A mercenary who wants to be left alone.
A hunter who wishes to be set free.
A guard who fights his inner self.
A student whose powers are waning.
A servant who wants to embrace his legacy.
5 kids thrown together to become something more. To rise...
Annnd back! :D This is Sam's chapter! *does a dance*
Also, in case ya'll forgot who Titus was, here's a pic of him.
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He's not a very nice kitty. -_-
Enjoy! 3
Sam AlexanderPOV
Now he knew he wasn't supposed to be eavesdropping, but it was too late to stop now.
Besides, it's not like he was trying to intentionally eavesdrop, because that would be bad and disrespectful towards their Captain. It happened...accidentally. Sam had only been doing his job, after all. Dusting off the controls, keeping the floors swept and mopped, and, generally, just making sure the Captains control center was clean and orderly. No one could get mad at him for doing what he was told.
He just happened to come in at a bad time.
The message to his Captain was short anyway. All he hears is a simple transmission from a static-y voice coming in through the speaker near the transmission receiver surrounding the Captain at his helm.
"It's time."
Two words. That's all it said. Kind of ominous in a way that catches Sam's attention, but nothing that seemed particularly pressing or vital. Until he sees his Captain snarl irritably, fist clenching in a way that suggested he was with-holding from smashing the device in, and Sam deduced that, perhaps, it wasn't as innocent a message as he thought.
His Master's growl startled Sam in his little corner and he dropped the cleaning supplies that was bundled in his arms. They fell all over the floor in a loud, rancorous heap, that had his Captain's head whipping up with another snarl.
Sam cursed under his breath and rushed to his knees to pick them all back up with shaky hands, hoping - praying - that maybe the Captain hadn't really heard it. But its doubtful, and when he looks back up, hugging the supplies to his chest and stomach, the Captain is glaring at him.
"S – sorry Captain Titus," Sam apologized, heaving the supplies in his arms shakily. "I – I was just coming by to, you know, I was just um – cleaning." He finished weakly, head bowed.
Captain Titus growled again, low and under the breath, and Sam shriveled in on himself. That bright, feline eye was sharp and cutting, but the red, cyborg eye in the other socket was just as bright and belittling. For a moment, Sam was nervous that he had wandered into trouble again. But then Captain Titus waved his hand dismissively and turned back to the control board.
Still shaking, Sam shuffled the rest of the way in and settled in a corner of the room, and began scrubbing away carefully at the floor, panels, and controls, taking extra care not to knock anything. The last time he'd accidentally pushed the alarm it had not ended well for him. Wincing, he resisted the urge to rub the scar on his shoulder, knowing full and well that the Captain wouldn't tolerate weakness of any kind. At all.
