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"Any good idea can be stated in fifty words or less."

(Stanislaw Ulam)

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MFV Normandy, January 30th, 4:56 PM, 2185

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Stepping off of the shuttle, it felt refreshing in a way to breath in the recycled air. It was in stark contrast to the methane scent that stuck to my armor, making me smell like an oil field worker. In front of me was Shepard, Mordin, and Karin, the former of which seemed surprised by the condition of the unconscious man being carried off on a stretcher. David Archer, according to the files Miranda managed to pull off of the facility's data core, was indeed chosen for the project by his deceased brother, Gavin, as Randall had said.

David had been specifically chosen for this project because he has hypercalculia, allowing him to understand and instantaneously translate the electronic tones the Geth communicate with. It sickened me to also learn he was autistic, and had zero choice over what had been done to him during the whole ordeal. After removing him from the machine and patching him up as best we could, he entered a state of catatonia and hasn't responded to outside stimuli at all.

Part of me wondered if it was better if he didn't wake from his current state, lest he be forced to think about what these people had done to him. Though I still had no idea what Randall had been shown through his implants, if it was anything like what the project notes detailed it must have been… terrifying.

Standing face to face with Shepard, I took off my helmet, letting out a deep sigh as I threw the mask over my shoulder.

"So… you four have been busy from the looks of things." Shepard remarked, donned in full combat armor. "We were getting ready to come down looking for you before you sent us that signal."

"I imagine you expected more." I shrugged, letting my shoulders droop. "As for me, there were some things down there I'll never be able to unsee."

Shepard sighed, looking back at David as he was loaded into the elevator, disappearing from our sight.

"If we knew where the facility was, we would have sent more help." He apologized, getting the impression that we had been fighting for our lives the whole time.

"Don't worry about it, we managed to handle most of it without too much difficulty." I reassured, looking over at Pistis who was walking towards the shower in the corner of the hangar. "What was fighting the Geth like when you were hunting down Saren? Were they good fighters?"

"They're decent fighters skilled in electronic warfare, though generally the less of them there are, the worse they fight." He answered, looking the same direction as me. "Why do you ask?"

"The Geth down there were being controlled by David, apparently all at the same time. Most of them fought like rookie airsoft players, not taking cover, rushing towards us out in the open…" I critiqued, unable to shake the feeling that we hadn't seen their full capabilities. "I get the impression, looking back on it all, that if we had been fighting actual Geth we might not have made it out of that situation alive."

Shepard shook his head just slightly, looking back over at Pistis standing in the shower as he held his hands together behind his back.

"With any luck, we might not have to fight any "true" Geth in the future." He suggested with a hopeful voice, looking back to me. "Our ambassador friend seems to like you in particular."

"Yeah, about that…" I injected with a bit of a nervous tone, scratching at an itch behind my left ear. "I think the others are starting to suspect he's not actually Powell. I'm thinking it might be a good idea to come clean soon."

"Maybe after things have calmed down here." He nodded, rubbing the underside of his chin. "So, you're sure that heading back to Reach is the best course of action? If we have the data, isn't it a better idea to tackle it before they suspect something happened?"

"Right now they have no reason to think one of their senior agents have gone rouge." I rejected, crossing my arms across my chest. "Besides, if there's anyone that can help David its my friend Richard. There's no telling how bad his mental condition is, or if it's going to get worse."

"I agree, though I'm still not exactly sure why you'd let that man leave when you had him surrounded." He chastised, understandably confused by my snap decision below. "I know Miranda is angry, and I know for a fact Tali is furious over it."

"She is?" I blurted out, somehow having missed Tali's reaction to the whole situation.

"Yes, she personally believes he was too dangerous to be kept alive and should have been shot." Shepard explained before rubbing his forehead and sighing. "Look, I know you had your reasons, but we're not in the business of allowing potential enemies to freely roam around the galaxy. He should have been detained."

"Shepard, with all due respect I don't believe he posed a threat to us or our mission by the time David's systems had been disabled." I argued, standing firmly by my decision. "I don't think we're likely to see him again."

Shepard locked eyes with me for a few moments, breathing slowly through his nose before closing his eyes for a few seconds.

"I hope you're right." He said with finality, walking back towards the lockers with his back towards me.

