[color=800000][h2]End of the Line[/h2][/color] [color=800000]Kysar’s Loyalty[/color] [color=800000][h3]Part 1: Old friends, new enemies [/h3][/color] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1062426738128334879/1126195216215445735/postloyalty1.png[/img] [h3]Longyearbyen, Svalbard Mid-Morning, April 20, 2187 Snowing, -20°C Two days after the Mars mission[/h3] [hr] “Well, Mr. Proctus, you are one lucky Turian.” Kysar had been laid up in the infirmary since landing back on Earth. Though his condition hadn’t been critical, getting shot [i]again[/i] wasn’t something to be scoffed at. Thankfully, his reception had been warmer this time around, perhaps the staff had forgiven the Turian for his earlier rampage or, and more likely, the team's success on Mars had meant that SRN was beginning to solidify itself as a stand up force in the solar system. His hand in that meant he earned a little respect from those around the joint. “I don’t know if I’d consider getting shot twice such a thing, doc.” Kysar replied, giving the human a cheeky grin. Thumbing through files on his omnitool, the doctor didn’t bother acknowledging the Turian’s quip. “Seems the bullet, similar to your first shot, passed through a weakness in your armour, just above your right hip. Nothing vital was damaged and we should have you back in action any day now. You see, lucky.” Leaning back into the pillow, Kysar sighed in relief. “Though, as a professional courtesy, I wouldn’t recommend going for a third time.” The doctor chuckled to himself before heading towards the door. “Rest easy Mr. Proctus, you’ll be out i- hey, what is this?” Sitting back up, Kysar craned his neck, giving himself the angle to peak outside the door. Clad in snazzy armour and sporting assault rifles marched two Turian, one shoving the doctor to the side. “You can’t go in there!” He shouted. “It’s for authorised personnel only!” Hopping out of the bed, Ky winced in pain as he got to his feet. He cursed the fact that the staff had removed his gear from him as they landed, only managing to find a pair of scissors on a tray table nearby. “So, what did you offer Nadara to give me up this time? I bet she did it for a new pair of shoes.” Shutting the door behind them, the two Turian stood in front of Kysar, one brandishing their weapon while the other pulled up his omnitool. “By order of Primarch Invectus and the Hierarchy, you, Kysar Proctus, are under arrest. Surrender and you will b-” Suddenly, a blue hue surrounded the soldier with his rifle drawn. The Turian tried to pull the trigger but biotics held him stuck in place. Kysar, also enveloped in the beautiful blue of biotics, motioned his hand upwards, picking up the soldier and slamming him into the ground. The other soldier fumbled for a moment too long. Putting away his omnitool, he scrambled for the rifle on his back, giving Kysar the time to close the gap between them. Tackling the soldier to the ground, Ky grabbed the rifle of his unconscious comrade and used the butt of it to knock his fellow man out cold. Ditching the useless pair of scissors, he took the weapon with him. Opening the door he began down the corridor. “Sorry about the mess doc!” He shouted as he ran by. “I guess I’m getting discharged early!” Reaching a cross section, Kysar saw four more soldiers, split into two down the opposing hallway leading left and right. “Hey you! Stop right there!” Turned out, they spotted him too. Running straight on, the Turian had no wish to turn the hospital into a bitter firefight. No, better to evade and escape. Maybe he could hijack Slim’s car again, it was pretty straightforward the first time. Reaching the front door of the infirmary, Kysar braced himself for the shock of the cold. Bursting through them, the breath escaped from him as the freezing weather seized his body. But, determined to push on, he’d make it another three whole steps before realising he was completely surrounded. Fifteen men stood around him, rifles drawn. One in the centre stood out. His armour appeared heavy yet sleek, similar to Kysar’s in design though newer and improved. The soldier took a few steps forward before Ky heard the doors behind him. The other four had caught up and were brandishing their rifles too. “You know, when they told me it was you we were coming to pick up, I told them they needed more men.” The man’s voice was gruff, yet familiar. Obviously their leader, the Turian walked forward, stopping a few feet short of Kysar. “They wanted to send four men. I mean, they really underestimated you. I guess it’s one of our weaknesses, they look at a file like yours and all they see is a criminal. A worthless piece of nothing who would crumble in the face of authority. Luckily for them, I know better.” Reaching up, the Turian clicked a button underneath his helmet. The headgear hissed as the man removed it, Kysar’s eyes widening at the sight of the soldier beneath. “No, how did you? It can’t- Atticus?” His face was scarred, badly, almost as if something had tried to rip out his right eye along with that whole section of his face. Kysar’s stomach could’ve fallen out through his feet right there and then. “Surprised to see me? You may have left me for dead in London but the Hierarchy didn’t.” Without warning, one of the guards behind Kysar had snuck up on him, violently hitting him in his wound with the butt of a rifle. Dropping the gun he’d been carrying, Venator fell to his hands and knees, howling in pain. “The Primarch himself asked me to bring you in alive. Even though I am a loyal soldier, he never did say in what condition.” Moving around Kysar, Atticus kicked his former squadmate square in the ribs. Falling on his back, the Turian cried out in pain as the man continued to kick him. “What is going on? Where is the cold blooded killer I knew, huh?” Kysar did his best to shield himself, curling up into a foetal position to try to block the blows. “Atticus I-” The butt of a rifle came down on his cheek, hard. Blue blood spattered into the snow as the Turian felt a tooth loosen. “You shut up! You don’t get to say a damn word. I don’t know what they did to you here but you better hope that you’ve got fire left in you.” Standing straight, the squad leader motioned for others to come over and collect Kysar. “Cause you’re gonna need it. Take him away boys, let's get out of this shithole.”