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The Fall of the Covenant Empire. by gruntyking117
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The Fall of the Covenant Empire: The Lost.
Date: 19 September 2005, 4:09 am
The Covenant Holy City,Ninth Age of Reclamation, Nine-Hundred Units, Elite's Quaters.
Fassu Nallamee' sat in the chair, holding an Energy Sword. The Parasite had taken control of the City. As a Field Master, he failed. As an outcast, nothing mattered. The Brutes would walk with the Prophets to the Beyond while he was banished to hell. He wasn't wearing armor. He hoped that the Parasite would take him already, he didn't want to live. The betrayal had broken him. He stared at the door from the table at which he sat. It moved slightly, as it hovered, blue lights emenating from the middle area of the table. Blue light that made him even more menacing. But yet he stared. He failed. His brothers were dead. What did he have left?He failed.His age was catching up to him. If the Parasite got him, then all they would have was another rickety old warrior. Fassu saw the door flash, something was coming. He gripped his energy sword, his eyes sharpened and his heart skipped a beat.
Nessu Nallamee' watched the door slide open. He had to go back. He was part of the Sangheili youth. Even at a mere 16 human years, he was a shining student. His pride was never challenged, he would never have the honor of truly being an Elite warrior, like his father. He would never recieve his right to passage, like his father. He was little more than an Unngoy. The door jammed,
"Damn!" Nessu exclaimed. He shot the at the door with his plasma Rifle. Then he started to bash at it once his weapon was near dry.
"Open...up!" At the other side, Nessu could hear rustling.
"Father?"
Fassu heard the door slide open, and then the jammer activated. Fassu put in it. It gave him time enough to cover. Even though he very much wanted to die, his warrior's instinct told him to keep going.
"Father?" Fassu heard the voice, and he nearly came to tears. His son was alive! He scrambled towards the door, having not eaten in days. He pulled out the jam, which resembled a glowing lock-pick. Many of the higher ranking Covenant had these. Kig-yar were also allowed to utilize these tools on stealth missions with the dark spec-ops.
"Nessu, my Son!" Fassu embraced his son in the 'Warrior's love'. This was, a hug where an Elie would grasp his brother, son or spouse, in peace. An Elite would shift his legs back, open his mandibles and arms, and hopefully the other would respond. Fassu, whom was young let his emotions overcome him. He embraced his embattled father, as strong as he could.
"Father your alive! I can't believe I found you!" Fassu was shaking. Shaking in fear, in hunger, in shock and in happiness. His son rescued him. That would have earned him honor throughout every rank, since father-son relations were regarded as sacred in the Covenant.
"You've done well to make me proud Nessu." Fassu fell over and laned at the base of the table. He was growing weak.
"You look like you're famished, Father. Have some water." Fassu grasped for the water tube. He slid the tube down his throat and drank. After done drinking, he tried to speak.
"Food..."
Nessu's eyes sharpened. He reached into his equipment and pulled out some Narmi squid. He presented it to his Father, Fassu accepted it humbly.
"Thank you...Nessu." Fassu scarfed down the squid quickly, but it filled him up too. Narmi Squid secrete a a mixture of ink and a chemical. It makes predators fill up more easily. Narmi Squid regrow limbs, parts of brains, everything. It's extemeley hard to ingest a whole Narmi Squid due to the Narmi Juice, which is a popular Covenant alcohol.
"Father, are you okay?" Nessu asked.
"No. The Brutes and the Parasite overwhelmed us."
"Yes, but didn't you hold them off?"
"No. I failed. I ran. I told you to run. But I hid too. You came back. You've done better than I have. I've dreamed of the day I'd see you earn you right to passage..."
"Father, can you walk?"
"Yes. Let's head to the docks. The Ark launched and the City is without power. My assumtion is that Flood is holding this place aloft. Dock Master Tundred 'Callahan should be alive. I just sent a com out not two Units ago."
"Alright Father." Nessu held out his hand to assist his Father.
"No. I must do some things on my own." Injuries from past battles had led to many repairs. The repairs had fallen apart days ago. He remembered the Human that did it to him. A dark skinned one, at the bombing of Paris IV. He had been strong enough to get a full crate of Plasma grenades and detonate them in front of everyone at that station. Fassu had Boren's Syndrome, and he didn't know it. He turned over and jumped a little to get up.
"Let's go, Nessu."
