BANG blood ran down a wall as a man bounced off of it. "F*CK ,i swear to God I'm going to ki-" a dark skinned man said as he reached for his gun his eyes shining with a crimson light, he froze, his gun wasn't there, and he wasn't where he remembered. He scanned his surroundings and found it was dark, metallic, industrial. This is not where he went to sleep. Who got to him this time? How did they get him? What did he do to piss these particular people off?
A prison? No, this was far to comfortable, it looked more like crew quarters , it was lit by a dim red light and had bunk beds on both the left and right wall to his front sat a bulkhead, defenetly airtight. Next to the door between the wall and the bunk bed sat a rectangle with uniforms. And behind him sat 2 desks with chairs, no drawers.
Was he on a ship, plasuble but there was no steady hum of engines and no matter how big a ship was if it was running you would hear it and if it wasn't running the ship would rock, but he wasn't, he could neither hear nor feel anything. Was he in a bunker? More likely, the red lights would signify a major problem and that's why everyone left but why was there no alarm? If the lights had power the the alarms would as well, but bunkers were made of primary concrete, this room was pure metal.
He was on a ship,the man's eyes narrowed, as he tried to feel anything, but he couldn't no vibration and no rocking, not even the miniscule amount he had come to expect from large seafaring vessels at breakneck speeds. What caused him to hit the wall? And why was in a position to hit the wall like that? The man pondered it for a couple seconds before moving to size up the uniforms in he closet, examining the insignias, to his astonishment he recognized none of the patches or markings on the uniform. That was a surprise to the man because he spend his life dealing with men in uniform and knowing what patches ment what saved his life many times.
What was more astonishing that the weird patches was the material, it was soft light, elastic and it didn't tear when he pulled almost like a wetsuit but it was firmer an it felt different, rougher, a completely different material with similar properties, intriguing, but the man didn't linger on the oddity instead he slipped into one of the uniforms, it was lose, and the lines on the uniform suggested whoever was wearing his before was taller and more muscular that he was, that was also a surprise, the man stood at 6 foot 3 inches and was all lean muscle, the clothes size was fine on its own but the fact that all the clothes on the rack were of similar size and lines is what worried him, he could be in a freak area where the tallest and most muscular people stayed but how likely was that? At this point the more this room showed the more danger he felt he was in, but that could be the point.
The man walked over to the desk and threw it down onto the floor creating a loud noise then pressed himself against the wall next to the door and waited, 5 minutes, 10, 15 he heard nothing from the opposite side. The man considered his options and chose to open the door slowly, the hallway it led to was drenched in the dim glow of red lights, he immediately changed his assumption of him being on a ship. This place was far to large to be a ship and far to fortified to be a Surface building. He must be in a bunker of some sort the hallway had bulkheads periodically placed like a waterborne vessle, defenetly military, the minimalist dark colors gave that away. The man wanted to look for a map but this was clearly a high level military installation, maps would not be available in this area.
A high pitched whining sound came from behind the man and he froze turning around slowly to see a turret floating in the air behind him. it's barrel aimed at him as a high pitched whine of something requiring a lot of energy powering up, he suddenly felt uncomfortable from top to bottom before the drone let out garbeled noise a synthetic voice eventually replacing it.
"Jgdjudbrejei kxhebfkcusbskdb jdgdbekfhzver....figsrbcusgrove ixfenfu fiebrkfhe jchebf osuw dish" the robot spoke in a language that it clearly expected him to know, he didn't, so he decided to act tired as that seemed to be the best option, confusion would be met with direction and he didn't want that he wanted time.
The man blinked slowly nodding his head letting his eyelids droop, it wasn't hard to act tired, he was almost always sleep deprived, the robot bleeped out another noise in a language he still didn't understand and turned around slowly floating away, the man followed the turret at an even slower pace progressively getting slower to observe the surroundings unfortunately the robotic turret had other ideas and stoped completely poping out 4 rods 2 on the top and 2 flat ones on the bottom, the top 2 bars had handprints In them that glowed white and the bottom 2 hadboth footprints. The man looked at this and without hesitation hoped on as he was unarmed in a space with technology 1,000+ years beyond his understanding.
The floating turret/transportation took off at such a speed that a bubble of something needed to be formed around them to protect the rider from airflow, they were moving so fast that the man couldnt see anything around them.