04-07-2015, 02:14 AM
Sleep. Glorious Sleep. How I could only hope of a good night's rest after all I'd been thought, both at home and in the Omniverse. I've probably spent more time asleep in military bunks, cots, and the floor than in a real bed. I hadn't gotten much sleep that night, as I was always on guard, waiting for whatever horrible ambush that was planned for me. But the sun came up first, and I rolled out of my chosen bed to start my morning constitutional as the rest of the troops rose with the morning sun. Fishing my pack out from the hiding place I had left it in over night, I counted out all the ammo to see if any of it was missing while I listened over the banter of the other soldiers. It had mostly been the sort of budget matters or gross hygiene concerns than any troop might worry about in the morning. There was the occasional snippet about some troopers getting wrecked by a giant green monster and a long haired Norseman with a hammer, but there seemed to be no gossip about myself. Happy that my presence seemed to have not caused any major ripples, I finished my equipment check and headed off.
Well, tired, anyway. I was barely to the stairs down when I was intercepted by the miserable looking corporal. On the pudgy side, pale as a cave fish, unkempt black hair, and he nearly dropped the papers he was carrying as he nearly bumped into me. One look over his face told me the paper pusher was not a morning person.
"Connor, I assume?" I asked, based on the 'unprofessional' comment that Jones had yelled in his moment of mistaken identity. The dull eyed trooper looked up, quite shocked and confused.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Lucky guess" I half lied with a shrug. There's always one person at some outfit or base that wasn't up to snuff. A dolt, a perpetual (metaphorical) zombie, or just someone who didn't want to be there but had no choice. You just avoided them and hoped they never got a position where they'd crack under the pressure. "So what do you want?"
"The Lieutenant wanted me to give you this before you left" Corporal Connor answered as he shifted through his stack of paper work before he finally found what he was looking for: a USB gizmo. He handed it over to me and I quickly snatched it up. A glance over the object revealed that it looked like a receiver of some kind. Before I could even ask what this was for, the corporal was gone to finish whatever morning duties he had.
Not wanting whatever was on the other side of the receiver in my head, I plugged the gadget into my PDA and turned it on to be greeted by a poorly lit side. It seemed that the officer wanted someone on my tail at all times. I expected a deal of distrust when I signed on to this deal, but I had hoped that I wouldn't have a monkey attached to my back. And since he's now in my system, I probably couldn't get rid of him even if I removed the item.
"Who the fuck are you? I didn't agree to a babysitter. I told the mystery man, and probably upset a few of the more sensitive types nearby.
"I am Eagle Eye, of the Empire's Intelligence Division. And you did. All mercenaries must answer to a handler when in the field.This is merely the simplest way to do it" their voice was running though a distorter, making it impossible to place, and it was just as hard to make any features about them. I glared down at the obscured face, balling my hand in a fist as I wished that I could punch someone over Wi-Fi. "It seems strange that you choose to use a personal devise rather than connect me straight to your helmet. Your HUD might be crude, but it would still suffice that-"
"I don't need another voice in my head," and the instant I let that loose I was kicking myself for saying it, as 'Eagle-Eye' tilted their head at it "other than my own," I backpedaled "and I sure as Hell don't want someone spying on me."
"I assure you, sir, than I will only be recording the conversations between the two of us, nor will change any of your programs. I doubt that you believe me, but until further notice you will simply have to take my word at face value" And he left it at that as he disconnected communication. I didn't believe him one, but then I all had to due was remove the battery out of my PDA and I'd be golden. I shook my head at the glowingly terrible situation I was in and headed out of the Empire station to the Goldwater Resort before anyone else could stop me.
All along a stretch of crag that sank into the ocean that would end in a large rocky out-shoot (with lighthouse, of course), a dock filled with mid-sized boats clung to the weathered stone and concrete barriers like barnacles to a ship. Unlike the docks I had left with Choprot on, this one seems to been mostly civilian in use, pragmatic in design rather than the "rustic" look of the one nearest to the gate. It was almost dull in it's normality , until you got to the end nearest to the cliffs, where the Goldwater resort didn't so much sit as it did float in the water at the end of an extended pier. I had wondered how such a place could exist where the Empire had it's fist clenched around, but it seemed the builder had found a loophole in where the laws 'on' Costa del Sol still applied, and probably planned to leave once those loopholes were closed shut without actually loosing the business in the process. The "resort" was a single, massive building, dwarfing everyone else around it, with gaudy decoration and gold coloring making it stand out even more than it already did. the shacks stooped in the pier leading up to the not-cruise line were shops preying on what the resort itself didn't, mostly either brokers and money lenders, or selling accessories that weren't technically illegal but I would rather not speak of.
