Alien Vs Predator
Mar 2, 2014 12:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Deoxys on Mar 2, 2014 12:55:24 GMT -5
As long as there was sunlight on the lunar surface, Earth was always on the horizon. For centuries now, Deoxys felt as though it was taunted by it. It was like being behind a sheet of glass, able to see what the outside world was like, but never touch it. Deoxys had, in fact, fled to the moon's dark side on multiple occasions, trying to flee Earth's visage. Yet, it was, at its core, a creature of logic. It was keenly aware that even when the Earth could not be seen in the sky, it was still in the same place as before.
Faint twinges of emotion came and went as it stared at the planet's surface -- twinges of anger, frustration, rage, and perhaps a hint of jealousy. Such subconscious musings were not without rationale, however. For hundreds of years it had been confined to the moon, and in those hundreds of years, the moon had become its asylum. Deoxys was never to know what lay beyond a place it had mapped and cataloged a thousand times over. Not beyond what it could observe from its primitive tools, among them a radio constructed of the moon's natural metals.
The moon's thin atmosphere made it different from its Earthly equivalents -- it transmitted imitations of brainwaves as opposed to sound -- but the function was essentially the same. As astronauts had once used such signals to hear messages from home, Deoxys used it to eavesdrop on a place it had never known. Its mind had long been filled with human chatter about a multitude of topics, most of which it could not associate with the physical world. It knew a tree was tall and green, yet it had never seen a tree before -- or perhaps it had during its brief, yet distracted visit to the world's surface and didn't know it.
The only thing it knew was tall and green was the beast that had chased it away from Earth -- a creature named Rayquaza. If human myth was to be believed, it still stalked the upper atmosphere, guarding the world from any potential threats from above -- meteors, space debris, and certain extraterrestrials alike. That was the sole thing that had prevented Deoxys from returning to Earth. Thus, it stayed on the moon, scornfully watching the blue-green marble from afar.
As it became lost in thought, it almost neglected to notice the thin trail of a comet streaking by. It was a short distance away from the Earth -- close enough that Deoxys’s mental gears began to turn. This was its window of opportunity. Unfortunately, with the comet’s proximity, it knew it would have only a few of Earth’s days to prepare. It was a tall order for such a short timeframe, but not impossible. Not if it acted quickly at least. In fact, it would have to depart the moon immediately and plan on the way for it to work.
As Deoxys telekinetically lifted its body, it felt a flood of anxiety rush in. It was not like it to act so hastily, but what choice did it have? Such a chance was sure to be a rarity. It had already waited long enough.
Faint twinges of emotion came and went as it stared at the planet's surface -- twinges of anger, frustration, rage, and perhaps a hint of jealousy. Such subconscious musings were not without rationale, however. For hundreds of years it had been confined to the moon, and in those hundreds of years, the moon had become its asylum. Deoxys was never to know what lay beyond a place it had mapped and cataloged a thousand times over. Not beyond what it could observe from its primitive tools, among them a radio constructed of the moon's natural metals.
The moon's thin atmosphere made it different from its Earthly equivalents -- it transmitted imitations of brainwaves as opposed to sound -- but the function was essentially the same. As astronauts had once used such signals to hear messages from home, Deoxys used it to eavesdrop on a place it had never known. Its mind had long been filled with human chatter about a multitude of topics, most of which it could not associate with the physical world. It knew a tree was tall and green, yet it had never seen a tree before -- or perhaps it had during its brief, yet distracted visit to the world's surface and didn't know it.
The only thing it knew was tall and green was the beast that had chased it away from Earth -- a creature named Rayquaza. If human myth was to be believed, it still stalked the upper atmosphere, guarding the world from any potential threats from above -- meteors, space debris, and certain extraterrestrials alike. That was the sole thing that had prevented Deoxys from returning to Earth. Thus, it stayed on the moon, scornfully watching the blue-green marble from afar.
As it became lost in thought, it almost neglected to notice the thin trail of a comet streaking by. It was a short distance away from the Earth -- close enough that Deoxys’s mental gears began to turn. This was its window of opportunity. Unfortunately, with the comet’s proximity, it knew it would have only a few of Earth’s days to prepare. It was a tall order for such a short timeframe, but not impossible. Not if it acted quickly at least. In fact, it would have to depart the moon immediately and plan on the way for it to work.
As Deoxys telekinetically lifted its body, it felt a flood of anxiety rush in. It was not like it to act so hastily, but what choice did it have? Such a chance was sure to be a rarity. It had already waited long enough.