Twenty-Fourth Solar Cycle, 216 Cycles: 9th Age of Reclamation [November 03, 2552]
Covenant Holy City of High Charity
SpecOps Major Ryau 'Cinotee
The adhoc lance formed up behind their Fieldmaster and began to follow him towards the Ministry of Apportioned Enlightenment's main corridor. Ryau remained just outside his assigned quarters, he had other things to do right now, other commitments he had to follow up with instead of arming up for an oncoming Civil War. In all technicalities, he was not under Ttpa's command anymore, now that the Prophet of Regret had been killed. "Fieldmaster Ttpa," he called. "I have things I need to do down in the city. A former lancemate, Sig 'Valhamee from my time in Far Beyond Provocation messaged me about some help he needed before Shou showed up."
Ryau sighed. "At the rate things are going, I should be back before things begin to heat up."
Fieldmaster 'Sojomee turned and looked Ryau over. "Are you sure, 'Cinotee?"
"Yes, I'll take my Carbine with me, just in case; I really hope nothing happens though." Ryau nodded back towards his room.
"As do I Ryau, as do I..." Ttpa waved his head in the direction of the city center outside the tower. "Go help your friend."
"Thank you, Fieldmaster." Ryau ducked back into his room and started to pile all the memory-blocks into the rucksack he had purchased at the Ministry requisitions store. He was ultimately unsure if he would actually be returning to this tower before finding a way off of the city, so everything he wanted had to come with him to the meeting. Unfortunately, the data-crystals he had purchased were sort of large and took up a lot of the space in his pack. He could just barely fit the storage devices and his uniform shirt into the case, he could leave the pants behind. After a few moments of thinking, Ryau removed the shirt too, the Covenant was falling soon; he did not need a uniform anymore.
Strapping the rucksack to his armor, he activated the room's holographic mirror and made sure the bag did not stick out too far from his back. The Carbine still fit securely along the magnetic pad on his shield generator, which was a plus; the bag did not have an additional pad if it blocked the armor's. Ryau called a private transport to take him down to the restaurant Sig had selected. He headed out to one of the tower's many city side landing platforms and waited for the vehicle to arrive. At first glance, the transport looked like an enlarged Banshee piloted by an Unggoy, but from the inside it was obvious it was just decorative cladding over a sparse hoverbarge. Ryau climbed on board and rode all the way to the restaurant.
Flying through High Charity had been a fascinating experience when taking the public transport from the Ministry tower, but this personal trip was something else. It flew up high up near the top of the dome giving him a birds eye view down on the impressive sprawl below. A quick check of his armor status told him that his helmet camera was still recording with only a quarter of its memory remaining. Everything should be documented, Human Xenoanthropologists would be reviewing this data for decades, if he ever made it back to them.
The transport landed at an open plaza a few hundred meters down a wide pedestrian path. Ryau hopped out and paid the fare then made quick time down the near deserted path. It was almost eerie how empty such a large urban area was, but somewhat understandable with everything that was going on.
The restaurant was small, and built into a much larger structure. Ryau looked in through the front window, but did not see Sig. There were a few Sangheili inside that could have been the one they were there to meet, however he did not know which. Ryau glanced over the edge and saw that the tower was surrounded by the elevated paths, and stretched all the way down to the bottom of the city dome. The path and restaurant were located about half way up the side of the tower. He was curious what occupied the lower levels of the structure, likely for some of the billion residents.
He ultimately decided to wait out front for Sig, and read some more of the book he started.
The section he was on was talking about the old areas of High Charity, low priority sections of the station that had been sealed off for centuries due to pressure failures or maintenance issues. Much of the Unbreakable Spine was closed off except for the Huragok who maintained it. The book went into detail and it was a fascinating read, but Ryau's mind just was not in it at the time. He sighed and put the data-pad back into his thigh pouch and started to pace around the courtyard just outside the building.
He glanced over at a group of Jiralhanae that marched passed on an adjacent pedestrian bridge and frowned. The Brutes were looking around in a predatory manner. It made Ryau feel uneasy, but the Jiralhanae moved on and disappeared across another path. He leaned back against the wall, taking care not to press against the Carbine too much.
Another private transport flew overhead and landed nearby. A Sangheili hopped out and started towards Ryau and the restaurant. It did not take long for Ryau to recognize the Sangheili as Sig, coming to meet him.
