Post by The Scientist, Obsidian on Nov 3, 2016 5:14:55 GMT
It was a dark time for Obsidian indeed even with all this newfound progress and "allies" she made, something deep inside of her made her worry..
Worry of what? The inquisitor? The rebels? No...something far worse than that.
Betrayal.
Yes for quite some time Obsidian had this eerie feeling of being betrayed by her comrades, unknown how is the question but she knew why they would found out.
Morion was the one who would try to take her down, Opal's pet, Obsidian wondered if she was making the right move making friends with her but her desperation with making new allies in order to protect her was clouding her judgement.
"Damn it!" she slammed the control panel, being sick and tired of being stuck on one place. How did it end up like this? If it weren't for that one incident back on Homeworld she would be still continuing her projects normally.
But Obsidian knows it wouldn't last long anyway.
She looked to the outside from her ship's window, she hasn't left the island for weeks and it had started to irritate her, it was bad enough her first expedition went horrible and she nearly went insane but she was lucky to find that light that showed her the exit.
Dare she leave the outside of the island? She feels like she would be hunted down the first step she takes outside the warp pad... but is it even better to confine yourself into a makeshift land?
Obsidian had enough, she once left her room "Pearl, look after the stellerria drones, make sure this batch is well maintained!" she barked orders to her remaining pearl, who just nodded and did what exactly she was told to do.
Obsidian reformed her clothes, instead of her alien-like Homeworld outfit, she decided to go something that fitted the taste of a high-ranking individual in this primitive planet.
(Seen in new profile pic)
With her beautiful purple colored suit, she strode into the warp pad, even changing her hair slightly to hopefully blend into the crowd. "This has got to be the stupidest idea ever..." she muttered.
Obsidian sighed
She only wanted a quiet life
Worry of what? The inquisitor? The rebels? No...something far worse than that.
Betrayal.
Yes for quite some time Obsidian had this eerie feeling of being betrayed by her comrades, unknown how is the question but she knew why they would found out.
Morion was the one who would try to take her down, Opal's pet, Obsidian wondered if she was making the right move making friends with her but her desperation with making new allies in order to protect her was clouding her judgement.
"Damn it!" she slammed the control panel, being sick and tired of being stuck on one place. How did it end up like this? If it weren't for that one incident back on Homeworld she would be still continuing her projects normally.
But Obsidian knows it wouldn't last long anyway.
She looked to the outside from her ship's window, she hasn't left the island for weeks and it had started to irritate her, it was bad enough her first expedition went horrible and she nearly went insane but she was lucky to find that light that showed her the exit.
Dare she leave the outside of the island? She feels like she would be hunted down the first step she takes outside the warp pad... but is it even better to confine yourself into a makeshift land?
Obsidian had enough, she once left her room "Pearl, look after the stellerria drones, make sure this batch is well maintained!" she barked orders to her remaining pearl, who just nodded and did what exactly she was told to do.
Obsidian reformed her clothes, instead of her alien-like Homeworld outfit, she decided to go something that fitted the taste of a high-ranking individual in this primitive planet.
(Seen in new profile pic)
With her beautiful purple colored suit, she strode into the warp pad, even changing her hair slightly to hopefully blend into the crowd. "This has got to be the stupidest idea ever..." she muttered.
Obsidian sighed
She only wanted a quiet life