At the front gate, the place looked no better than at range, neon lights and flashing signs making themselves known with the biggest one that at the front advertised the place as a whole: "Goldwater Pier Resort: Pleasure and Fortune at a Whim". Charming. The two insectoid brutes at the front door stared me down, either wondering if I was a customer or perhaps thinking of how he was going to pound me into the ground, but after I waved the ticket I had won in his face he stepped to the side and I entered.
Everything that was wrong with the exterior was increased ten fold once I was though the door. Lights seared the eyes and distracted the mind (intentional, I was sure), and every other sense was equal assaulted. The sounds of pop music and the occasional ringing of someone winning at the slots overwhelmed everything, and the smell of cigar smoke and suppressed shame. The lobby lead into an expansive and exquisite floor from which all the other floors looked down from. All gated by a front desk where two androids awaited customers. Both very curvy bodies, fringe meant to invoke the look of tight clothing riveted to their metallic hull with. Their heads, on the other hand, looked more like helmets, one a smooth domed screen with a LED face while the other had a large band at eye level with "Welcome!" traveling across it.
"Hello, weary traveler!" the domed one spoke in a gratingly perky tone. Where they trying to make her sound like teens for something? I don't fucking know... "What service may we provide for you? We have very pleasure you might wish for, and maybe even something you've never though of before"
I just dropped the ticket down and hoped to get out of here without my metaphorical wallet getting pried "I'm just here to see Sheila" I insisted with as much verbal force I could muster without yelling. The clerks were unperturbed, the visor girl taking it and now reading "Thank you"
"Ah, a feast of the eyes and soul. Our star performer is currently in the middle of a show right now, but we will give give a message to her that you have arrived, Mr Doomguy" I assumed they knew I was coming "Please, enjoy everything the Goldwater Resort has to offer while you wait. We can even provide a...personal tour" Both of them leaned over closer, the visor reading "Hello, big boy" as both of them tried to pull me their way. Unfortunately for them, I had no love for the robots, making the display more sad than arousing.
"No" I shot them down. And bless their metal heats, despite lacking any actual facial features, they looked completely disappointed at that refusal. I actually felt bad, and I might have humored them if I didn't have a mission driving me elsewhere. I walked around the desk into the building proper, only for the visor girl to grab my back pack.
"My apologies" miss domed said, although the perky electronic voice didn't sound all that sorry "by weapons are no allowed in the building. Please deposit all dangerous items in the provided contained and you may retrieve them when you leave"
"Yeah? You and what army?" I told the android off, part jokingly but still a real threat, and I pulled away from the desk into the decedent lair.
I had managed to hide my self at the bar for most of the time, slowly sipping beers in order to not get kicked out by the octopus they had for a bartender. I was mostly left alone my all the other patrons, which was good as wasting my time here had gone from merely annoying and perhaps even curiously to a growing contempt, but that didn't stop some of the floor walking girls (and one guy) approaching me. I tried to politely wave them away, explaining that I was waiting for someone else. Humans of every type, a busty goblin who at first wanted me and then afterwards wanted a closer look at my weapons (which I also refused, although I was flattered), what I'm pretty sure was woman made entirely of slime, and the guy was an anthropomorphic wolf whom, after I explained I didn't swing that way, I had a nice conversation with about our culture differences. All of them I brushed off, although I admit due to duty to the mission and not because of willpower. They were all quite persuasive. Another reason I was thankful for the armor. As considered just walking off and just calling this a lost, I saw the familiar scaly women, now in a jeweled red dress.
"I'm sorry, I came as soon as I could. I do have a job here, you know" She explained, and gave a beckoning wave in the universal sign of "follow". I kept up with her, and with a few twists and turns we found ourselves at a set of reinforced double doors, where a sign called the "the oracle" on the side. By reinforced doors, I meant this looked like something a bank would have to guard its vault. If nothing else, it certainly showed that someone thought it was valuable enough to protect. Sheila pulled a card from her dress, swiping it through the reader and I was ushered in.
