Fallen Grace

[Soul Reaper]

Revolution frowned as he walked the length of the deck, he hated the sub decks. They were too straight and there was absolutely no cover at all. Of course, that mattered little as there was no current risk of boarding, mutiny was impossible at any given time and the only foreign factor on the ship was a CIS agent that was being tracked by heat, laser, ladar and even sonar every second. The Sovereign was as secure as a ship could possibly be, yet years of training and experience taught him that it was never safe. A few moments later he came to the end of the deck, a marine stood at attention next to a small armored hatch.

"Sir."
"Status?"
"She's quiet."
"Open it."

The marine nodded and turned to a control panel adjacent the hatch, he typed in a code and a small optical eye did a quick scan of the marine's iris. The control panel flashed green and the sound of heavy electronic locks' thumping was heard. Revolution almost chuckled at the security, the old man had set priority security lockdown throughout the whole ship, colonial or no, the admiral wasn't taking a chance with a foreign CIS agent aboard.

Revolution touched the screen and the doors parted vertically, he stepped in quietly, the door quickly closing behind him, the faint thumps of the electronic locks sounding again. The agent Maria -or Raven- was at the far end of the room, looking straight into his eyes, projecting -or trying to- fearlessness. But Revolution could see straight through any disguise she had. The small crevice near her lip, the slight movement of her trigger finger getting closer to her sidearm and the extremely quick eye movement to check out his own sidearm and posture, he couldn't help but grin.

"Funny isn't it? How they let you keep your sidearm as a gesture of honor to not disarm your opponent yet throw you in a micro-vent room, being able to kill you with the single push of a button."

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