Sig 'Valhamee seemed to glance around to make sure that they were alone. "Ryau, I am glad to be with you."
It was a weird way to greet him, but it was Sig after all. Ryau followed Sig's glance with his own, since the Brutes were just beyond the intersection and would not be far. "What is wrong?" he asked.
Giving another less obvious but unwarranted search of the area, Sig leaned a bit closer to Ryau. "Well, that just depends on how much trust you have in the current state of the Covenant."
Ryau actually gave Sig a once over. He looked nervous, concerned, and if Ryau had to guess, down right scared. Stepping off the wall, Ryau frowned. "I watched a Jiralhanae kill a Fleet Security officer at the base of the Ministry tower, so I am rather skeptical currently."
"I fear we have some serious problems in our future." Sig took a breath and leaned in even closer to Ryau, practically touching the side of his face. "The Hierarchs have begun rounding up Sangheili politicians and killing them off..."
Ryau sighed and just shook his head. "Things will collapse here faster than you think they will, Sig. Are you armed?"
"Ye... yes of course" Sig stammered and pulled away from Ryau's head. His face grew grim, more than it had been moments before. "They tried to take Venko, he left High Charity... but now I worry for my own safety."
Without hesitation, Ryau waved back towards the private transport that had yet to leave the courtyard. "Then you should get out of here too." He paused for a moment as the thought of the Flood that festered on the Ring resurfaced in his mind. "But I'm concerned about more than just infighting here."
Sig took a moment to respond and looked down at the floor in thought; he seemed to be thinking through what Ryau had told him to do. He looked back up and stared into Ryau's eyes. "But what of you and D`rok? I cannot leave you two to this mess!"
"Sig, unless we act quickly, this mess is going to get worse before we have time to leave." Ryau pointed down at the ground to illustrate his point. "We are in orbit around another Halo. Remember what was kept on the first one we found?"
Sig's frown deepened, "Yes, I remember."
"Things here are going to snowball. I'm sure you heard the rumors already?" Ryau had not heard any yet, but Sig was more active in the rest of the military and his quest for information of D`rok. Plus there was no doubt that some had already come from the surface. "The flood is loose on the Ring already."
His voice was quiet, and he looked up into Ryau's face. "...What are we to do?"
"We move quickly." Ryau said with confidence. The doomsday clock was ticking, and rapidly approaching midnight.
Sig let out a snort and crossed his arms, hopefully with slightly improved spirits. "That is quite vague, Ryau."
Ryau tossed a hand in the air. "Well why don't we see if this Major we're supposed to be meeting is here or not."
"Yes... let's." Sig stepped past Ryau and pushed his way into the restaurant.
Ryau sighed and followed him inside. There were two Sangheili Majors sitting at a bar nursing a couple of strong looking beverages; hardpoints on their armor were obvious indicators of their former occupation. A lone SpecOps officer sat in a booth at the back of the restaurant with a cup of tea cooling off beside him. Ryau mentally nodded, that was the person they were here to meet.
"Major 'Vallumee?" Sig approached the table. Ryau eyed the small purple weapon case sitting on the floor beside the SpecOps' chair.
The Major hummed. "You must be Director 'Valhamee." His gaze switched to Ryau. "and... who is this with you?"
Sig motioned his hand over to Ryau before he could introduce himself. "This is Major Ryau 'Cinotee... a close acquaintance of mine. May we sit?"
"Absolutely." 'Vallumee nodded.
Ryau unsecured his Carbine and set it up against the wall beside him, then he slid into the seat. They were about to begin discussing whatever information the Major had about D`rok, but Sig's data-pad buzzed and drew his attention.
Sig glanced at the screen, frowned and apologized. "I am sorry, give me a moment, Major."
'Vallumee waved to Sig with a nod, and turned to address Ryau. "So, how do you know Director 'Valhamee?"
Glancing across the table at the Major, Ryau hummed. He did not expect to actually make conversation beside the information needed. "I am a former member of Far Beyond Provacado." It was a simple answer for a simple question.
'Vallumee lifted his head. "You were with Far Beyond Provocation? Well that is something isn't it, Major?"
Ryau shook his head. "It was only briefly, less than half a solar cycle. I was a member, but I didn't reach tenure."
