(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Fear of the Forgotten

Un'altra Persona
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In front of the Clinic, many girls were readied and stationed outside the building to intercept the unknown assailant once she left. Lexington stood at the front of the large assembled group, having assigned positions to others and sent several to other parts of the building, incase they tried an alternate escape route.

"Helena, you still have them?"

The blue haired girl had her eyes closed, focusing on her Radar and tracking the person through the building. "She's...stopped. The Radar hasn't bugged for a while now...she's in the main Lobby."

"Thank you Helena." Lexington looked between everyone, raising a hand up as all guns trained on those doors. "Keep your Barrels steady girls, don't fire until my signal."

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Lexington blinked and shook her head. "There it was again...everyone good?"

She heard a round of yes' and saw several heads nodding, before putting her attention back to the door. Her eyes grew sharper and equally more confused, seeing the doors that were once shut tight not only open, but completely missing from the Hinges and bathing a small part of the usually windowless Lobby in light.

"Whoever you are, step out with your hands up! Call out your Rigging and you'll be shot immediately!"

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"Helena."

"...They're still in the Lobby, towards the back wall."

Another person stepped up alongside Lexington, her eyes looking over to see Yorktown staring into the dark of the Lobby. "Please, if you come out now and surrender peacefully, you'll be guaranteed good conditions. It's better than death, so please cooperate."

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A footstep echoed out from inside the building, followed by another one as the person seemingly listened to what Yorktown said. All on site had their guns loaded and ready, some aiming directly at the door, while others aimed just ahead, incase they tried to get a running start.

Lexington and Yorktown both were able to see a boot step out from the darkness, followed by another as the person they belonged too slowly left the shadows. Lexington kept her face steady as she saw the person's Jacket, sleeves rolled up and revealing armor on her arms.

Yorktown...her eyes slowly grew wider and wider, memory hitting her hard as she realized who it was standing in front of them. The figure's face came into view, her eyes closed with the dark metal neck brace making her look much creepier than she might have been without it.

"Well..." The person's voice cut through the silence, making some jump at the sudden sound. "Quite the welcome committee Lexington, it's an honor to receive such an American welcome."

"Can the jokes, step out with your hands up an-"

"No!" Lexington flinched as Yorktown yelled next to her, her purple eyes hiding both fury and fear. "Z73, you stay right there!"

"York...you know her?"

"Of course I do! That's the Forgotten ship that's been making paper! That's England's Nightmare!"

Z73 had a quick laugh, crossing her arms with her eyes still shut. "Now that's a title I haven't heard before...fitting."

Lexington went quiet, looking up to her with that same look. "But...didn't Enterprise kill you?"