Anthology Of The Origin System

Memories and Conflict

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A/N: Sorry for the late release, issues came up and are just now wrapping up.

I had to change the title because I had to break up the final draft into two chapters. The second part "hopefully" soon.

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Memories and Conflict

"Coming in for a landing in three....two...one. Touchdown.", Ordis relays as the Mantis comes to a hovering stop at the beginning of one of the docks outside of Cetus only to upright itself to a vertical position moments later.

This instantly draws a large mass of the Ostrons, who crowd the front of the dock though they are smart and cautious enough to keep their distance from the Landing Craft.

"Excuse us. Pardon us. Step aside, please", Trinity calmly says as gently moving through the crowd, the towering Atlas moving slowly behind her, careful not to push anyone too hard out of the way as everyone else watches the towering giant in silent awe.

The pair finally make their way through the residents of Cetus and to Trinity's Landing Craft. The onboard sensors detect the Healing Tenno presence and flip the insertion body-frame outward toward her.

"Get ready to get in", she orders and the Earth Tenno looks at her for a second before turning his attention back at the insertion platform which was a couple of sizes too tiny for him.

"Ain't this a tad too small for me, Deary?", Atlas asks but Trinity says nothing as she types in something on her wrist computer.

"Patient's Identification: Operator Atlas", a voice from the landing craft says, "Reconfiguration of Landing Craft's medical equipment commencing."

The insertion platform turns back into the vehicle and Atlas could faintly hear the sound of machinery moving around.

"If I recall correctly, her Landing Craft was specialized to an almost abnormal degree", Atlas thought before turning to Trinity who was still typing something into her wrist computer, "Don't you think this is a bit much for a slight shoulder injury, Sweetie?"

The Healing Tenno stops her typing and slowly exhales for a moment before continuing, "Your opinion has been noted; I shall log it in my mission debrief."

Atlas shakes his head, "Am I doing something that bothering you, Dear?"

Trinity finally looks up from her wrist, "Well, since we're on the subject, I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me such names like "Dear" and "Sweetie". We have had this conversation multiple times in the past before and yet you still persist in it. It is highly unprofessional."

"I didn't think that what we do could be considered professional since we're not getting paid to do it", Atlas remarks.

"True as that may undoubtedly be, I have personal professional standards that I would like to maintain. I was tolerating the nicknames earlier in the control room due to the situation but now that we have a moment's peace, I feel that the matter should be address...once again", Trinity states just as her Landing Craft spoke once more.