Maestro

Develop the idea more, then when you're finished your program, pitch it to a game studio you got hired to work for once you've worked there for awhile. The reason why I say that is because if you start spreading the idea around, saying "oh yeah, I've got an idea for a game that's a real winner," a game studio may end up stealing it and claim it as their own. Keep it under wraps until you're ready to pitch it or construct the game yourself.

Frederik gazed at the metallic hunchback, who stomped their way back to the light field it stood on before. Another being appeared out of the maelstrom behind him. He turned around, quickly asking, "What is this place?!" The creature pointed with its blade arm towards a massive hovering structure in the distance. "The answers you seek can be found in the Library," it said in a feminine voice. "However, something has been attacking it in your absence, Master Frederik." Unlike everything else he had seen so far, which was sharp and triangular in shape, this structure was spherical. It possessed veins of light which lacked any symmetry and were placed with no rhyme or reason. The light lines in the front of the structure pulsated more frequently than the rest. The light in the veins appeared to have a reddish tinge to it, which turned violet as it got farther away from the middle. It consumed most of the horizon. "You had better check it out, sire," the metallic creature stated. "We have been trying to fix it, but to no avail." "Fix what? And why does everyone around here call me Sir?" "The monitor has neglected to maintain a specific node within the Domain. Only you can rectify the problem," it told Frederik. "You should know why you are called Sir, Sir Frederik." It looked at one of the smaller maelstroms. "Step into that portal. It will take you to the Library." He walked over to the portal, and stepped inside. On the other end, he stood at the base of the Library. He looked back at the portal. The area he once was appeared as a dot above a gargantuan storm, swirling and toiling below everything. It stretched as far as the eye could see. He swung back around, and ventured his way into the building in front of him. OOC: Dust Hunter, you've got physical control over Frederik right now, as he's KO'd in Tai's grip. Please be gentle. (as in no dismembering or killing him)

Frederik found himself face-down on the floor. He struggled to tilt his head upward, only to find himself in an impeccable metallic foyer. Violet stripes of light lined and brightened the surrounding environment. Peculiar stannic beings of tremendous stature stomped about. The Spartan clawed his way upright, and stumbled about. One of the unusual mechanisms looked at him. It stood much taller than him, and possessed a hunched back. Its right arm was nothing more than a purple blade. "Where am I?" Frederik asked the being. It opened its face plate, revealing a glowing violet skull and belting out a deafening screech. "You know this place better than anyone, Sir Frederik," it replied in a deep masculine voice. It sealed its face plate, and resumed wandering about. Frederik gazed at his surroundings. Purple pulses resonated through the luminous veins. Small robots hovered about, paying no mind to the black armoured man. Three electrified maelstroms leading into the abyss swirled and toiled within the constraints of two struts, one on each side. The stannic creature that he spoke to walked in, and disappeared instantaneously with a whoosh. Hesitantly, he followed the being into the contained void. He ended up in another area, similar to the last. More metallic hunchbacks milled about. Some stood on nothing more than light. Two beings propelled spiked orbs vast distances, only to have iron canine-like creatures chase after them. They picked up the orbs and darted back to the hunchbacks. One spotted the human, and dashed over to him. It jumped up on him, knocking him over. Its head fired orange bolts at his face, but he felt nothing. Its stannic owner teleported over, and screeched at the metal hound. It jumped off, and let out tinny barking noises. "Don't worry about him, Sir Frederik, she's just a puppy," the owner said calmly. Glowing orange liquid coated his visor. "Okay..." he said uneasily. He wiped the goo off, and climbed back on his feet.

Frederik looked down at the planet below him. It rotated in his vision as his breath fogged up the visor in front of his face. He called this planet home now, but could never think of it as home. The continents were all unfamiliar to him. The wreckage of human and alien technology floated perfectly above its atmosphere. The scars of battles fought three years ago were still as noticeable now as they were back then. This was the planet his species protected at all costs. "This is where everything ended..." he murmured. The images of those alien monsters that attacked his home planet four years ago flickered through his mind. He looked up towards the stars. They spun around in circles, little sapphires and rubies hanging in the void of space. "I wonder what else is out there..." "Whoa - Sergeant MacMillan - where're you goin', man?" the foreman squawked over comms, yanking Frederik back towards the project at hand. "We gotta finish repairin' this - ODST! If you ain't careful, you're gonna plummet straight towards - Infinity!" He paused for a second, then continued, "There's only one guy who survived a fall from - home? - and he died in 2553 savin' us from space monkeys!" Frederik looked at the foreman, who handed him a soldering iron. "If we have every guy fallin' from orbit cuz that cyborg survived, we're gonna wind up with a lotta dead - cocoa - got it?! Now let's finish repairing these wire connections. Any chatter being rerouted through this thing'll get lost if we don't! The UNSC's counting on us!" Samantha's face appeared in his head. He blinked, and the picture of the red-haired teenager disappeared. "Got it," Frederik replied. OOC: Fun fact, listened to this song while composing this post.

