Nemesis

[Meallan]

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Fort Leniex : Dagon's Workshop

While finishing cleaning up the workshop to close it once again, Meallan's wrist-pad beeped. Opening up, he managed, with some cost, to decipher what Levy was trying to say. And when the meaning was evident, Meallan smiled, typing a short answer back that it was to be like this since day one. And no more beer. Closing it up, he sighed.

"I should get started with that. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And she's one pissed off dame."

He thought to himself, as he threw a tarp over the holo-table. He knew he now had the possibility to create something truly terrifying, a game changer. But that would only be possible if he faced a demon of his past, probably the only woman he actually had feelings for. And she was probably still wanting to strangle him up with his entrails until now.

"How you doing, cupcake?"

He whispered to himself trying to roleplay how their meeting would be. He tried to smirk in his usual smug attitude to the empty room, like she was there.

"Hi there, beautiful."

After hearing himself, he shook his head and sighed again. He activated his holo-console and triggered a copy sub-routine in the mainframe systems, plus the old SAD archives to his private server. A server that he hasn't visited in quite a while. His workshop in the Barrier was always close but yet far. Apart from a couple of times in the last four years, little reasons appeared for him to return there. Shutting down the holo-console, the sub-routine kept going on until it finished, a couple of hours later. Grabbing his leather bag and looking back to give a last review on the status of the workshop, he started walking to the door and killed the lights. Going back and forth to and from the Nemesis project was becoming usual to him but still the only thing in his mind was that woman's face and the inevitable storm that would follow if they met.

"I'm so fracked."

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