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The Deep Obsession - Wellingtons - 10-19-2012
Part one: The inevitable conclusion
Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting. – Sun Tzu
“Wake up; god damn you man” Liam muttered as he slapped the unconscious man who was up until that point been no more than a pile of rags in the corner. As like a puppet the visibly battered and damaged man slowly sat up. The man was a large figure with a mechanical leg and a clockwork hand then before anyone could speak again he coughed up cryogenic fluid copiously and began to sway but managed to steady himself on an outstretched arm from a small diminutive man who was unfamiliar to the awaking patient.
“Where am I” enquired the man visibly groggy from a long period of enforced sleep.
“Mr Adama you are on Planet Houston quite safe from any external interference” spoke Liam whilst staring out at the barren and desolate industrial wasteland it had become from the many manufacturing plants whilst the air had the same smell as Leeds but without the toxic smog that was so commonplace on Leeds.
“Huh impressive story however one thing is missing; tell me lad how I got here because I distinctly remember being in space in Ontario not sitting here in this dusty desolate rundown block of flats covered in a Cryogen suit on a godforsaken rock.” Lee retorted in his usual way. However unlike so many a man who would engage in a battle of verbal wits Liam chose another tact and simply nodded, and at this the diminutive man who had helped Lee up from the small, foldable camp bed scuttled over and hit a button on a black console that was hooked up to the shattered , battered, and in about as good of a condition as one would have expected from a ship that was completely ripped apart and dispersed into tiny metallic fragments with only two objects surviving one being an un-jettisoned escape pod and the data recorder.
“Please forgive the static” the diminutive man quietly mentioned before seeing his employers disapproval of the apology given in the reflection of the glass and with that he shuffled off into the corner waiting for the next request from his master which would come inevitably.
“Charlie go get some sleep it will be a long journey…. Hmm the locket…… BML could it ….. now what…. where the hell did …… from………. computer……evasive pattern…… Charlie get…… Damn start …….. Cannot comply ….Fracks sake ….. Shields are down………. Coolant Leak……..dam…….5 perc……frack…. ……..Bye”
Part One Continued- The measure of a man
“History is a set of lies agreed upon.” ― Napoleon Bonaparte
“History is a set of lies agreed upon.” ― Napoleon Bonaparte
Listening to the recording the room had become as silent as the grave as the occupants bar one stared at the black console. Afterwards Lee just sat silent but slightly doubt began to creep into his mind who had fired the weapons for all he knew he could have been the people responsible for the ships destruction; knowing that they could kill him in a matter of minutes he decided to even the odds. “Excuse me sir you seem to have me at a disadvantage, see you seem to know my name but I don’t know yours” Lee replied in an apologetic tone.
“My name is not important at this juncture but if you must know, is Cain Glass” Liam said in a monotonous tone with no hint that he was intentionally misleading Lee.
“Good... good now then may I have a glass of water after all if what you say is true then I have not had a drink in a long, very long time Mr Glass” Lee replied of course suspecting that it was not his true name but thought it was better to keep up the pretences just a little while longer.
“Of course, Kenbridge fetch this man a glass of water from the fridge” Liam ordered and with this Kenbridge nodded in compliance and move out of the room and shuffled towards the kitchen. With this Lee had spotted a firearm propped up against the wall opposite him and decided to make a break for it, but unfortunately for him he had only managed 2 feet before he was caught. “Mr Adama do not even think about it” Liam spoke calmly whilst turning his back to the window.
“Why not, what good enough reason is there to leave you alive, all I know you could have fired on my ship and be planning on poisoning me with the drink that I asked for Mr Glass ?.” Lee asked while keeping his cool but did put emphasis on the surname suggesting that he had his doubts over the surname.
“Why not, decent question for someone in your place but quite simply I did not fire upon your ship, and think about it why would I have kept you alive this long if I had wanted to kill you ?” Liam retorted.
True Lee thought however as he had fully come round from the after effects of prolonged cryogenic sleep a thought occurred to him where was Charlie? After all he was certain that he was in the escape pod thus should have been picked up by Mr Glass and Kenbridge. “Where is the other occupant? I was not alone in the escape pod.” Lee enquired
“Hmm you mean the boy” Liam replied
“Yes for fracks sake I hardly mean Queen Carina do I you idiot, just let me see him and make sure he is alright” Lee said all the while trying to hold back his anger otherwise he would be ramming his good leg so far up the fraking eejits rear backside it would make him stand so straight it would make the Rheinlands finest look like a bunch of raw recruits fresh from Oktoberfest at Frau Keller's Tavern on Augsburg Orbital Colony.
Feigning remorse and upset was one of Liam Lamb’s strongpoint and this provided another opportunity to practice it once again, especially considering it was long time he had felt any remorse or kindness in his cold stone heart. “I am so sorry, I am afraid the poor boy suffered badly in the explosion, unfortunately I was unable to save his life, I took the liberty of burying the poor boy on Planet Cambridge at the Lynid family cemetery.” Liam spoke with a hint of remorse but underneath this was a wry smile.
