Points (A story of a Navy officer and a Rogue)

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It had been the last straw.... the final one.

How does a man break down so easily? A man who has seen countless battles, survived through ordeals and lost men under his own command. He had experienced all of these and not even winced at the sight of it. But it all built up, it swelled up in him until it -snapped-.

Jacobi Naval Medical Center, Planet Manhattan

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A shuttle pierced through the dark clouds of Manhattan. Momentarily giving light before being swallowed again by the darkness. The landing port of Jacobi Naval Medical Center was cleared for the shuttle to land. It had been an emergency. The shuttle slowly descended into the landing pad, it's engine powering down. A slow hiss sound erupted as the shuttle made the soft landing. Immediately the cargo bay doors opened revealing a pair of jeeps, one was a open topped with an unconscious man laying behind the driver accompanied by a corpsman. The other was a closed with an armed marine accompanying the driver. They both roared to life as soon as it was cleared.

-"His vital signs are dropping... we have to get moving."
-"Aye, I'm driving as fast as I can."
-"You have to hurry, we're losing him!"

-"So uh, what you got back there?"
-"A Rogue."
-"Eh? What's he in for?"
-"Just get a move on, driver."
-"Hmph... alright."

At an intersection ahead, the two jeeps split off. One was headed for the Medical Center. Another was headed for the Powell Detention & Correctional Facility.

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[Connor]

Pounding and banding came from the back of the truck where the Rogue was situated. It was clear to everyone on board the truck that the Rogue had no intent of staying and wanted to get away whilst causing as much trouble as possible, in the true nature of The Rogues. A small amount of time passed by before it got on the Marines nerves.

"Keep it down in there Rogue!" shouted the Marine as he scared the driver, causing him to almost driving off the road. "Pay attention Driver." A quick response was followed up by the Rogue of whom he thought he was being clever.

"Or what" he shouted at the top of his voice. Although he was shouting, the Marine only heard a small whisper though the armour plating. The Marine shrugged it off and pretended to ignore the Rogue. The rest journey was rather loud, thanks to the Rogue not giving up however the Marine did his best to ignore him.

The jeep had reached Powell Detention & Correctional Facility. A group of armed guards came out with rifles in their hands. They quickly assembled around the back of the jeep where they pointed their guns at the door. The Marine escorting the Jeep opened the doors and restrained The Rogue. All you could hear was the Rogue swearing and blazing, trying to not give in. The Marine trying to restrain the Rogue pulled a taser out and shocked the Rogue, causing him to fall unconscious. The Rogue was placed in hand and leg cuffs and was dragged into the building.

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The armed guards dragged the Rogue hastily up the steps. His feet scraping the pavement. As the doors flicked open, a man in a white lab coat greeted them. The marine quickly stood at attention and saluted him.

"Another prisoner, Doc."
"Good... good... Put him in Room X."
"Alright, Doc. I'll need you to sign these papers."

With a quick press of his hand, the transfer papers were authenticated. The old signatures of the day were now obsolete. It had now become a norm for using thumbprints to show one' signature.

"Right, we're good to go."

The marine then handed the Doc a datapad and then saluted one last time and turned to go back to whatever duties he had been doing before. The Doc then motioned for the guards to take the prisoner to the designated room. The Powell Detention & Correctional Facility was no ordinary prison. There were considerably less guards stationed at the facility and the prisoners weren't allowed to go out of their cells. There were rumors of torture occurring in the facility but these were dismissed by the government as hard labor. The presence of an asylum next to the facility was also disturbing. It is rumored to contain occupants of the Powell Facility who became insane or mad. On the way, screams and banging could be heard in the rooms preceding Room X. This was ; of course, vaguely heard by the unconscious prisoner.



Arriving at Room X, the guards removed the hand cuffs from the prisoner and brought him inside. It was an ordinary room. Very bright. 3 wide horizontal mirrors surrounded the room with a single steel chair bolted at the center. The guards proceeded to place the prisoner on the chair, holding him down with the leg cuffs chained to the floor. They quickly left and afterwards the room went dark.

