The Labyrinth

[Fab]

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OMICRON GAMMA, PLANET CRETE
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

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[Large metal door opens]

[Creaking]

[Large metal door closes]

[Approaching footsteps]

[Metallic chair grinds against the floor]

???
"Hello..." [Exhausted breath] "It has been a while. Excuse me for the delays. Things haven't been exactly peaceful out there."

???
"Tell me something I don't know, captain. I am not interested in excuses. Our guests. where are they?"

???
"I've received reports from Omicron Nu. They should be on their way now."

???
"Good... good. I'm sure you've made the arrangements to make sure they arrive safely, yes?"

???
[Nods]

???
"The Executor?"

???
"She hasn't raised any complaints. I gave her a plateful. Liberty technology. Weapons. Experienced warriors. A true gift."

???
"I see. Do you expect any troubles with our... guests?"

???
"No. They seem willing to cooperate. Not like they have a choice."

???
[Silence]

???
"Good. Things seem to be going according to plan."

???
"Yes..."

[Taps on the table repeatedly]

???
"How's the new dosage?"

???
"Buena... good. Can't feel the weight of my head."

???
"Have you told that to the doctor?"

???
"No. Any less of a dose and it starts again."

???
[Nods]

[Brief pause]

???
"It's time for me to go. People will start missing me if I'm not on that chair for too long."

???
"Come back often, Tavros."

[Metallic chair grinds against the floor]

[Distancing footsteps]

[Large metal door opens]

[Creaking]

[Large metal door closes]

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[Fab]

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Seven months ago...
OMICRON GAMMA, PLANET CRETE
Sparta Medical Facility

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[Rushed footsteps]

[Double doors opening]

Medical Staff
"Andale! Make way!"

[Stretcher's wheels slipping against the floor]

Tavros
"Move! Move!"

Tavros
"Doctor! Is he going to be alright?"

Doctor
[Looks at the patient] "We'll do our best, capitán."

Medical Staff
"Doctor! More wounded!"

Doctor
"Mierda... Check them. The ones wounded the most go first!"

Medical Staff
"Si!"

[Rushed footsteps]

Doctor
"Open the door! You, prepare the blood bags. He needs an transfusion, NOW!"

[Operating room door is kicked open]

[Medical staff rush in, Tavros follows, but is barred]

Medical Staff 2
"Capitán. You must stay here. Medical staff only."

Tavros
"Que? Let me in!"

Medical Staff 2
"Sir! It's an operating room! The crew must coordinate!"

[Tavros backs down]

Medical Staff 2
"Don't worry capitán. We're trained for this. We will inform you after the surgery."

[Tavros nods]

[Operating room door closes]

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One week after the battle...
OMICRON GAMMA, PLANET CRETE
Sparta Medical Facility

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[A doctor opens the door to the waiting room. The buzzing sounds of the lights reinforce the ambience of uncertainty]

Doctor
"Capitán. Buenas tardes. I hope you're well."

[Tavros nods]

Doctor
"Bueno."

[The doctor pulls a metal chair opposite of Tavros after closing the door behind him, and sits down. It grinds against the floor]

[The doctor takes some papers from his folder, and begins reading it]

Tavros
"So, how is he?"

[The doctor eyes Tavros for a second, before reading his papers again]

Doctor
"His condition has been stable. Solid improvement on the last couple of days."

Tavros
"That's... great news, doctor. When he'll be able to join the vanguard ranks again?"

Doctor
"I'm afraid that... will not be possible."

[The doctor reads his papers further, the silence broken by the sound of the pages flipping]

Doctor
"His lower limbs were crushed. Minor damage to the cerebrum. Major fractures around the eye socket. Eyes pie-"

Tavros
"Enough, doctor. I understand."

[The doctor nods, and places his papers back into his folder]

Doctor
"Despite all these injuries, capitán, his recovery was remarkable... And, don't worry. Our best biomechanical engineers are working on a solution."

Tavros
"Keep me updated, doctor."

Doctor
"Si, señor."

[Tavros backs up his chair, and stands up]

Doctor
"Before you go, capitán. Might I ask you something?"

Tavros
"Yes..?"

Doctor
"Why he has no records in our databases? No name, date and place of birth-"

Tavros
"That is none of your concern, doctor. Your job is not to ask questions."

[The doctor looks down]

Doctor
"Pardon, señor."

[Tavros nods. He walks towards the door, opening it and closing it without saying a word]

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