I watch Sasha walk toward my cot. She directs me to lay on another bed that looks connected to an MRI machine. I lay down the way Sasha instructs and the test is underway. Like any normal medical test inicated by machines, there is a deafening humming sound. I feel a prickling sensation down my entire body and I shiver. However, it is over quickly, and I sit up as soon as I'm able to.
"So?" I ask "how much of a mutant am I?"
"Well, let's just say I'm surprised you aren't sprouting tentacles out of your face." Sasha says with a serious face which quickly breaks into a goofy grin. "Just kidding! But here's what I found."
She points to a picture on a screen. "The dark spots on the picture are a concentration of a material of some kind. After analyzing what the material is, and reading some of what that crazy doc had notes on, it made sense. They are nanorobots inside of you which have attached themselves to your nervous system." She indicates.
"So... what does that mean?" I ask
"It means that after they exposed you to element zero, they put in nanobots to be a replacement for an implant, which is normally a very invasive procedure. However, I guess Cerberus wanted to find a better way to do this." Sasha explains.
"Ok, so what made me so special?" I ask again. "Why am I the only one known to have survived this?"
"We don't know, it was an incredibly risky procedure, even riskier than an implant. They injected you with eezo, as well as the nanobots. You could've gotten various cancerous growths, or nothing at all from the eezo, and your body could've either rejected the nanobots, or they could have been incompatible with you and caused a lot of harm." She answered thoughtfully.
I nod. "What happens now?"
"I need to speak with the C.O. and the Alliance- the Earth military" She explains. "In the meantime, I'll have you set up with a bunk instead of bothering me 24-7."
I laughed and followed her to the bunk. She shows me to a large room with beds and motions toward one. "Here we go! There is home sweet home!"
I plop down on the bunk. Ah, nice and uncomfortable. The military did keep good on their promises. I stretch, not feeling any sense of drowsiness. I shrugged and decided to do some floor exercises until I felt tired. I start my pushups and revel in the stretching in my muscles. I keep on going, until a grunt walks in and chuckles.
"Y'know there's a gym, right?" he says.
"Really?" I squeal with excitement "Could you tell me where to go?"
"Yeah, sure. Although, I've never seen anyone excitedto go to the gym... well except maybe some of those crazy jarheads." He shrugs with a smile.
I follow the grunt's directions and I end up in a pretty well-stocked gym. I decided to start jogging around the perimeter. After my months of intense training, I started to enjoy running once I stopped having the feeling of flamethrowers being shoved into my lungs. After my dashing, I decided to go for the ever-enticing heavy bags. I glanced over, and seeing no hand protection, sighing, reminding myself I had to go easy, or I'd split my knuckles.
"Left jab, right cross, bob and weave." I murmured to myself, doing the actions as I said the accompanying phrase. I moved around the heavy bag while doing the quick succession of strikes. I reversed my stance and did the order of movements, but mirrored. After I felt appropriately tired (and a bit dizzy from walking in circles), I cooled down with some rapid hammer punches to the top of the bag.
"Good workout, killer?" a male voice asked. I jumped and squeaked, as I had no idea I was being watched. I turned around, seeing Mr. Pretty Face chuckling. "I wasn't stalking you, I swear. I'm just under orders to observe you."
"Yeah, that's what they always say." I replied with some light sarcasm.
He looked surprised, and put his arms up, meaning no harm. "No, really. The C.O. told me to keep an eye on you. She said she wants to make sure your incarceration didn't make you psychotic like some other biotic prisoners." He shivered, obviously thinking about something or someone that freaked him out.
"Ok then, what have you assessed so far?" I asked, hands going to my hips.
"Well, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end on your left jab, that's for certain." He joked. "But on a more serious note, I don't have as much information as I'd like, so for testing purposes, I'd like to fight you."
"Er... ok." I shrugged "but just a few questions. What are the rules, and do you have any hand wraps or something?"
"The rules are no permanent damage, and yes, we have some hand wraps or something." He replied.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road then." I said.
"Alright" he responded.
We faced each other and went into our stances, keeping eye contact. I inhaled deeply, and then let it out slowly, readying myself for a sparring match.
A/N: Thanks everyone who is reading! I get really excited when I get alerts from new viewers who favorite the story! What I also like are reviews! (*cough cough, hint hint*) Also, as I forgot a question of the week last time... What class would you make your ideal Shephard, and why? Thanks for reading!