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The Dreadnought's halls were dark. cold. Lifeless. The purple lost amidst the sea of stars as even they seemed to dim. Light seemed to fly from the room as though whatever force had infested it had made even the rays of the Crossroads' stars flee in terror. The cold that seemed to flood the chamber likewise filled the room with frost, the oxygen freezing as though the snow of the arctic had set in.
Ridley blinked once, then again, in the midst of the darkened chamber. The answer here was almost too easy, and part of him wished not to speak and be made a fool when it was revealed to be some other source. That, and if he was right, then this was already the start of a long and dangerous day. Most of all, though...
Ridley snarled his irritation wordlessly. This was childish of an eldritch god.
"Phantoon." The Dragon's growl rasped, his tone saying more than any chide possibly could.
"Lord Ridley. I have returned."
"Parasites often do." the dragon snapped, hardly acknowledging the myriad of anguished voices speaking within his head as anything out of the ordinary. He'd long since grown used to his colleague's unique speech pattern. "You survived the hunter?"
"No. And yes.... I could not withstand the firstborn of the chozo, but I am no flesh to be consumed. I survived... and now I return, stronger than ever. but not here..."
Ridley's grimace softened - not out of any sympathy, for he recalled the eldritch entity's arrogance too well to comfort him now for his weakness - but out of curiosity. "What." Ridley called out, straight to the point. His fellow ex-general was just used to the Dragon's clipped speech, so he understood Ridley's request immediately.
"The one that is as us but not. The hedonist with a toe in this world. The One who makes the comet fly. He has 'captured' my essence, for use in his tournament..."
"Jak's murder carnival. After last time..." Ridley's Claws scratched at the floor beneath him, cutting into the durasteel like paper from the force of barely concealed rage alone.
"enter. Join with me." the whispers came, and Ridley's crocodilian lips curled to show their myriad teeth. "Disgusting. No."
"Give me your power to exist here, and I shall give you what you want. As subordinate to your whim. and as Vengeance."
"Vengeance?"
Ridley's words were met, not with a response of words or image, but with something else. Something filled with terror and regret. a memory he wished he had the chance to forget...
Ridley blinked once, then again, in the midst of the darkened chamber. The answer here was almost too easy, and part of him wished not to speak and be made a fool when it was revealed to be some other source. That, and if he was right, then this was already the start of a long and dangerous day. Most of all, though...
Ridley snarled his irritation wordlessly. This was childish of an eldritch god.
"Phantoon." The Dragon's growl rasped, his tone saying more than any chide possibly could.
"Lord Ridley. I have returned."
"Parasites often do." the dragon snapped, hardly acknowledging the myriad of anguished voices speaking within his head as anything out of the ordinary. He'd long since grown used to his colleague's unique speech pattern. "You survived the hunter?"
"No. And yes.... I could not withstand the firstborn of the chozo, but I am no flesh to be consumed. I survived... and now I return, stronger than ever. but not here..."
Ridley's grimace softened - not out of any sympathy, for he recalled the eldritch entity's arrogance too well to comfort him now for his weakness - but out of curiosity. "What." Ridley called out, straight to the point. His fellow ex-general was just used to the Dragon's clipped speech, so he understood Ridley's request immediately.
"The one that is as us but not. The hedonist with a toe in this world. The One who makes the comet fly. He has 'captured' my essence, for use in his tournament..."
"Jak's murder carnival. After last time..." Ridley's Claws scratched at the floor beneath him, cutting into the durasteel like paper from the force of barely concealed rage alone.
"enter. Join with me." the whispers came, and Ridley's crocodilian lips curled to show their myriad teeth. "Disgusting. No."
"Give me your power to exist here, and I shall give you what you want. As subordinate to your whim. and as Vengeance."
"Vengeance?"
Ridley's words were met, not with a response of words or image, but with something else. Something filled with terror and regret. a memory he wished he had the chance to forget...
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