Aug 3, 2019
Strangetown, The Westside Wastes, Murodia
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Strangetown, The Westside Wastes, Murodia
“What a shit ass town.” Samus grumbled, of course that madman would hide in a sulfur ripe stinkhole like this. It was indeed the right place though, she could feel it. Everything inside her could feel the pulsating call of the void. It wasn’t far, Madden had given her what she needed but still she felt some hesitation. Some pause. There was good reason Papa Bash had never come back here. The blasphemies committed to this soil had scarred the place just as it had his face and she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to know.
It just itched at her, the way finding her mother did. She just had to know why they were what they were. Why she was what she was and that all, well that all started here.
End of Chapter 3
As she cleared the flames two figures came into focus. She had never met her grandfather personally. He died before her birth but Sam guessed that the younger had to be him. His arm was stretched in aggression. “Why?! Why would you do this?!”
“Curious... how did you escape the facility?” The other man looked more amused than anything. His sly smile made her shiver in disgust. That one must be Maddox. The madman that begat the worst plague of the modern age and her great-grandfather. “I would have thought the security there would have at least kept you occupied a bit longer.”
“I - I don’t know how I got here... I just knew I needed to be here.. for them and I thought for you..” Bastian’s hands began to curl. “but I guess I was wrong...just as I’ve always been wrong about you...”
Her grandfather’s old home was nothing as she thought it’d be. With the way she felt standing there she expected land barren and broken but before her was soft turf and manicured scape. The pristine nature of it all almost made her want to turn away... She had sacrificed so much to get here though so despite her reservations it was time to begin.
The medical staff were just as perplexed as he was. They were used to voidlings but apparently not of the Novari persuasion. They would do what they could to keep her hydrated and comfortable but it wouldn’t be long before someone would be contacting the Union for help if that didn’t work. He just hoped his father would get there first. They didn’t need the council or worse the GHA questioning them as to why two Union officers would even be so far from their legal jurisdiction. He could only imagine how poorly that would go.
“Olfathers, Almothers, songs sung of old. Let your music ring, let your story be told.”
Hayden puzzled at what he meant by that for a moment... was he going to cooperate? Would he submit to a scan and verification? Seemed unlikely and in following moments those suspicions were quickly confirmed.
Lost in thought he hadn’t noticed until just then the whole room had stopped. While still conscious of everything he couldn’t move on his own will but the awkward fool of a man was clearly behind him. He could sense that much at least.
“You mean well kid but there’s nothing anyone here can do to help with this.” The redhead said as he crossed back through the entry, “And I am not letting your people get their paws on her in this condition. You understand I think what they’d do to her.”
Then without another word, he walked from the alcove and disappeared leaving the nurses to mumble uncomfortably to each other about what they just witnessed. So much for keeping the local authorities out of this, there was no way that wasn’t the start of a rumor.