Hearing him say that, I was forced to think about my choice again. If I was wrong, he very easily could return to Cerberus and inform them that we had the location of their cell, giving them ample time to move out and abandon whatever facility they were using.

Still, I couldn't get over that look on his face after David released him from his control. I hadn't seen someone look that sad in years, so utterly disillusioned with what they had believed in previously. I knew that look in a man's face, even if their eyes were cybernetic replacements.

I believed I had made the right choice. Hopefully I'd be able to prove that in the future.

After spending half an hour scrubbing my armor piece by piece in the shower, removing most of the oil that had soaked into it, I sauntered off to the deck above to try and get some rest. Part of me wanted to visit the medbay and check on David, but it was too much for me at the moment.

Slipping quietly into my personal bunk, I couldn't help but think over the events that had transpired all day over and over in my head. It was a terrible habit, brought on by my seemingly intensifying sense of neurosis. No matter what I did, my thoughts would always drift back to those images of dead, eviscerated bodies and the sights of terrible, Cerberus atrocities.

I just wished it would end.

Suddenly wanting to discuss it with someone, I looked over at the small computer panel on the wall, wondering if Lydia would be interested in talking.

It then dawned on me that she hadn't said a single word to me since our last communication aboard that ODP. Knowing that David may have tried to access the ship's systems, I had no idea what her current condition could be.

With a sense of careful consideration, I pressed the button linked to the computer core, staying silent for a few second before speaking.

"Lydia, is everything OK? You haven't said anything in a while." I asked in as soft a tone as possible, leaning against the wall of my bunk as I waited for a response. For nearly a minute I heard nothing, but then she finally responded.

"I'm… fine." She said in a surprisingly shaky voice, not at all like she had been before when we were communicating on the station.

"You sure as hell don't sound fine to me." I assessed, knowing something was definitely wrong.

"I don't want to talk about it." She rejected, still sounding shaken up by something.

Thinking about her tone and what we had gone through the last few hours, it finally dawned on me what must have happened. David must have attempted to infiltrate the Normandy's computer systems, forcing Lydia to fight him off.

I could only imagine what she must have gone through.

"Lydia, you know he was just protecting himself, right?" I said, trying to get her to feel just a little bit better. "He didn't know any better."

"I TOLD you I DON'T want to talk about it." She immediately replied, shutting me down entirely. "Please, just leave me alone."

Not wanting to press her any further, I reluctantly let go of the button, slipping onto my side and making sure not to put any pressure onto the large bruise on my chest. As I drifted off into a dreamless slumber, I couldn't help but think of home.

I knew it wouldn't likely be for long, but I was looking forward to it regardless.

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MFV Normandy, February 1st, 10:39 AM, 2185

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Pulling up to the familiar sight of Cairo Station, I felt a reassuring sense of calm wash over me once again. It was that feeling that told you in the back of your mind there was nothing to worry about here… aside from Admiral Gerrel, which I'd tackle later. We had more problems than him at the moment.

Standing next to Joker, I watched the arms of the station's docking arms envelop us securing us inside the protection of the station's MES. As we pulled in however, I couldn't help but notice a smaller ship docked further in. It was smaller than a frigate, but bigger than a shuttle, seeming more like a corvette. I had never seen this ship design before, and knew it must have been newer based on the quality of its construction.

I knew there must have been some developments while I was away. Considering Dan hadn't answered any of my calls the last few hours, that meant he was either sleeping or really busy with something.

"Sean, David's been loaded into the shuttle. We're just waiting for you now." Karin's voice announced over my omni-tool, prompting a quick sigh from me.

"On my way." I replied, closing my omni-tool and looking over at Joker. "Try not to do anything funny with my ship while I'm gone."

"What? I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of sitting still." He quipped, forcing a smile onto my face as I walked away.

I wasn't going to get into a back-and-forth with him right now. I had important things to do.

Making my way down on the elevator, a few things popped into my head.

I knew Han'Gerrel was on the lookout for me, and had likely been notified that the Normandy was back in port. My goal was to avoid him like the plague, much in the same manner I used to avoid my dickish supervisor when I worked part-time at UPS back in 2017. I had my omni-tool set to private mode, disabled tracking, and would be using my full understanding of CASTLE Base's interior and exterior to my full advantage.

