Emptiness

[sixteenthgun]

1. [The recent mission was quite the ride for one - now identified - Cobray Gordon. His medical examination proves that he is, in fact, the informant that the UG was supposed to meet up with.

What isn't very helpful is that he has completely lost his memories of anything prior to being in the equally mysterious machine, which he calls the Werkbau. The amnesia was also confirmed, which is probably the only reason he's not being kept in a cell.

The only thing he can hope for now is a lead on his past, because there isn't much except piloting that he can help with.]

......

[And that also applies to communicating, apparently. He sits idly outside the infirmary, looking thoughtful.]

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2. [Now, you'd expect someone who is looking for his memories to be more curious about the machine he was found in. But, it's the exact opposite of that...

Cobray has refused to get back into the Werkbau for some reason, while it is inspected. What is known is that the unit itself is an enigma - incorporating Earth technologies, but also those that are reverse engineered from aliens. It is so strange that it can't actually be categorized as either, even if it leans more towards the former.

You find him staring at the machine quietly from a distance. He actually looks bothered by it.]

Comments

[sixteenthgun]

[Cobray just looks up at you from where he's sitting, Selena.]

Man of mystery?

[He doesn't even know what that's supposed to mean.]

[prismphantom]

Well, it's not much help but word was you were another member of the intelligence division, like Albhard and myself. And since we knew nothing else about you the title seemed appropriate.

[sixteenthgun]

Nothing at all...?

Not even a clue on the information that was about to be handed over?

[prismphantom]

Well if we knew what the information was, there wouldn't be a need for it to be handed over, would it?

[sixteenthgun]

.....

[Back to square one.]

At this point, there are only assumptions to be made about everything that transpired.

I'm at a loss on what should be done.

[prismphantom]

Well, worst case you're free to stay with us. I could even pass word along, try to see if anyone who knows anyone I know in the intelligence division would be kind enough to come forward and clear everything up.

[sixteenthgun]

[That does make sense...considering how important this information must have been, his superiors would approach eventually. But...]

My situation is suspicious.

Are you sure a group like this would approve of that?

[prismphantom]

If our situations were reversed, you'd probably be saying the same thing to me. These are good people here. People... you can count on and trust.

[And can help fill a hole that otherwise can otherwise destroy you from the inside out.]

[sixteenthgun]

Understood.

[What that entails, he doesn't quite understand just yet. However, right now there isn't much of a choice.]

I will cooperate any way I can.

[prismphantom]

Well, for starters that machine of yours is certainly a cut above what the intelligence division usually assigns people, so you'd definitely help a lot in a fight.

[sixteenthgun]

Piloting isn't a problem.

[Suddenly, he looks even more uneasy.]

But, I can't pilot that machine.

[prismphantom]

"Can't"? You did well enough out there in it...

[sixteenthgun]

...

I have a feeling that I should stay away from it.