Collection: Age of Youth//the Halleaux//Skeletons of the Past
Chronicled by: Ghasty
Petra sat at a small table in her private room. She had a small mug of coffee in her left hand, which she slowly sipped. Her right hand flipped through the pages of the bible sitting in front of her. Sunlight filtered through a small window looking out upon the vast an seemingly never ending dunes. It had been two and a half days since Aileen, Antonin, Hallr, Jehan, Melody, and Zenobia had left with their prisoners. No news had come back, which planted a seed of worry in Petra’s mind. The entire room had an aura of peace and tranquility. This aura was then interrupted by a knock on Petra’s door. This knock surprised Petra, causing her to spill her coffee on herself. Petra yelped in pain from the hot coffee.
“Is everything fine in there?” Marius’ voice asked through the door.
“Yeah, one sec!” Petra yelled as she walked over to a small sink and wetted a washcloth. She then began to try to wipe away the coffee. The stain was mostly gone, but in its place now sat a wet, slightly brown spot. Petra then walked to the door and opened it.
“What do you want?” Petra asked exasperatedly.
“What happened to you?” Marius asked.
“Hot coffee and your presence. Now, why are you here?”
“That’s good. Let me go get changed out of this jacket and I’ll meet you in the garage.”
“Got it.” Petra closed the door and approached a small trunk at the end of her bed. Petra opened the trunk, which was filled with clothes. She pulled out a blue vest and a gray overcoat. Petra changed into these and left for the garage.
Petra got down to the garage and saw Aileen lying upon a medical cot. Aileen’s clothing was tattered and torn, an she was heavily bandaged.
“What happened?” Petra asked when she reached Aileen.
“Alexa attacked us, but she wasn’t Alexa anymore,” Aileen responded through coughs and pain.
“What do you mean?”
“The eye with the light was red again, but this time, the light was broken and the light came from her eye socket.”
“What happened to Antonin and Zenobia?”
“When Alexa hijacked and crashed the transport, she then began to attack the three of us. I barely managed to escape in my injured state. Antonin and Zenobia weren’t so lucky.”
“What exactly happened to them?”
“A gruesome scene I’d rather not describe.”
“Do you know what happened to the other transport?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Aileen should be getting some rest,” Marius interjected.
“Oh, of course,” Petra responded before walking off towards the private quarters. Petra approached one of the six doors, this one labeled ‘MECHLAUGHLIN’, and knocked on it.
“Come in!” Mech called. Petra opened the door and stepped into Mech’s chamber. Mech sat at a table similar to Petra’s, tinkering with a piece of machinery.
“What do you need?” Mech asked bluntly without looking up.
“Can we track our transports?” Petra asked.
“Could you track down the missing transport?”
“Sure.” Mech continued to work on the machinery.
“Well, could you get to it now?”
“Yeah, one moment,” Mech said as he set down the machinery. He then stood up and walked past Petra.
“Wait here. And don't’ touch anything!” Mech called out. Petra walked over towards the machinery and looked at it. The machinery looked like a spherical hunk of gears with wings. Petra picked it up and examined it. Petra had begun to start to ponder it when a compartment opened which revealed an eye which excitedly flicked about like a hummingbird in flight. Petra screamed and dropped the machinery. The hunk burst open, blasting gears and other bits of metal in every direction. Out from the rubble, the eye then rolled towards Mech’s bed and went underneath. Petra began to try to clean the mess up.
“Here is the th-” Mech cut his words off when he saw the broken machinery. “I left for 5 minutes, and I had only given you one clear instruction.”
“What is this?” Petra asked, holding up a broken and torn wing.
“Do you remember how you asked me to install security devices?”
“That was a security drone.”
“Whelp, this wasn’t what I was thinking, but it works, though freakishly at that.”
“Well, while I attend to the fixing of your mess, you can use this to find Jehan’s transport. It is currently set to transport #6, which would be Jehan’s.” Mech handed Petra a small handheld device with a light and an antenna.
“How do I use it?”
“This light here begins to blink when pointed in the right direction, and it blinks quicker the closer you are to the transport.”
“Thank you.”Petra turned lo leave. “I must go and organize a group to track the transport down.”
“Well, I have to get back to my work,” Mech stated. Petra then left the room. As she was walking away, she could have sworn she heard Mech say, ‘Where did the eye go?’, which caused her to depart faster. Petra then came to the garage and began to round up people to help her search. Personnel were lacking at this time, due to the hijacking and disappearance of the two transports. Finally she was able to get one other person, Desmofýlax. She explained to him what happened to the transport. The two went down to the garage and loaded into a transport. Desmofýlax took the driver’s seat while Petra took shotgun. Desmofýlax drove the transport out of the garage while Petra searched for Jehan’s transport’s signal. The machine read that the transport was north-northwest of Roanoke. The transport sped through the dunes that were glowing in the late morning’s sun. The dunes surrounding Roanoke were a bleak sight. Very few cacti and other succulents grew there. Very few settlements were there were far from Roanoke. Animal bones and wreckage sometimes jutted out of the sand, unearthed during the most recent sandstorms. The light on the device blinked faster until they came upon a jarring sight. Half-buried in the sand sat the mangled remains of a transport. The two stopped and got out of the transport. They then rushed over to the wreck. In the transport they found Hallr, Jehan, and Melody, but Anzhelina, Khachatur, and Zenon were not there. The three seemed to be unconscious, so the two began to check the three’s pulses. Jehan and Melody had pulses, but Hallr’s couldn’t be found. Petra grabbed her walkie-talkie.
“We found the other transport. Medical assistance is needed upon our return,” Petra spoke into the walkie-talkie. Desmofýlax and Petra loaded Hallr, Jehan, and Melody into the transport. Once they did this, the transport raced back towards Roanoke. The two got the three into medical cots. A few medical staff rushed over to help. Jehan and Melody were hooked up to machines, while Hallr was pronounced dead. Desmofýlax and Petra were informed that it would be awhile before Jehan and Melody had the possibility of waking up. Petra went back to the private officers’ quarters and knocked again on Mech’s door.
“Will I ever have a moment of respite?” Petra heard through the door.
“Absolutely not,” Petra answered as she opened and walked through the door. Mech was still sitting at the table with a small device in hand. The winged hunk of gears had been fixed. It began to flitter over towards Petra. The eye became fixed on her and a laser scanning process began of her face. The lasers concluded and a small chirp could be heard. The drone began to speak in a robotic version of Mech’s voice.
“First Name: Petra. Surname: Unknown. Occupation: Commander of Haven Fighters,” the hunk said.
“I like how it works, but its looks are so off putting,” Petra critiqued.
“Is there anything else you’d like to input your two cents upon?” Mech said dryly.
“Yes, the device worked fine.”
“Great, I need it back.”
“Part salvaging.” Petra handed Mech the machine.
“Well, time to go deal with whatever our next problem is,” Petra said as she departed.
“Vale!” Mech called sarcastically.
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