Factory Reset: Divine Corruption

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: An Explanation

"Oh, for God's sake." Mason muttered, quickly rushing out of the bathroom stall with a loose fitting robe wrapped around himself. His fingers ached with the need to just crush something, but seeing as anything soft near him was a neck, he just dug his nails into his own palm.

He hadn't expected the Mosomarian to attack, at least by how Rallycry described the little incident. Combining that with the whole Council debacle, Mason found it hard to really contain his anger. He would near to spar with Viscera, and fast, if he didn't want to burst a vein.

Nevertheless, Mason tracked his way down to the lab, rushing down the staircase and past Rallycry, who seemed to be pacing in a circle and not noticing who was passing him. Mason could hardly blame him, as they were a tight-knit group. Any one incapacitated weighed on their mind greatly.

"Bailout!" Mason screeched down the hallway, and down beside the laboratory's door, was the blue protogen. He used his hard-light spear to light up the hallway, which had undergone a minor power outage. Although, it somehow didn't impact the lab inside.

"Ruinate is already taking care of the Mosomarian, captain." Bailout responded, thinking that his captain would have a happy expression. The rabbit just sighed as he got near, slapping his face with the palm of his hand, using his other to nearly tear off an ear.

"Dear God I do not have the will to continue this." Mason muttered, rubbing his right cheek with his hand and ignoring Bailout, whom wasn't used to that. Mason himself wasn't used to feeling that strongly towards Ruinate "Interrogating" someone. Like there hadn't been enough interrogations.

"Uh, captain?" Bailout asked, waving his spear in the low light. Mason's eyes flashed up, registering that he was till in a conversation with the Protogen.

"Oh, right. Tell Renaissance to get everyone ready for a Fold-Stream, once the ship is fixed. The crew has already landed, I think. I heard them and Bathysphere talking, along with Gear-Work. We need to get up and running as fast as possible." Mason told him quickly, slipping on a few words.

"Oh... Okay..." Bailout responded, his visor displaying a confused pixelated face. The protogen quickly began his run down the hallway, towards the communications room. Mason turned his attention to the laboratory doors.

Feeling that he had had enough and was more than a little fed up with Ja'Kle, Mason just pushed open the two doors with force. They slammed down with some light pressure, and Mason waltzed inside.

The lab room was completely white and sterile, with the only modicum of color being the vats and veils scattered around the room. A deep black void was situated at the far back end of the room, one that Mason recognized as the long-since abandoned technology known as the Eon-Gate.

And at the far right end of the room was the two people that Mason had to stop. Ruinate, with his creepily transfixed expression on Ja'Kle, and Ja'Kle the infuriating trouble-maker. The Mosomarian had been strapped down upon what looked like a gurney.

"Ruinate, come on man!" Mason exclaimed as he walked through the lab. The protogen paused for a moment, before turning around with a delightfully cherry, if fake and terribly innocent, expression.

"Just... Let the man go. There are more pressing matters at hand, and at the moment, I don't particularly care about knowing how he knocked Freefall out. Release him." Mason told his officer.

"Sorry captain, but I'm afraid I can't do that. He knows far too much, and he's been altered far too much." Ruinate pronounced, his voice taking on a sinister undertone. Whenever the Protogen got serious, his voice always lowered. Something that, in hindsight, Mason shouldn't have included.