The place was cold, and silent. and dark. That was the first thing that struck me. Compared to the brilliant and excited world behind us, this place was dead. The only light was in the back room, where something large blocked out so that you could only see the silhouette of the thing. That was, until the object itself lit up with a ethereal green glow, completely inhuman. Mechanical parts all interconnected in a tight bundle that still took up most of the room. Gears and springs begin to click and whine and tuen, and electrical equipment not out of place on the set of Frankenstein hummed to life. Sitting at the front of them all, like a king upon a throne, was a human shape which all manner of tubes and wire plugged into it. It stood at a podium, it's head obscured with a glass bowl filled with smoke. But within the glass bowl I could barely see the shape of a skull. I had wondered what the point was, until it rose up to stared at us.
"Hello, Shea'lak. You honor me with another visit" He said, it's voice seemed to come from all directions. A chill ran down my spine as I heard it, yet it seemed genuinely happy to talk to us"And welcome, soldier of Earth" The smoke churned as it talked, making the skull harder to see. It had no arms, but I got the feeling that it would have greeted me with flourish if it could. "You have been expected"
"Uh huh" I voiced my skepticism, glancing over to Sheila before looking back at "the oracle". It was amusing that knew I was form earth, but that was something anyone could have figured by looking at me "You're going to have to do a little better than that"
"I understand. Even my own creator had wondered if I was real when he finished the marriage of magic and metal in his fevered state. I can not expected you to accept the strange and wonderful so soon, even though you have seen it first hand. It's a slow process. But still, I must ask, that can a man who have faced the demons of Hell and lived say that fate could not exist." Sheila looked completely shocked at hearing my past, while I was still stoic. I was leaning that this might be real, but I was as stubborn as always.
"I don't believe in fate" I told him, and he gave a hollow laugh
"Of course you would not, those of strong force would not want to cheapen their own achievement. And perhaps you are right. Maybe fate was for you to die in those steel and stone hallways, lying in your own blood with the rest of your men, and you standing here makes a mockery of such a concept" I shook, but I thought there were still reason to hold on to.
"You could be reading my mind" I gave another excuse.
"Perhaps, but that would be quite a waste, since there are plenty of two bit magic users that could read your mind if an elaborate parlor trick was all that was needed to convince you. However, I suspect that, even if you don't believe me after all this, you will still help miss Shea'lak, for the task she will ask you will still find a worthy cause"
"Alright then, crypt keeper, then tell me one thing: Why not just tell where to find Omni now. You don't gain anything out of this, and there's no reason to waste my time if you do know what I'm planning on when I get to him" It was my last defense, to try to just undercut their morals to prove some fault and a flaw in their ruse.
"Because, Flynn Taggart, you have not yet paid the price of knowledge. You have not spend sleepless nights and broken worlds that the countless mind that spend their lives learning of the world's laws and secrets. My creator was given the ultimate punishment by the gods for his transgression, and I am still paying for him to be able to read the ebbs and flows of time and space. You will need to do little for only a fragment of that"
I was left silent, looking at the oracle awestruck and hopeless as I tried to grasp some other explanation. There was none, and I was just left to to accept Sheila's offer. If this was some trick, it was a convincing one. I looked over to the lizard woman, who was looking fairly spooked, and I nodded to her.
"Alright, I'll hear you out" Sheila's face brightened as she heard that and the both of us walked towards the doors. When she was out, the machine flashed and caught my attention again.
"And before you return, marine of Mars, one last thing: 45th Marilyn Street"
"...what?" I asked, but I was pulled out before I could get any further explanation.
Now back out in warmth and noise and light, I turned over to the scaly entertainer so I could hear what plan she was going to rope me in. After the oracle's complete shattering of my stubbornness, I was all ears. If I actually did her the favor, however, was still in her hands.
"Have you heard of a place called Impel Down?" She asked, looking hopeful. It seemed like whatever the subject of this place was, it was a bit of a sore point for her as I could see the worry in her eyes "It's an Empire prison, not far off the shores of this island. Not long after my big sister, Jen'lak, and I were pulled into the Omniverse, he was taken from me by stormtroopers. We had been living to survive, pull each up when the other was down" A small pool of tears formed at the corner of her eyes, as she relived painful memories "I don't know what the crime was, but I don't care, he doesn't deserve to be in there. I know this is a lot to ask for, but can you save him?"
I held my helmet in one hand, thinking of mess I was getting myself in. I was currently working fore the Empire, even if it was only in the strictest since. I was going to be sleeping right next to the men I would have to dupe. Search and rescue was not an uncommon mission for the USSMC, but I was no infiltrator. I would need men by my side, and information. I would have to get as much as I could with as few people finding out. It was difficult, and I was out of my expertise. But if it mean that I could get to Omni...
