"…" No words were spoken. No sounds other than the clinking of the parts being put together.
She finally let out a sigh, lifting the sniper rifle she had just constructed to the rail, carefully placing it in such a fashion in which she would be able to aim and fire unobstructed.
The Spriggans and the Mojin were both asleep other than the occasional night guard passing through, not that it mattered. This deep into their base would merit less careful scrutiny.
It took only moments to locate his room, a small lab guarded by a pair of sleeping Spriggans. Nothing too difficult.
With a careful movement, she left the readied rifle on the railing and jumped off the three-story balcony overlooking Greenhaven.
A subtle and unheard tap as she landed gracefully and stealthily on the ground echoed throughout the gigantic forest-like base, she sprinted across the empty gardens and arrived at her destination in seconds.
"…43534…" She typed in the access code to the room and slipped inside.
It was easier than she had thought.
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She was attuned to the shadow, being able to see in almost complete darkness.
A steel lab table was centered in the rectangular room, and she saw the sheet pulled up over a figure stretched out on the table.
With a cautious step forward she approached the table and lifted the blanket.
"…Goddamn it." She quietly and flatly cursed to herself as the rocks underneath were revealed, and she saw it coming.
Mat dropped from the ceiling and slammed into her with a flying kick, sending her across the room and against the wall.
Before she could even react he was upon her, grasping her smaller and more nimble frame before pushing her against the table roughly. His entire body pinned hers to the table.
"Who are you!?" He demanded angrily as he pulled off her black hood, the face-cover fading as it was pulled off.
What was underneath shocked him. A young woman, barely older than nineteen. But different. She had grey skin, pointed ears, and her head was completely shaved. Two lines of black war paint stretched from the far ends of her eyes, down her cheeks, and all the way to the base of her neck just at the point before connecting. Her eyes were gold with tinges of crimson.
With a kick she managed to catch him off-guard, pushing him away. As he struggled to stand she was scrambling over the table so she could get to the door.
Mat just barely caught her by one of her boots, pulling her back and fumbling due to her slick and wet armor.
"Just hold-Argh!-still!" He grunted in pain as she kicked at his ribs multiple times.
With the last of his final wind he launched himself forward and completely pinned her down to the table.
She was finally caught. As he caught his breath she tried to struggle, but he had both of her wrists in his grip and her legs pinned down by his.
Despite her clear defeat she refused to admit it, struggling against it and in the end finally angrily yelling in frustration.
"Goddamn it, I give up! Let me go!" She relented and stopped, her body becoming limp yet tense.
With some apprehensiveness Mat stood up and allowed her space.
She feebly moved her arms and legs, her breathing hard.
"Who are you?" Mat asked with a sigh.
The young girl gave him a hard and infuriated look, and simply shifted to face away from him. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled to turn her back.
"Who are you?" He asked forcefully.
"…Go away." She answered quietly.
"Who. Are. You?" He asked, becoming angry and pulling much more harshly.
Not even seeming to care, she simply shifted back and closed her eyes.
"Go ahead. Do what you want. I've been tortured, raped, mutilated, cut, undergone surgery, and I've dealt with it." Her answer hinted at being completely unfazed by his demand.
When he heard that, he instantly let go of her. Instead he stroked her arm soothingly.
Apparently that wasn't something she was used to. Instantly opening her eyes, she gave him an apprehensive look and looked confused.
"Look…what is your name? Why are you here? Why do you want to kill me?" Mat asked quietly.
"…I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to warn you." She answered softly.
"Of what?" Mat was surprised.
"…The silver one. Elijah. He is gathering his forces. The Arachne and the Legion, along with his own armies, are already prepared to begin a massive invasion of the entire space station." She continued.
"What?!" He exclaimed.
"A surprise assault will garner an advantage for him. Without the full strength of your allies, he will quickly annihilate his enemies with his new weapons and tactics." She finished.
He remained silent for several minutes, with her looking irritable.
"You were the one who helped back at the Seeker assault, weren't you?" Mat finally spoke.
"Yeah. I threw the grenades. Barely evaded being noticed by the Gnomites." She nodded.
"Why are you helping us?" He asked slowly.
"Because that's none of your business. Your past and mine aren't entirely different." She spoke dismissively and mysteriously.
After a pause of uncomfortable silence Naome stood and moved for the door. Instantly Mat was upon her again.
"Oh, come on! What more do you want from me?" She complained, and kneed him angrily.
"Ooof! Ow…we need your help. Elijah is too strong to fight without any possible help." He explained.
Naome let out a long and exasperated sigh, and simply sat on the table with her legs crossed. She closed her eyes and simply went silent.
"What…are you doing?" He asked curiously.
"Meditating." She responded shortly.
"…Stay in here. I need to talk to some people." Mat left the room and carefully sealed it, changing the code secretly.
He didn't hear the string of quiet curses directed at him as the door sealed itself.