Shi'Adoadha Collection
Various bits of footage, transcripts, and data received from Shi'Adoadha, the abandoned eatharyian pocket realm...
Author's Notes
Big WIP this one's a mess but comes chronologically first so it's at the top.
Opening Scene
[The blogger's first bit of footage of the crew trying to fix one of the gates. The mechanic, Fujhei, and Kaivex are working on it under the watchful eye of a security official. Kaivex hides her face, Fujhei gets a little shock form some accessory wiring.]
A sizable section of the wall above the cluttered desk sprung to life in the form of a rectangle of dull light from beneath the protective outer layer. General wear and tear- scratches, stains, what could be some sort of burn- distorted the image, but the quality and resolution remained quite high.
The screen displayed a purple haired gentleman facing a camera, “//There we go.” The focus shifted easily to another scene taking place nearby; amid a backdrop of what could best be described as a hyper-modern empty lot surrounded by dense rainforest was a massive... Well, gate, something round and metallic and sci-fi-y as hell, though a little less alien looking than, say, a Stargate. At one side, tablet in hand hooked up to the massive thing, was a little Asian woman, perhaps in her 30s, with fiery red hair, tied back in a ponytail. She glanced over, noticed the camera, and instantly looked away, trying to hide her face.
On the other side was a tall woman with long blonde and pink hair adorned with a few tool belts and a bag slung around her shoulder. She was giving instructions to her companion as she scrolled through something on her phone- or what certainly looked like a smartphone, anyway.
Her companion was none other than Fujhei, who was tampering with a bundle of wires. He looked at least a few years younger, with well-kept hair, formal, albeit somewhat over the top clothing, and his signature glasses- in one piece, displaying some sort of information on one lens.
“//And you said to try- Ah!” Fujhei dropped the wire as he received a bit of a shock.
“//Oops; sorry, not that one.” The mechanic told him, “//It’s actually the one furthest to the right…”
“//Haha, I’m- I’m not used to doing much more than the calculations on these things..”
Notably, Fujhei lacked his usual stutter. The words were foreign, but the sounds that made them up were familiar.
A uniformed woman approached the cameraman and spoke to him. A short conversation ensued, and then the clip ended.