"Alright. I'll do it"
Well, tired, anyway. I was barely to the stairs down when I was intercepted by the miserable looking corporal. On the pudgy side, pale as a cave fish, unkempt black hair, and he nearly dropped the papers he was carrying as he nearly bumped into me. One look over his face told me the paper pusher was not a morning person.
"Connor, I assume?" I asked, based on the 'unprofessional' comment that Jones had yelled in his moment of mistaken identity. The dull eyed trooper looked up, quite shocked and confused.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Lucky guess" I half lied with a shrug. There's always one person at some outfit or base that wasn't up to snuff. A dolt, a perpetual (metaphorical) zombie, or just someone who didn't want to be there but had no choice. You just avoided them and hoped they never got a position where they'd crack under the pressure. "So what do you want?"
"The Lieutenant wanted me to give you this before you left" Corporal Connor answered as he shifted through his stack of paper work before he finally found what he was looking for: a USB gizmo. He handed it over to me and I quickly snatched it up. A glance over the object revealed that it looked like a receiver of some kind. Before I could even ask what this was for, the corporal was gone to finish whatever morning duties he had.
Not wanting whatever was on the other side of the receiver in my head, I plugged the gadget into my PDA and turned it on to be greeted by a poorly lit side. It seemed that the officer wanted someone on my tail at all times. I expected a deal of distrust when I signed on to this deal, but I had hoped that I wouldn't have a monkey attached to my back. And since he's now in my system, I probably couldn't get rid of him even if I removed the item.
"Who the fuck are you? I didn't agree to a babysitter. I told the mystery man, and probably upset a few of the more sensitive types nearby.
"I am Eagle Eye, of the Empire's Intelligence Division. And you did. All mercenaries must answer to a handler when in the field.This is merely the simplest way to do it" their voice was running though a distorter, making it impossible to place, and it was just as hard to make any features about them. I glared down at the obscured face, balling my hand in a fist as I wished that I could punch someone over Wi-Fi. "It seems strange that you choose to use a personal devise rather than connect me straight to your helmet. Your HUD might be crude, but it would still suffice that-"
"I don't need another voice in my head," and the instant I let that loose I was kicking myself for saying it, as 'Eagle-Eye' tilted their head at it "other than my own," I backpedaled "and I sure as Hell don't want someone spying on me."
"I assure you, sir, than I will only be recording the conversations between the two of us, nor will change any of your programs. I doubt that you believe me, but until further notice you will simply have to take my word at face value" And he left it at that as he disconnected communication. I didn't believe him one, but then I all had to due was remove the battery out of my PDA and I'd be golden. I shook my head at the glowingly terrible situation I was in and headed out of the Empire station to the Goldwater Resort before anyone else could stop me.
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Quote:The walk over to the other side of the island was long and uneventful, aside from a slow decline of the kind of tourist trap hallmarks the further away I got from the gate. It was still colorful enough with eccentric culture pieces here and there it couldn't be called mundane but there was no long any attempt to be in your face and try to sell said eccentrics to you at $8.99. The piece and quiet had been a nice change, but it stopped dead and keeled over once I got to the pier in question.
All along a stretch of crag that sank into the ocean that would end in a large rocky out-shoot (with lighthouse, of course), a dock filled with mid-sized boats clung to the weathered stone and concrete barriers like barnacles to a ship. Unlike the docks I had left with Choprot on, this one seems to been mostly civilian in use, pragmatic in design rather than the "rustic" look of the one nearest to the gate. It was almost dull in it's normality , until you got to the end nearest to the cliffs, where the Goldwater resort didn't so much sit as it did float in the water at the end of an extended pier. I had wondered how such a place could exist where the Empire had it's fist clenched around, but it seemed the builder had found a loophole in where the laws 'on' Costa del Sol still applied, and probably planned to leave once those loopholes were closed shut without actually loosing the business in the process. The "resort" was a single, massive building, dwarfing everyone else around it, with gaudy decoration and gold coloring making it stand out even more than it already did. the shacks stooped in the pier leading up to the not-cruise line were shops preying on what the resort itself didn't, mostly either brokers and money lenders, or selling accessories that weren't technically illegal but I would rather not speak of.
