The Wayfarer

[Caliban]

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A dim blue light flickered on the ceiling. Two neon lights laying a cold blue hue over Ego's exposed skin. He didn't bother to wear his helmet or usual trenchcoat within the confines of his home. The chair he stood on was facing a computer with too many icons to count, left open for hours on end with no regard to the hardware's well being. He was staring at it for the same amount of time it was on with almost no pause in between. The amnesiac held on a picture of himself and Raven during one of their hang-out sessions on Curacao. An emotionless expression covered what Ego truly felt - guilt, anger and sadness all gathered in a giant mess.

Screw you. his words dripped with poison as he locked onto the one-eyed woman in the picture. A hate which built up for months, even years if he could recall. He remembers the times he wanted to be alone. Vaguely, yet what was left had pressed him for what it felt like forever. The young man slid the picture to the side of the desk facing downwards, before turning his eyes to the blue neon lights. Open first log. seconds passed before he continued. Maxwell. One of Bristol's employees. He responded to my request to get another Valkyrie. With some haggling I got him to slide the powerplant components for the ship. The ship? he sighed The ship will come monday. It costed me a fortune to get the deal going. My bank account is almost dry, so I can't take up on unnecessary expenses. the chair rolled closer to the desk. Ego lifted his right arm - a cybernetic limb with almost all of its artificial skin torn, ripped to shreds. Teal, dirty synthetic tendons covering the skeletal frame had gone up to his shoulder where burnt metal and human skin entwined. An imperfect merge done out of desperation - now a reminder. There was a contraption stuck to his upper arm. Crude, standing out. There was a meter attached to what seemed to be a slightly elongated half-empty flask of a bright orange liquid and a set of tubes attached to the limb, heading upwards toward the shoulder which they dug in. The apparatus hissed as it injected the orange hued contents of the small flask, effectively emptying it. Ego left out a relieved groan as he took out the empty flask, tossing it into the nearby trash can. Moments later he slid another one from his pants' pocket jamming it into the apparatus.

Urgh... a brief pause Radoxol. Siara's "medicine" to the radiation I've been exposed to in Alberta. I'm cursed to use this from now on if I want to live. he leaned on the chair I just need the Valkyrie, and then I'll leave this place. Leave everything behind...

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