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Offline Jihadjoe
04-13-2012, 01:48 AM, (This post was last modified: 11-09-2012, 02:40 AM by Jihadjoe.)
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Three days had passed since Leon had set out from Tau 23, although he couldn't decide if it felt like weeks, or minutes. He sat up in bed and ran his hands through his hair, moving his left arm carefully. The doctors had treated him with respect, even if communication was done through a rudimentary sign-language.

"Damn this language barrier" he muttered to himself as he checked the dressing covering the long cut on his leg.
At least Alice was alive and well, and that's what he'd come for. He had no idea where he was any more, or who that woman was.

When he found the Normandie it had been suspiciously quiet. He had never heard of the Sigma 17 system before, but that's where he had found the ship. The blue nebula in the background had reminded him a little of home, but nothing else did.

"Pride is a human construct."

The words rang in his head as he took a sip of water from the glass that had been left next to the bed. The doctors who treated him sounded like Libertonians. It was the same language the Bretonians spoke, but with a different accent. He wondered who it was who was keeping him alive, and why. Sirians hate the Gallics, or so he had assumed. Better to die before they catch you... But there he was, being treated respectfully, if a little coldly, by complete strangers who are supposed to want him dead.

The news of Aubert's death weighed on him heavily. Alice was holding up remarkably well, considering, or so he thought. Her eyes only flickered slightly when Leon had mentioned the name, but the loss wasn't hers alone. Leon had regarded Aubert as a good man, someone with whom he'd trust his life. Lavalle was gone too, and over the two short weeks before the Normandie had disappeared Leon had come to respect the man. Grieving wasn't something Leon was used to doing, and he wasn't sure how. Maybe he was over-thinking it, but there wasn't much else he could do.

He was a prisoner, that much he knew. Alice had gone to speak with the man in charge here... Wherever 'here' was. He sighed and lay back down, attempting to get back to sleep, but he knew that might be a long road.

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Where there's a will... - by Jihadjoe - 04-12-2012, 01:33 AM
Where there's a will... - by Jihadjoe - 04-12-2012, 02:09 AM
Where there's a will... - by Jihadjoe - 04-13-2012, 01:48 AM

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