Nemesis

[Meallan]

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Puerto Rico System : Vieques Shipyard

Happy that the day went well, he decided to wrap it up and head back to his quarters. By now, he was a common sight in that bay, and the locals kept thinking he was a gaian Bretonian engineer brought in by the Cohort. Closing the door, he did a quick sweep for electronic devices that shouldn't be there, in any case, and once it was done, he laid on his bed, falling like a log. Yet, few minutes in, his wrist-pad beeped with an incoming message. He groaned, and activated it to see who was it. After the first lines were comprehended by his brain, he jumped from the bed, with the merry prospect of a good night of sleep being pushed back in his list of priorities.

"What the fuck?"

He mumbled as he finished reading the comm. A contact of his sister relayed the news that Avery released the Revenant to the LSF. Avery pulled that stunt without a word. Luckily, his sister wasn't a fool and as soon it was known, her agents managed to retrieve all the project materials, onsite data and to purge the related data-banks, thanks to the 404 protocols. Even so, his jaw tensed. This was a heavy setback. The materials and prototypes were secured in a temporary depot, but the manufacturing plants would have to be rebuilt once again. Thanking the gods, every and any project data was always worked in his off-site server. Meaning that his fabrication methods and blueprints were safe. Opening his main console on his table, he opened a secure link and accessed his files. The last batch of stress diagnostics filed by Levy were there and looking good.

"Just another bump in the road.."

He thought. At least he wasn't in the Rev, but the status quo wasn't that much better. He decided to send word to his sister of what was happening, and to start thinking on a new site. If all went well, the 'Spite would be out and about in less than a month, and with that, he would be able to resume his main project. But for it, he would need a new team. A new workshop. With the same old dream.

To make chariots of steel and fire, born to wage war.

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