The Chronicles of X.

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815 AS.

"Let us see. Ahh, yes, this way." Fionnlagh purposely pretended to get lost in the maze of corridors in the shipyard. He did not have to delay the presentation of the ship's shell to the two people he was going to show it to. He simply wanted to appear less intelligent than he was. After all, he was trained to deceive everyone, since no-one could be trusted.

In a gigantic bay, stood the giant hulk of steel that would one day be the Maahes-1OX, affectionately known as "The Hedge", whose job it was to mark and patrol the boundaries of what separates the infected and the resistance. Even as an empty shell it stood impressively, as if holding up it's head in defiance of the difficulty of the task it had.

Anderson and Turner followed Fionnlagh round. A Rheinlander, obvious as being one from his hulking frame, stood over a group of men who were working at the back of the ship shell, barking orders. His face looked tired, his hands worn and his eyes were intense with a fire that would always burn. His body had seen too many battles, but his mind was as sharp as ever. Wilhelm Von Ormstein was a man whose presence could cripple an Anubis, and if that failed him, his arms could certainly compensate for it. In one year, his job would be to make sure the vessel before him ran regardless of what happened. For now however, he would build that vessel.

A man was walking towards the trio which had entered the ship-building bay a few minutes ago. Fionnlagh had his hand to his side and was preparing to draw his blaster. Anderson was tensed, as if expecting something and was wondering whether or not to draw her own blaster. Turner still had not picked up the presence. Fionnlagh drew his blaster and whirled around.

In front of him stood a man completely covered in a biological suit. He was carrying a stopwatch. "Very good Andy, very good. A markable improvement."

Fionnlagh holstered his blaster and rolled his eyes, before introducing the man to Anderson and Turner. "This, would be our medical officer, Eran Cyrus." His pause after his first word allowed his left hand to mark out the length of Cyrus. "He needs to stop doing that, or one day, he may just get shot."

Cyrus laughed. "Oh Andy, there was only a 37% chance you would shoot me. I am more worried about our newest commanding officer. Did you know that statistically there was an 89% chance you would shoot me Commodore?" The doctor questioned Anderson.

"You will find that if this nonsense continues that figure will increase." Anderson responded coldly. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks were flushed. The doctor raised his eyebrow.

"Well, perhaps it would be wise to stop when one is ahead. Either way, Commander Turner, if you would mind accompanying me, we have a few things to discuss." The doctor's playful tone was gone. It was not icy, but it was serious. It commanded respect. Turner looked at Fionnlagh and Anderson. Both gave their nod of approval. He followed the doctor.

Fionnlagh then led Anderson out of the bay. He took her to a room which he had previously swept for bugs. It was here that Sophia Anderson would find out what made Andraste Fionnlagh an essential member of her crew and why X had made sure he was a part of it. It was here that she learnt why Andraste Fionnlagh would be the last line of defence should everyone else fail.

Anderson came out of the room looking pale. She could not believe her eyes or ears. Fionnlagh came out of the room looking resolute. He could not believe he needed to scuff his left shoe again. A few floors down, Commander James Elias Turner finished getting briefed by Eran Cyrus. He too could not believe his eyes or ears and needed some time to process the information before him.

Both commanding officers would soon come to realise just how big the task before them was, and how the wheels of motion had been set long before for them to deal with it.

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