Disclaimer: I do not hold any right... you get the idea.
September 29th.
Kakashi looked around his bed at a leisurely pace, and he forced himself up after a while. He took a bath, even though there was the chance that the water might have been contaiminated by poison, bacteria, virus, or a few million other kinds of microorganism out there, all capable of ending his life, one way or another. He changed into a normal leather jacket, dark brown and long, and he kept a thin nanoplastic shirt over his body as an additional form of protection. All of which was provided by Ibiki.
He knew the ex-interrogator quite well, and he knew all too his skills at mind bending are rather legendary, as well as he recklessness every now and then. But he wasn't the type of person that would kill a person when he is at sleep, and perhaps that has caused his downfall. He took his katana, his pride in many ways, and he headed down to meet with the store owner.
The main hall of Ibiki's large workshop, a round place where inactive and offline robots remain idle at the sides, and moderately lit by the white flourescence light. Colored in a metallic hues common in homes, offices and workshops everywhere, yet it had a distinct bluish tone that gives the place a breath of professionalisme.
Then, a droid came in from another door with a tray of food, it went to a long table at a side of the hall, and Kakashi followed.
But as an act of safety, he always had a hand on the katana, even though the force would allow him to sense the coming attack. But still, his body still had to be quick enough to react to the attack, so, just in case. Just in case.
Soon, Kakashi was joined by Ibiki and his wife, a simply dressed woman about Ibiki's age.
"So, you must be the copy ninja, then?" She was hazel eyed, and she spoke with a bubbly voice that could easily bring some warmth. But warmth is worthless in times like this, where cutthroat skill is much more useful in the quest to climb the economical or social ladder. But still, there are people who seek to retain such humanly traditions, and Ibiki is most likely one of them.
"Yes. I am."
The group of three continued to talk, but often, it was more about Ibiki's history than anything else, because the interrogator's wife seemed more interested in finding the truth about Ibiki's history from a third person. Maybe she isn't as straightforward after all, and they finally stopped when it was afternoon.
"I have to leave. I still need to report to the ship."
"Well. Goodbye, then."
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Kakashi made his way out of the hidden home, and out towards the surface areas. He pushed his mask upwards to reveal his hidden eye, and a dark, machine eye opened to make itself seen. The eye had a glowing red center, and the sides were full of intricate circuits.
He moved quickly, taking turns whenever necessary to get to another passageway that will undoubtedly lead him up. But as he made his way higher, the air got thicker, thanks to the noxious fumes of the production layers. Usually, filters will prevent the air from going to other layers, but this time, something probably happened. Accidents like this are common, thanks to industrial sabotage, human carelessness and many more. But still, he continued, ignoring the smell.
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September 29th, mid afternoon.
The force sense, a type of ability similar to the spider sense, tingled. Not a good sign, when the force sense only tingles when it senses other wielders of the force, such as Ibiki. Another ninja is around, and the onslaught of bad feelings made him fidget slightly. He hoped he would not have to confront another ninja, after all, he needed to keep a low profile.
'Better just continue.' So, he did continue, but he travelled with a sense of urgency to avoid any confrontation.
He became one with the shadow that time, because he travelled so quickly thanks to the massive burst of speed generated by the force abilities. He knew he is making the other ninja aware of his existence, but he would bet that the ninja would also wish to avoid fights. (This tech refers to Master Speed from Knights, or something like that.)
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Three hours of continous usage of the force, and he was exhausted. But at least he was at the hangar already, and now he only had to report for duty at the imposing carrier, Aurora. Travelling on the white ship would take eleven days, but he is starting to worry about some parts of his initial plan. He wondered how could he smuggle the katana into the ship, and he definitely did not want his blade to leave his side.
'Might as well make amends to my plan.'
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Next chapter, Onboard Aurora. Review please, I beg you.
September 29th.
Kakashi looked around his bed at a leisurely pace, and he forced himself up after a while. He took a bath, even though there was the chance that the water might have been contaiminated by poison, bacteria, virus, or a few million other kinds of microorganism out there, all capable of ending his life, one way or another. He changed into a normal leather jacket, dark brown and long, and he kept a thin nanoplastic shirt over his body as an additional form of protection. All of which was provided by Ibiki.
He knew the ex-interrogator quite well, and he knew all too his skills at mind bending are rather legendary, as well as he recklessness every now and then. But he wasn't the type of person that would kill a person when he is at sleep, and perhaps that has caused his downfall. He took his katana, his pride in many ways, and he headed down to meet with the store owner.
The main hall of Ibiki's large workshop, a round place where inactive and offline robots remain idle at the sides, and moderately lit by the white flourescence light. Colored in a metallic hues common in homes, offices and workshops everywhere, yet it had a distinct bluish tone that gives the place a breath of professionalisme.
Then, a droid came in from another door with a tray of food, it went to a long table at a side of the hall, and Kakashi followed.
But as an act of safety, he always had a hand on the katana, even though the force would allow him to sense the coming attack. But still, his body still had to be quick enough to react to the attack, so, just in case. Just in case.
Soon, Kakashi was joined by Ibiki and his wife, a simply dressed woman about Ibiki's age.
"So, you must be the copy ninja, then?" She was hazel eyed, and she spoke with a bubbly voice that could easily bring some warmth. But warmth is worthless in times like this, where cutthroat skill is much more useful in the quest to climb the economical or social ladder. But still, there are people who seek to retain such humanly traditions, and Ibiki is most likely one of them.
"Yes. I am."
The group of three continued to talk, but often, it was more about Ibiki's history than anything else, because the interrogator's wife seemed more interested in finding the truth about Ibiki's history from a third person. Maybe she isn't as straightforward after all, and they finally stopped when it was afternoon.
"I have to leave. I still need to report to the ship."
"Well. Goodbye, then."
-----------------
Kakashi made his way out of the hidden home, and out towards the surface areas. He pushed his mask upwards to reveal his hidden eye, and a dark, machine eye opened to make itself seen. The eye had a glowing red center, and the sides were full of intricate circuits.
He moved quickly, taking turns whenever necessary to get to another passageway that will undoubtedly lead him up. But as he made his way higher, the air got thicker, thanks to the noxious fumes of the production layers. Usually, filters will prevent the air from going to other layers, but this time, something probably happened. Accidents like this are common, thanks to industrial sabotage, human carelessness and many more. But still, he continued, ignoring the smell.
----
September 29th, mid afternoon.
The force sense, a type of ability similar to the spider sense, tingled. Not a good sign, when the force sense only tingles when it senses other wielders of the force, such as Ibiki. Another ninja is around, and the onslaught of bad feelings made him fidget slightly. He hoped he would not have to confront another ninja, after all, he needed to keep a low profile.
'Better just continue.' So, he did continue, but he travelled with a sense of urgency to avoid any confrontation.
He became one with the shadow that time, because he travelled so quickly thanks to the massive burst of speed generated by the force abilities. He knew he is making the other ninja aware of his existence, but he would bet that the ninja would also wish to avoid fights. (This tech refers to Master Speed from Knights, or something like that.)
----
Three hours of continous usage of the force, and he was exhausted. But at least he was at the hangar already, and now he only had to report for duty at the imposing carrier, Aurora. Travelling on the white ship would take eleven days, but he is starting to worry about some parts of his initial plan. He wondered how could he smuggle the katana into the ship, and he definitely did not want his blade to leave his side.
'Might as well make amends to my plan.'
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Next chapter, Onboard Aurora. Review please, I beg you.