Frederik shook and fidgeted, trying to get Tai's vice-like grip off his neck. He looked over and tried biting him, only to realize he still had his helmet on. He flailed his arms and legs about, kicking a Grunt in the face and knocking its respirator off. The little alien scrambled to pick its lifeline back up, when another one of its kind found it and handed it to him. He chattered at Frederik, pointing his Needler at him. Out of nowhere, he felt a sudden blunt strike to the back of his head. His shields popped, and his consciousness lapsed. The attacking Elite walked beside Tai, wielding a Storm Rifle. "Is that better?" he growled in Sangheili. The Spartan's limbs went limp. "Sa... man... tha..." Frederik whimpered. Then another Spartan appeared, knocking the sword out of an Elite's hand, ready to try and fight off the teeming horde that brought him down. He looked up. "Why... why would someone help... me?" he thought, before drifting off into the recesses of his own mind. OOC: That is, assuming that Desmond is trying to save Frederik.

"I know I'm dead. You will be too if you don't destroy that Pelican that landed," Frederik stated. "I'm not dead though. We aren't dead. I know!" He shook his head erratically, this time clutching his helmet with both hands. The megalopolis of New Alexandria sprawled below. Frederik sat on the ground and looked at the skyscrapers which breached the atmosphere's abode. "I only moved here two years ago... I'm still not used to how big it is," the young red-haired girl said. Frederik looked over at her, then down at her hand. She fidgeted. Her hair danced with the wind, obscuring her face. "Sure is beautiful, eh? Kinda like..." Frederik stared at his feet and hesitated. "Kinda like you..." he mumbled. The girl's head shook. She turned towards Frederik. Half of her face was replaced with an Elite's face, parted by a large plasma burn mark. "Are you blushing, Freddy?" the Elite half of her face asked in a dulcet voice. "Did you let me die?" the human half inquired with a snarl. A flash. "No, I didn't! Forgive me!" Frederik started stabbing at the air in front of him. "Leave me alone, Samantha!!"

Frederik whirled his head back and forth, looking at the horde of invaders surrounding him. He saw some Grunts stray too close, and swung his knife at them. "Get back!" They stepped back, and jabbered in foreign tongues. He looked around. If he ran, he was dead. If he stayed, he was as good as dead. His radar was filled with red dots, and more were on the way. He looked at his primary opponent, and snickered. "Y'know, we got a lot in common, don't we?" Frederik asked.

Frederik attempted to roll out of the way, only to have his right forearm and lower back rub up against the energized blade. Not as painful as taking the full brunt of the slash, but it hurt more than enough. He screeched in agony, and scrambled to get back on his feet. Once again, he gauged the distance between him and his attacker. He holstered the Fuel Rod Gun, and drew his kukri. "Let's go, Squidward!" His head twitched. "It hurts... Freddy... help... me..." a young girl said, lying on the ground bleeding. "No- ... - you can't die!" a young man fumbled around, before pulling out a bouquet of flowers. "I-I got these for you!" "They're... beautiful... I... I..." the girl couldn't draw another breath to finish her sentence. A flash flickered. "Samantha!!!" Frederik screamed, the word echoing through the facility once again. His grip on his blade tightened. His upper body trembled. His right arm shook violently. "Why can't you leave me alone?! You're dead, you're not here!!"

OOC: True enough, but you were coming in for an attack though so I reacted with some judo. Forgive me for being rusty at the art of RP, it has been at least a year since I last did anything of the sort... IC: "Argh!" Frederik's head bounced with each Carbine shot. "I'll cook you f***ers up like KFC!" He pulled out his Fuel Rod Gun, and got a shot off towards the marksmen and a shot to the Grunts before focusing back on the sword-wielding Elite. "Where were we? Fighting Squidward! Wasn't talkin' to you!!" He gauged the distance between him and Tai for a split-second, determining if using the radioactive, explosive weapon over his shoulder was a good idea. Quickly he stepped back, but lost his footing on the pill bottle that escaped from his bag of tricks. It flew through the air towards his foe as the Spartan landed on his butt. The Spartan's trigger finger commanded the Fuel Rod Gun to fire another shot, sailing past Tai. He looked up at the alien now standing far taller than him. He gazed at him. "Take him to evac- ... - now!!" a man in a suit exclaimed. A white flash flickered. "Mom! Dad! Hurry!!" a young man motioned his arms towards him in a panic. Another flash. "Not now, mommy, not now!!!" Frederik shrieked. He kicked the other Elite head and clawed at his own helmet with his free hand. His words echoed through the facility.