08-29-2016, 05:34 PM
He'd been teleported to the Nexus by the staff at the Danteverse HQ, after the ponderously slow boat ride. From there, it was a quick trip back to Coruscant (after he'd spent fifteen minutes resummoning his hoverbike). Rather woozy from blood loss and the accumulated injuries from his harrowing adventure on the island, he coasted through the gate back home with a limp wave to the gate guard.
Once through, he idled for a few minutes in front of the check in station as the troopers waved people through into the city. "Sir! If you would please move your vehicle to the side for a moment?"
Hiro lifted his head from the weary slouched posture he'd maintained since getting on the bike. A man in a crisply maintained imperial uniform came striding out of the EPD station and gave Hiro a startled look, quickening his pace. It was his old acquantaince, Overseer Jentral.
"By the Emperor, Hiro! What happened to you?" Jentral looked over the beaten and bloodied hacker on his bike. "You're going to have to go through remedial training if you keep returning from missions missing most of your clothing."
The codeslinger managed a weak chuckle. "Hey, Overseer. The Danteverse happened to me. I'm just getting back now." Jentral gave a stern, fatherly look and brought up his touchpad, tapping a few sections of it. "I've ordered a rehab kit sent to your apartment, Hiro. I actually came out because the bioscanners registered your life-signs as 'perilous'." The hacker was slightly touched, and gave the Overseer a salute. "Thank you, sir. I deeply appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a shut-in roomate to get home to who is probably half starved by now."
Jentral waved Hiro's bike forward and watched him lift off into the skyway toward the Tier 2 elevators. "Keep it up, kid."
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Hiro barely even noticed the lobby droid's greeting and notification that he had a package delivered, each pained step he took burning his aching muscles. The cut on his leg had healed enough not to reopen and bleed, but it was seeping disgustingly through the makeshift bandage. Fumbling in his pocket for his wallet, he fished his apartment key out of the bonded, blood covered leather, and the door swung in, revealing his nearly naked form. Chest glistening with sweat, dirty bandages around his torso, his pants cut to near ribbons, blood, dirt, and scratches marred his flesh as he stood silhouetted in the doorway.
He felt a small, strong hand immediately grab his wrist, and looked down in astonishment to see Madotsuki gently but firmly leading him to the couch. He collapsed gratefully on the recliner and took a deep breath, when the teen's voice echoed in his mind, although her lips hadn't budged. "Ahh..hahaha. Found a way of communicating without speaking, huh? Cool. Yeah, I would actually love some water...or a stiff drink. Although I don't really know how long it's been since I left."
He watched as she backed into the kitchen and busied herself with fetching him something. The hacker futzed with his goggles, seemingly stringing a few programs together, and spoke aloud as he did so. "Give me a minute...I'll tell you the basics, but it'll be easier to just show you..."
Madotsuki returned with a glass of water which Hiro gratefully sipped as he rewound the holo-playback on his goggles. What followed was a twenty minute long highlight clip of his adventures in the Danteverse from a first person perspective, from the plane crash to their final mad escape on the boat fleeing from the zombie hoard. Having already lived through most of it, the battered samurai caught a small catnap, although he couldn't gauge Madotsuki's reactions as she watched Hiro's assault on the monster Jason Voorhees to avenge the slaughtered Secondary, Barry. Her hand went to her mouth as she saw Carmelita the fox woman abuse the poor hacker's sensitive areas, and when the highlight reel had finished, she spoke into his mind again. "I'm glad you survived. It's been....lonely. With nothing to do."
Hiro poked his head up and gave her a small grin. "Well....now i'm back. And I think I have a bath and a long sleep due to me. Speaking of which..." He heaved himself off the couch, staggering over to the cardboard box next to his package delivery chute, embossed with the seal of the Empire. Picking the box up, he set down the briefcase containing his rewards on the table. With that, he staggered towards his room and the private bathroom that awaited him. "Oh, by the way...if you need any money for essentials, there's enough Omnilium in that briefcase to build a house. Just take what you need. I'll be in the tub."