Barter's Call, 2300 hours, Brig.
Korma, Frederick. ODST. Tougher as shit. But how the hell did he wind up his own ships's brig? Even worse, it was a Grunt who caught him. The rust on the brown walls and grey bars were high-lighted with a smell and sharp, flourescent lights. An Elite in stealth mode snuck up to a Brute. The Brute spoke.
"Human, you smell familar...Where is that coming from?" The Elite activated its Energy Sword and slit the Brute's throat.
"Human," The Elite said," Get out of there." What the Hell? What if he's lying? He saw the others get out, and a pile of dead Drones, Jackals, and Brutes. I think I can trust him.
The Fall of the Covenant Empire: For him, I Weep
Date: 20 September 2005, 1:04 am
Bater's Call, 4500 Hours, Bridge.
The dark skinned Frederick Korma stood there. He appeared to be calm on the surface, but in reality he was scared shitless. He stood next to an eight foot tall monster. A split-jaw. A bastard who relentlessly destroyed his people, beliefs and properties. Hell, he probably liked it too. The Bridge of the Barter's Call was a tiny one. It allowed barely enough height for a Human, much less an Elite. The ship was of an Overian design. Which meant a very cramped working space. The Overians, Humamns who were amon the earilest of space settlers, originated from Japan. They made extemeley functional ships, used less resources and were very battle ready. It stood next to him in full height nonetheless.
"So, whaddya friends call ya, split-chin? " Korma had little regard for Covenant or their customs, but he had to get to know the people-and things-he was working with.
"You do not carry the honor to uphold my name, Human." The Elite spoke calmly, with little regard for Korma.
"That so? You can call me Fred Korma, split-chin." Korma was a veteran of this war, a Sergeant. "Sergeant, Korma, I may add." Th Elite shifted his gaze down toward Korma, as if he finally just acknowledged him.
"I have little care for your name. You have no honor. I am amazed I am even speaking your petty language." Korma's anger began to grow, and his voice sounded more gruff.
"Oh really? Why do you speak my language then?" The Elite looked up again, denoting Korma's presence.
"It is out of mercy, Human. Your language was very easy to pick up. If I were speaking in my own tounge I doubt you would even pick up parts of alphabet. I'd rather not speak your lithing tounge, so consider this an honor." Sweat began to bead on Korma's head. The deck was darkened, a loss of power on the ship's behalf. The ship was bedecked in oriental designs and was darker in natrual tone because of the red and black used to decorate the majority of the ship.
"Fine. I Don't give a shit. Where are we going?" The Elite closed his eyes for five seconds. Korma noticed thousands of scars on the armor and flesh of the Elite. It opened its eyes again.
"We were following a large convoy of Brutes. We followed them out here. Apparently, this ship has an uploaded file of their coordinates. They are more foolish than you are. At least you Humans use some impressive tactics. These Brutes follow everything to a point, and never look ahead during a battle." Korma smirked.
"Heh. Why the Hell are you hunting the Brutes anyway? I thought you guys were friends." The Elite's eyes sharpened, and then its eyes glared down to Korma.
"No. We were never more than allies. They stole our seat to power, and driven us out. We were at Earth when we saw a Brute ship exit Earth. I decided to follow." Korma blinked.
"I was on that ship, a POW. My friends popped up and we escaped. Gave em' Hell too. They found us again. That's where you showed up." The Elite stood there, turned around and walked out with a final comment.
"The Gods have smiled upon you. Rest, then gather your men. I estimate that you will enter Slipspace in two hours on this thing. Another ten hours until we reach where we are going." Korma let out a laugh.
"You didn't have to say the spefications of My ship."
The Elite walked past another cramped Human door. The passageways were narrow and a bad smell wafted everywhere. He hated Human vessels. He made it into a chamber. This ship had some admirable art, though. Another Elite, Grajju 'Toglamee sat there with a small council.
"Ah, Hazu 'Eilatoo. How was your conversation with the Human?" Hazu stood there and shifted a little bit.
"Impersonal, but educating nonetheless. It seems Humans love to butcher their own own language." Grajju blinked. He was missing an arm, thanks to a plasma grenade. His face was scarred and his eyes were of a lime color. His skin was more red than other Elite's, a trait which most envied.
"Yes. But what tacticla data did unearth from the Humans?"
