He's expecting to find himself crumpled in some weird position in an escape pod, which should be buried halfway into the ground by now. The last few seconds he can remember the thing spinning out of control after clipping...what had that been? A mountain, maybe? The last minute or two of his return trip to Pandora had happened so quickly, he couldn't remember much of anything, other than the white hot glow coming from the outside of the pod as he returned. Rhys had been falling, and then he hit, and then nothing. Blank.
With a groan, he finally comes around, opening his eyes. Just as quickly as he opens them, he squeezes them shut with a small sound of protest. Bright light assaults his eyes, making his return to the conscience an absolute eyesore. Literally. He turns his head to the right, tries again. Still way too goddamn bright. Is he dead...? Third time he opens his eyes, Rhys can notice things outlining. The white light fades to show some kind of room. Oh, good. So he's not dead.
No, wait a second. Not good. Something isn't right.
It's not like he landed in Pandora's greatest hotel; even though it was spotty, Rhys knew that he crashed somewhere rocky. Dirty. Not in a place like this.
Rhys stumbles to his feet, which is something he regrets. Pain shoots up his left leg, enough to make him curse and stumble. Unfortunately, when he does, something catches his leg hard enough to bring Rhys right back down to the floor. Cue swearing fest, round two.
He shakes his head hard enough to make his head hurt. Rhys frowns, glancing to see what in the hell caused him to fall so damn hard...and screams.
There, right by his foot, is a dead body.
Okay, sure. He's seen more than enough dead bodies. After ejecting the entire company of Hyperion from their space station, he was bound to find a few bodies. And in the past week or so, Rhys has seen enough shooting and shit to last him an entire lifetime or two. But he still screams.
When he tries to crawl away, he notices that there's something clenched so tightly in his hand, it takes him a second or two to get his fingers to uncurl. There, in his hand, is one of his socks.
His heart sinks to his toes. The fabric is stretched far beyond anything wearable, and it's wet. Wet with what, he doesn't want to know. When Rhys looks down, he sees that indeed, his shoe is nowhere to be found (bummer), and his foot is bare. Oh jesus.
Weird.
Okay. Okay, Rhys. This person is probably dead because they crashed their escape pod weird...in this equally (if not more) weird place. There has to be an explanation for this. Of course, he had to worry about finding his friends. And making sure that Jack was completely gone. Helios was out of the question, so there wasn't any reason why not. Okay, Rhys. Breathe.
The sounds of a door opening close by scares him half to death. Opening? Doors? He manages to get up to his knees, squinting as the bright light assaulted his eyes for the third time. ]
rhys | tales from the borderlands
[ When Rhys wakes up, he wakes up hard.
He's expecting to find himself crumpled in some weird position in an escape pod, which should be buried halfway into the ground by now. The last few seconds he can remember the thing spinning out of control after clipping...what had that been? A mountain, maybe? The last minute or two of his return trip to Pandora had happened so quickly, he couldn't remember much of anything, other than the white hot glow coming from the outside of the pod as he returned. Rhys had been falling, and then he hit, and then nothing. Blank.
With a groan, he finally comes around, opening his eyes. Just as quickly as he opens them, he squeezes them shut with a small sound of protest. Bright light assaults his eyes, making his return to the conscience an absolute eyesore. Literally. He turns his head to the right, tries again. Still way too goddamn bright. Is he dead...? Third time he opens his eyes, Rhys can notice things outlining. The white light fades to show some kind of room. Oh, good. So he's not dead.
No, wait a second. Not good. Something isn't right.
It's not like he landed in Pandora's greatest hotel; even though it was spotty, Rhys knew that he crashed somewhere rocky. Dirty. Not in a place like this.
Rhys stumbles to his feet, which is something he regrets. Pain shoots up his left leg, enough to make him curse and stumble. Unfortunately, when he does, something catches his leg hard enough to bring Rhys right back down to the floor. Cue swearing fest, round two.
He shakes his head hard enough to make his head hurt. Rhys frowns, glancing to see what in the hell caused him to fall so damn hard...and screams.
There, right by his foot, is a dead body.
Okay, sure. He's seen more than enough dead bodies. After ejecting the entire company of Hyperion from their space station, he was bound to find a few bodies. And in the past week or so, Rhys has seen enough shooting and shit to last him an entire lifetime or two. But he still screams.
When he tries to crawl away, he notices that there's something clenched so tightly in his hand, it takes him a second or two to get his fingers to uncurl. There, in his hand, is one of his socks.
His heart sinks to his toes. The fabric is stretched far beyond anything wearable, and it's wet. Wet with what, he doesn't want to know. When Rhys looks down, he sees that indeed, his shoe is nowhere to be found (bummer), and his foot is bare. Oh jesus.
Weird.
Okay. Okay, Rhys. This person is probably dead because they crashed their escape pod weird...in this equally (if not more) weird place. There has to be an explanation for this. Of course, he had to worry about finding his friends. And making sure that Jack was completely gone. Helios was out of the question, so there wasn't any reason why not. Okay, Rhys. Breathe.
The sounds of a door opening close by scares him half to death. Opening? Doors? He manages to get up to his knees, squinting as the bright light assaulted his eyes for the third time. ]
H-Hello?