Sig's demeanor changed while he was reading, Ryau leaned over to get a quick glance at whatever was upsetting him. There were some messages from his underlings about the changing of the guard. Likely problems were arising. "What is it?"
He kept quiet and instead slid the data-pad over fully so that Ryau could get a proper read. Sig was directing his people to move everyone to the lower level of the tower they occupied. To shelter in place. Ryau thought that it was not the best idea, they should be moving somewhere with more Sangheili, however he had the gift of precognition.
"Major 'Vallumee..." Sig started.
"Noma, please." 'Vallumee interrupted with a raised hand.
"Verywell, Noma. When I requested the highest ranking member present, I was not told what role you held in 'Tallaham's lance. What position are you in the Lance, are you in charge of equipment?" Ryau glanced over at Sig, that was probably not the position Noma held.
"I am second in command. Well... first as of late it seems... Why do you ask?" Noma sighed and took a sip of his tea.
One of the servers brought over a jug of water and a couple of glasses for Ryau and Sig, but did not stay to see if there was anything else they would like to drink. Sig took the jug and filled his cup. "I ask because no one is telling me anything. Nothing is in the records. There is no information on anything after the beginning of your mission." He took a sip of his water and then shook his head. "So now I am pulling rank to find out what I can."
Frowning, Noma took a moment to think about how he should respond. "Well, officially my mandibles are sealed. What you see in the reports is what I know." He chuckled and let a small smirk grace his face, obviously planning on skirting the law.
Sig only saw obstruction and frowned. "I would like to know."
The smirk vanished and Noma looked sorry. "You must be close friends for you to pursue this as such."
"I consider him my brother, and besides, at this point my only concern is for his well being. So please, tell me everything you can." Sig crossed his arms over his chest.
"What I can say," Noma started. "Due to returning a... certain person he is tied to... the Commander has been incarcerated."
Ryau frowned; as far as he was aware, there was only one person that D`rok knew that had any connections to something that would get him imprisoned. The woman he was marrying a few months ago. He could not place the name though, for whatever reason his mind was connecting her with the english word for a spaghetti sauce; marinara.
Sig was held up on the last part. "D`rok was arrested?"
The name finally popped into his head. "It was M`riana wasn't it?"
Sig gave a sidelong glance to Ryau, "Major, what happened?"
Confirming Ryau's guess, Noma nodded. "It seemed she was among the ranks of the Heretics we put down on the gas mine over Threshold. And now she is here. I am sure you can fill in the blanks."
Sig gave a long sigh and gave Ryau a baffled look, to which Ryau just nodded back. He did not understand why D`rok would even do something like that. M`riana stabbed him in the side and left him on the altar in the middle of their wedding. Granted, Ryau was not familiar with their relationship; maybe that was something that happens regularly.
"I guess it is better than him being dead, but I have no idea what you can do with that information." Noma shook his head.
"There is nothing we can do." Sig grumbled and shifted his attention to the menu pad on the table. "I need something to eat. Anyone else?"
"No, I'm fine." Ryau replied. He was still full from the rations he had eaten an hour ago. No need for food yet.
Noma motioned to the pad. "I will take that when you are finished." Ryau noted that Sig was more worried than he was when they had arrived, if that was even possible.
Sig waved a hand at Ryau. "Do you have any questions for the Major?"
Ryau shook his head. "No, I don't." He was completely at a loss for what they could do about D`rok being in jail. D`rok was there because of his own actions.
"Very well, take your time. We have plenty of time for questions." Noma leaned back, but Ryau doubted that very much.
A few silent moments passed before Sig sat forward, deciding to get the conversation moving on. "What else happened on your mission? I am curious as to why the reports have not gone out yet."
"Well, I was about done with my paperwork, but then Rtas dumped another pile on my desk, so to speak. I've been waiting to get it all done to file it. I am sure you know how the system works." He shifted in his seat. "And trust me, the mission reports have been just as messy."
So it was Noma's fault the mission reports are not available, Ryau thought to himself. Sig just hummed, "Well if the reports were so messy, that can only mean one thing... something serious happened."
Ryau huffed and leaned back; of course something serious happened. The Prophets were very public about the mission the Arbiter had been sent on. Even if the mission had gone as expected it would have been very serious. The trial for the former Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Particular Justice had happened just before they dropped out over Earth, Ryau had gotten caught up on it after he made it onto the Solemn Penance.
