Chapter 6 - Complications part 9

(She nods)

Its okay...

(She sighs and goes to the edge)

Im...going back to my room...

(She grabs a towel and mostly dries off)
(She leaves and goes to her room)

(Dormii)
=I take a deep breath and go sit on the bottom of the pool, closing my eyes=

=I sigh=

Interesting

=I look at the other two for a moment and look off=

(Dormii)
=I let my breath out slowly, small bubbles escaping my nose=
Why can't I feel? I can show it but it's not...what the hell is wrong?

(Mali)
=watching Dormii's thoughts=
How do I fix this....there is no cause! He just seems to have...let them go. I can't fix a cause that isn't there! Mm....shut up, I know. Just, shut up and let me think, okay? I do not! Holy...I do....

=she stops=

there is always hope

(Dormii)
=my breath runs out and I surface, swimming over the edge and climbing out, drying myself and my clothes off=

(Dylon)
=I find a suitable amount of C4, and I take it with me back to the workbench. I start putting pieces along with remote detonators in the hollowed out bullets=

(Dormii)
=once I am dried, I put my armor on and walk back to the firing range, grabbing an MA5b assault rifle off the rack and letting the gun shoot my thoughts away into the targets. I reload and continue firing=

(Jason)

=13 hours worth of movies, t.v. shows, one board game, and a round of karaoke later, and we had exited slip-space in the Sigma Octanus system. I made my way to the bridge while Miri slept things off in my room=

Okay Argo, where exactly are we supposed to drop off this package?

(Dylon)
=i manage to pack a few speed-loader-fulls of these "explosive bullets", and i start working on the detonator. I'm planning on having it be a remote detonator on the revolver itself. i get to work, using the electrician table tutorials a few times=

(Jason)

=Argo appeared on screen, next to a copy of the message from my employer=

@ Jason- According to the message, you are to dock here, at the port of Cortes. From there, you are to take the package to the hotel, El Dorado.

=I brought up the hotel on my computer. Very fancy place: Five star hotel, mostly designed for the big money people. I'd have to dress properly, if I wanted to get in. Time to get the suit, and I did not mean the MJOLNIR=

(Dylon)
=the detonator starts to take shape, but it's not quite there. i keep working=

(Jason)

Argo, get us to that port. I'm gonna have to get my tux.

=Argo took control of the ship, and we started heading for the port=

Understood Ja-- Wait, you have a tux?

=I grinned a little=

Let me guess: hard to believe?

(Dylon)
=the detonator is finished, and i head towards cell block C, trying to ignore the one prisoner we have onboard as she tries to get my attention=

(Miranda)

=I was in bed when I heard the sound of clothes rustling. I looked up to see Jason, putting on a tux. Jason, the rogue, black ops Spartan, was wearing a tux. My world felt askew=

Then again, if he can sing Sweet Child of Mine, who's to say he can't wear a tux.

Hey, nice tux.

(He sighs as he finishes the repairs on the bike and his arm)

(He reattaches it and heads to his room)

(She had entered her room)
(Thinking of nothing but her home)

Are you taking care of it...Aaron?


=I had left the pool and went back to my room=
=I had fallen asleep=
=This time. No dreams come=


(He enters his room. Landing in London playing)
(He sits on the bed. Losing himself again)

(Dylon)
=i fire a round into the wall of one of the empty cells. i push the detonator, and the round goes off, makes a loud bang and a lot of smoke. When it clears, i see that the bullet hole was a bit larger=
Looks like i just made a bullet version of a shaped charge. Cool

(A vision present itself to him)
(He lays down)

(The vision follows him and lays her head on his chest)
(He sighs)

(He begins stroking the imaginary hair)
(The track switches to Broken)

(He falls asleep)

(Jason)

=I laughed a little as I tried to put on the tie=

Yeah well, the drop off point requires me to wear the proper attire. If I don't I won't make it past the front door.

=Miri got out of bed, a chuckle passing her lips. She walked over to me, and helped me with the tire=

@ Jason- Well, we should go on these types of jobs more often then. I like seeing you in a suit.

(Dylon)
=i fire the rest of the shots in the mag, and detonate them. blowing a large hole and making a smallish opening through to the other side. i whistle=
I like.

=i reload, with normal rounds this time, and walk out of the cells, once again ignoring the prisoner. i look at the Jailer=
Send our prisoner some food and water, make sure she's okay. If she won't eat, force feed her. She's going to stay alive until she talks.

=the Jailer nods and hurries off to follow the order. i walk back to my room and fall asleep, putting my mask on it's stand=

(Jason)

=I rolled my eyes a little. She didn't seem to care though. In fact, she pulled out a camera from her bag=

@ Jason- Just so I have proof that you were in a suit.

=I grinned a little, and posed for the picture=

Yeah, I call this one, "Blue Steel."

=This time, she rolled her eyes. She took the picture, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek=

@ Jason- Have fun with the rich people.

=I turned and walked away=

Yeah, with my luck, they'll try to frame me for a crime, then use their money to deny it.

=He would've tried to stop the 'questioning' if it was anyone else. No Human deserved to be treated like this... But an Innie didn't count as a Human. They were 'things' that ran away during war, they wouldn't help fight this war against the Covenant. Shit... He prefered aliens to Rebels.=

(Strong Russian Accent)
@The Innie: Hey! Why don't you just tell them what they need to know?

I punch the desk in the study, passing close to the projecter that Night was using. She stares at me, impassive.

What can we do.

Code:

Visit a world. Walk among it's inhabitants. Learn what you can.

You know that was not what i meant.

