A/N She's back! AhhAhhakhdjkagf have some Gibson angst :D
Shock ran though the black monkey and removed his hand from Gibson's forehead.
Now it all made sense to him.
Gibson's headaches.
The insomnia.
The food that was left on the desk to rot of the scientist every day.
The few but troublesome seizures.
It was all connected after all.
"Mandarin," Antauri whispered. "What did you do?" the second in command looked at the blue sleeping monkey on the medical bed. Who was sleeping peacefully.
Flashback
Planet Cararadal
The Varan Mystics - Student Room 4-A
"Students," Master Zan, the master in the Power Primate began. "Today we will do something new,"
Mandarin and Antauri looked up, eager to hear what they would learn now.
"We will meditate with the Power Primate," a groan could be heard. "…on seeing each other memories."
That spiked their attention.
"This however, is one of the other sides of the force within us. The side that is hard to control. Yet once mastered, could be very useful, yet very dangerous."
He put his hands behind his back and walked towards them.
"The mind is a fragile place, taint a place with memories would made them go black." He warned.
The white robed teacher looked down at the grinning orange monkey.
"With almost no way turning back."
The two cybernetic monkey looked at each other. Why would they learn something like that if it was that dangerous?
"Where or on who would you want us to practice this on?" Questioned Antauri.
"Isn't that oblivious? On your partner."
End Flashback
Antauri knew the side effects of the memory spell.
He paled, what happened then? Even if the memories were whipped out, the second in command had no proof.
No proof to convince the other members of the team that Gibson was in danger.
Did Gibson know?
He must have noticed something was wrong? Right?
The black monkey walked to the computer in corner. Turning it on with one hand wave, using the Power Primate as he did.
He scrolled though some data, looking into the history of what the computer was used for. Maybe the blue monkey ran a test on himself, trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
The yellow eyed monkey paused on a single link.
There were the entries of Gibson logbook.
The videotaped entries that the blue monkey always did before he went to sleep.
The journal of their scientist.
Antauri hesitated, and bit his lip. He couldn't look though that, there might be personal things in there. Personal thoughts and feelings.
He glanced at the blue monkey, laying limp on the research bed.
He shook his head.
'I'm sorry my friend, I need to know when this started, and how bad this situation is.' he thought.
He let his hand wave over the screen, and the password appeared on the screen in little stars. No hacking skills were needed for him with this system.
'LovingBannanas12…, creative. Otto must've set that one for him' a small smile grew on his face at the kindness that the mechanic gave to all of them.
He scrolled down the list of entry's to the newer ones and randomly clicked a few.
Entry 119: Titled as "Missing pieces"
Entry 124: Gibson explained a mission that didn't even happen.
Antauri frowned again, concern filling him.
Entry's 126, 131 and 133 were the same, events that didn't even exist.
Entry 137: Tuesday… Complains about the burned soup Sprx made. That one was real. No one knew how he managed to do that.
Entry 138: Wednesday… Antauri didn't even fully watched that one.
Entry 139: Thursday… Nothing.
Entry 140: Friday?
The cam that recorded was set on the scientist's face.
A serious look set on the blue monkeys face as he sat up right, adjusting himself to sit in front of the camera.
"Entry 140. Day; Friday. Time… 01:36 AM." The monotone of the scientist was unusual, he always sounded exhausted when it was late, but this was different, it was more emotionless.
"The scans from yesterday didn't show much. Apart from the usual aches…" The blue monkey just paused in his sentence. Not wanting to ramble about it further.
The beaten look on the medics face was worrisome for the black monkey. What was that all about?
"All these sleepless nights are making me snappier, I already screamed at Otto just a few moments ago." He sighed and put his hand under his chin, resting his elbow on the table.
"Whatever this is, it's getting worse," the blue monkey slumped backwards over the chair, as sight that the second in command wasn't used to see. The scientist looked defeated, the sleepless eyes staring up in the ceiling.
The rest were some long explanations on his symptoms and his thoughts on it.
"I might have to go for help to Mandarin or Antauri, see if they have any thoughts on this subject."
There it was.
Gibson must have gone to Mandarin then.
Antauri frowned and selected the next entry.
The blue simian was slumped over the desk, a tired look went into the camera.
"I re-watched some of my older entry's, and it has come to my attention that I said I would go to Mandarin today." Concern filled Gibsons face, foreboding some very bad news.
"I don't remember saying that or even going to him." he confessed.
There it was.
His suspicions were right once again. Their leader had messed with their scientist memories.
The claw disruptors were violently activated, he raised them up and brought them down harshly into the chair. Braking it into four pieces cleanly.
He took a few deep breaths, and called on the other members of the Monkey Team.