"Oh yes. That. Here's what I found from our reports on their data-banks. A wealth of info. Profiles, weapon blueprints, tactical tricks. You name it, they were foolish enough to map to their computers. I admire some of their techniques, however. These have cost many troops. A favorite is the 'Keyes Loop'. Obviously a Hero of the Humans, this 'Keyes' was." Grajju looked on, seemingly impressed.
"Good work, Hazu. Go to your quaters." Hazu was only used for interpretations. He had great battle finnese, but he was looked down upon for costing them a mission. One he would never forget.
It was a planet called 'Kex'. A mostly desert world. Hazu was clad in bule armor. He was near the Human's datbase. All he had to do was retrieve the artifact the Humans were studying. A Sniper Rifle fired, Hazu stumbled, dodging the bullet. but the terminal was destroyed by the bullet. The artifact was unnatainable. It took weeks to remove the artifact from the Human's grasp. He was in very little battles after that. He wasn't shunned, however. His abilities were questioned forever though. He entered his quarters. His report would have to wait. The dark room and its red and gold calligerphy added more atmosphere than a normal Human vessel. He slept.
The Covenant Holy City, Ninth Age of Reclamation, 2300 Units, Hallways.
Nessu watched after his father, Fassu. Fassu was limping. It was obvious now. Fassu was weakened. Nessu watched his Father try to make it to the next door. A green haze started to loom over him as they moived lower.
"Father, let me take the lead. I don't want you hurt."
"Nessu, I-ah!" A pain shot throught Fassu's leg. He fell to the floor. Nessu dropped down to chack on his Father.
"Father! You need help." Fassu winced.
"No. Do not. Let's get to the docks. It's not far off now." Fassu forced himself up. He grasped a glimmering wet, purple wall. He used his other hand to get up and grabbed a Flood nest.
"Ugh." Fassu shook his hand and the grenn juices flew off. Fassu continued down the hall. An Ex-Elite caught them off guard, and lept down the slanted Hall. It came from behind. A Human yelled to warn them.
"Watch out!" They turned around, to see the form of it holding an Energy Sword. A Shotgun fired. The Ex-Elite blasted apart.
"You okay?" The Human yelled down towards them. The Elites notioned him forward. They began to run together. After a long run throughout the City, they made it to a wide open space. The docks.
"Nessu, the Parasites are following us." He used the jammer to lock the door behind them.
"Take my Energy Sword." Nessu looked on.
"No, Father come on, follow us." Fassu looked down.
"I cannot. I failed here. I will me meet my fate here. You will go, you have a whole life ahead of you...Go." Nessu grabbed onto Fassu's arm.
"Father, let's go!" Fassu slammed his elbow down on son's shoulder, and punched his son.
"Why did you do that?! I have to protect you, I'm your son!" Fassu panted and looked down.
"Never trust anyone, Nessu. Only your family is worth your trust. Look at us fools who blindy followed the Prophets. And it is my responsibility to protect you. Now go!" Fassu turned around. The soldier realized what they were bickering about now. She reached for Nessu. The Flood had most of the door dented, nearly broken.
"Go!" The Human tugged on Nessu's shoulder.
"Come on big guy." The Redhead said. Nessu picked himself up and ran towards the dock.
"No ships, we're dead." A Pelican just then flew in. As it passed, it revealed a group of Humans and Grunts, Elites, and a pair of Hunters.
"Here they are, let's go." Nessu looked back, he saw his Father one last time. The door burst open and the second latch closed, hiding his Father's fate.
Fassu sliced through a large group of combat forms, only to reveal a carrier form. Fassu backed up against the door. The carrier tripped, and exploded. Fassu was knocked over as hundreds of Infection forms crawled on top of him. The first penetrator enetered his system, and his fate was sealed.
The Fall of the Covenant Empire: Brutes, and Jackals and Drones-oh my!
Date: 24 September 2005, 3:04 am
Pelican 24503, 2300 hours, Rear.
Nessu sat there with his head sulking. His eyes were closed. His Father's demise haunted him. And now all he had left of him was a fractured shoulder, he ignored the pain. A Grunt walked over near him and cocked his head.
"You not feel very good?" The Grunt asked. Nessu looked up, and saw the Grunt. The dank light and the rusted walls of the aged Pelican made Nessu's armor shimmer. The Grunt turned away.
"I go now." A larger Grunt walked by and stared at the City they were orbiting, searching for a larger vessel. Nessu sighed.
