"Alright." I sighed, looking over the set of armor that lay sprawled against the floor of my new room, "Looks like we need to solder this, here, and screw this, this, and this back into place, replace the glass-"
"Fix the radio. Replace those cables." Omega sighed, hovering over the new set of armor that rest neatly on top of my bed.
"And weld all the holes." I looked back down at my stomach, tracing my fingers against the bare skin, "How did I do this, anyway?"
"I promise, you were long dead the second you hit the operating table." The AI proceeded to watch me, utter confusion in his tone, "Heck, that woman was just about to start the autopsy until that healed."
"Did I jump?" I lifted my leg up, pulling down the waistband of my pants in order to look over the monitor. Everything was how I had originally left it, "Well, then." I sighed, snapping the band back against my waist, "Let's figure out one problem at a time. First, we need some rosin flux."
A loud knock came to my door, startling me.
"Who is it?" I called, resting my hands at my hips at watching the door from over my shoulder. No answer. Perhaps they didn't hear me.
Another knock, sounding more like the banging of pots and pans.
"I'm coming." I sighed, walking up to the metal door. It took a little force to move it, the hinges being desperate of oil, before I saw the man that had been banging on my door.
"Petrix?" The man in scout armor watched me, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I sighed, crossing my arms and leaning against the frame of my doorway, "I'm sorry. Do you need something?" I have only seen this man once, before the medical bay. We crashed... who's we? Me and Omega? No, there was more. The Reds and Blues. That's right; I had spent a few years with them... Then, of course, I died... Not that that has every stopped me before.
His head cocked to the side as he continued to watch me, intently... He was waiting for something, "You... Don't remember, do you?" He let a low chuckle escape his lips, making me take a step back.
"And what may that be?" I rushed my hand to my holster, now noticing that it wasn't wrapped around my hip.
"Well then," He walked into the room, making me back away from him with every step he took, and closed the door behind him, "let me jog your memory."
I looked over to my bed, quickly grabbing my pistol and holding it in front of me, "You're going to stay right there, and you are not going to move an inch closer. Do you understand?"
He raised his hands to the back of his head, crouching down onto the floor. He turned his head, looking over the trashed up armor that I had been trying to fix.
"That's more like it." I began to grit my teeth, my index finger locking against the trigger. I'm not going to shoot... not yet, at least. I still need him for information. He only knows me by this name. Why is that? I've only had this name since not too long before the crash.
My hands suddenly became transparent, the gun sliding right out. I quickly scrambled to grab it, the result ending to no avail.
"Oh, that's why." The man began to laugh, remaining in place. It's obvious he's not here to threaten or intimidate me, but why else would he be here, "You know, you always told me stories of traveling through space and time, but I just assumed you were bluffing."
"Why would I be all buddie-buddie with filth like you?" I spat, my fingers returning to their solid form. I don't know how this happened, but I can only assume it's related to may body's insta-repair.
"That... actually kinda hurts." He laughed once more, growing onto my final nerve.
"Get out." I pointed to the door, sparks emanating from my fingertips before I brought my hand closer to myself, "Now."
"Alright, I will." He stood back up, approaching the door. Once her grabbed the handle, he looked back at me with some sort of... sad look. Crazy suites him better, "If you join us, you can still get your cut of the profit."
I snapped my fingers together, pointing toward the exit once more before he stepped out, closing the door behind him.
"What the hell was that?" Omega appeared above my armor, watching me.
I looked down at my hands, not quite able to explain what's going on, "I don't know." I sighed, the thought of fire beginning to envelope my mind, "Whatever it is, I think it stopped."
"Let's hope." He let out a sigh, "First thing's first, like you said. Let's find some of that rosin flux.
I sat in the middle of the cafeteria, not eating at all. I watched my hand, my mind dwelling on the thought of earlier. Focusing on that, I lifted my fingers and they went through the glove.
"This is very bizarre." Omega sighed as I returned my fingers to their original, more realistic position.
"Yeah," I laughed, turning my hand around, "but if we could figure this out, it could be of use." I looked down my arm, the armor nothing but tan. If I'm going to be wearing this for a while, I'm going to have to start painting some color on it.
" That is it! Everyone, get out!" A man yelled from across the room, pushing another in orange out of the room.
"Guess who's eating all the rations." My AI proceeded to laugh, stoping after I didn't react, "Do you-"
"I remember him... I just..." My words trailed off as I began to stand, "Nevermind. Let's just get out." I sighed, meandering my way out of the cafeteria.
"What the hell?!" The man in orange began shouting at the building, waving his fist in the air.
"It's a small rebel army, Grif." Another in maroon tried to get through to the orange, but ended up unsuccessful.
"It's poor customer service."
"You were eating everything!"
"Forgetting something?" A man spoke from behind me, causing my whole body to go rigid. I turned around, the man in scout class armor behind me with one of my shoes in his hand.
"G-give that back." I spoke in a low growl, snatching the metallic boot from him.
"You know, a 'thank you' would've sufficed." He sighed, extending his hand to me, "I must apologize for earlier. I was out of line. My name's Felix."
I watched his hand more a moment, hesitantly taking it, "Mi- Petrix... though, you already know that." I let out a nervous laugh.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you for the first time in your life." It's honestly not, "I hope to see you around, but I have something to take care of, first." He held his weapon in front of him, slowly turning around.
"Yeah... I guess I'll see ya." This guy. I know him, yet I don't...
He approached the Reds and Blues, still moving once he got to them, "Hey, something's come up. Follow me."
My disadvantage? He knows more about me than I know him. If I play this game, that fact could either be my uprising or my downfall.