At the front gate, the place looked no better than at range, neon lights and flashing signs making themselves known with the biggest one that at the front advertised the place as a whole: "Goldwater Pier Resort: Pleasure and Fortune at a Whim". Charming. The two insectoid brutes at the front door stared me down, either wondering if I was a customer or perhaps thinking of how he was going to pound me into the ground, but after I waved the ticket I had won in his face he stepped to the side and I entered.
Everything that was wrong with the exterior was increased ten fold once I was though the door. Lights seared the eyes and distracted the mind (intentional, I was sure), and every other sense was equal assaulted. The sounds of pop music and the occasional ringing of someone winning at the slots overwhelmed everything, and the smell of cigar smoke and suppressed shame. The lobby lead into an expansive and exquisite floor from which all the other floors looked down from. All gated by a front desk where two androids awaited customers. Both very curvy bodies, fringe meant to invoke the look of tight clothing riveted to their metallic hull with. Their heads, on the other hand, looked more like helmets, one a smooth domed screen with a LED face while the other had a large band at eye level with "Welcome!" traveling across it.
"Hello, weary traveler!" the domed one spoke in a gratingly perky tone. Where they trying to make her sound like teens for something? I don't fucking know... "What service may we provide for you? We have very pleasure you might wish for, and maybe even something you've never though of before"
I just dropped the ticket down and hoped to get out of here without my metaphorical wallet getting pried "I'm just here to see Sheila" I insisted with as much verbal force I could muster without yelling. The clerks were unperturbed, the visor girl taking it and now reading "Thank you"
"Ah, a feast of the eyes and soul. Our star performer is currently in the middle of a show right now, but we will give give a message to her that you have arrived, Mr Doomguy" I assumed they knew I was coming "Please, enjoy everything the Goldwater Resort has to offer while you wait. We can even provide a...personal tour" Both of them leaned over closer, the visor reading "Hello, big boy" as both of them tried to pull me their way. Unfortunately for them, I had no love for the robots, making the display more sad than arousing.
"No" I shot them down. And bless their metal heats, despite lacking any actual facial features, they looked completely disappointed at that refusal. I actually felt bad, and I might have humored them if I didn't have a mission driving me elsewhere. I walked around the desk into the building proper, only for the visor girl to grab my back pack.
"My apologies" miss domed said, although the perky electronic voice didn't sound all that sorry "by weapons are no allowed in the building. Please deposit all dangerous items in the provided contained and you may retrieve them when you leave"
"Yeah? You and what army?" I told the android off, part jokingly but still a real threat, and I pulled away from the desk into the decedent lair.
I had managed to hide my self at the bar for most of the time, slowly sipping beers in order to not get kicked out by the octopus they had for a bartender. I was mostly left alone my all the other patrons, which was good as wasting my time here had gone from merely annoying and perhaps even curiously to a growing contempt, but that didn't stop some of the floor walking girls (and one guy) approaching me. I tried to politely wave them away, explaining that I was waiting for someone else. Humans of every type, a busty goblin who at first wanted me and then afterwards wanted a closer look at my weapons (which I also refused, although I was flattered), what I'm pretty sure was woman made entirely of slime, and the guy was an anthropomorphic wolf whom, after I explained I didn't swing that way, I had a nice conversation with about our culture differences. All of them I brushed off, although I admit due to duty to the mission and not because of willpower. They were all quite persuasive. Another reason I was thankful for the armor. As considered just walking off and just calling this a lost, I saw the familiar scaly women, now in a jeweled red dress.
"I'm sorry, I came as soon as I could. I do have a job here, you know" She explained, and gave a beckoning wave in the universal sign of "follow". I kept up with her, and with a few twists and turns we found ourselves at a set of reinforced double doors, where a sign called the "the oracle" on the side. By reinforced doors, I meant this looked like something a bank would have to guard its vault. If nothing else, it certainly showed that someone thought it was valuable enough to protect. Sheila pulled a card from her dress, swiping it through the reader and I was ushered in.
The place was cold, and silent. and dark. That was the first thing that struck me. Compared to the brilliant and excited world behind us, this place was dead. The only light was in the back room, where something large blocked out so that you could only see the silhouette of the thing. That was, until the object itself lit up with a ethereal green glow, completely inhuman. Mechanical parts all interconnected in a tight bundle that still took up most of the room. Gears and springs begin to click and whine and tuen, and electrical equipment not out of place on the set of Frankenstein hummed to life. Sitting at the front of them all, like a king upon a throne, was a human shape which all manner of tubes and wire plugged into it. It stood at a podium, it's head obscured with a glass bowl filled with smoke. But within the glass bowl I could barely see the shape of a skull. I had wondered what the point was, until it rose up to stared at us.