“No it can’t be… I was sure he was alive… no I failed him, “ Lee sobbed before receiving a handkerchief from Liam to dry his face with, Lee had felt this upset before it was his one true love and now it would seem it was the passing of this child who had done nothing to no one lay dead thanks to Lee. It broke him, mentally shattering the man who had up until now had been as solid as the rocks that made up Mount Chishill on Planet Cambridge however this was his Achilles heel, the fact he cared was not solace for him, Lee kept thinking had he left the boy there he might have survived but no the death that had stalked Lee had struck again. This time however he was determined not to just run from it as he had done in the past but fight it. It forced him to do something Lee had hated to do, ask for help.
RE: The Deep Obsession - Wellingtons - 10-19-2012
Part Two: The Offer
“You are never strong enough that you don't need help."- César Chávez
“Help me, please you have to help me kill them, the guys who robbed this poor boy of his life and the future he might have led.” Lee pleaded with the man knowing that being a known fugitive would prove impossible to track down and his contacts in Bretonia would prove to be useless as they was preoccupied with Gallia.
“Hmm, why should I? What reason would I have to help you, I have no connection to either of you.” Liam responded coolly.
“I would owe you a lifetime worth of debt and furthermore I would do anything you ask of me” Lee pleaded while kneeling in a submissive way in front of Liam.
Liam sensed he had achieved what he wished to, from this and now thought it was time to move on from the charade. “Yes I shall help, only out my sense of goodness and honour. However I do have an offer for you, I need a pair of eyes in Bretonia, you see since you have been in cryogenic sleep, thing have begun to stir. Rumours of the Gallic high command being infected by the nomads and this compounded by the destruction of Toledo and massive gravitational flux in the deep in the omegas suggest that something dark is coming.” Liam paused to leave Lee time to think.
“This sounds reasonable however there is one thing, Bretonia may not take to having a one-legged, traitor running about, would they?” Lee responded.
“That is why I would be sending you to speak with a good friend of mine Kenshuki Kerito a hacker, if any can fool the Bretonian Civil Registry it is her. I’ll contact her about your arrival once you leave. Oh and Mr Adama from now on it would be better if you called yourself something different other than parading about and acting like a hot-shot from a space opera. Hmm Leland Adams would be a suitable replacement.” Liam spoke calmly pausing now and then to insure that all the words would be soaking in. Lee then got up from the seat he was resting in and then began pacing up and down like a trapped animal, going over and over the offer in his head to insure he would not be committing a grave error.
“Sure might as well if it gets me the idiots who did this, atrocious act.” Lee spoke with commitment and conviction.
“Good, very good now you’ll find Kenshuki Kerito on Freeport 4 but if I was you bring a gift she can get awfully snarky if she is not sweetened first, typically a nice bottle of snakeskim whiskey does the job but whatever don’t ever bring her synth ale or sidewinder fang unless you wish to be wearing that leg as a pacifier.” Liam continued undeterred from any interruptions that were caused by Kenbridge’s arrival with the drinks. “Now Mr Adams take the rhino registering CS5-X4-U238 from landing bay C opposite the Lone Star College, to get there leave the apartment and take left, you’ll find the metro 367 which drops you outside the college and you should see it opposite the stop and here are the keys to it and the licence.” Liam finished and handed over thick wodge of identification documents to Lee and with that the two men stood shook each other’s hands in agreement and with that Lee left the rundown apartments and headed for the metro stop.
RE: The Deep Obsession - Wellingtons - 10-20-2012
Part Two: The Mad, the Bad and the Ugly
"What makes a monster and what makes a man?"- Stephen Schwartz
After about 30 minutes Liam got up and moved to the holo-chess table and moved a pawn 2 spaces forward as he did a sly smile he had set things in motion and with that he let out a shout “Kenbridge bring the boy to the eagle and be quick about, use the back door if needs be.”
“Yes sir but why lie to Adama for, the boy is not dead and he might find out.” Kenbridge responded and now that Adama was gone he felt much more confident to walk into the warm sunlight and the light illuminated the visibly disfigured man.
“Why did I lie; idiot it is because he must believe the lie if he is to be of any use to us, he had to be broken and quite simply hiring those pesky bunters were both pretty draining on the coffers and he couldn’t be broken, humiliated or conquered that way he was trained to resist but fortunately for us his heart is too big and it will prove to be his downfall.” Liam spoke with conviction while brushing dust off Kenbridge who had shown the childlike innocence that you could see by simply staring deep into his eyes.
“Yes master, may I pilot the ship please, this once please!” Kenbridge asked like a child who was desperate to answer a question in class.
“No you may not remember what I taught you. Space is cruel, space is wicked. It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole world, I am your only friend, I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you, I who look upon you without fear. How can I protect you, boy, unless you keep away from public view? Out there they call you deformed, ugly and these are crimes for which they show little pity. You do not comprehend. Out there they'll revile you as a monster, Why invite their calumny and consternation? Stay away from public view, be faithful to me.” Liam replied remembering the last time this occurred. With that Liam left the dilapidated building and plotted a course towards the walker nebula and Freeport 1.