A/N: First things first. I want to thank you guys for the well wishes and everything. That's nice of you people. And, Armageddon Coconut's joining us officially as number 7! Yay!
Second, I've created this tumblr site, where I'll be posting game reviews, rants, and quite possibly extra hints on what I plan for Metamorphosis' future chapters. Check it out. convictionsc()tumblr()com Take a look!
Third, my grandfather's operation was thankfully, a success. Guess we're back in business.
Dedicating this chapter to my talking-crap friend, Regina, because it's her birthday! :D HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS PANG. STAY CRAPPY ALWAYS!
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Chapter 21: French, Russian, and Chinese.
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-Two days later, male Crew's Quarters, SSV Capetown-
Colburn
"So, basically now we have a Chinese dude with a Russian name, and a very pretty lady called Michelle as our squadmates."
"In case you haven't noticed, Napier, you've been saying that ever since we got onboard.". Colburn was starting to get severely irritated with the soldier's infatuation with the 'exotic' name of their new comrade, as well as another rather attractive one.
"Hey, you've got to admit, she's cute. And you have to wonder why a Chinese guy's got a Russian name, right? You think he's adopted or something?"
"Even if he is, it's none of your business, Jacky-boy.", Campbell said.
"Aren't you two the least bit curious?"
"You're just poking your nose into things that don't concern you, Mr Red."
"Hey!". The Brit glared at Colburn. "I take that as an insult!"
"So you agree your hair's horrible?"
"No! Yes! I mean- urgh! Now you're just messing with me!"
Desmont merely shook his head in amusement. "Whatever it is, you're all lucky Karl isn't here right now. That guy doesn't take jokes. One wrong word and you'll find yourself under his boot, begging for mercy."
"You know him?", Colburn asked.
"You don't have to know him. Be in the Alliance long enough and you'll hear of him one way or another. The man's blacklisted for unnecessary violence and aggression, especially towards aliens. But somehow he's always gotten off the hook. Even has three medals awarded to him."
Napier whistled. "Wow. You'd think he has contacts with the higher ups or something."
"Oui. So if you ever want to get on his bad side, kindly leave me out of it. Merci beaucoup."
"Mercy what? ", Napier questioned.
The French laughed at his perplexed expression. "It means 'thank you very much', mon ami."
"Gee. For the record, I don't speak French."
"But I do.", Desmont retorted.
"And I'm learning from him.", Campbell added.
"So am I.", Colburn said, with a too-pleasant smile plastered on his face.
"Git."
A/N: This chapter's dialogue is especially crappy. You know why? Because it's crappily custom made for Regina Pang. :D