Spermy
24-04-06, 15:51
Things were looking bleak. The SSX was barely alive, it's members lying low, or out there in the wastes eking out a new life for themselves away from the violence and the politics of the dome.
Almost casually, the figure of a once proud gentank refered to by others as his callsign, Phayse, plugged his respirator into the small canister beside his rec unit.
He'd spent the best part of the week preparing his appartment, buying in various bits and pieces of archeotech, the old technology, as dicated by the one ceres disc he was fiercely proud to own, he had constructed a habitat of wires, compressors and field generators around his rec unit.
He'd sealed the doors to his abode about an hour ago, and set a pair of O2 canisters by them, a small mechanism wired into the computer terminal in the corner. There was a timer on the screen. Flashing there, was a small box.
"execute?"
Soon he'd be asleep. Suspended animation, the schematics on the disc called it. Stasis.
"execute?"
Phayse unlocked the seal on the small canister, noxious gas flowed through the connecting pipes, into his respirator. He felt drowsy.
Setting the timer on the stasis field, he turned to the computer terminal.
Execute.
Lying back on the rec unit, he felt the throb of ancient technology coming to life as darkness crept over him.
Sleep well, old warrior.
[OOC] Phayse is in stasis until a time when balancing is implemented and working. My sub is very much active. Phayse isn't. I'll be around on teh forums as frankly, I live here :p
Almost casually, the figure of a once proud gentank refered to by others as his callsign, Phayse, plugged his respirator into the small canister beside his rec unit.
He'd spent the best part of the week preparing his appartment, buying in various bits and pieces of archeotech, the old technology, as dicated by the one ceres disc he was fiercely proud to own, he had constructed a habitat of wires, compressors and field generators around his rec unit.
He'd sealed the doors to his abode about an hour ago, and set a pair of O2 canisters by them, a small mechanism wired into the computer terminal in the corner. There was a timer on the screen. Flashing there, was a small box.
"execute?"
Soon he'd be asleep. Suspended animation, the schematics on the disc called it. Stasis.
"execute?"
Phayse unlocked the seal on the small canister, noxious gas flowed through the connecting pipes, into his respirator. He felt drowsy.
Setting the timer on the stasis field, he turned to the computer terminal.
Execute.
Lying back on the rec unit, he felt the throb of ancient technology coming to life as darkness crept over him.
Sleep well, old warrior.
[OOC] Phayse is in stasis until a time when balancing is implemented and working. My sub is very much active. Phayse isn't. I'll be around on teh forums as frankly, I live here :p