary needle, which relied on the magnetic pole rather than relative direction, was going crazy, bouncing back and forth between the various directions aimlessly. "So Rift energy affects magnetic fields. No surprise there" he murmured to himself as he contiued onwards...
The base seemed mangled, burned and blood-smeared, jagged gashes and bulletholes lining the high tech, futuristic metallic walls. cables crackled and monitors flickered, some doorways creaking and jerking as hydraulic arms meant to slide the doors in and out of place malfunctioned, causing them to jerk back and forth along their rails, mangled, sludge-streaked corpses could be seen in some places, though their locations didn't seem to line up with any bloodstains or spills that indicated they had been felled there. It was as if they had not bled when they died, despite many of them having vicious gashes and, in some cases, were missing limbs...
Inside the facility, Yukari was left looking at an otherwise plain looking chamber, typical of a soldier's quarters. A picture of a woman could be seen on a shelf alongside a man in a uniform; likely the room's owner and his wife. A number of certificates could be seen in various places implying various professions. Whoever this man had been, he was a very highly qualified person. Nothing else aside from the bed could be seen in the room though. Aside from those sentimental items, the chamber seemed almost completely plain and lacking decorations...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG