Author's note: sorry this one was a while coming. I've been busy lately with stuff and haven't had the time to write that often, but here it is! Comments! Reviews! Suggestions! All are welcome as long as you're nice about it!
The Big Brother woke up in a haze. His head was pounding, his eye, shoulder and hand hurt, and he couldn't remember anything at all. After a short while when his vision adjusted to the dim light of the room he was in, he sat up on the table he was on and looked around. It appeared to be some sort of operating room, with bits and pieces of armor scattered about. On a table off to the side, there was another figure. He instantly recognized it as another Big Brother. The other big brother was holding a box, about four feet long.
"Where am I?" The big Brother on the table asked, reaching up to rub his hurting eye. He noticed the suit he was in. It was the standard Big Brother suit, minus the cage and air tank so he could lie down. He flexed his fingers in his seemingly injured hand and the pain drifted away. An idea coming to him, he rolled his shoulders and blinked a few times. After his shoulders popped, all of the pain left his body. The other Big Brother noticed him awake.
"You, my newest Brother, are in Point Prometheus. Birthplace of the Big Daddy, Sister, and now, Brother projects, in addition to the Little Sisters as well." The other Brother said, hopping off the table and walking over to the operating table. Something flashed in the back of the still sitting Brother's head. Something about a sister….the Brother brushed the thought away.
"Who are you?" He asked. The other Brother seemed surprised.
"Who am I? That's a first. Normally I'm the one asking who people are. Namely those Big Sisters and they aren't so…generous, with that information." The Brother responded cheerfully. "Anyway, My name is Orion Windell, Euphoria class Big Brother, and you are?" Orion asked, gesturing to him. The Brother thought for a moment, coming to a startling conclusion.
"I-I don't know. I think am a….Hal…Halcyon? Something like that." The Halcyon Brother responded. Orion huffed.
"Can't remember your own name?" He asked. The Brother shook his head. Orion shrugged. "Alright, I'll just call you Halcyon for now, Hal for short, is that ok?" The newly renamed Halcyon nodded.
"Yes, that would be fine." Hal replied. Orion clapped.
"Good! Oh, that reminds me. This," He said, pointing to the box, "is for you. Has a choice selection of gear in there for you, pick what you want." Halcyon nodded and swung his legs over the side of the table. He stood slightly unsteadily, getting used to the almost skin tight suit. He strode over to the box, growing steadier with every step. As he reached the box, he turned to Orion.
"How did we become Big Brothers?" Hal asked, turning back to the box and opening it. Inside of the box was a helmet, also close to form fitting. There was a peculiar design etched into the face of the mask, surrounding the angular eye ports completely. Hal shrugged and put the helmet on, sealing it with a hiss. Next to the table was the air tank, which he strapped on next and connected to his suit. He took a deep breath and released it.
"How? Not normally one of the first questions I've heard from the Big Sisters and it certainly wasn't in mine. Honestly? I don't know." Orion said, shrugging.
"It's alright." Hal said, looking over along retractable blade. He placed it on the hard points on his left arm and retracted the blade with a sickening schlick. Orion winched under his helmet. That had sounded nasty. As Hal pulled up what was supposed to be his extraction needle, he paused.
"Hey Orion, how many needles do you have on your arm?" Hal asked, still studying the object in his hand. Orion looked at the single needle on his arm.
"One, why?" He questioned, confused.
"That's what I thought, so could you help me understand why I have this?" Hal replied, turning to show Orion a very peculiar extraction needle, which had two instead of one. The twin needles were side by side, with the empty vials attached to the back. Orion shrugged.
"Don't know, but I like it." He commented. Hal nodded, attaching it to the hard points on his right arm and retracting them. As he was about to turn away, he noticed a note in the bottom.
By the time you are reading this, Halcyon class Big Brother, then I am dead. Know that you are special, Halcyon class, in that you are one of my three greatest achievements. Listen to Orion, he will help you, and look for a Big Sister by the name of Drake. She will help you find who you need to.
-Dr. J
Hal reread the letter and folded it up, slipping it into a secure pouch. Orion gestured to the pouch.
"What was that?" He shrugged.
"Just a note from a Dr. J." Hal replied. "Nothing important."
"Alright, if you say so." Orion replied, turning to leave.
"Orion, what do we do now?" Halcyon asked. Orion stopped, turning his helmeted head to look back.
"First, we talk to the Big Sisters. Then," He replied, flicking out the extraction needle and chuckling, "We hunt."