Noma and Sig's conversation quieted as a group of Sangheili children and their caretakers piled into a booth nearby.
"Thank you for all the information you have given, Noma. I think that is enough for me." Sig settled to end it there.
"I am glad I could help at least a little." Noma rubbed the back of his neck, beneath his helmet. "I am sorry that it was not the best news."
"It is fine, though I am curious. What is with the weapons case?" He asked.
"It is something that Rtas instructed me to keep close." Noma said.
"Are they D`rok's weapons?" Sig just blurted out. Ryau thought that was unfounded but it turned out that he was wrong.
"Why yes, Rtas told me that someone with your name might be interested in them."
"I am surprised that he did not try to keep them for himself!"
Noma chuckled. "He mentioned that too, but... he explained that D`rok would want you and K`an, I think... Either way, he wanted you two to have his weapons."
Well that sold it to Ryau, everyone thought D`rok was basically dead already. The other two started to discuss the guns, and Ryau sort of zoned out, watching the city outside the window. There was not any real reason for him to be here, no information he had was valuable. He hoped that Ttpa and the others were faring well.
Sig glanced at Ryau, catching his attention. "Unless you wish to have the Carbine?"
Ryau looked down at the case beside the table. "No, I think it's best if we wait to give it to K`an. I barely knew D`rok after all."
"If you insist, Director," Noma nodded and slid the cases across the floor.
Sig pulled the smallest case from the floor and opened it up. He took out the hilt of an Energy sword, inspecting it as if it looked any different than a regular sword. It obviously held some emotional attachments. "I remember when he received this... it was quite a nice ceremony." Sig placed the sword on his belt and put the case away.
An Unggoy brought over the food Sig and Noma had ordered and set it on the table. Ryau regretted not ordering but he just sighed. There were a few moments of silence as the other two ate. One of the children from the table over had climbed up to the divider between booths.
Noma glanced between them with a smile. "Can I help you little one?"
There were three children on that side of the booth, crowding around the one on the divider. One of the women that was taking care of them stood and tried to recall the child. "Zama please, I am sorry about that, Majors." She brought the small child back down off the divider.
"Oh don't worry ma'am. It is no bother to us." Noma said. He looked back over at Sig. "They seem happy, at least the food is good here."
"I've been here a few times. There is usually a good company of folk here." Sig commented.
The two of them continued to make small talk and eat their meals while Ryau debated whether to just get up and leave. He was looking longingly at the door to the restaurant when it slid open. A pack of Jiralhanae pushed their way inside and gave the interior a slow once over.
Ryau nudged Sig in the side and lightly nodded towards the Brutes. Sig caught his caution and turned ever so slightly to get a look at the new arrivals. The pack was splitting up to take control of the space without causing alarm. Three of them broke off and headed directly for the booth Ryau, Sig, and Noma were meeting at.
"I think we have a problem here." Ryau muttered. He recalled what Sig had said earlier, about the Jiralhanae collecting political prisoners; how Sig stopped one of those arrests. One of the Jiralhanae that had remained by the door, casually locked the doors using the security holo-panel by the entrance. His eyes swept over the Brutes; they were armed mostly with Spike rifles and the occasional Mauler. The three were walking to the table with ill-intent, he could see it in the way they held themselves, with their hands remaining close to the grips of their weapons. The Jiralhanae were itching for a fight.
As soon as the lead Brute stepped up to the table, he grabbed Sig's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Valhamee! You are coming with us."
Ryau was brushed aside, but he resisted the urge to pull his Carbine from the ground. There just was no time and things seemed stable at the moment. He did start to stand from his chair, slowly, while they were focusing on Sig.
"Calm yourself Jiralhanae. I will comply willingly." Sig managed to pull his arm free. The Jiralhanae stood still, experiencing a slight moment of confusion. Even Ryau was confused, why would Sig just go on his own? At the table next to them, the harsh tones had begun to disturb the group of Sangheili children.
The Brute nearest to the table of children barked at them. "Quiet you runts." This however just caused them to whimper and cry further. Ryau had no idea how old Sangheili of that size were, but he would have to guess just over two or three years old.
Sig stopped in his place. "You leave them be." The Jiralhanae did not take the insubordination from someone who had just said they would come without problem lightly. One of them backhanded Sig in the face. He fell into the table, and nearly overturned it.
