02-03-2018, 05:18 PM
"No really. It wasn't a bother. Not at all. You know, just saving your entire realm from subsumption by the forces of darkness. Please, by all means, keep giving me shitty looks."
Hiro walked out of the Camelot gate to be greeted by surly scouts in armor, jeering him and hissing him and calling him an Imperialist. Not a shred of gratitude. It's not like his clothes were literally still smoking from the collapse of the Black Knight's castle, right.
He shook his slightly singed dreadlocks in exasperation and kept walking, even as the medieval insults bounced off his figurative mental armor. The whiteness of the Nexus was refreshing after ceaseless rolling green hills, straw thatch cottages, and the everpresent hint of cow shit that pervaded the Camelot landscape. He'd be more than happy to see the towering spires of glass and chrome Coruscant was known for. Although his apartment had probably lapsed. Shit. Oh well, first things first. Get home. Then deal with other problems.
He brought up a newsfeed on his goggles and scrolled through any recent news on the Dataverse. "Nebula forces withdrawing...brace Liberators triumphant...gang war on Tier 5...stirrings in the Deeps....eh. Nothing new." God, it had felt like months, but apparently it had only been a few weeks of battle and travel. Time was still fucky as ever in the Omniverse, and the hacker-ronin had resigned himself to that fact.
Breet breet! Breet breet!
He was getting a call. Answering, he clicked on the goggle's transparency feature so he could walk and talk across the vast expanse of whiteness. The face of Commander Kinya Caasjuun, someone he hadn't talked to in a while, flickered into view. Hiro immediately felt his stomach drop. "Oh...ohh, shit. Hey, Commander. My, uh....vacation probably ended a while ago. Do I still have a job with the EPD?"
Her blank expression belied no hints or consequences, until she spoke. "That depends. Did you recieve a missive from a Prime known as Colonel?"
Checking his notes, he nodded. "Yeah, here it is...uhh....blah blah blah....yadda yadda.....GIVE ME THE WHAT?!?"
His commander made a wry grin. "Yes. You still have a job, Hiro. If you retrieve that "gift", bring it into the Research department for study, and submit to a....let's call it an efficiency upgrade. Nothing serious or punitive. You'll still be a fully active EPD Prime Agent. But those are the conditions for your continued relationship with the Empire. Unless you want to be kicked out on your ass and go live somewhere much less safe."
Hiro rolled his eyes. "It's always something with you people...but sure. Over and out, acknowledged. I'll do just that. But first?"
"Yes, Hiro?" She asked him with a hint of exasperation.
"I need a fucking shower."
And the silicon samurai continued across the Nexus, towards home.
Hiro walked out of the Camelot gate to be greeted by surly scouts in armor, jeering him and hissing him and calling him an Imperialist. Not a shred of gratitude. It's not like his clothes were literally still smoking from the collapse of the Black Knight's castle, right.
He shook his slightly singed dreadlocks in exasperation and kept walking, even as the medieval insults bounced off his figurative mental armor. The whiteness of the Nexus was refreshing after ceaseless rolling green hills, straw thatch cottages, and the everpresent hint of cow shit that pervaded the Camelot landscape. He'd be more than happy to see the towering spires of glass and chrome Coruscant was known for. Although his apartment had probably lapsed. Shit. Oh well, first things first. Get home. Then deal with other problems.
He brought up a newsfeed on his goggles and scrolled through any recent news on the Dataverse. "Nebula forces withdrawing...brace Liberators triumphant...gang war on Tier 5...stirrings in the Deeps....eh. Nothing new." God, it had felt like months, but apparently it had only been a few weeks of battle and travel. Time was still fucky as ever in the Omniverse, and the hacker-ronin had resigned himself to that fact.
Breet breet! Breet breet!
He was getting a call. Answering, he clicked on the goggle's transparency feature so he could walk and talk across the vast expanse of whiteness. The face of Commander Kinya Caasjuun, someone he hadn't talked to in a while, flickered into view. Hiro immediately felt his stomach drop. "Oh...ohh, shit. Hey, Commander. My, uh....vacation probably ended a while ago. Do I still have a job with the EPD?"
Her blank expression belied no hints or consequences, until she spoke. "That depends. Did you recieve a missive from a Prime known as Colonel?"
Checking his notes, he nodded. "Yeah, here it is...uhh....blah blah blah....yadda yadda.....GIVE ME THE WHAT?!?"
His commander made a wry grin. "Yes. You still have a job, Hiro. If you retrieve that "gift", bring it into the Research department for study, and submit to a....let's call it an efficiency upgrade. Nothing serious or punitive. You'll still be a fully active EPD Prime Agent. But those are the conditions for your continued relationship with the Empire. Unless you want to be kicked out on your ass and go live somewhere much less safe."
Hiro rolled his eyes. "It's always something with you people...but sure. Over and out, acknowledged. I'll do just that. But first?"
"Yes, Hiro?" She asked him with a hint of exasperation.
"I need a fucking shower."
And the silicon samurai continued across the Nexus, towards home.
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