Night continues staring

He can't just send me to do this.

Code:

I think he just did.

But why. Why should i?

Code:

He did save your life, brought you here, keeps you sustained and helps you. It's only fair.

I am not some lowly assassin.

Code:

He thinks differently.

He can go fuck himself.

I storm out of the room.

(Lynn)

(She had led Grace back to her room)
(She went off to the messhall)

How the hell....am I suppose to not help her...but make it seem like I am....

(She sighs)


(Draco)

(He woke up)
(The vision faded)

Hmm

(He looks around)

=Zero emerges from his room asfter a long sleep. He realizes he had slept with his armor on and chuckles breifly. He heads down to the medbay to check on the status of the girl. She hadnt improved much, but had been stabilized. He heads to the Hanger to retreive his things from the Pelican. An SMAR-17 ,with his name scratched into the side, and his insignias on either side as well. An M45 Tactical shotgun, and a few grenades. He checks the ammo canisters for the SMAR-17's flamethrower. Only two left. He slings his weapons and starts exploring the ship=

(He stands and goes over to his armor)

(He puts it on and grabs his Hydra, Handcannon, Nullifier, and Shield)

(He checks his arm again and heads out into the hallway)

(He makes his way to the messhall)

(Dylon)
=i wake up and decide to go explore the hanger, seeing what all kinda of combat fighters we have. i know we have some Longswords and Pelicans, but i want so see if there is anything else=

=I head to the Hangar, and begin looking for the Longsword that Zeru said I could fly. I find it and climb in.=

How does this thing work...

(Dylon)
=i find a few Shortsword bombers as I explore=
Well, those would've been nice to have a while back...


=i grab a Pelican and head back over to the Trophaeum, or whatever it was called. i radio the Dead and Back and say that we are on leave for as long as we are here, until told otherwise=
Standard weapon carrying rules apply, no one leaves their stuff behind.

"Yes, sah."

=I begin pressing buttons, and end up reversing into the wall.=

Wrong button...

=I figure out how to go foward, and 'fly' out of the hangar.=

(Dylon)
=i see a Longsword fly out of the Trophaeum hanger, but I ignore it, for now. i continue on my course and land in the Troph's hanger bay. I get out and start walking around=

=i hug lana=

morning, babe, how'd you sleep?

(Lana)
=i kiss him on the cheek=
Wonderfully, you?

=Zero heads to the shooting range to practice with his SMAR-17=

(Jason)

=I got the package inside a wheeled suitcase, and a minute later, I was outside the docks, and hailing a cab. I was starting to regret wearing the suit: this damn planet was too humid. A few seconds later, a cab pulled up=

@ Jason- Where're you heading?

=I got in the back of the cab, and handed the driver some bills=

The El Dorado hotel please.

=He pocketed the money, and started driving into the city=

perfectly...

=i look out the window=

we're here!

=i pick her up=

ready to be rich?

(Lana)
=i smile=
Only if you are, m'dear.

=He sets the gun to single shot and fires at the targets down-range=

=is sitting there working on an escape plan in his head=

=i put her down and go get zeru, i drag him into the bridge=

ready lana?

(Miranda)

=While Jason was out making his delivery, I decided to get out of the ship, and stretch my legs. Besides, I had never really seen Sigma Octanus IV=

(Jason)

=10 minutes later, and I was standing outside the El Dorado hotel, paying the cab driver the rest of my fare. He nodded thanks to me, and I turned to enter the building. first thing I noticed: the doorman's outfit. My suit wasn't cheap or anything, but jesus, his suit made mine look like I got it a thrift store. He stopped me at the door=

@ Jason- Excuse me sir, may I ask what your business here is?

=I smiled a little, and showed him my case=

Hi. I was paid to deliver this package to a guest here.

(Artyom)

=He reloads his SMG and holsters it. He just stares at the sky, through the tree's. Or something peaceful like that.=

(Lana)
I'm ready, Kurbis.

i don't trust you, i'd rather just drag you...

=i pull him off the ship and walk to an old building=

been nice knowin' ya zeru...

(Jason)

=The doorman relaxed a little, and opened the door for me=

@ Jason- My apologies sir; the hotel desk is just over there. They should be able to help.

=I nodded my thanks, and walked through the lobby toward the desk. For the record, this lobby was huge: It was as big as a small hangar, for Christ's sake. A minute later though, and I got to the desk=

Hello. My name's Shepard. I was told to bring this package here.

=The employee smiled, and checked her computer=

@ Jason- Okay, can you tell me who the package is for?

=I looked at the message from my employer, and found the name I was supposed to use=

Yes, I was told to deliver it to a Mr. Smith.

(Lana)
=i go wait by the door, knowing I cant do anything to help at this point=

= i drag zeru into the building=

hey, Roy! i got another target for ya


roy: oh, yeah who?


me: zeru ishtar!

roy:... damn, that's a lot of money...

(Dylon)
=i head to the Troph's messhall, getting the sudden urge to steal some food, and maybe take some back to the ship. i walk in and grab a tray of something and start eating, setting my mask to the side=

(He entered the messhall, conversing with the civilians)


=I had decided to head out to the training room=

=I enter and see many of the dummies already badly beaten=

Jesus...

=I take my Katars and begin training=


(She left her room. A new set of clothes)
(She entered the messhall and walked up to Dante)

Sarah-Hey. When are we leaving?

Dante(shrugs)-Why leave

Sarah(smiles)-I dont know

(Dylon)
=i can't help but hear them talk. i try not to look like i am listening in on their conversation, but i can tell i am failing miserably=

Don't look over here...