2:47AM
August 24th, OE102
Egypt, Cairo
It was the dead hours of the night, when most sane people without night shifts were well asleep. And that went doubly so for those that were about to march into battle. And yet, despite still being sane - even if traumatized - Sigrid was not asleep. Far from it, she was messily tangled with her blanket that was practically glued to her skin by sweat. She twisted and turned around her bed, ever growing frustration bubbling and simmering inside her.
Ever since she and the company she found herself part of had crossed the Suez Canal from Middle East and into Egypt, Sahara’s eastern edge, Sigrid had felt like something was off. Though it took hours before she could accurately pinpoint just what; Ever since they had flew into Egypt there had been a steadily if slowly growing desire; A need, a compulsion to go into the Sahara desert. It had been largely imperceptible at first, just a small nagging at the edges of her senses. Easy to ignore. But it had grown until now, in the middle of the night, where it had grown into an overwhelming compulsion. A compulsion that was insistently battering at her head with every pulse of her heart, each beat just a tiny bit more insistent than the previous.
Finally, Sigrid had had enough. Twitching from fury, she growled, tore the blanket away from her and threw it away. Being a blanket, it barely flew and stayed on the bed, but it was enough to untangle her from its folds.
“Fine! I’ll go into the fucking desert, in the middle of the night, alone, to wherever the hell you want to me to go! Is that what you want, will you finally let me sleep afterwards!?” She yelled in to the empty air of her assigned room.
She wanted to sleep damn it!
And for a heartbeat, the persistent battering of the compulsion disappeared, but before she could as much as sigh from relief it returned. Though, while it likely was just a false thought brought about by her tired state, Sigrid could swear that it was… gentler somewhat, almost like it was sheepish.
Then again, likely not. If it would be that so easily it wouldn’t have kept bothering her well into the night. And while Sigrid couldn’t sense any hostility or malice behind the compulsion, it still was urging her to go to the middle of nowhere, which was foolhardy at the best of times.
Still, she had given her word, and the compulsion and whoever was behind it wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway. So, grumbling to herself under her breath all the while, Sigrid groggily rose up from her bed and clothed herself. Still fuming, she set out.
…Only to be accosted on her way to the hastily emergency repaired Legerior. The man approached her with clear wariness and reluctance, likely due to the groggy scowl on her face and her hair being a mess, bed hair that it was.
“...What are you doing?” He asked.
Sigrid blinked at him. She halfheartedly made a vague gesture to the west. “Oh. You know. Sensed something somewhere over there. I’ll go check it out. There’s-” A yawn interrupted her distracted explanation. “- nothing to worry about, it’s not hostile, I think.” And without waiting for a reply of any kind she continued shuffling her feet one after the other towards her Masouki.
The man let out a drawn out ‘okay’, before doing his best to drive the entire short, but weird and honestly kinda creepy encounter off of his mind. She was supposedly a witch or something, he wasn’t paid nearly enough to deal with them in the middle of the night when it had nothing to do with him. Besides, she said it was fine and he was pretty sure that as a pilot she was higher ranking than him. Nodding to himself, he went by his way. Best not to think about things that weren't his business, he wanted to sleep.
Alone in the night, Legerior finally set out of the base Sigrid and her companions had bunked in. It had received emergency repairs for their race against the time, and it was more or less in single piece and whole - though the emitters on the legs hadn’t been able to be repaired so they had been removed entirely. Nor was the Masouki uniform in color, far from it, the replacement parts that were used to attach the limbs and other pieces back into it being in numerous bright colors.
But it functioned, which was enough.
She started her journey with nothing but the vast, infinite and bright and indescribably beautiful sea of stars above her as her companions. She used no map or her sense of direction to guide her, her only guide was the compulsion, surer than any navigator, that was guiding her somewhere specific in the desert.
But she didn’t fly alone for long. The wind picked up around her, and intensified. Picking up sand from the vast desert below her, it didn’t take long for the wind to whip itself into a storm of wind and sand. But while Sigrid knew it was raging all around her, it did not hamper her in any way, if anything it instead gently nudged her further towards where she was being led. It simply obstructed her from the sight of others, it even allowed her to enjoy the starlight for the empty road.
Being in a half trance as she followed her mysterious guide, time and distance lost all meaning to Sigrid, but eventually she knew to come to a halt. Somewhere, in the middle of Sahara she had been brought to a halt in front of a sand dune that looked like every other with no special shape or form.
