"Th..w-y....Yo..ll nee-, to....l..u-cc-l..c..LUC!" Childishly he returned his stare back to his former commander lazily "huh?" He mumbled with a bored expression.
They were currently at the military base. A large dark grey room filled with laptops, head gears, beeping Machinery flashing hues of white, blue and red. Commander Ryker was a man in his late 40's with a high trimmed off grey haircut and a golden whistle around his neck. He was bulky who often wore military based uniform, like today.
The three of them were currently standing in the board room where most colonial or war organizations where planned. The room had scattered machinery, tools and gears that could be dated back to the early 90's. Kept as symbols of honor to the fallen soldiers who had protected their country for so long.
And that alone was enough to guide Luc's attention away from the very reason why he came back to the base, until the commander brought him back.
With his hands in his jean pockets, Luc stared plainly as the commander pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. A sly smile crept it's way to his face as he sat down on a nearby chair 'after all you did, you deserve all the shit am about to put you through'
The black head *luc* smiled at Ryker his expression changing to a genuine smile "sorry chief, was just going down memory lane, is all" yet his words were laced with venom, the commander eyed luc, but he just kept smiling.
This caught Nova's attention but she really did have better things to do so she spoke up "Sir, could we please get this over with...I have better things to do" she mumbled the last past.
He let out a sigh and cleared his throat "as I was saying" his voice was deep, smooth and calculated " you two will need to work together," he looked at the younger male condescendingly "since luc over here, seemingly forgot what accured at his last mission." By that alone the male propped his feet onto the silver stainless steel table, his mouth puting to the side in a thinking manner.
A vein was visible on Ryker's, but he continued "that way, you'll be able to gain further information about galactia" he walked over to the table and placed a few papers down with a soft 'thud', luc softly eyed the papers.
There where drawings of branded bottles, dates and chemical formulas. The commander seemed to analyze the papers before stepping back, while nova walked forward "All we know is that galactia, is one of the many manufacturers for our countries medical serums, poisons and gases. All of which is legal, but" he separated and picked out one paper from the the rest, luc removed his feet and straightened himself to get a closer look.
Ryker pointed to one of the many bottles and a specific date "About a year ago we found a link between the company and the rouges,we kept track of their shipments, in and out and found which have somehow managed to invade our neighboring countries. We kept track of their shipments,in and out and found out that what they were importing... Was identical to what was found in a blood sample from one of the rouges Nova had captured" no words were exchanged as confusion and dread settled in the room.
The commander let out a strained sigh, as his expression went serious "pallarinium. A rare and blue liquid which was used in only three military bases to create nuclear weapons, banned and used in world war 1, it is illegal everywhere and anywhere except those three locations. Galactia was invented around the begining of world war one, supplying medical aid and support to the injured soldiers, it had unlimited excess to pallarinium since the company was surrounded by it, but we never gave it to them freely"
A lingering silence only worsened the possible outcomes that would accure "We found large traces of pallarinium in the blood of one of the rouges nova managed to capture, we suspect that galactia could be involved in the creation of the rouges"
The commander faced look with a serious look which slighty softened "Luc, you were the only one to come out of your last mission alive...and in your current state, you may be amune to what may await" he turned to Nova "Nova, what happened to you was a tragedy, but of all the trainees that have come and gone, you alone have shown remarkable scores unlike any other"
"You two are our last and strongest allies, we need you to work together to infiltrate the company and get as much information and evidence as possible, so that we may bring a cure to the infected....and vengeance to the families that have lost their loved one"
Luc abruptly stood up, his golden eyes locked on Ryker as he walked up to him, his black necklace beeped a deep orange with every step he took.
The two of them stared at each other, weather of them backing down.
Luc had so much he needed to say, after all he risked for the base, the army...his family. Only for him to be casted aside, but then again. More lives would be lost, more tragedy and grief would follow, and again it would be by his name.
With a final glance at Nova,he clicked his tongue, placed his hands in his pockets and walked out the room.
Ryker lowered his head, releasing yet again another sigh 'im gettin' too old for this...' he thought.
"Uhhh, commander?" He turned his head to look at her questioningly, silently implying that she continue "why are we going after galactia and not the military bases that have pallarinium? Isn't the company importing the source from one of the locations?" She questioned, her eyebrows knitted together slightly.
"No" the commander stated simply, his voice taking on a gruffer tone "we thought of that" he pulled out another set of papers that were scattered on the table and handed them to her "None of the bases have it anymore....over the course of the first year the rouges where appearing, the liquid was secretly drained from a volt that would have been used for an alternative fuel source until, nothing was left. We only found out a few months latter. When they were about to start the plan"
He was slightly surprised that nova hadn't asked what caused luc to react in such a way or why they were being grouped together, but he opted to leave it for now.
The girl nodded and asked "....so are we breaking in orrrr?-" "no, nova" the commander replied with a chuckled and tired smile "you and luc will go undercover as security guards on the many night shifts every night at 9pmfrom Wednesday to Saturday, you two will have the third patrol around the company in and out of the building. By that you will ignite your mission, quietly finding information on the company"
She didn't move but kept on staring at him "...no killing nova, youll have your outings on the other days of the week"
She rolled her eyes with an unreadable expression while mumbling "ok, commander." "Good" he said while handing her two more papers Wich had their photos age, personality, rules and routes of the building, aswell as a a tube filled of a serum of purple liquid. She eyes the tube then shifted his gaze towards him "just in case. Dismissed" he said lightheadedly with soft smile.
Nova smiled aswell, but the situation was all but funny, and the gravity of it all begin to sink in, the endless possibilities that could accur on this mission.
A new partner, on a mission with an unknown duration, would they be able to work together and on time, would they succeed, or fail. Fail to bring closure to families and closeones, to find a cure and healing to those infected and roaming freely, fail herself.
But one thought in particulate roared in the endless void of her mind that it caused her gaze to sink to the ground. Luc, he is one of them. Until now no one had evidence that galactia is even involved in the upbringing of the rouges. What if they just transformed on their own, by choice?, she sighed at the bittersweet truth of it all 'Even though... aren't luc and I the same ..?' the girl pounderd with a grim look. Nova raised her right hand to her forehead and bent her left arm behind her back, showcasing the signature salute to her commander and without another word, she walked out the room.
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