The Nimbus-class vessel decended quickly upon the planet, landing swiftly on it's surface. Only a couple meters away stood two Ranger Elites
, behind them were two Banshee's
which they had come down to the planet on.
Cyphon opened the hatch of the fighter, leaping out, he approached the two. They quickly stood to attention, one stepping forward with something in his hands.
"Sir, the gauntlet that we used to contain it in," he stated, indicating the strange metal wrist device, similar to bracers, only with more switches and buttons, along with dozens of readouts.
Cyphon nodded, "good, now I'll be heading out, you stay here." He commanded the two, they nodded, and turned, walking back towards their Banshee's. Cyphon slipped the 'gauntlet'
on, it beeped in confirmation, a small disc-shaped pad slid out over his palm. Cyphon turned, walking away towards the closest outcropping of hills, if they could be called hills.
After he was on the largest hill, Cyphon stared around, the Banshee's and their pilots seemed like toys in the distance, along with his fighter. Cyphon pressed a button on the gauntlet, "construct, tell me if you can pinpoint...'High Charity'
," he asked it, though it was a test question, even Cyphon could pinpoint it, it was plain as day right above his head.
"Mark-115-80-0, high altitude, upwards," came the answer, the voice was slightly robotic, and very staticy, not to mention etchy and drauling. It showed Cyphon that it was repaired, but it was still having corruption issues, as he could tell from the voice.
"Good, now tell me....where the nearest livable world is," he asked it. It whirred, several readings spiked as it processed, trying to find the answer.
"Undeterminate...head to higher point for better system readout," it stated. Cyphon frowned, but comlplied, he understood that getting readings out here would be difficult. Cyphon looked around, he spotted a mountain in the vast distance, though it didn't seem too big, it was farther than he assumed.
After more than three hours of walking, Cyphon was finally at the base of the mountain. Cyphon stared up in shock and amazement, the mountain was...huge
, enormous! Bigger than any mountain he'd seen in a long time. 'I have to climb...this!'
He thought to himself. Cyphon just sighed, he crouched down, then with one bounding leap, and with the force gathered round him, he leapt through the air, soaring up several feet up the mountain side, reducing a small bit of distance to the top.
After many long, arduous minutes of leaping, crawling, and climbing, and falling twice nearly down the entire side of the mounain, he reached the top. He turned around, looking across the vast expanse of the flat, dusty, red planet, he could no longer see the two Elites and their Banshee's, nor his ship.
Cyphon turned slowly, studying the landscape, when his gaze fell on a huge basin, or crater in the middle of the mountain peek. As if an enormous meteor or asteroid had struck the top of the mountain creating a bowl on it's top.
Cyphon's brows arched in surprise, but he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Cyphon raised his wrist towards his face, speaking into the gauntlet, "construct, can you pinpoint a livable world now?" He asked curiously.
The gauntlet's readouts spiked even higher this time. "Scans insufficiant, cannot read beyond certain radious, even by relaying through space station's equipment. No livable worlds found within radious...sorry," the last part of the statement caught Cyphon by surprise, the construct was indeed repairing itself, it's voice had changed drastically since he last heard from it; it sounded more...femanine, and the static was dissapating, along with the deeper drauling lag. Not only that, but it was taking on a personality, and it was becoming independant, because it self imposed the choose to use 'High Charity's'
"Er, it's alright...can you at least tell me the general layout of where we are?" He asked.
The contrust didn't take as long to process this question, "cannot identify planetary system. Having difficulty deciphering region. But," the construct paused in it's processing. "Turn," it told Cyphon, he arched a single eyebrow in question at the seeming command, but he complied, turning in the direction of the basin within the mountain top. "Landmass resembles memory that is corrupt...attempting to decontaminate memory of landmass....please wait.....keep waiting......data, cannot be restored in sufficient time, some was restored though," it told Cyphon, who listened on in surprise and amusement.
"Get me a better view," it told him, it's voice was now near perfect, almost sounding exactly like a normal human female. Cyphon raised his arm towards the basin, the processor began to spike drastically, then from a holo projector in the disc-like pad on his palm came a flash of a figure. Cyphon jumped slightly, the figure came and went so quick it was hard to make out, it was definately femanine, and it was shaded a bluish-violet color. But that's all he could tell; then from the gauntlet came a quick cracked laugh, Cyphon was certainly shocked and bemused.
The construct was certainly repairing and progressing well, it had fixed it's voice, it had taken on personality - probably one it had before - it had attempted to take on form, and now it was laughing at his little jump of surprise, it was even repairing it's laugh as it giggled at him, he could tell because the laugh's tone was switching from low to high, and inbetween as it went on.
"Memory uncertain, planet identification is unretrievable, landmass's name is contaminated, name is....Mons......Something Mons? Landmass not mountain...landmass is a dead volcano, assumptions indicate this is largest volcano in planetary system...need memory repair, and verification to prove this," came a serious response.
Cyphon stared at the basin, which he identified as a cauldera now, he got serious too, this was good, in time the contruct would have most of it's memory back, and if it could identify the volcano, then it could identify the planet, then the system, and with that it could lead the fleet to a livable world. "Um...thanks," Cyphon said turning back in the direction he came.
After several more hours of trecking down the volcano, and back over the ladscape, he came to his ship, the Elites stood loyaly, and patiently for him, when they saw him they waved in his direction, he waved back. Cyphon heard the construct grumble at the sight of them, Cyphon ignored it for the moment. Cyphon mounted his ship, closing the hatch, while the Elites entered their Banshee's.
The three vessels lifted off from the planet's surface, the two Banshee's escorting Cyphon back to his flagship, then heading off to Jhon's ship from which they came when he successfully landed. Cyphon got out of the Nimbus-class craft drowsily, he was tired, the planet was hotter than expected, and climbing a mountain didn't help.
Cyphon headed to his quarters, not even bothering to remove the spacial combat suit, he fell on his bed, falling asleep immediately.
Edit: - ((Bonus Hint/Question: Can you guys figure out what planet we're orbiting? I'm pretty certain you'll figure it out quickly D_L, so don't blurt it out! If you guys can figure it out, then PM me, and I'll confirm or denie your suspicion/answer.
@D_L - I just realised my RP has a name similar to yours, I'm sorry, I'll change it if you want me to.))