The real problem would arise when visiting my family and friends. Those would be the moments when he'd be most likely to find me, either in person or by some Migrant Fleet marines. Either way, I imagined it would end up being quite the shouting match when we finally ran into one another.

The other problem, of course, was my wife. Ever since Fehl Prime, I hadn't messaged her regarding everything that's happened, and I was completely aware that she roughly knew what I had been involved in. She was going to be angry, that much was certain.

Hitting the bottom of the elevator shaft and walking through the hangar, I stepped quietly into the shuttle, nodding to Karin and Mordin as the hatch sealed and we accelerated out of the ship. David laid between all of us in the middle, strapped to a rolling gurney that we'd be using to take him to the medical level in CASTLE Base. I had already contacted Richard regarding this, and was both thrilled and worried regarding how… enthusiastic he had reacted to my request for assistance.

I knew neuroscience was his true passion, but this was someone's life we were dealing with here.

The shuttle shuttered as we moved through the atmosphere, resistance picking up as I watched the cloud layer envelop the view outside.

"Patient stable, no change in heart rate or brain activity." Mordin assessed as some turbulence hit us, knocking us around slightly as the inertial dampeners fought to keep us in equilibrium. "Looking forward to seeing facility. Talented engineers."

"You'll both have full access to the medical level, don't worry." I reassured, looking between him and Karin. "For now, I just want him to get better."

Breaking the cloud layer, Serenity Valley opened up below us, with Camp Dolor, CASTLE Base, and our homestead clearly visible from this altitude.

"CASTLE Control, this is Ranger 1 requesting permission to land." The pilot called out over the radio as I peered into the cockpit, watching the mountains slowly envelop us.

"Roger Ranger 1, you are authorized to land at Pad 3." The operator on the other end confirmed, giving us the green light. "Admiral Han'Gerrel wanted me to inform you that he wishes to speak to Dr. Michaels as soon as possible."

I looked at the pilot, exchanging an annoyed glance and a head shake before he returned his attention to the controls.

"Understood, Control. Ranger 1 out." He cut off, bringing us in for a landing as I turned back around to the main cabin.

"Sorry you two, but I need to make myself scarce for a while. I'll meet you later in the lab." I explained before looking down at David. "Don't worry, man. My buddy Richard will take care of you."

With that, the shuttle doors opened, exposing us to the still-cold air. Luckily for us we had partially cloudy skies instead of rain or snow, and I was able to slink into CASTLE Base's interior easily with my ID. I wasn't going to risk my office or the lower level archive where my wife likely was, so I instead opted to check the multi-use lab spaces below.

"Hey, have either of you two seen Dr. Nemo around?" I asked the two guards posted near the front desk, donned in full suits of power armor.

"Uh, yeah. He's downstairs running some kind of experiment in the labs." One of them answered, pointing towards the elevators. "I'd be careful though, he explicitly told the staff he didn't want to be disturbed."

"Thanks, I'll keep my wits about me." I nodded, walking off once more.

Taking the stairs and making sure to do my best to stay away from cameras, I finally made my way to the level where all the labs were. If he was indeed down here like the guards up top had said, he wouldn't be hard to find. After passing several of the labs, I finally came across one, LS-7, with a sign above the door, labeled "NEMO'S WORKSHOP / STAY OUT" in big, bold letters.

I couldn't help but laugh at both how serious he was and how ridiculous he came off sometimes.

It would seem he was indeed one-hundred percent serious about it, too. The door was locked out to anyone with a Level 4 clearance or lower, meaning only vital personnel, team leads, and members of the Conclave and Admiralty were able to get in. Obviously, I was able to get in unobstructed.

The lab looked more like a storage room from first glance. The place was filled with crates of various shapes and sizes, appearing to be mostly raw building materials such as steel and titanium. The one desk I could spot from the doorway was strewn with papers, tools, and half-eaten food, several meals worth of it. Music I recognized could be heard playing near the back of the lab, immediately recognizable as the New Order's "True Faith".

"What the-... who the fuck is that?" I heard Dan exclaim in minor surprise, the music volume going down as irregular footsteps could be heard approaching from the back. "I thought I told you asses I didn't want to be distur-"

He immediately cut himself off as we both made visual contact with one another. He was in rough shape visually, clothes obviously having been worn for several days straight. He had begun to grow an unruly beard and moustache, breaking up his facial profile a surprising amount, and his hair was as unkempt and oily as ever. He stared at me for a few seconds before cracking a goofy smile.

