The Savior

[stardust47]

In Shadows (Part 4)

Ann awoke inside the old Zoner facility on Omicron Kappa. Still cut off from the Consensus, the room was almost totally silent, the only sound being the hum of the generators. Seizing the opportunity, she ordered the nanites to begin repairing her body. Data from their scans poured into her thoughts. The impact with the roof of the escape pod had severed her spinal cord, leaving her paralysed from the neck down. Simply reconnecting it would be too risky, so instead, she had the nanites assemble a new musclular structure.
Ann gritted her teeth as the nanites got to work, disassembling now-useless tissue and replacing it with powerful synthetic muscles. Soon after, she could feel movement return to her body. The nanites reconnected with the miniature computer behind her ear, and she could hear the voices of the Consensus in her mind. One voice in particular stood out from the rest.
“You can stop worrying now,” said Ann.
:[Greetings]:, said Iron Savior.
“Yeah, nice to see you too.”
:[Query]:_”Ann.Ryder”-_new”Mission”?
She considered this for a moment.
“Well... I think I'd rather just lay low for a while. I have to find Jack, remember?”
:[Statement]:_”This unit”-”Concurs”

“Alright, Joel. You're ready to go.”
Jack Fargo backed her modified Pelican, designated Tech-413, away from Dakota, the ship she'd been repairing.
“Understood, Fargo. Engaging main engines.”
Dakota was one of the venerable Mastodon-class supertransports, a lumbering beast that had been around almost as long as Liberty itself. Her captain, Joel Dobson, had only been promoted fairly recently.
“Take care of yourself, alright? You're scheduled for maintainence in three months' time. Don't come back before then, ya hear?”
“Got it. Dakota out.”
Dakota left Baltimore and turned towards the Manhattan trade lane. Jack was about to move on to the next transport, but she was interrupted by a new message coming up on her screen.

::INCOMING TRANSMISSION::
Sender ID: Ann.Ryder
Target: Jack Fargo, DSE)Tech-413
Subject: Hello.

Didn't think you'd hear from me again, did you?
Come to Freeport 4, tomorrow night.
I'll be waiting in the bar.

::TRANSMISSION LOST::

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