War Story

This article was written by shade000 on 2011-10-07 under Member Pages.

I quote the following message I received via email:

Shade, do ya have any war stories, you know, here on Earth, not in the astral?

If so, could you tell us, I'd like to hear about it.

 

Well, on Earth, I have been attacked by another psion no less than four times.

Only on one occasion did the battle have any significance, and last longer then a minute or two.

 

First, let me say this:

VERSE AND THE ASTRAL PLANE ARE NOT THE SAME!!!!!!!!!!

 

Okay, now that that's over with, I will say that fighting/combat is NOT fun, or heroic, it is terrifying, and, with psionics, exceedingly dangerous. Not something I would wish to repeat.

Scroll back sixteen months.

June 2009.

I am eleven years old.

In Oklahoma City, where I hail from.

There's a festive occasion going on, an arts festival I think, and I am, predictably enough, separated from my family. Now, of course, this is nothing to worry about, I would just stretch out my senses, and find them. Elementary. Not. I tried, and found myself blocked. Tried again. Epic fail.

So, thus defeated, I set out to find the source of the block. It was centered around a person, human, moving away from me very quickly. ESP is one of my better skills, and even at the age of eleven, I was quite powerful.

I rushed towards the signature, and in doing so, lost my focus on my surroundings, and this allowed my opponent to drop an illusion over me, that I was running down the street. Unbeknownst to me, I had actually stumbled into a recently closed market store, Homeland, I think. The point is, that it was closed recently enough that it's electrical system still worked.

Now, 16 months ago, I had not yet modified my eyes using bioK. Nowadays, I can see in the dark almost as well as the day. Then, however, when the illusion lifted, I was blind as a bat.

Immediately i stretched with my ESP, now functioning for some odd reason. I located a light switch, and telekinetically flipped it on. I quickly wished I didn't.

I saw my enemy, not six feet away, glowering at me, with what looked like a jing blast forming in his hands.

Now, I'm not one to toot my own horn, but, even back then, one jing blast was hardly enough to even break through my shields. Expectedly, he flung it at me, rocking me back on my heels. He then ran for the sliding automatic doors at the far end of the building, moving with supernatural speed. I'll admit, he was fast, but not fast enough. I saw the doors, engaged the locking mechanism, and thus sealed him in. I instantly cursed myself, realizing that I was now stuck in a room with a deadly enemy, of unknown origin.

He glared at me, and bum-rushed me.

The only option at this point was an immobilization field-a combination of an aero choke, and a telekinetic restraint. He was far stronger than I had thought, and after twenty seconds or so of fighting me, I gave up, and he rushed towards me once more. At this point, I realized just how dire my situation was, and used the only option available.

The death field is a tech taught to me by my mentor, shortly before he died in a freak car accident. I'm not going to say how it is done. Suffice it to say that everything within ten meters is enveloped in dark energy, which can very quickly become lethal. He staggered, and I could see his shields falter, then fail. He collapsed unconscious in a heap on the cement floor.

I took one last look:

Thirty years old, or thereabouts. Six feet tall. Black hair, shoulder length. That was all I got to see.

I then took off like a bat out of Hell.

To this day, I still have an unmistakeable feeling that I will see him again.

I have no ideas as to his identity, or his motivations.

The mystery surrounding this serves to cloak the story in my memory, and I rarely think of it.

-Shade

Et Ducit Mundum Per Luce

 

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