Ryau was knocked off his seat and onto the floor. "Well... here it goes." He mumbled and the scene before him began to unfold.
Sig's complete turnaround in attitude continued as he shoved himself up and off the table with D`rok's Energy sword in one hand. It was not yet activated, but he shoved the mass of the hilt into the face of the nearest brute. Sig activated the blade and sliced into the other Jiralhanae's arm and chest. The Brute at the other table went to open up with his Spiker but a counter-slice severed the hand and let him stumble into Ryau's line of sight.
Having used Sig's spontaneous Swordsmanship skills as a distraction, Ryau had grabbed his Carbine from the floor and fired a quick burst of rounds into the chest of the Jiralhanae at the other table as soon as it was clear of the innocents.
Remaining close to the ground, Ryau popped out from the cover and fired down the restaurant at the two Jiralhanae standing by the bar. They were just beginning to react, unholstering their Spike rifles and charging forward. Ryau's barrage of radioactive projectiles slammed into the leading Brute's unarmored chest and caused it to stagger, but not go down. A searing flash of plasma bolts erupted from behind the Brutes and burned through the pair's hair and flesh. Two Sangheili Majors had joined in on the rapidly developing firefight to assist. They were most definitely not the inebriated former Honor Guards that had been there before.
More incoming fire from the pair at the door caused Ryau to duck back behind the divider wall. Sig pointed at him and then to the table with the children. "Ryau! Get them out of here!"
With a quick nod, Ryau scanned the room for an avenue of escape. He spotted a window on the far side of the restaurant, behind one of the small divider walls that cordoned off the booths from the open tables. Hopefully it overlooked one of the pedestrian paths and not just open air. He fired a few rounds through the window, and happily watched it splinter and crack; he had been concerned that they had used the famous transparent metal the Covenant employed in their ships and bases.
Ryau ran in a half crouch across the restaurant and peeked out the window. There was a pedestrian path that hugged the building probably just two meters below the lip. He grabbed a nearby chair and used it to clear a large enough hole in the plate glass material to get out of. Ryau put himself between the Jiralhanae gunfire and the table of huddling children and caretakers, his shields and armor should be able to tank a few rounds. "Go on, get through!"
The group moved out to the glass window and Ryau moved with them, keeping them in his shadow. He helped one of the women down to the path, and then began to pass her screaming children by the armful. Once the children had been saved, he turned to help the other woman down, but she was not there.
A sudden explosion from the front door signaled the arrival of a new group of Jiralhanae. One of them held a Brute shot, a powerful grenade launcher with a massive blade fixed to its underside. The Jiralhanae wielding it had a semi-transparent flag attached to his bandoleer, signifying him as the Captain of the pack. The Captain fired a two round burst that detonated against the back wall. The structure buckled and cracked, but held firm. Thankfully no one had been standing nearby.
Ryau spotted the missing woman armed with a discarded Spike rifle holding in cover behind an overturned table. There was silence across the restaurant for a few intense moments as everyone seemed to be processing their situation. The Jiralhane Captain started to bark something at the assorted Sangheili, when one of the kitchen staff emerged with a Plasma Repeater and let out a volley of fire. Unfortunately the untrained cook was not quick to cover, and took a few Spike rounds to the face and side.
The body slumped down behind the counter, and the rest of the defending forces acted at that moment; Noma, Ryau, and Sig unloaded what they had into the pack of Brutes. Despite all they threw at the Jiralhanae, only two or three actually died, leaving the rest to counter attack. Ryau shook his head, Jiralhanae were thick, dense, creatures. Their sheer mass ate up fire like a plate of armor.
However, they were still susceptible to high explosives; as evident by one of their own Spike Grenades being thrown and lodging in one of their chests. Ryau dropped back into cover as the detonation devoured the Jiralhanae's entire front and sent fragments of searing metal spikes across the restaurant. It had been the woman that had thrown the Grenade, she whooped and popped up with the rest of the group to lay down more fire on the shattered Brute pack. With the Combined fire from the booth section, and the Majors that had relocated to behind the bar counter, the Sangheili managed to whittle down the Jiralhanae to just the Captain and two Minors
The woman, who obviously had more experience than the poor kitchen cook, scored the killing blow on one of the Brute Minors. Noma and Ryau combined their fire on the other Minor, making quick work of the unarmored Jiralhanae.
