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Episode 1: Awakening
In the waning hours of their vast empire the , the Architects of the galaxy, raced to complete, the Rys'jouna, a ship unlike any other in the universe before or since it's time. However, before it's completion the Celestials disappeared from the known universe. Their fate shrouded in mystery and their crowning achievement incomplete.
Sometime during the expansion of their Infinite Empire, a race known as the - or the Builders - discovered their former master's creation. Seeing an opportunity to expand their territories throughout the galaxy and beyond, the Rakata undertake the project of finishing what was left behind. Believing they had finished the massive ship, the Rakata attempted a test jump. The ship disappeared along with the crew scientists aboard her.
The Rys'jouna fell to history. History became legend. Legend became myth. And the Rys'jouna faded from memory never to be seen again...until today...
*Adrien gasps as his eyes open abruptly and his pod opens. He sits up and looks around quickly and with urgency**The dimly lit room with greenish hue leave little detail to be seen, there are other pods that litter the space around him though he cannot see inside of them nor can he see an exit. And then he feels the sharp piercing sting of a headache come over him**He reaches up to his head to feel wires attached to his temples and tubes being run through his nostrils. In a panic he pulls the wires from his head and then starts to slowly pull the tubes from his nose**The painful extraction is sobering and as the tube was finally removed completely the only thoughts that could occupy Adrien's head were "Where am I?" "What is this place?" "How did I get here?"
But as he tried to recall the events that lead to his arrival here he suddenly realized that those questions were just the tip of the iceberg, the more he tired to remember the more he found that he couldn't remember anything prior to this moment, waking up in the pod**In a panic he rolls out of the pod to his feet and falls to the floor as his knees buckle beneath him. As he rests on the floor scared and alone his eyes wander around as much of the room as he can see. He notices that he is wearing what appears to be white pants and a white tank top, no shoes or any obvious markings that would indicate who he might be or what he is doing in this place. After a moment of lying on the floor he pulls himself up and sits against the pod from which he came and looks around the room yet again. His heart is racing, his breathing is rapid and inconsistent, and his hands are shaking uncontrollably*
*Why couldn't he remember anything? Who he was, where he came from, why he was here, nothing. "Think, think, what's your name?" He tried desperately to think of what his name was but all he could think of was static, like there was some sort of interference that was preventing him from accessing information**He shakily pulled himself up to his knees and he peered over the pod looking for something, or someone, he didn't know. Carefully he brought his foot up and firmly planted it on the floor before he started to pull himself to his feet. His knees were weak and he could barely stay standing but he managed to. He looked around the room again as he leaned against the pod but he saw nothing* H-hello? *He called out to the darkness around him, but there was silence in return. Aside from the faint sound of machinery running in the distance he heard nothing. He was curious to know how he knew what machinery running sounded like, and for that matter what words to use in conversation. After all this in his mind was the first word that he had ever spoken, how did he know it was right? Simply, for some reason, he just knew*
*He started to walk, his steps were small and staggered as he held on to the pod to guide himself though the room, reaching out from one pod to the next to further his progress**There was a strange feeling that came over him however, the feeling that he was growing stronger. For some reason it felt like his health was being restored to him very rapidly and his legs were gaining strength because of it, he found himself relying less and less on the support of the pods and more on the support of his own two legs, which was definitely a positive thing considering he was making better progress, though he was unsure as to what he was making progress toward just yet.
As he walked the answers to his question only became more distant, the room he was in seemed to be full of pods just like the one that he had come from though many of them were open and empty, there were some that were closed but he could not see within them, nor could he read the language that was written on them. Whatever this place was it was not something that he understood nor was it someplace that he thought he could understand. He wasn't even sure why he was walking around other than he felt this compulsion to know what was going on, though the reason for the compulsion was a mystery to him, at the moment he would have preferred to stay near his pod just in case someone came by to check on him, but now that he had been walking he realized just how ridiculous that thought was, he could see no one. He was alone*
Hello? *He called out into the large room once more* Is there anyone here?