[Connor]

The Rogue, drooping on the chair, slowly came too. As he started to wake up a throbbing headache hit the Rogue hard. It was enough to turn the Rogue very passive as he was focusing on trying to forget about the pain. The darkness in the room brought confusion to him which was making the situation much harder for the Rogue.

"Where am I?" whispered the Rogue to himself. Knowing that whispering wasn't enough, he proceeded to shout "WHERE AM I?". The passive side of the Rogue quickly vanished as he sharply stood up, flailing his arms in the air. He tried to walk forward where he quickly fell to the floor, noticing he'd been shackled to the ground. He had managed to hit is nose on the floor which gave him a serious nose bleed. Blood could be felt dripping down his nose and a rather uncomfortable fashion. A stern face arose on the Rogues face as he slowly wiped blood of his mouth.

The door slowly opened as a small trickle of light poured through the door, leaving the Rogue confused yet again. A figure awaited at the door.

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The peering light blinded the Rogue momentarily, shielding himself with his arm until the the door closed. With a flick of a switch, the light above the Rogue came to life beaming down on him like a spotlight. The figure moved in the shadows like a predator surveying his prey.

"Who's there!"

There was no response from the stranger.

"I ain't afraid of ya's! You hear!", shouted the Rogue as he clenched his fists... threatening the stranger.

Like a siren the stranger sings teasingly,
"Sweeet dreamsss are made of thisss... Whoo am I to disagree... I travel the world and the seven seas... Eeeverbody's looking for something...."

The figure stops just out of the reach of light.

"So... what are you looking for?"

[Connor]

The confusion on his face grew rapidly as he head the person spoke.

"What am I looking for?" he softly said, his voice was only just heard. The tone of his voice grew as the angerinside him grew as well. "I'm looking to get the flaming hell out of this god forsaken place! Who the hell are you, what am I doing here?" He screamed.

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"Do you really want to get out? Is that really what you want? What you desire?"

There is slight tone of amusement the stranger's voice.

"First, let's calm down a bit shall we?"

At once, after the stranger finishes the sentence, a soft melodic tune starts to play.

"Now, I will need your arms restrained so you will not interrupt me. Your mouth will be enough I think."

A slight chuckle is heard. As the Rogue's arms are suddenly pulled to the metallic chair, locking them in place.

"Perfect!"

He reveals himself.


"I am Doctor Anthony Kafka. And you, my dear, have been detained for nearly ending the life of one of our naval officers. Tell me, does the name Remus ring a bell?"

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A few hours ago...

Patient Room 726, Jacobi Naval Medical Center, Planet Manhattan

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Two personnel stood outside of the room known as "Room 726". It seems they were discussing the condition of the patient inside.

"No serious physical injuries were suffered by the patient in his attempted suicide near Manhattan space. But mental examination of patient revealed that he had suffered an extreme case of PTSD, historical records from his weekly mandatory examinations indicated that it all started from his recovery from the radiation. It seems we underestimated the extent of the damage, Doctor Kafka."

"This is a very interesting case for Mister Remus. The likes of which we've never seen before. Do your best to make it easy for him to cope with his distress. Have you emptied his sidearm?"

"Yes, Doctor. We have, are you sure it is safe to leave it inside?"

"I want him to see that it is futile to kill himself. That would, in theory, prevent him from taking his own life. His mental frustration needs to be channeled elsewhere, preferably to Liberty's enemies or perhaps this ongoing war with Gallia. Have Doctor Gordon speak with Remus, I am sure he can convince him."


"As you wish, Doctor Kafka."

The aide then leaves abruptly to carry out the Doctor's instructions. Doctor Kafka then turns towards the door... peering through the small window. Remus is seen on the bed, sleeping. Look at him, so peaceful. But then again, once he wakes up... He slight frown forms on his face. I will fix you. One way or another.