Enraged by the loss of his entire pack, the Captain fired the Brute shot several times across the divider walls they had been using as cover. The walls cracked and warped from the detonations, but barely held together. Ryau's ears and head throbbed from the concussive force, and he was disoriented momentarily. Suddenly, the wall behind them exploded outwards as the Captain himself charged through the remains of the divider. Ryau was shoved into the booths and Noma went across the room towards Sig.
The Brute grabbed hold of Major Vallumee by the chestplate as Ryau stumbled to his feet. With his head spinning, Ryau activated the energy daggers on both of his wrists and dove them into the back of the Captains neck. The large creature suddenly went limp as the blades severed the spine, and slumped to the floor in front of Noma.
Ryau let out a long breath and surveyed the ruined restaurant. There were no remaining Jiralhanae inside the building, however news of this fight would probably spread fast. More would be coming, but for the moment, they were clear. Most of the staff in the restaurant had been killed in the crossfire, and the two Majors remained behind the bar.
"Are you all well?" one of the Majors asked.
"I think we are well enough." Sig relied. "Ryau, Noma, are you two alright?"
Noma had a Spiker round partially embedded in his chest armor, but it was not a wounding shot. "I sure am... I think at least."
Seeing the cosmetic damage to Noma's armor prompted Ryau to check himself over to see if he had been hit at all. He had lost shield integrity for a few moments in the fight, but all was well. "Yeah, just fine here." He scooped up his discarded Carbine and fed it a fresh cartridge of ammunition. His head still pounded from the close by grenade detonations, but there was nothing that could be done about that.
Sig walked over to the woman and offered his hand to her. "That was an impressive throw, miss."
"Thank you." She stood up on her own and brushed the powdered wall from her clothes. "My uncle trained warriors at an academy. He trained me at home in the event that I would need it."
"And it seems this called for such a thing. Thank you for your hand in battle." Sig nodded to her.
"Of course, I would not have done otherwise, MajorDomo." She said with a sigh that matched all the others' exhaustion.
"You should get your friend and all those children somewhere very safe, get them off of High Charity if you could." Sig frowned and nodded out the front door behind the dead Jiralhanae. "I fear it is soon to get quite crazy here."
"Of course Director... May the Gods grant you their blessings." The woman scooped up another weapon and some ammunition, stuffing them into her bag. Without another word, she headed to the window Ryau had helped the children out of and dropped down to the pedestrian path below.
Ryau shook his head. She did not even question the recommendation to leave High Charity; he expected her to be more hesitant. He had a sudden bit of panic for the safety of the memory blocks. Unclasping the armored rucksack, he set it down onto a table that remained upright. The soft blue glow of the memory blocks emanated from the bag. Everything inside was intact and likely to survive the rest of what was to come. The armored rucksack was living up to its design.
"What was the cause of this fray?" One of the Majors from the bar asked.
Sig glanced over to them. "The Hierarchs were rounding up councilors and politicians late last night to be silenced."
"By the Gods..." The other Major uttered.
"These Jiralhanae most likely came here to silence me for knowing that information." Sig said.
"How do you know this all for sure?" Noma asked, entering the conversation.
"As I told you earlier, I am the director of security for the representative of Zelso. We have been monitoring the situation since this morning and after several others came forward to my corresponding representative, he took them and left High Charity. I chose to stay and find out what happened to my friends." Sig looked up to Noma.
"A noble cause to be sure..." Noma said with a pause. "We should probably get out of here before more Jiralhanae show up."
"I agree, but I am unsure where we should go," Sig frowned.
"Wherever you go we shall follow, Director." The first Major raised his Plasma rifle into the air. "After this ordeal we might be suspect to whatever mess you are connected with."
Sig shook his head at the offer. "I would not wish to bother you two with such things."
"Nonsense." The Major clipped both Plasma rifles to each hip. "Today was far more exciting than the last year we have been stationed in the Holy City. We are at your word, sir."
Sig passed a glance to everyone standing in the middle of the ruined restaurant. "Well... what are our options?"
The group remained silent for a few moments as everyone thought on the next course of action. Ryau had a sudden spring of inspiration, he reached into his thigh bag and pulled out his data-pad. The History of High Charity book was still open on his screen. "I think I have an idea."
AN:
Whats this? another LORC chapter only a month away from the last? Yes, it is not fake, you really read a chapter. Hope there's more to come.