"H-hey Sean!" He greeted with seemingly renewed enthusiasm, walking towards me with a very noticeable limp. "I didn't know you were back!"

"Been trying to keep myself scarce. Trying not to telegraph my location to Gerrel and the rest of the Admirals." I explained, holding my right hand against the side of my mouth for emphasis. "Well… mostly just Gerrel."

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe how a-angry he is…" He shook his head, letting out a quick sigh, followed by a cough. "So uh… how are you doing?"

"Fine, fine." I nodded, looking down at the carbon-fiber foot that had replaced his old one. "Um… how's the new leg? Replacement, I mean."

"I'm still getting used to it." He shrugged, looking more indifferent than anything else. "Balance is still a b-bit off, and I'm still in plenty of pain. Richard thinks he might be a...able to build me one of those fancy Geth prosthesis, but he's still working out issues with reproducing the m-muscle fibers from scratch."

"Well, at least you'll have something new and fancy in the future." I smiled, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "So what's with the big, flashy sign and all this material you've got here?"

"I've been d-doing some of my own work since you've been gone." He stated, taking a few steps away me, limping slightly on his carbon fiber prosthetic. "Remember that argon con...containment system we built for that SDD back on the Barn?"

"I remember it very clearly, though I was under the impression we weren't going to be delving into any of that research again." I offhandedly chastised, not wanting to remember that experience.

"Knock it off, you had no problem using our emitter designs to finish Jack's work on the MES." Dan spat back with a glare and a fair amount of venom, genuinely surprising me.

I must have made a face that shocked him too, because he immediately shifted from anger to remorse.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to…" He quickly apologized, looking like a child that had been caught stealing from his mother's purse. "I've been… having a v-very hard time adjusting."

"It's OK, you were right to call me out on my hypocrisy." I reassured, walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Please, show me what you've been doing."

"Sure." He smiled, walking towards the very back end of his lab.

The sight he walked me into looked like it was directly lifted from the 1985 movie Real Genius. It looked like a large chemical laser setup with what appeared to be part of Dan's old argon cooling system attached. The wall facing the business end of the device had its panels ripped off, exposing the rock normally hidden behind it, along with an odd-looking, circular hole carved into the stone. I was thoroughly intrigued.

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd been busy." I chuckled, crossing my arms as he walked around to the other side of the device.

"While sitting in my h-house thinking about what to do with my free time, I thought back to our original work." He started, his face filled with focus as he spoke. "What I thought of seemed impossible at first, but then I had an epiphany… using my old argon cooling system as a dis...disperser, I can use the plasma generated by our reactors, excited then c-compressed, as the catalyst needed to generate a particle laser measuring... one megajoule per liter."

One megajoule per liter. That was enough to immediately shock me.

"Jesus Christ, Dan!" I exclaimed, backing away from the laser in surprise. "That's hotter than the surface of a star!"

"It gets better." He grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Using a small m-mass effect core to further accelerate the argon m-matrix, we can get seven seconds of continuous fire from a single cell of plasma."

"How the hell would you cool this? It would take massive amounts of sinks just to dissipate the waste heat alone." I questioned, still wide-eyed and worried about being next to a machine like this.

"That's the real bea...beauty of this system." He went on, walking over and running his index finger over the back of the laser. "Because my argon cooling system is partially b-built into the design, I've configured the system so the heat dissipates into the co...cooler as it fires. The more power used, the colder it gets."

He walked back around, handing me some laser safety goggles as he threw on a pair himself. He picked up a plasma cell, inserting it into the back of the device before flicking a switch. The laser assembly began to hum and the capacitors in the back of the room audibly charged, filling the room with a frightening electrical din.

"Here, get behind the barrier." He urged, pulling me back behind the tinted safety barrier as the humming reached its apex. "Laser...fire!"

The air around me suddenly became hot as a loud "snapping" noise rang out, the capacitors dumping their collective charge. On the other side of the barrier, a blinding, violet ray could be seen piercing the target, slicing a clean, circular hole through it. If not for the goggles, the beam very well could have rendered me blind.

