Written by fan MP07
I open my eyes little by little to acclimatize the view to the incandescent light on my face, blinking less and less after removing part of the lizards that cover the ends of the eyelids I notice that it is a room with medical equipment, expansive and with a person resting in a chair located near the door with a rifle and ghost bandana ...
Well, I'm in a safe place at least for now. I keep checking the room in silence and after making sure it is not a trap I sit still letting my head rest on the pillow and let out a sigh of relief.
My "guard" is apparently a member of the light-sleepy group, shaking his head assessing that nothing happened in his rest period when at the mere sign of drowsiness he should at least notify someone for the guard relay, focus on my person and finally decides to move his hands to the radio built into the helmet.
After a few minutes playing the gazes, the door opens and lets a group of GST operators enter the room and the leader of the pack brings back memories to me when he removes the bottom mask leaving his face in view of the occupants of the area their stoic poses maintain when they see me.
"Joe"
I look with some anger at my former partner and competition in the area of improvised explosives in the GST given the crap in which we put a defective charge in one of our deployments to Beckstein, the mark of our obvious paw in the corner of the jaw barely visible.
"Leo ... I see that you keep snooping where it doesn't suit you"
At that moment all I could do was respond with as much sarcasm as possible to such a rough welcome.
"Have you had a good time thinking about that answer, isn't it?"
Joe for his part did not respond to the offense and continues "leave the attitude and lie down that from what I see it seems that you started to kiss a vorcha and decided to go from one to one to an orgy of the damn things"
oooooohhhhh now I want to fuck this fag as you cannot imagine.
"FUCK OFF PENDEJO! I HAD A MEAT HOOK NEARLY CLIPPING ME IN THE DICK!"
He and two others flinch at that image
Deep breaths, inhale and exhale… I'm calm... I'm calm…
"Unfortunately you are not so far from the truth..." I took a breath as my memories came back to me. Ugly images flashing through my mind as I spoke. "I was with Lion following a target suspected of being one of the smugglers responsible for supplying EA with current military equipment when we had to retire to the house of security due to an alert from Phoenix that we had unusual activities near it and only part of a conversation could be obtained involving a new order of last generation armament taken from special operations in the alliance."
At the end of that sentence, the tension in the room became denser and part of the group seemed to have an unpleasant face as if they had been hit in the stomach with a bat in the way in which their postures subtly changed.
"When we regrouped, part of the commotion that had worried Phoenix had calmed down somewhat; and we had an hour of tranquility that we used to check all of the equipment brought in incase we were discovered... and it turns out that we saved some hours of life with that action."
"How did you get caught?" Joe asked, writing on a piece of paper.
"I honestly do not know, one second I was just checking my equipment; then the next second everything was exploding. Then I heard someone scream, 'Allah Ackbar' and everything went dark. I guess they knocked me out with one of their suicide bombers."
The silence reigned for a while, no one really wanting to say anything, only to be broken again by Joe.
"Well I got some bad news for you. The doctors here tell me you are gonna need months of rehab for all the damage sustained, and if there isn't any complication maybe reinstated for active duty." He told me.
I felt my anger boil up within me, "Yeah... fuck that I'm going for my gear once i can walk to a ship for my pad" I growled in reply.
"Look I would like to have you as well in the fight; but as far as I can see, you are in NO condition to help whatsoever." He stated firmly.
I sighed and asked for an omnitool, bringing up the schematics of one of the last things I wanted to see; and judging from the gasps from the other members in the medical wing in the Spirit of Fire, it was something they did not desire to see either.
"What the fuck is this, and when did you have it?" asked one of the members of the peanut gallery
Looking at the device, or more accurately, the suit and its functions being displayed; I couldn't blame them for the reaction to the closest thing me and the R&D wing have come to a reactive ceramic Nano-weave and Spartan augmentations for the fire teams frontline that could be safely administered.
I still remember Dr. Heliix's face when we were testing and prototyping.
