Chronicle of the Unknown Sector. (#Wattys2015)

Part 18: The new half-breed.

A week after the orbital consecration strike, Pablo now having fully recovered with the main factor being due to the Ravener cells fused within his own DNA in addition he was now officially engaged to Gabriella for despite his reckless actions during the incident it too allowed him to admit honesty from within himself, whilst inside the healing vats however his mind pondered something later shaking it off rendering it as impossible in both theory and morality.

His return to the Abaconda surprised no one with numerous officers of both fleet and infantry contemplating his questionable tactics and methods surrounding 'lead by example' with the fear being if Pablo were to overdo things it'd lead to a mass death-toll.

"Commander, you're most recent actions are just... benign insanity" the Captain scolded towards him whilst Pablo simply changed into a fresh shirt putting on a simple marsh green shirt from his previous one covering bare minimal amounts of flesh.

"I acted alone on this one Captain, this has nothing to do with the Company." Pablo responded expressing self-guilt and regret of having to do something he felt was required of him, "Honour has two sides, first is respecting those around you be they friend or foe and second consists of having the guts to live with those decisions. For so many to not even know the word and speak it is ilk to me." he added walking over to the Captain raising his eyebrow looking him dead in the eye, "Now I don't wish to hear of this again, just makes my wounds of past events feel worse." finishing off as he walked out his room.

Later that night shipboard time, both Pablo and Gab sat in the mess-hall enjoying the peace and quiet for once with her gazing over the engagement ring. Her eyes later peered over the forearm section of his cybernetic arm noticing several carved lines resembling a tally chart, "Hun?" she asked with curiosity peering at his face causing him to look at her where she then pointed to the carvings "Do these mean anything special?" adding shortly afterwards. With a heavy sigh running his hand through his hair signifying it went back a ways.

"They each represent a mistake in my life I can't make up for, even if forgiven." he answered looking over them with a half narrowed eye "It's sort of messed up when you think on it, you wish to forget but at the same time you don't want to in order to learn from it. What happened on our most recent operation was one of them." he admitted slanting forward resting his elbows on the table hands cupped together.

"Guess I'm still trying to escape the fact I grew up a convict in an attempt to be a better man." he uttered out resting back in his seat taking a swig of his drink, his sights looking at the cybernetic hand as Gab laid her own over it kissing him on the lips shortly after to his surprise rendering him unguarded as she mimed to him perfectly 'I need no proof of that'.

Upon exiting the mess-hall the ships intercom called for the pair to report to the bridge, without delay they did so with their arrival being more at ease then when Pablo first got back aboard the Abaconda. A few second silence past before one after another flight crew on the bridge began welcoming back their commander resulting in him being confused, "Commander, I apologize for my actions earlier and thus I explained everything to the entire company in your place." the Captain expressed more as a friend would then an officer, Pablo simply smirked patting his shoulder "I only ask you refrain from repeating such actions, you're the leader here not me sir."

"Understood Captain, now what's the status report?" Pablo answered understanding every word before turning to the main-screen as the comm-officer replied displaying a feed of a stranded ship.

"This feed is from one of our deployed recon bots, we tried scanning for bio-signs however the ships hull prevents any clear results." the Captain explained handing over the ships manifesto and details which Pablo in turn shared with Gab wondering her opinion on it.