03-29-2005, 05:44 PM
Shape changing was like breathing for the Skrull race. It was second nature for the interstellar species. But to have that ability suddenly stripped away was beyond unsettling, it was downright terrifying. And the fact that 'Vok was seemingly going to die at the hands of a two faced Sh'iar because of it made it much much worse.
In the green skinned Guardian's head, the feathered guard stood over him with gun drawn. In actuality there were no Sh'iar within ten parsecs of Earth, but 'Vok's fear toxin soaked brain couldn't rationalize that at the moment. The drug made him see terrors of all kinds. The ghosts that flitted about the room materialized in his dilusion as fellow inmates scrambling for their lives. His teammates took the shape of the fallen which had already sucumbed to the phantom guards. The entire scene was made up of 'Vok's worst fears rearranging the rwality of the situation around him.
'Vok knew he was dead. If he couldn't hide he had no hope. But then, just as the toxin began to grow inert in his system, an idea dawned on him. he could still fight. He might not be able to hide from the carnage, but if he rushed the Sh'iar, he might stand a chance. With the samll fraction of sanity that was beginning to return to him, 'Vok clamored to his feet, sidestepped the aliens blaster and threw his shoulder as hard as he could in the guards direction. But as he was about to connect, the fear toxin diminished even further, allowing 'Vok to see the true face of his persuer. It was De who held the gun which was now moving towards its holster. The very gun that in De's own delusion had been trained on the vampiric horde. But until now 'Vok could only see it as a Sh'iar guard moving in for the kill. This wasn't going to be pretty.
In the green skinned Guardian's head, the feathered guard stood over him with gun drawn. In actuality there were no Sh'iar within ten parsecs of Earth, but 'Vok's fear toxin soaked brain couldn't rationalize that at the moment. The drug made him see terrors of all kinds. The ghosts that flitted about the room materialized in his dilusion as fellow inmates scrambling for their lives. His teammates took the shape of the fallen which had already sucumbed to the phantom guards. The entire scene was made up of 'Vok's worst fears rearranging the rwality of the situation around him.
'Vok knew he was dead. If he couldn't hide he had no hope. But then, just as the toxin began to grow inert in his system, an idea dawned on him. he could still fight. He might not be able to hide from the carnage, but if he rushed the Sh'iar, he might stand a chance. With the samll fraction of sanity that was beginning to return to him, 'Vok clamored to his feet, sidestepped the aliens blaster and threw his shoulder as hard as he could in the guards direction. But as he was about to connect, the fear toxin diminished even further, allowing 'Vok to see the true face of his persuer. It was De who held the gun which was now moving towards its holster. The very gun that in De's own delusion had been trained on the vampiric horde. But until now 'Vok could only see it as a Sh'iar guard moving in for the kill. This wasn't going to be pretty.