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[b][i]Flashback, Part Two[/i][/b]

Alexander nods, saying, "Osamu-sama, Mako Shintai has grown up and learned most of what I can learn, so I request another pupil to impart my experience too, for the good of Red-Star. I would also like to add that 'Serk Laplace', a [i]gaijin[/i] who had managed to evade being enslaved so far and is even honored among us, is a person who has angered many with his arrogance. Thus, he needs to be reminded that he can't have everything he wants."

Osamu Akiyama nods at that, before saying archly, "Trying to aim for 'Comrade' Rank once more, Alexander Sky? Too bad that 'Serk Laplace' reminds me of [i]my[/i] father, and I actually love my father - or his memory. So you'll have to make it worth my while to give you Hibiki-[i]kun[/i]. Very worth my while."

Alexander forces a smile. "Tell me how I can please you, Master Osamu."

The Artificial Human grins, "Not in the presence of a sixteen-year-old; I only like people eighteen and above. Let's just say that you're putting on a show for me tonight. Deal?"

A nod from Alexander. "Deal."

Osamu smirked, grinning from ear to ear. "Now go; I'll send word to Serk that Osamu is to be given eight hours outside of the laboratory to play with you. But remember, keep up your end of the bargain, [i]or else[/i]." 

The Slave-Pilot bowed deeply, "Of course, Master."

And with that, he told Hibiki, "All right, Hibiki-kun; you now have eight hours with me. Why don't I find you some proper clothes?"

Hibiki, not understanding the undertones of the conversation, becomes very ecstatic. 

It is at that time a heavy knock comes from the door and a voice rings into the room, "Hey, Osama, we have a problem". A portly man in a lab coat walks in, ignoring custom. 

As the man enters, Hibiki shows clear signs of terror, as he attempts to hide behind Alexander. 

"My work has gone missing, we ha..." The Scientist, clearly 'Serk Laplace' spots Hibiki, " Oh, there you are. That's enough play, time to come back to the lab".

Osamu looks at Serk, "Actually, my dear [i]gaijin[/i] friend, the Red-Star Corporation wishes to remind you of who your superiors in the corporate ladder are. While I am personally fond of you, the fact is that you've been going around the ship thinking you can do whatever you want, even if it is above your pay grade."

A purse of his lips, "So effective today, we're training Hibiki ourselves every eight hours of every day. You will be compensated for this in new money and equipment. Refusal will bring punishment and you don't look attractive enough for the [i]cool[/i] methods of teaching you your place."

He claps his hand, and several Red-Star guards in dress uniform come in, ready to take Serk in if he did anything more than bow and scrape and grovel.

Serk, looking around seeing the inclusion of more company, Gives a shit eating grin, "So that's how it is?". Osamu gives a gesture affirming the terms. "Hahahahah! Fine you can have the boy but ..." He puts his hands in his pockets. " I have one thing to say, Exodus 196 protocol 5" and he seemingly presses something in his pocket.

No sooner than that, Hibiki goes limp in a catatonic state. 

Alexander curls his fists, turning rigid.