And indeed he was. Five minutes later, he was sinking into a deep, emerald liquid that filled the tub. The empty envelope labeled "Dehydrated Bacta" he'd fished out of Jentral's care package went to work on his cuts, slashes, and injuries.
Once through, he idled for a few minutes in front of the check in station as the troopers waved people through into the city. "Sir! If you would please move your vehicle to the side for a moment?"
Hiro lifted his head from the weary slouched posture he'd maintained since getting on the bike. A man in a crisply maintained imperial uniform came striding out of the EPD station and gave Hiro a startled look, quickening his pace. It was his old acquantaince, Overseer Jentral.
"By the Emperor, Hiro! What happened to you?" Jentral looked over the beaten and bloodied hacker on his bike. "You're going to have to go through remedial training if you keep returning from missions missing most of your clothing."
The codeslinger managed a weak chuckle. "Hey, Overseer. The Danteverse happened to me. I'm just getting back now." Jentral gave a stern, fatherly look and brought up his touchpad, tapping a few sections of it. "I've ordered a rehab kit sent to your apartment, Hiro. I actually came out because the bioscanners registered your life-signs as 'perilous'." The hacker was slightly touched, and gave the Overseer a salute. "Thank you, sir. I deeply appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a shut-in roomate to get home to who is probably half starved by now."
Jentral waved Hiro's bike forward and watched him lift off into the skyway toward the Tier 2 elevators. "Keep it up, kid."
__________
Hiro barely even noticed the lobby droid's greeting and notification that he had a package delivered, each pained step he took burning his aching muscles. The cut on his leg had healed enough not to reopen and bleed, but it was seeping disgustingly through the makeshift bandage. Fumbling in his pocket for his wallet, he fished his apartment key out of the bonded, blood covered leather, and the door swung in, revealing his nearly naked form. Chest glistening with sweat, dirty bandages around his torso, his pants cut to near ribbons, blood, dirt, and scratches marred his flesh as he stood silhouetted in the doorway.
He felt a small, strong hand immediately grab his wrist, and looked down in astonishment to see Madotsuki gently but firmly leading him to the couch. He collapsed gratefully on the recliner and took a deep breath, when the teen's voice echoed in his mind, although her lips hadn't budged. "Ahh..hahaha. Found a way of communicating without speaking, huh? Cool. Yeah, I would actually love some water...or a stiff drink. Although I don't really know how long it's been since I left."
He watched as she backed into the kitchen and busied herself with fetching him something. The hacker futzed with his goggles, seemingly stringing a few programs together, and spoke aloud as he did so. "Give me a minute...I'll tell you the basics, but it'll be easier to just show you..."
Madotsuki returned with a glass of water which Hiro gratefully sipped as he rewound the holo-playback on his goggles. What followed was a twenty minute long highlight clip of his adventures in the Danteverse from a first person perspective, from the plane crash to their final mad escape on the boat fleeing from the zombie hoard. Having already lived through most of it, the battered samurai caught a small catnap, although he couldn't gauge Madotsuki's reactions as she watched Hiro's assault on the monster Jason Voorhees to avenge the slaughtered Secondary, Barry. Her hand went to her mouth as she saw Carmelita the fox woman abuse the poor hacker's sensitive areas, and when the highlight reel had finished, she spoke into his mind again. "I'm glad you survived. It's been....lonely. With nothing to do."
Hiro poked his head up and gave her a small grin. "Well....now i'm back. And I think I have a bath and a long sleep due to me. Speaking of which..." He heaved himself off the couch, staggering over to the cardboard box next to his package delivery chute, embossed with the seal of the Empire. Picking the box up, he set down the briefcase containing his rewards on the table. With that, he staggered towards his room and the private bathroom that awaited him. "Oh, by the way...if you need any money for essentials, there's enough Omnilium in that briefcase to build a house. Just take what you need. I'll be in the tub."
And indeed he was. Five minutes later, he was sinking into a deep, emerald liquid that filled the tub. The empty envelope labeled "Dehydrated Bacta" he'd fished out of Jentral's care package went to work on his cuts, slashes, and injuries.
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