After only a second and a half, Dan shut the laser off, forcing me to readjust my eyes. The room started to get cold again as the argon cooler did its job and the air conditioning caught back up. Frost built up around the argon cooler, quickly becoming a foggy ice sheet as the ambient moisture in the air froze on contact.

"Alright, power lines are disconnected… go take a look." He reassured, waving his hand towards the smoking target.

I walked over to it, taking a harder look at the material he had decided to test with. Upon closer inspection, I discovered it to be a chunk of the hull plating used in the construction of our Phantom-class vessels, one-foot thick. A weave of titanium, ceramic, and ablative material. The laser had cut through all of it like a hot knife through butter. I peered through the hole, seeing the melted rock burned out of the exposed rock wall.

"I'm surprised you didn't cut straight through the mountain." I joked, looking back at him as he smiled.

"The rock does a surprisingly g-good job dissipating the heat, considering it used to be volcanic, mostly obsidian." He pointed out as the melted rock poured out of the hole in the wall, quickly cooling against the air.

"So… military applications are abundant, I see." I mused, feeling the heat radiate from the target as small cracks could be heard as the ceramic portion of the armor fractured attempting to adjust to the massive thermal shock the laser put on it. "The Admirals gave you permission to do this?"

"Gerrel did, actually." He nodded, crossing his arms. "He wanted a ch-cheaper version of the GARDIAN arrays that could be produced exclusively in-sy...system, but considering the already inherent limitations of the platform, I decided to ditch his original design s-specifications and create a new system from scratch."

He walked back around, facing me before looking back to his laser.

"This, much like the ODPs, would function as a first s-strike weapon. The first shot would have to be a crippling one, because it doesn't fully cool for seven mi-minutes." He explained, rubbing his hands together. "By that point, you'd be risking the internal c-components of the laser just for a low-power shot."

"Unbelievable." I shook my head, still trying to wrap my head around all of this. "What's the stress limit on those internal components?"

"Well, that's the only real d-drawback." He admitted, picking up a fire extinguisher and unloading it on the molten part of the wall. "While I haven't had it f-field tested yet, I predict we'd get about t-twelve shots before the projection chamber warps beyond recognition, with the s-seven-minute cooling periods."

"But in exchange, you have a weapon that's capable of engaging targets at nearly unlimited range." I nodded, finally getting my head around this system. "Dan, this could change the fundamentals of space combat. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do." He said with confidence, chin raised high as he let his rarely-seen cocky side show through. "To be fair, I doubt it could be mou...mounted on satellites with the power demands, but just about anything else with our r-reactors and the needed space… vhwop!"

I smiled, unable to frown in the face of his upbeat attitude as another through crossed my mind.

"So, you have a name for it, yet?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall.

"The "Knight" Particle Laser System, or the P.L.S. or Knight for short." He immediately answered, looking satisfied with himself.

"Please?" I spoke phonetically, not able to contain my mild amusement with his acronym. "That's a hell of a name, man."

"You got a better one?" He sneered, looking slightly annoyed.

"No, no, it's just fine." I chuckled, holding up both of my hands.

There was a moment of silence between the two of us as we both watched the red hot hole in the wall slowly cool. Dan took in a sharp breath, adjusting his stance slightly as he turned to fully face me.

"I… forgot to a-apologize for missing those calls." He said in a softer tone, chin now held downwards. "I've been shacked up in here for the last weeks, figured it was e-easier getting to Medical that way."

"Don't worry about it." I brushed off, feeling the heat behind my ears easing off.

"So, I heard Richard m-mention a new "patient" an hour ago, some guy from Cerberus?" Dan remarked, giving me a bit of a stink eye in the process. "Are you collecting these pe...people like trophies or something?"

"He's not Cerberus." I immediately denied, putting my hands behind my back as we walked back into the front of the workshop. "He's nothing more than a victim in all this."

Dan shrugged, obviously not wanting to continue this particular conversation.

"So what were those designs on your workbench over there?" I pointed out, not wanting to break the flow of our meeting. "I saw something in orbit that looked similar."

"Well… that's another s-story entirely." He nodded, picking up the large paper from underneath his various tools and food containers to give me a better look. "I dr...dreamt this up my first night back after I tried, and f-failed, to get some sleep."

