As soon as he finished his work which made him to be occupied within the deeper Omicrons, Nomak docked with Freeport 10 in order to meet the Reaper who contacted him earlier. He came to the reception and obtained the copy of the key- card that was registered to Miss Nomak. He told his guards to keep the perimeter around the reception safe, until he finishes the meeting. Finally, he reached the door B1173, inserted his key- card and proceeded inside.
<"From Darkness, lead me to Light. From Ignorance, to Truth. From Death, to Immortality.">
Cara hears the door to the room open slowly. Cara was busy in the shower not expecting anyone to arrive or even let them selves into her room. She leaves the water running and gets out the shower, covering herself up in a close to see through white dress as such and then grabs the combat knife that was on the side and makes her way silently to see who was making there entrance.
Hiding around the corner to the door she waits for the figure to come in to make a clear visual inspection. Still unsure who it is Cara sneaks up behind them and grabs them from behind in a sleep hold, covering there mouth so they are unable to make any vocal noises. Who are you? What do you want and what is your name? Cara whispers into the male figure.
It all happened in a split second, and Nomak acted in a blink of a eye, in the manner that he knows best, grabbing the woman's hand with which she was holding the knife, twisting it enough to drop the knife while he pushes woman's head towards the wall making her to face it.
"You simply do not attempt to kill a Raider, if you do not mean to do it." releasing the female, he continued
"Overlord Jared Nomak, at your service. I believe you are miss Kendall."
He paused for a second scanned her from the head all the way down to her feet and responded:
As Cara faces the wall with the hands from Nomak, she tries to turn her head to see who the figure is but it is impossible due to the lock he has. I was not plan on killing you, just to hurt you severely for intruding my room and personal space if I did not know who you were. After Nomak introduced himself Cara as she stands up from the hold Nomak put on her to drop the knife. So you are Jared Nomak, I will apologize for my defensive behavior. I am a lethal weapon, a trained marine as such. But from the Fallen Angels ofcourse.
As Cara Kendall stands up she looks at Nomak and flicks her wet hair so it is out of her face and pats herself down. Erm yeah excuse me, let me go put some cloths on. I was in the shower.
As Cara went to get some clothes on, Nomak sat on the couch and took the bottle of schotch that was already placed there by the staff and with a bit louder tone he said
"So, tell me more about all this. What happened and why you are here?"
Then he took a glass and poured the scotch into it, while he was awaiting for the story to begin.
She moves towards her room to put some sensible cloths on dropping of the white dress of her shoulders as she approaches the room, sliding the doors across which are a canvas material with a wooden border. She moves across and turns the light on giving Nomak a shadow of her getting changed.
Raising her voice so Jared is able to hear her from the other room she speaks out as says;
I saw these visions of the Slomon K'Hara in Omicron Delta attacking Freeport 11 and firing on the heavily damaged station already. This visions kept flickering to you. Your name, your figure, your looks just kept appearing every few seconds. It was not once this happened but every other hour. Like it was some form of epilepsy. Because this vision kept showing you and speaking your name as a whisper in my head I thought it was best to get in touch with you. You may be able to help me.
While she speaks her words she slips into a leather suit which is her Fallen Angel uniform. With the badges, a slot for her combat knife and other pieces of equipment for ground work. Making her way out of her room she moves over to were Jared was sat and pours herself a glass of scotch and then takes a shot of it.
"I see..." he poured another glass of scotch and lighted up his tobacco cigarette.
"As it seems, you are someone who was meant to walk a specific path. A path that is very different from the others. You are someone who was chosen by Them, the one who is needed to join us, who work for the better world."
He then sighed and leaned towards Cara and continued:
"What you know as Nomad war, didn't happen because Nomads, how you know them, decided to make a bloodshed for the fun. We, humans do not realize that, we are not the only ones self aware, and that there are places we should not visit. We humans in our nature believe that we are the gods and that for us, everything is allowed."
He stood up, while holding his glass of scotch and continued again:
"I'm leading the specific group of people. We call ourselves the Commune and, we are trying to keep things out of control. All the artifacts and remains that are left over Sirius, and which hold the energy or information that is going beyond of human understanding, need to be returned to where they belong. If those, get in the wrong hand, systems like New York can become a waste land, because of one mistake and lack of ability to understand."
While explaining, he began to study reactions of Cara from time to time, taking a puff from his cigar and hitting another shot of scotch:
"On the other hand, we are protecting the places, that should remain unvisited because of what I just said. We have to use our guns against organisations like Core or Order because, they wish all that technology for their own interests, not because of the humanity's interest. We do of course, when the individual wishes to understand, spread the word of the sad reality and thus, we seek for more people, willing to work for our cause, in order to end all this madness. That is, Angel Kendall, why you were having those visions."
Cara holds her glass of scotch in her hand while she nods to Jared when he speaks about her being chosen by them. Once he finished talking she took another shot of scotch and then placed the glass on the table and started pouring another one.
You say I was chosen by them. Who do you mean, what do you mean?
She asks in a confused manner. Listening to his next set of words trying to think at the same time, losing her sight and her hearing is cut out and a vision starts. A Vision of Omicron Iota. The home of the K'Hara.
She starts shaking her head and drops the glass, as it hits the floor it smashes and the scotch is in a puddle on the rug and the floor. Placing her hands on her head in pain, dropping to her knees in pain and agony.
Arghhhh!!!!!
Cara screams in pain due to the vision and the high intensity of the vision.
She can feel Jareds arms wrap around her to comfort her while he is on the floor, all she can see is this vision, a fear, a dark shadow, but she can feel a sharp pain within her. There is a voice in her head saying; We want you!!!
This voice slowly goes in the distance and she wakes up not knowing where she is or who is the man that she is in the arms of. It's like she was brain washed.
Cara slowly sits up from the floor trying to think what just happened. Not knowing, her eyes are flickering, and she is holding her head like a painful headache behind her eyes. At the moment she has this blurry vision and just sees a dark shadowed figure near her but she does not remember who it is.
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