Feeling the annoyance and bitter resentment from my situation I blow up at this point, unable to contain my frustration any longer. "dude I have been tampering with a good deal of gray zone research in between missions and I was hoping to at least developed an actual harmonizer, in case I failed to make a cheap nanosuit for us. but I have to settle for this now that the damn assholes went a wrench MY GODDAMN DRONE FOR THE FOURTH TIME WHEN I FINALLY HAD IT RUNNING 95% SLUG HAILSTORM ! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET THE THING TO SUPPRESS, BOMBARD, NAPALM, POISON, DISRUPT AND SLICE AT THE SAME TIME A BETWEEN 50 MAN HORDE OF RELIGIOUS MAMA EGGS THAT DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING MORE THAN BEING A ROPE OF LIKELY READY FOR THE KILLER!? AND JUST WHEN IT COULD NOT GET BETTER YOU KNOW WHAT THE MARICOS MADE THESE!?" I take off the cover of the part of the waist and display in full view to the visitors the lacerations from the waist to the most prominent ankles among all is the mark near the inner area of the right thigh, the scars on the coccyx and spine where I was staying part of the tail control mechanisms that were part of my insurance. "They put me in the same as the other four. They hung Al-Asad right in front of me! They made me watch as they raped Dragoness over and over! They used my head as an ashtray while carving me and the others up like an American Thanksgiving Turkey!"
BEEPBEEPBEEP! My heart monitor was going crazy as I tried to calm down somewhat; my anger causing me to slip into Spanish.
I glared at my visitors as I try to rebuild my sanity, breathe come on breathe I told myself.
"... Zandria was there… when I was recovering part of my stamina after the last round of thrashing to my chest she entered with someone who did not recognize the group of eggs that jumped us, the guy was a black man, Very tall in one of those suits that you see so commonly in there you know like the one in undina with an angular chin, long brown hair, flattened nose and hazel eyes; that made me look bad as soon as I entered with her." Joe looked at me with pity when he heard the name of one of the civilians we took out of that piece of shit called Tajicstan under the excuse of humanitarian aid from the hands of the troops of both sides.
BEEPBEEPBEEP! The instruments that captured my heartbeats shrieked again given the excitement of my current condition.
calm, calm, calm, breathe, breathe... I ordered.
Beep…Beep…Beep…
"Look… I don't want to talk about what they did while I was their host you want the info I barely managed to bring back or not?"
"...fine, what did you got out of it?" he sighed.
Making myself as comfortable as I could, I laid down the bad news.
"Aside of EA plans to mount an charge at the citadel right after our loses on Eden prime part of their troops were been move to somewhere in council space wasn't able to dig the exact location to the Maroon sea cluster; two someone in acquisitions either lost or fuck up badly cuz a crate of 20 Skell Tech Magnetic Coil-Chemical Projectile Sniper Rifle was handed from one of our bases in the terminus to the damn Abn Awaa… you know The Jackal.
I found that he was once a part of the men that served in the Systems Alliance, judging by the chitchat of the grunts when he pass by the freezer, it goes as usual; a young man helping to bring his family honor and wealth, excelling and even being selected for N-school and making it to N1. But then the whole mess with the blitz happened..."
facepalms people... facepalms for the idiot politicians all around...
"And lastly we have a serious problem given that one of our experimental charges for the Shiva class nukes reserved for sovereign is in their possession"
Nobody said nothing after that particular bit, the former tension has return and the only thing that cross all of my audience was a string of profanity to the news.
"So yeah help me get out of this room there is work to be done and we don't have time to dick around" that did the trick and got us to start addressing the coming shitstorm...
A/N: This was written by fan MP07; and his characters, Leo, post escape recovery.
He doesn't speak English natively, so if some grammar is a little wonky; it's due to English not being his first language and the both of us struggling to properly translate everything. I hope you all enjoyed, and sorry for the short length of this chapter. I promise to make it longer next time.
A lot more Content is coming around the corner; within the week at the latest.
I hope you all enjoy.
And I will see ya when I see ya.