When their companion stepped through, The Watcher stepped in behind her. They only had to duck ever so slightly, a difference and a rare sight. Being around human structures had made them more appreciative of being out in the open.
When The Watcher had stepped through and was clear of the portal, the thing was deactivated. There was a slight whoosh as the portal closed and a bit of a fizz, but that was it. They were surprised the tech was still usable after all this time. It was rare that they used and while they’d had to fix it a couple of times to work out some kinks, The Watcher had always assumed it would fail one day and they wouldn’t be able to get it working again. It would be the end of their ‘friendship’ with The Overseer if it happened.
Their attention was snapped back to where the present time when their companion spoke. “The Eridians named them the Proving Grounds.” What constitued as eyes scanned the area. It looked no different to a multitude of places scattered across Pandora or Eden-6 if they were lucky. “They are a place unto themselves.”
Taking the opportunity, The Watcher started a gentle stroll forwards, hoping the woman would follow them. Figuring that she would anyway, The Watcher continued. They couldn’t give too much away, not yet, but the bare essentionals felt necessary. “They were created to give the Eridians and the Guardians a way to test themselves against the many creatures they may face, hence the name.” The Eridians were a creative bunch when naming things. To the point it almost seemed ironic. “They are overseen by The Overseer.” Case in point.
Their slow pace eventually brought the pair around a corner. Concrete steps sloaped upwards towards an almost windowlike, rectangular shape for someone to walk through. There was, however, a blue forcefield blocking them from walking through it. Floating just in front of this, was The Overseer.
“Humans have the potential find these places too, but they have not found the right tools to do so yet.” The Watcher stopped not too far from the concrete steps. Their neck craned so that their mask could face their companion. “We do not have to fight here, yet I figured it might help you relax to be away from a proper planet.”
“Ah, pocket dimensions,” Kar noted brightly, as one expected a life full of xenostudies and exotech research to respond. “Given the construction of the Vaults themselves…it would make sense the technology could be harnessed in other ways…”
Kwa Infinity Gates worked in a similar fashion, using the pocket dimensions as sort of corridor, allowing them to travel to planets without the use of starships– assuming the planet or space station had a gate installed. A gift from one of her distant relatives when they uplifted them, no doubt.
“I mean, I shouldn’t complain, ‘cause I got a whole planet no one can access…” Kar began, looking around at the greenery once more. “But a whole pocket dimension free of the laws of spacetime would be pretty sweet…”
Mortis still had the chance of the occasion wayward starship landing upon its surface, and then some, but a place only accessible by her for her? If only. She’d probably never leave.
“I would much rather rest. Perhaps meditate upon things. I suspect we will have enough fill for battle sooner than we think.”
This place a peculiar sort of gravity, a draw in the Force that she’d only experienced in the fringe world, in the metaphysical realm known as beyond shadows– perhaps a pocket dimension in itself…
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