Blast from the Past [Tag: 11th and Clara]
Jul 18, 2013 6:02:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 6:02:47 GMT -5
The first impression of this planet was that it was strangely familiar; like she had seen it in a dream or at the edge of her conscious. Long branches trees with equally long leaves draped over the forest floor, Evelyn prancing forwards with a rucksack strapped tight to her back and a serious expression on her face. This was never going to be an easy lift.
Her ship had been parked in a vacant clearing, the cloaking circuit enabled, and so she had set out. The temple was ancient and crumbling, and where golden brick once stood proudly it was now decimated and scattered in ruin. Eve picked her way methodically up the steps, heaving her body over the array of building blocks until she was at the mouth of the temple. Behind her, the forest and jungle stretched out as far as the eye could see and probably further too. The temple was elevated, protruding above the canopy like a lifeline on a rocky hill. The entrance was desolated, beckoning her; and when did Evelyn stray from a prize?
Never, that's when. With a contemplative smile, Evelyn pushed the backpack up further on her shoulder and turned to enter, casting one look across the planet as if to say goodbye. The darkness of the mouth swallowed her, and the adventure had begun.
The tunnels were winding and long catacombs, spiders webs hung like grotesque decorations and each and every step could be booby trapped. True to ancient tradition, a lit rag on the end of the stick lit the way, burning the webs of what she hoped were spiders and illuminating any potential dangers.
And, at last, there it was.
The throne room.
The woman caught her breath, staring hungrily at the idol in front of her. It would be so easy to reach out, to touch it, to take it for her own. The hand stuck out and wrapped longingly around the statue, pulling back to try and lift it off its podium. Evelyn hissed in frustration, the blasted thing was stuck. She knelt down and delved into her rucksack and brought a knife, prising the artefact from its podium and landing in her hand. It was tossed a few times in her hand to test its weight before the woman paused in her tracks.
The floor rumbled ominously, cracks appeared in the ceiling and dust and began to pour down. With a glance at the idol and then the room; Evelyn backed out and pelted down the catacombs, not staying to see the demonic like hand burst through the floor and pull itself up, followed by many more from the ceiling and walls. She did, however, hear the roar. A lingering noise, one of terrible terror and greedy hunger. Evelyn's face broke into a grin; this was more like it.
Unbeknownst to her, a circuit in her 'body' had heard the noise, matched it to a long thought dead creature and sent out a distress signal for any ships floating nearby. Oblivious, Evelyn jumped and picked her way as silently as she could through the catacombs, checking back now and again with a gleeful laugh on her lips until she reached the-
Door. Wasn't there a door there?
Evelyn paused, tracing her fingers over the brickwork. She was sure there had been an opening there, her footprints would show it. They were shown coming through the door, but a blink later a stray breeze blew the dust away. As if it was trying to make her disappear. A ear-splitting roar split the air not far behind her.
Run?
Run.
Evelyn cast one last confused look at where the door used to be before darting down the next available corridor, her eyes searching the walls for any way out and the look of awe that had been on her face being replaced with one of serious determination. The hell was going on?