Just a sand dune like all the others. That just so happened to be her destination. But she had no time to ponder on the mystery as the wind picked up in front of her, quickly forming into a tornado she somehow knew was localized entirely on that one sand dune. A tornado that she could feel and practically see the vast quantities of wind prana that formed it as it drilled into the dune. A tornado so intense it only took scant few minutes for the entire massive dune of sand to be gone, only leaving behind the sheer rocky cliffside that sand dunes form on over time.
And while Sigrid’s suspicions about her caller had arisen when the sandstorm had formed around her, only now were they confirmed - or close enough besides. All her simmering anger was long gone now, replaced as it was by embarrassment and nervousness.
She had cursed and yelled at what was basically a minor god. At Sylfis. Sylfis! The spirit she had loudly and frequently declared her favorite of them all, back in the academy and the simpler, happier times that felt like another life altogether now.
Blushing heavily, Sigrid leapt to follow as the compulsion bade her to leave Legerior and step on to the rock. The spirit that was leading her could have been some other powerful wind spirit, but Sigrid did not think so. And perhaps more pressingly, did not want to believe that, just like how she did not and did not want to believe that she had been led all the way there to die in a desert all alone after being tempted and lured to leave the relative safety of a Masouki’s cockpit.
Setting foot on the cliff, Sigrid could see that there was something on the rock, and even without being pointed to she knew to get closer to it.
It was a symbol of some sort, hidden below the sand dune for who knows how long, a place where no one would ever find it without a guide to its exact location and a way to clear the dune entirely. But, either having faded with time or perhaps because the lights of the night sky weren’t enough to illuminate it enough, Sigrid could not make anything of what the symbol was meant to represent or be.
She stepped on to it.
And yelped in surprise, as a light immediately surrounded her, and in a flash, Sigrid Korppi was gone. Leaving behind the colorful Legerior CL standing on the plain rock that clashed heavily with its surroundings.
And it seemed that the wind agreed, as it picked up again and steadily, though with a far more relaxed speed picked up sand and, over the course of several hours, covered the rock with sand to form the sand dune anew, burying the Legerior alongside it.
And if the will behind the wind took some small measure of glee at the unnecessary act of burying the Legerior into the sand as well… well, there were no eye witnesses to the deed, nor would any ever know of it.
August 24th, OE102
Egypt, Cairo
Ever since she and the company she found herself part of had crossed the Suez Canal from Middle East and into Egypt, Sahara’s eastern edge, Sigrid had felt like something was off. Though it took hours before she could accurately pinpoint just what; Ever since they had flew into Egypt there had been a steadily if slowly growing desire; A need, a compulsion to go into the Sahara desert. It had been largely imperceptible at first, just a small nagging at the edges of her senses. Easy to ignore. But it had grown until now, in the middle of the night, where it had grown into an overwhelming compulsion. A compulsion that was insistently battering at her head with every pulse of her heart, each beat just a tiny bit more insistent than the previous.
Finally, Sigrid had had enough. Twitching from fury, she growled, tore the blanket away from her and threw it away. Being a blanket, it barely flew and stayed on the bed, but it was enough to untangle her from its folds.
“Fine! I’ll go into the fucking desert, in the middle of the night, alone, to wherever the hell you want to me to go! Is that what you want, will you finally let me sleep afterwards!?” She yelled in to the empty air of her assigned room.
She wanted to sleep damn it!
And for a heartbeat, the persistent battering of the compulsion disappeared, but before she could as much as sigh from relief it returned. Though, while it likely was just a false thought brought about by her tired state, Sigrid could swear that it was… gentler somewhat, almost like it was sheepish.
Then again, likely not. If it would be that so easily it wouldn’t have kept bothering her well into the night. And while Sigrid couldn’t sense any hostility or malice behind the compulsion, it still was urging her to go to the middle of nowhere, which was foolhardy at the best of times.
Still, she had given her word, and the compulsion and whoever was behind it wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway. So, grumbling to herself under her breath all the while, Sigrid groggily rose up from her bed and clothed herself. Still fuming, she set out.
…Only to be accosted on her way to the hastily emergency repaired Legerior. The man approached her with clear wariness and reluctance, likely due to the groggy scowl on her face and her hair being a mess, bed hair that it was.