Sure enough, it looked to be the same ship design I had spotted above attached to Cairo Station. Unlike the Phantom-class which Dan and I both designed together, this new "Galleon-class corvette" was entirely designed by him. It was rounded and more modular in design, taking noticeable design cues from the USAC Lewis And Clark from Event Horizon. It was essentially our Reach System with a small hull built around it, encompassing about sixty percent of the ship's mass. It had no hangar, minimal crew space, and was all utility.

Due to its size, Dan was able to cram as much armor and shielding into the design as possible. It was built like a tank, having so many defensive systems built in that I had a hard time believing he managed to fit them all in such a small frame. Titanium-A armor plating, advanced kinetic shielding, our newest MES, and two GARDAN arrays. The obvious primary offensive option was the new "Knight" system, but the ship also featured two dual 155mm mass accelerator turrets.

It was strangely beautiful, and strikingly simplistic.

"How'd you manage to swing this one with the Admirals?" I gaped, surprised that he not only got it approved, but built in such a short amount of time.

"It was sur...surprisingly easy. After impressing them with my P.L.S., I m-managed to convince them that a series of smaller, lightly-crewed s-ships would benefit the Fleet." He gloated, letting me hold the design as he walked back over to the bench, picking up a small, 3D model of the vessel. "Due to its simplicity, I m-managed to get a test ship built in less than two w-weeks."

I threw my head back slightly in an exaggerated manner, taking in a sharp breath.

"So… how effective is it?" I asked, taking the model he offered me as he took back the schematic.

"Very. The twelve-man test crew loved it, J-just got back with it today, actually." He smiled as I looked over the small model, noticing all the fine details. "Yesterday they t-tested a copy of the setup I've got down here, and it went perfectly. We e-even managed to-"

Before Dan could explain the ship in any further detail, the doors to the lab space opened up, revealing Han'Gerrel, flanked by two Migrant Fleet marines in light exos.

"He caught up real damn fast." I thought to myself, making eye contact with the man as I handed the model back to Dan without a word.

"Dr. Michaels… so this is where you retreated to." He said in his usual, boisterous tone, sounding none too pleased with me. "You lost your ship, stole classified weapons, and refused to speak with me… you have a lot to answer for."

"What's there to answer for?" I immediately deflected, walking towards him as the marines took a few steps forward themselves. "I helped save a colony of innocent people who might have died if we hadn't helped bolster their defenses. Can you say the same?"

"You know we didn't want to be involved, doctor! You knowingly and deliberately shared our technology with outside parties who now know our capabilities!" He argued, angrily clenching his fist.

"Oh, so better a colony of innocent people get slaughtered then?!" I yelled, stepping even further, nearly close enough that I could breathe on his visor to fog it up. "Forget those humans out in the middle of nowhere, we've got to hoard that technology for ourselves! God forbid we actually help people outside of our clique!"

"This isn't up for debate, doctor. You're not going to talk your way out of this one" He shook his head, voice dripping with venom. "As of this moment, I am revoking your status as Ship Captain and placing you under arrest for theft and treason."

"Y-you can't do that!" Dan yelped out in sudden protest, walking over as I stood in place, glaring at the man as the marines walked over to me, looking down as I refused to break eye contact.

"Don't you start, Nemo! You're just as guilty as him, and still on thin ice as it is!" He remarked, jabbing his finger into Dan' surprised face. "Maybe if you had listened to us, you and your ship would still be in one piece!"

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed out in sudden rage, punching the Admiral as hard as I could in the solar plexus, causing him to heave forwards in pain before the marines grabbed me by the arms, preventing me from doing anything else to him. "That's what you get for talking to my friend like that, you piece of shit!"

"Get him out of here." Gerrel ordered in a lowered voice, obviously in an intense amount of pain.

With that, the marines dragged me off, likely to some holding cell aboard on of the Liveships. I was perfectly aware and knew how much trouble I had just gotten myself into, but after hearing him talk to my best friend like that, I felt no remorse over my actions.

He deserved what he got, and more.

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A/N: Things are heating up again, and this time it looks like Sean is in serious trouble. One will have to wonder how this'll pan out in the future, but it's sure to be interesting, that's for certain. What'll happen to David? How'll Sean's trial pan out? We'll just have to wait and find out!

As always, I'd love to read any reviews, and I'm always up for suggestions and constructive criticism! Stay tuned!