01-23-2018, 10:43 PM
Deliah McCommon slowly made her way down the hall, already dreading talking to the Prime who had claimed briefing room 6B as his personal office. The young cadet's heels clicked softly on the matte surface of Precinct One's upper floors, and the bright lights shined smartly off of the polished brass of her rank pads and blazer buttons. Kopaka had just returned from a scouting mission in the Nexus a few hours ago. She had seen the clunking droid stomp straight up to Brath's office, still covered in blood and snow. The Toa had asked not to be disturbed after debriefing with the Lieutenant, but a matter had come up that required his direct attention.
Steeling herself, Cadet McCommon took a sharp breath and tapped lightly on the pressurized door. A moment passed before it whooshed open, letting a startling gale of snow and ice out into the already chilly and sterile hallway. The lights in the room were off, and the Cadet could only make out vague suggestions of shapes. Then she heard his voice, cold and crackling, echoing softly from within.
"Speak."
Deliah took another small breath, and tried not to shiver.
"Ahem, yes. Sorry to disturb you, Kopaka. I was told to inform you that there was someone waiting for you in the lobby-
"Send them away, then." the dark room buzzed. Deliah tried to maintain a pleasant tone in response.
"Ah but, sir, it's someone here in response to your ad for assistance in apprehending EPD targets."
There was a long pause.
"Fetch them."
With that, the door to the biomech's room slammed shut. It blasted a final puff of glittering ice in the Cadet's face as she turned on her heel and trotted off to the precinct lobby. By the time she returned to the receiving area, the other Prime had set up camp on the solitary, black-leather couch. Head phones on, legs propped up and with a face full of a datavice, Dawnika Snow didn't even glance at the squirrely woman who was approaching.
Out of a mixture of fear and begrudging respect for Kopaka, the EPD guards had allowed Miss Snow to keep her high-power firearms, and a large rifle was cradled along the lounging girl's frame like a beloved pet. Deliah shook her head slightly.
Primes.
"Ehem. Excuse me Miss Snow."
There was a long pause before Dawn replied, failing to change posture or even remove her headphones.
"Mm?"
Deliah chose to interpret this as an acknowledgement and not what might be interpreted as a suppressed burp.
"Kopaka will see you now. I'll show you to his uh...chambers." Cadet McCommon chirped, gesturing towards the elevator.
"...Mm."
Dawn abruptly stood up and grabbed the rifle along its rack before following the Cadet to the lift. It was a quiet elevator ride, or rather, would have if Deliah had not been forced to listen to the souns blaring from behind Dawn's headphones. After another minute or so, the pair was standing outside of briefing that Kopaka had taken residence.
"Good luck!" Deliah whispered as she hustled away. Dawnika got the feeling this wasn't just about bounty hunting...
Steeling herself, Cadet McCommon took a sharp breath and tapped lightly on the pressurized door. A moment passed before it whooshed open, letting a startling gale of snow and ice out into the already chilly and sterile hallway. The lights in the room were off, and the Cadet could only make out vague suggestions of shapes. Then she heard his voice, cold and crackling, echoing softly from within.
"Speak."
Deliah took another small breath, and tried not to shiver.
"Ahem, yes. Sorry to disturb you, Kopaka. I was told to inform you that there was someone waiting for you in the lobby-
"Send them away, then." the dark room buzzed. Deliah tried to maintain a pleasant tone in response.
"Ah but, sir, it's someone here in response to your ad for assistance in apprehending EPD targets."
There was a long pause.
"Fetch them."
With that, the door to the biomech's room slammed shut. It blasted a final puff of glittering ice in the Cadet's face as she turned on her heel and trotted off to the precinct lobby. By the time she returned to the receiving area, the other Prime had set up camp on the solitary, black-leather couch. Head phones on, legs propped up and with a face full of a datavice, Dawnika Snow didn't even glance at the squirrely woman who was approaching.
Out of a mixture of fear and begrudging respect for Kopaka, the EPD guards had allowed Miss Snow to keep her high-power firearms, and a large rifle was cradled along the lounging girl's frame like a beloved pet. Deliah shook her head slightly.
Primes.
"Ehem. Excuse me Miss Snow."
There was a long pause before Dawn replied, failing to change posture or even remove her headphones.
"Mm?"
Deliah chose to interpret this as an acknowledgement and not what might be interpreted as a suppressed burp.
"Kopaka will see you now. I'll show you to his uh...chambers." Cadet McCommon chirped, gesturing towards the elevator.
"...Mm."
Dawn abruptly stood up and grabbed the rifle along its rack before following the Cadet to the lift. It was a quiet elevator ride, or rather, would have if Deliah had not been forced to listen to the souns blaring from behind Dawn's headphones. After another minute or so, the pair was standing outside of briefing that Kopaka had taken residence.
"Good luck!" Deliah whispered as she hustled away. Dawnika got the feeling this wasn't just about bounty hunting...
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