"What happened to you, friend?" Nessu looked back up. The Grunt looked down at him. It easily topped two meters. Nessu looked at him for second more.
"Nothing of your concern, Unggoy." He looked left at the hatch. The Grunt didn't take kindly to the ignorance of Nessu.
"Fine. Don't talk. But when you're gasping for air as a Jiralhanae chokes your brains out, expect me to be running." Nessu looked at the Grunt. Nessu thought. What nerve! I shall have his head! Wait. I've never seen an Unggoy that tall. Maybe he's worth something.
"You, Unggoy. What do you call yourself?" The Grunt turned around, looked for a second and spoke.
"They call me Xheyxaw." The Grunt stared up at the ceiling. "Well, they're dead anyway. My brothers..." Nessu stared.
"My formal name is Nessu." He tried to speak with dignity when he spoke with the Grunt, but it felt awkward to speak with an underling. Nessu spied the front end of the deck. It was a larger Pelican, older too. He couldn't fathom what 24503 meant. Nessu spaced out and thought again. Probably some name they reffered the ship to. Strange, I wonder why they name their small transports. The Humans were solicitating with their gibberish language.
The female Marine sat at the front of the seats. This was one old Pelican. It was probably from the pre-war era. Lucky bastards back then only had to worry about Pirates and Rebels. She pulled her red hair back, and tied it up with her scrunchee. Her face was slightly blackened with oil. She had full lips and striking features. Her face was rounded, but only so much as to make her look young. She was, too. Only 22.She was 18 when she entered service. A woman and a soldier. She also didn't have her hair cut much. It was down to her shoulders. Her name tag read: Talime Hudaki Talime stared at the Elite she met at the City with the sacrificial other. He was talking to a tall Grunt. Must've been six feet tall. I wish I could understand what they were saying. She thought.
"Sergeant, anything wrong?" A voice popped through her thoughts. It was a Corporal named Daniel Hewett.
"Yeah, wait. Pardon me?" She had been succumbed in the thought of the Elite she had saved. He would have stayed there if it wasn't for her. Still, not even a gesture of thanks.
"Is there something wrong, mam?" Talime snapped back to reality.
"No. Just a little hungrey and thirsty." Now that she thought about it, she was starving. She had her last meal almost two days ago.
"Here mam." The soldier handed her a cantine. Talime looked at at, it was silver with an eagle design stamped into it. She pulled her head back and downed it. Whiskey. She wiped off her mouth and handed it back.
"Thanks Corporal." The soldier smirked when the cantine was returned.
"You sure can down this shit quickly, mam." He said sipping some.
"When your thirsty, anything can replace water. Even whiskey." She looked with her blue eyes, which shone especially throught the mucky rust and camo designs of the old Pelican. They weren't icy, but more like an ocean.
"Huh. Still, you must drink after your missions." Hewett looked around at the Covenant bucnh they were with.
"Strange. No Jackals, Drones or Brutes. I saw them fighting. Maybe we have back-up." Daniels must have been new. He could recognize all of the new Covenant. He also had no scars from the war. He had a goatee and buzzed hair.
"You new, Corporal?" Talime asked.
"Yeah. Got in about two years ago. Why?" Talime smirked at Daniel.
"Most of us who were in this war five-plus years don't give a shit about the new ones. Buggers, monkies, that's what call 'em." Daniel looked on. He sat back on his seat and closed his eyes.
"I'll remember that." Talime stared at the Elite. Sleeping. That was her cue. She let her hair go back from the scrunchee she had it tied up in.
Barter's Call, Bridge.
Korma sat across to the Elite.
"So. We here?" The Elite looked up from the glass holo-gram.
"Yes. We're at the...Covenant Holy City!"
"What?"
"Damn those Brutes, they fooled us! No matter. I'm picking up a small vessel. Life, too." Korma looked at the Holo.
"That's a Pelican. Ancient one too." The Elite nodded an added another comment.
"There are allies on that ship, they are sending out both a Human and Covenant distress signal." Korma looked at Huza.
"Could be a trap." Korma lifted his eyebrows when he said that.
"No. These are new codes. I can tell with yours because the signal date two hours old on the network." Korma picked up his BR55 Battle Rifle.
"Let's go then."
