The Six Sectors

Chapter Thirty-Two - Helo

"Whaddya mean he's missing?!" Helo asked in dismay. Cicada solemnly put a harddrive onto the table.

"All it had in it was this." Helo frowned. He had a special thing to do for harddrives, but he was embarrassed by it. Helo's species, Praxian Cybericans had a little thing they could do with harddrives, and it was the reason they were mainly used for radios or tech work. He sighed, and took off his beanie, where in the back of his head was a little port. He shut his eyes and shoved it in, ignoring the horrified looks he got. Nori only blinked. Saturn, who had to be removed from the vase he was stuck in using magic, was confused. Alexandria appeared to be emotionless. He opened his eyes after a while and transformed into his wheel armor, wincing a bit. Then, Helo opened a computer in his arm and typed in it, a holographic screen emitting from his shoulder.

"Done." He said, swiping through information with his finger, like a tablet. He didn't like doing this infront of people, but it needed to be done. Cicada raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

"Accessing the harddrive." Helo said simply, stopping at a file. "Message for the subjects? It's a video."

"Subjects. Either royalty referring to their people, unlikely, or scientists referring to their experiments," Alexandria noted. Horrified looks spread across the group. Helo scowled.

"I'm playing it." He tapped it, and the following began to play. Dr. Hanity appeared on the screen, standing almost at attention.

"If you are watching this at the current moment, you have found out that you lost your friend in Pacifi." She gave a slow clap. "Bravo. I am sure you're wondering where I am containing Wheatley." A scream - one identifiable as Wheatley's for pain - sounded in the background. "Rest assured, when you get him back..." She smirked. "He will not be the same. He will be better - emotionless, no memory of the events before meeting you lot, and strength beyond his wildest dreams. He will be...a weapon. Just like his wendigo adoptive parent - what was her name, Wheatley?"

"Let me go, you monster!!" He snarled in the background. "Don't you dare hurt my friends like you did Wbenni!!"

"Ah, yes, Wbenni." She turned back to the camera as the screams of pain continued. "Now, I have a simple deal. This all will be avoided. You just have to give me the final Cyberican. Now she will make a wonderful weapon."

"He, you afthole." Helo growled under his breath, just barely enough to hear.

"I will give you until 3 days for you to come and get my son in return for the Cyberican. If you do not meet my demands, well..." She pulled out a remote, pressing a button. Electric shocks were seen, and Wheatley cried out again as the camera turned to him. He was skinnier, burned, and badly wounded. His optic had been removed. She smirked as the camera returned to her. "Tick tock." The video ended. Helo reverted back and pulled out the harddrive, sliding his beanie back on. Silence spread through the group.

"I'm gonna kill her," Nassa growled, pupils thinned, "Calm down- CALM DOWN!? NASSA, YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN!?" Helo frowned.

"This is bad. I can't just give myself up." He said. And it was true. He was the last of his species - at least that was the rumor. If he is anyway, he can't give up the last chance to reproduce and make more.

"Then what do we do?" Cicada asked. He sounded worried.

"I'm not entirely certain whether or not my opinion counts in this matter, but I do have a suggestion," Alexandria noted, and glanced at the enraged wendigo hybrid who was screaming at herself.

"I'm listening." Helo said. Any chance that was better than giving himself up. Cicada nodded in agreement.

"We give you up, but we don't give YOU up," Alexandria said.