the Halleaux: Skeletons of the Past

Collection: the Halleaux/Canon
Chronicled by: Ghasty

​ Melody sat facing a young woman. This woman wore a black and white jacket with two zippers down the front. She had a fair complexion, light brown eyes, and straight, long, brown hair that went past her shoulders. “I will ask you again. Who are you?” the woman asked.
“That depends. Who are you?” Melody asked in response.
“I am Petra, commander of the Haven Fighters. I have the power to turn you back out into the desert, so I would suggest answering my question,” the woman snapped back in response.

“Since you asked so nicely, I might as well tell you. My name is Melody,” Melody answered sarcastically.
“Well, Melody, you can’t just waltz into Roanoke unannounced.”
“I was brought here while I was unconscious. I had no say in the matter.”
“Who brought you here?”
“Lacea.”
“Where is she now?”
“She said she was setting up a bunk and footlocker for me,” Melody responded. At Melody’s response, Petra walked out of the garage to seek out Lacea. Once again, Melody was left alone. Petra walked to the lower barrack and saw Lacea putting things into an unassigned footlooker. Petra approached her.
“Why is there an unannounced person in our base?” Petra asked.
“She needed medical attention. Would you rather have me leave her in the desert?” Lacea asked.
“No bu-”
“Well she’s here. I figured Eoin would have told you,”
“Well he didn’t,” Petra said. Lacea didn’t respond for a few moments.
“This is a pointless argument. Could you help me out instead?”
“Fine, but we shall discuss this later,” Petra said. Lacea rolled her eyes at Petra. Petra chose to ignore it. Lacea handed Petra Melody’s bag to search through. The bag contained a packet of violet seeds, a small bag of dirt, a small flower pot, empty food cartridges and empty water bottles. Petra was about close the bag when light reflected off of something metal. Petra reached into the bag and pulled out a silver misericorde whose blade was caked in dried blood. Petra held this up in the light and examined it. They were both perturbed by the blade.
“We have a few questions we need to ask Melody,” Petra said.
“Agreed,” said Lacea
“This will also be in the discussion later.”
“I figured that much,” Lacea responded. They walked back to the garage. To their surprise, Melody wasn’t on her cot.
“Where is she?” Petra asked.
“I don’t know. Eoin was here with her when I left,” Lacea responded.
“He wasn’t here when I saw her,”
“We might need to find him too,”
“I’ll find Melody, and you look for Eoin.”
“Already on it,” Lacea said as she walked out of the barracks.
“Also, nobody can know we lost somebody who is armed and possibly dangerous,” Petra said.
“Once again, I agree,” Lacea responded. Lacea walked through the halls asking passersby if they had seen Eoin. Most hadn’t seen him, and those that did gave vague, conflicting answers, until she was stopped by one of the people she asked. This person was dressed in a brown corduroy jacket adorned with whirling gears and matching pants. A vest and undershirt could be seen underneath the jacket. He had a brown top hat which was also adorned with spinning mechanisms along with a bejeweled spider pin. Goggles covered his light blue eyes. He had a fair complexion and auburn hair. A pair of black glasses rested in his left breast pocket and a walkie-talkie in his right breast pocket.
“Is something amiss?” he asked.
“Mech, I can assure you nothing is amiss,” Lacea tried to say convincingly, “I just needed to ask him something.”
“It must be something important seeing as how anxious you look.”
“I’m not anxious,” Lacea said defensively. Mech started to question if what she was telling was the truth.
“I do happen to know where Eoin is at the moment,” Mech said.
“Where?”
“He’s in the top meeting room filling out a report. He told me there was a new person and I was coming to meet her.”
“You might have to postpone your meeting.”
“How come?”
“I’m sure Petra would love to inform you why. First though we need to fetch Eoin.”
“Can’t you tell me what’s going on?”
“Nope,” Lacea responded as they walked towards the conference room. They arrived to see that Eoin was still filling out the form.
“Eoin, we need your assistance on something,” Lacea said.
“Ok, what for?” Eoin asked.
“Petra will inform you when we get to her,” Lacea responded.
“Can I borrow your walkie-talkie for a moment?” Lacea asked as she turned towards Mech.
“Sure. What for?” Mech asked.
“To contact Petra. What else would I use it for?” Lacea said flippantly. She held the walkie-talkie up to her mouth and held down the talk button.
“Petra, I found Eoin. Where is your current location?” Lacea asked speaking into the walkie-talkie. There was a short pause before Petra’s voice crackled through.
“I’m near the mess hall. How did you procure a walkie-talkie? Mech, Marius, and I are the only ones who have one.”
“Mech might know about what’s happening.”
“Fine, but don’t involve anybody else.”
“Ok, over and out,” Lacea said. She started walking towards the mess hall and Eoin and Mech followed behind her. Lacea and Co. arrived at the mess hall. The tables of the mess hall were normally empty at this time of day, and today wasn’t any different. Lacea looked around for Petra, but she wasn’t there. They searched the mess hall for anything that would indicate where Petra was. Mech almost stepped on something. This something was Petra’s walkie-talkie.
“Guys, I think I found something,” Mech called out to the others. They gathered around Mech while he showed them the walkie-talkie.
“This isn’t good,” Eoin said speaking the collective thoughts of the group.