The Fall of the Covenant Empire: If You Hate it, You Love it
Date: 3 October 2005, 2:49 am
Barter's Call, Deck, 0100 hours, preparing to tractor in Pelicen 24503.
Korma looked on at the deck. It was one of the few places that wasn't decorated by Overian design. Now that he looked at it, he hated it. Too bland. Too simple. He sighed. A group of soldiers looked on, weapons ready. They were hiding behind a large stack of crates. If it was a trap, they had to be prepared for battle.
"How's it goin' kids?" Korma looked on, they were ODST's. Oh how he hated their asses. Tough as hell, and stubborn as it too.
"I said: How's it going, kids?" One turned his head left, nodded, and reurned his gaze beyond the crates they were behind. Korma shook his head slowly.
"I guess you fuckers are okay, then." Korma turned around and walked passed a large deck that sprouted out of the middle. Gunners were nested up on the rusted deck.
"How 'bout you boys?" He looked up and waved at them with his left hand. In his right was his trusted BR55 Battle Rifle. One Marine stared down at him, disengaging his turret.
"We're fine, Sarge." Korma looked up at the soldier. Statton, Gregory, Corporal. Almost like a brother to him. They were friends since the time thay enlisted. Few friendships lasted throughout the war, but those that did, were strengthened.
"Good, fine. Keep up the good work, Statton." Korma said that and turned left, towards the under deck. Hazu was working on a piece of Covenant technology he found drifting aloft from a recent battle. He had found alot of it since their arrival, and it was being drifted in as much as possible, to warm up the tractoring system for Pelican 24503's docking.
"Huh. I gotta name for you now, split-chin." He stared at the Elite, who seemingly paid little attention.
"Is that so Human?" Hazu said that without diverting his vision from the hunk of burnt-violet metal. He had a pair of laser-cutting tools in his hands, seemingly amputating the blackened pieces. Korma twitched, and his eyes sharply glared.
"Yeah, I'm gonna call you Gearhead." The Elite's tools stopped cutting. He looked up from his hunched view.
"Gearhead?" The Elite asked. Korma smirked.
"Yeah...Gearhead. Heh. Whaddya think?" Hazu sighed and looked down at his work, returned to it, but his eyes stared at his side.
"That's fine. I almost have a Covenant Slipspace system ready for fitting onto this ship. Soon, I'll be able to fit the weapons that Grunt is working on as well." Korma was taken back. The Elite never responded so calmly or as it seemed friendly. Korma stared. He really was twitching this time.
"You feeling okay, Gearhead?" The Elite let out what sounded like a chuckle. An evil, xenophonic chuckle, but still, a chuckle.
"Never felt better. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. A quote I overheard many a time through through Human encryption codes. I only reflected upon this recently, ape." He let out a laugh again. Korma was shakihng now.
"Those fumes are doin' something to ya, get some fresh air." Hazu just returned to his work.
Korma looked at groups of soldiers that were fitting more Covenant upgrades on the deck. On the exterior of the ship, jetpack infused Elites and engineers continued their work on the hull, starboard, rear and other areas of the ship. Korma headed torward th bridge. He needed a drink.
Pelican 24503, Rear, Preparing to dock on the Barter's Call.
Talime dreamt. She remembered an event from many years ago. Blur was around the sides of vision, signifying a dream. Her Father was yelling at her for some reason, she ran. Too slow. She was young. Six years old, the most. She heard gunshots and a scream as she hid under the flight of stairs in the basement of her home. She saw the Elite. It looked at her. Tears streamed down her eyes. Blood covered her. Her Mother's blood. The Elite activated it its Energy Sword. She fell into the fetal position.
"Leave me alone!" Talime screamed at the monster. She grabbed a knife she found and jabbed into its skin, and returned to her fetal state. The Elite cocked its head, and the sounds of metal plates of its armor near silently shifted. Blood streamed from it. The Elite let out a small growl and sliced into her neck a small marking. The Mark of a Warrior yet to Come.
"Hudaki!" it yelled, becoming less deep. "
"Hudaki!" Her eyes opened. Hewett. She rubbed her eys and groaned. "What the hell, Corporal?" Hewett stared on, but got up. Why, exactly, was he blushing? Her coat was unbuttoned. She shook her head.
"Mam, uh, we're preparing to board a Human vessel." Talime got back to buisness.
"Name, Hewett?" The Corporal stared down.
"That ship gotta name, Hewett?" She asked, more threatingly.
