Upgrade session complete.
Wow that feels better, thought 15 as the prosenthetic Arm finished adding the shielding. It was designed to help the Hyrdrogen fuel cells from freezing up, an expected effect of Cyris's climate. As his artificial feet pressed down and reajusted themselves to the ground, Source 15, started making his way to docking bay 07. The frigate he was aboard was titled Compelling tribute, was two and a quarter miles long from Bridge to engine, and as such he had a good 20 minute walk to get to the right bay.
As he walked down the corridor many people stared at him in numerous emotional stages, shock, surprise, awe, in some instances even jealousy.
it's not them who should be feeling jealous. He stood a good head above even the tallest of the dunmer staff, but as he watched them all from his state of limbo he was reminded of what had happened to him in order for him to earn such an appearance. Noticing some faces he had seen on the Earien battlefield, he almost missedQuickly stopping at the armoury to pick up his Ordonance and energy shielding.
He noticed one of his fellow S.O.U.R.C.E. soliders arming themselves up further down the hallway. SOURCE 34 seemed to be arming a plasma launcher, perhaps they were being deployed to a battlefield. He concentrated his mind on a sentence, and the words
'GOOD LUCK' appeared on his visor. His fellow solider showed a similar reply on their visor; nobody came to the armoury unless going on a mission. As his fellow SOURCE left the room It made 15 think of all those had died during transition. some of those men and women had been part of his platoon pre-soul trap. Sometimes he wished he had been one of them, the things he saw in that war were much more terrifiying than the prospect of death. This kept running through what passed for his head all the way to docking bay 07.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His ship was already ready when he arrived at bay 07. As he went up the ramp to the ship, a few passing officers gave him quick salute's. Not bothering to wave or salute back, he made his way to the cockpit and pressed his metallic fingers against the flashing spheres on the keyboard. small screws appeared from the inside of his fingertips and dug into the now open & accessable sphere's control accessors. Twisting his left middle finger he closed and locked the ships door. Now twisting his right index finger he turned on communications. He knew where the slip-space sphere feature for his ship was located, this was his third time, but Comm's officer Grayn started his usual chat.
'Well well! Who do we have here but my old friend the war machine! where are you heading off to this time?'
Deciding a file call out would speed up take-off, 15 pressed his Right thumb deep into the socket and a wire sprung out. Some people might have thought that his usual inability to speak would make him desperate for conversation, but instead it made him feel calm and collective, not being able to blurt something out that he'd regret later. Being as quick as possible to avoid sounding rude, he plugged the wire into a smaller socket located near his soul-lock.
'Good- he stared at his built-in watch, It was automatically specified to the nearest planets time period:-
morning grayhound, data file 0394561, planet location Cyris, mission class bounty hunter. can i go now?'
'Wait mister, im not done with you yet. you never told me how your last mission went! I need information!'
Silently groaning to himself, for his last mission had most certainally not been fun; that is to say from 15's perspective, he decided to come up with a postponer.
'I tell you what grey, you let me take off without anymore questions and ill tell you both my stories when i get back. we'll have it over a cup of coffee, eh?'
Deep in his limbo 15 smiled, this was a running joke of theirs, with Grayn being allergic to caffeine and 15 not being able to drink at all. Up in the relay office Grayn grudgingly started the countdown.
'10,9,8,- Oh whos got time to count! '
With a rush of the thrusters the Ship zipped forward and firmly locked onto the slip space add-on.
'you have a nice flight, war machine'.
'Oh shu- the ship lurched forward at 3678mph off the speed of light and went faster and faster as it headed towards the Co-ordinates of Cyris.