“...What are you doing?” He asked.
Sigrid blinked at him. She halfheartedly made a vague gesture to the west. “Oh. You know. Sensed something somewhere over there. I’ll go check it out. There’s-” A yawn interrupted her distracted explanation. “- nothing to worry about, it’s not hostile, I think.” And without waiting for a reply of any kind she continued shuffling her feet one after the other towards her Masouki.
The man let out a drawn out ‘okay’, before doing his best to drive the entire short, but weird and honestly kinda creepy encounter off of his mind. She was supposedly a witch or something, he wasn’t paid nearly enough to deal with them in the middle of the night when it had nothing to do with him. Besides, she said it was fine and he was pretty sure that as a pilot she was higher ranking than him. Nodding to himself, he went by his way. Best not to think about things that weren't his business, he wanted to sleep.
Alone in the night, Legerior finally set out of the base Sigrid and her companions had bunked in. It had received emergency repairs for their race against the time, and it was more or less in single piece and whole - though the emitters on the legs hadn’t been able to be repaired so they had been removed entirely. Nor was the Masouki uniform in color, far from it, the replacement parts that were used to attach the limbs and other pieces back into it being in numerous bright colors.
But it functioned, which was enough.
She started her journey with nothing but the vast, infinite and bright and indescribably beautiful sea of stars above her as her companions. She used no map or her sense of direction to guide her, her only guide was the compulsion, surer than any navigator, that was guiding her somewhere specific in the desert.
But she didn’t fly alone for long. The wind picked up around her, and intensified. Picking up sand from the vast desert below her, it didn’t take long for the wind to whip itself into a storm of wind and sand. But while Sigrid knew it was raging all around her, it did not hamper her in any way, if anything it instead gently nudged her further towards where she was being led. It simply obstructed her from the sight of others, it even allowed her to enjoy the starlight for the empty road.
Being in a half trance as she followed her mysterious guide, time and distance lost all meaning to Sigrid, but eventually she knew to come to a halt. Somewhere, in the middle of Sahara she had been brought to a halt in front of a sand dune that looked like every other with no special shape or form.
Just a sand dune like all the others. That just so happened to be her destination. But she had no time to ponder on the mystery as the wind picked up in front of her, quickly forming into a tornado she somehow knew was localized entirely on that one sand dune. A tornado that she could feel and practically see the vast quantities of wind prana that formed it as it drilled into the dune. A tornado so intense it only took scant few minutes for the entire massive dune of sand to be gone, only leaving behind the sheer rocky cliffside that sand dunes form on over time.
And while Sigrid’s suspicions about her caller had arisen when the sandstorm had formed around her, only now were they confirmed - or close enough besides. All her simmering anger was long gone now, replaced as it was by embarrassment and nervousness.
She had cursed and yelled at what was basically a minor god. At Sylfis. Sylfis! The spirit she had loudly and frequently declared her favorite of them all, back in the academy and the simpler, happier times that felt like another life altogether now.
Blushing heavily, Sigrid leapt to follow as the compulsion bade her to leave Legerior and step on to the rock. The spirit that was leading her could have been some other powerful wind spirit, but Sigrid did not think so. And perhaps more pressingly, did not want to believe that, just like how she did not and did not want to believe that she had been led all the way there to die in a desert all alone after being tempted and lured to leave the relative safety of a Masouki’s cockpit.
Setting foot on the cliff, Sigrid could see that there was something on the rock, and even without being pointed to she knew to get closer to it.
It was a symbol of some sort, hidden below the sand dune for who knows how long, a place where no one would ever find it without a guide to its exact location and a way to clear the dune entirely. But, either having faded with time or perhaps because the lights of the night sky weren’t enough to illuminate it enough, Sigrid could not make anything of what the symbol was meant to represent or be.
She stepped on to it.
And yelped in surprise, as a light immediately surrounded her, and in a flash, Sigrid Korppi was gone. Leaving behind the colorful Legerior CL standing on the plain rock that clashed heavily with its surroundings.
And it seemed that the wind agreed, as it picked up again and steadily, though with a far more relaxed speed picked up sand and, over the course of several hours, covered the rock with sand to form the sand dune anew, burying the Legerior alongside it.
And if the will behind the wind took some small measure of glee at the unnecessary act of burying the Legerior into the sand as well… well, there were no eye witnesses to the deed, nor would any ever know of it.