"Barter's Call,mam." She sighed and stretched.
"Thank you. Finally. Maybe we'll get some food or a shower or something." Hewett was left at that thought. Talime got up and headed to the exit of the Pelican. Nessu looked on with Xheyxaw, the group of Elites, a pair of Hunters and 15 grunts. Ten Marines looked on with about five ODST's.
"The Barter's Call..." Talime whispered to herself.
Barter's Call, Docks.
Hazu looked at the Pelican. He couldn't wait to fix that up. He never learned about his profound joy of tinkering and modifying equipment until recently. It slowly was being pulled in. The shimmering shields that Hazu put up let down for a few seconds. The Pelican pulled in. A rough assortment of Humans and Covenant waited in the large beast of a transport. They got out, slowly, GHumans first Elites next, Grunts after that, and finally, the Hunter pair. A loud pop echoed throughout the deck. Champagne.
"Come on guys, I have enough for all of ya!" It was Korma, laughing. The Humans walked up to the Sergeant, preparing to get some of the wine. Hazu simply nodded his head, under the deck where he worked was a large, hovering table filled with Narmi squid. Talime looked over at that table. She headed over there. She stared at it, and pointed her finger at it.
"This stuff safe for Humans?" She asked. Hazu and everyone stared at her. Hazu spoke in a clear, direct tone.
"Yes!" He let out one of his laughs and the others stopped staring and began to eat.
Nessu picked up a plate with Pilka Fish, Narmi wine, and Grajo'n Bird. As he passed by the redhead soldier who had almost apparently been cultured by Covenant tastes, he noticed a scar on her neck. What is that...The Warrior template?! How did she recieve that!? Nessu thought. He would speak to her later.
Barter's Call, 0300 Hours.
After her meal, Talime had felt tired. They know how to eat. She thought. She was amazed no other Humans tried to eat the Narmi. Tasty. She walked through a door and it read: Showers.
"Ah, finally!" She walked into the room. She dropped peeled off coat and dropped the rest of suit. She took the clothes over to a washer, removing the badges, and took another size matching suit. She placed it on a bench and grabbed a towel from off the rack. She placed it onto the steel stall. She turned on the water. The node read: Hot. It splashed onto her body. Steam formed on the walls. She grabbed the soap and lathered herself. A pain shot through neck. The scar. Again. She moaned, and she almost lost her balance. Talime clenched her eyes shut,and panted. What the hell is going on!? She thought. Talime scratched against the stall and cried. A droning noise began to emit somewhere and it buzzed around Talime.
"Ungh..." It stopped. All she heard was the hot water splashing on her. She was shaking too. She got up and simply tried to forget it. She grabbed the generic shampoo and poured onto her head.
"What the hell?" She just said that and banished it from the night. After her shower she walked oit of the stall, dripping.
"What happened to that towel?" She asked herself. the lights were dim, which was strange, even for older ships. She saw the towel, and bent over to reach it. She had a slim body and long legs. She was also well toned. She wrapped herself up in the towel and went over to the lockers. She saw an empty locker. She had nothing. Not even a hair brush. She went over to a tag tempering computer. It made locker name tags, listed towels and washes, and had a security system.
"Tag for Sergeant, Talime, Hudaki, please."
The pain buzzed around her, but never actually penetrated to her skull. She shook her head quickly and it left.
"Name tag: complete. Thank you, Miss Hudaki." She took it into her hand, warm. She walked back to the locker and fixed it onto a latch that was meant for names. She looked around and thought.
Why isn't anyone coming in? She sighed. Clean clothes were pressed and placed into her locker. Great. She grabbed the olive drab pants and a rather small grey shirt from the locker. The pain buzzed again. She left the shower room.
"Time to head the cryo room.
She only had the towel on, but she carried the clothes. The decorative halls of red and black and gold appealed to Talime. Maybe it was because she had a small part Overian in her. The next room read: Cyro Room. She headed into the room. An icy mist hovered on the floor. The floor was frozen. Talime walked towards the Cryo tube and dropped her towel. Several other soldiers already were in the tubes. Hewett walked in and stopped. He stared. Talime put one leg in, and shivered. Her left leg pulled in next and she sat down slowly.
"Damn, I forgot how cold this shit is!" She shook her head wildly to let her hair free. Talime layed into the tube, and she felt the buzz, for little bit longer.
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