"Hello, Shea'lak. You honor me with another visit" He said, it's voice seemed to come from all directions. A chill ran down my spine as I heard it, yet it seemed genuinely happy to talk to us"And welcome, soldier of Earth" The smoke churned as it talked, making the skull harder to see. It had no arms, but I got the feeling that it would have greeted me with flourish if it could. "You have been expected"
"Uh huh" I voiced my skepticism, glancing over to Sheila before looking back at "the oracle". It was amusing that knew I was form earth, but that was something anyone could have figured by looking at me "You're going to have to do a little better than that"
"I understand. Even my own creator had wondered if I was real when he finished the marriage of magic and metal in his fevered state. I can not expected you to accept the strange and wonderful so soon, even though you have seen it first hand. It's a slow process. But still, I must ask, that can a man who have faced the demons of Hell and lived say that fate could not exist." Sheila looked completely shocked at hearing my past, while I was still stoic. I was leaning that this might be real, but I was as stubborn as always.
"I don't believe in fate" I told him, and he gave a hollow laugh
"Of course you would not, those of strong force would not want to cheapen their own achievement. And perhaps you are right. Maybe fate was for you to die in those steel and stone hallways, lying in your own blood with the rest of your men, and you standing here makes a mockery of such a concept" I shook, but I thought there were still reason to hold on to.
"You could be reading my mind" I gave another excuse.
"Perhaps, but that would be quite a waste, since there are plenty of two bit magic users that could read your mind if an elaborate parlor trick was all that was needed to convince you. However, I suspect that, even if you don't believe me after all this, you will still help miss Shea'lak, for the task she will ask you will still find a worthy cause"
"Alright then, crypt keeper, then tell me one thing: Why not just tell where to find Omni now. You don't gain anything out of this, and there's no reason to waste my time if you do know what I'm planning on when I get to him" It was my last defense, to try to just undercut their morals to prove some fault and a flaw in their ruse.
"Because, Flynn Taggart, you have not yet paid the price of knowledge. You have not spend sleepless nights and broken worlds that the countless mind that spend their lives learning of the world's laws and secrets. My creator was given the ultimate punishment by the gods for his transgression, and I am still paying for him to be able to read the ebbs and flows of time and space. You will need to do little for only a fragment of that"
I was left silent, looking at the oracle awestruck and hopeless as I tried to grasp some other explanation. There was none, and I was just left to to accept Sheila's offer. If this was some trick, it was a convincing one. I looked over to the lizard woman, who was looking fairly spooked, and I nodded to her.
"Alright, I'll hear you out" Sheila's face brightened as she heard that and the both of us walked towards the doors. When she was out, the machine flashed and caught my attention again.
"And before you return, marine of Mars, one last thing: 45th Marilyn Street"
"...what?" I asked, but I was pulled out before I could get any further explanation.
Now back out in warmth and noise and light, I turned over to the scaly entertainer so I could hear what plan she was going to rope me in. After the oracle's complete shattering of my stubbornness, I was all ears. If I actually did her the favor, however, was still in her hands.
"Have you heard of a place called Impel Down?" She asked, looking hopeful. It seemed like whatever the subject of this place was, it was a bit of a sore point for her as I could see the worry in her eyes "It's an Empire prison, not far off the shores of this island. Not long after my big sister, Jen'lak, and I were pulled into the Omniverse, he was taken from me by stormtroopers. We had been living to survive, pull each up when the other was down" A small pool of tears formed at the corner of her eyes, as she relived painful memories "I don't know what the crime was, but I don't care, he doesn't deserve to be in there. I know this is a lot to ask for, but can you save him?"
I held my helmet in one hand, thinking of mess I was getting myself in. I was currently working fore the Empire, even if it was only in the strictest since. I was going to be sleeping right next to the men I would have to dupe. Search and rescue was not an uncommon mission for the USSMC, but I was no infiltrator. I would need men by my side, and information. I would have to get as much as I could with as few people finding out. It was difficult, and I was out of my expertise. But if it mean that I could get to Omni...
"Alright. I'll do it"
Quote:Continued in the next chapter: The Road of Good Intentions
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