Yet again as if it was a pattern the darkness was interrupted with a small gleam of light shining in the center,as if it has come to find you.
It radiates this warm feeling than the cold nothingness the darkness offers.
Without much thought you follow and reach out for this light.In response it shines bigger and brighter,spreading warmth through your wires and circuits to your veins.
Your eyes find themselves opening,not to the fluorescent humming LED lights of your ship but to a warm grey sky.
You can feel again,though with the hollow remnants of what happened only lasts like a sting or sore.
You can feel that you are laying down on a vegetated area,most likely a grass field as you could feel the blades of grass coated in morning dew within your metal limbs and coat.Aswell as the grass poking into the view of your vision I'm the corners.
But you are not in your ship.
A tired sigh escape him when the familiar void of where his left arm was alerted to him. All of his other limbs seemed intact though, staring down at the intricacies of how his hand worked proved that.
He had… died— yet he still remained?
Through every system he knew how to accsess, they all told him he was fine—save for the arm. Disconcerting was how it felt though, no matter how physically well he felt a subsiding blanket of numbness clouded his mind.
“H-*….Hello?” The Skitarii’s voice was small, not a lick of fear in it. He hoped.
