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Mother Confessor:

As I wait in my thoughts, I am joined by the overly friendly tech from my experience being probed and prodded.

She smiles warmly at me, “ Well good evening” , she greets me. Before I can open my mouth, we are intruded on by the Ober-Commander and the young Centurian soldier that was with him when he first arrived.

Marckus:

Once back in the corridor, I dismiss the PFC. Sending him off with a salute, I return to my scheduled events for the night. Seeing the young surgical tech trying to chat up the Mother Confessor, as they waited for me.

“Ladies, shall we”, I ask the two gesturing them into the abattoir. “I should like to go into the transport ship, for a bit of privacy. We have somethings to discuss about this business before proceeding” , I follow up, allowing the females to enter before me.

The young tech lets out a small gasp as she spots the restrained man in the room.

“Ignore him my dear, we have more important affairs to tend to” , I gently try to distract her from the gravity of the environment. Limping behind them as we cross the far end of the bay to the ship resting half in darkness.

Accessing the main hatch, I gesture them to follow me inside. Leading them to the rear of the vessel where the trauma station is, ready to have my leg patched up. Sitting on the ceramic table as the surgical tech sets up the facility for making my repair.