I returned to the bar, hoping to be able to see results from my tracker very soon. I opened my tablet and checked the tracker's progress. The gunship had joined up with a cruiser which I had seen floating above the planet the previous day and was currently traveling across different systems through Lightspeed. As it skipped around the borders of The regime, before turning towards the furthest edges of the outer rim and starting to head in that direction. Finding that I would not see its final location for quite a bit more time, I switched my tablet off, an went to take a nap.
Deoxmatis's POV:
As Tragnor returned, I was still cleaning up the bar from a bad fight the previous night. I tried to greet him, but he simply pushed past me and went back upstairs to the room I was renting him. I sighed and continued sweeping silently. Sometimes I don't even remember why we're still friends. He almost never takes responsibilities for his actions, and when he does, it's usually just to save his own skin. I finished sweeping the bar's floor and heard a loud crash at the back of the bar. I grabbed my shotgun from behind the bar counter and moved in the direction of the noise.
I made my way to the back room of the bar, where I kept most of the alcohol, and very few lights, so it was really hard to see in here. I'm beginning to regret not bringing a flashlight with me. I heard a bit of movement in the back of the room. As I turned towards it and squinted through the dim light, I saw a large figure moving through the darkness. "Hey!" I shouted, moving towards it, gun raised. I arrived at where I had last seen the figure and found that it had disappeared. I turned a corner while looking for it, before hearing footsteps behind me. As I turned around, I was knocked to the ground by a punch, and stabbed in the neck with a needle. I soon collapsed to the ground, slowly losing consciousness. Before I blacked out, I had a glance at my attacker. It was wearing a completely black suit, with a strange logo on it.
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Deoxmatis Collapsed to the ground. The figure bent over him, removed the needle from his neck, and threw it To the ground a few meters away. He reached down and picked up Deoxmati, before walking out of the bar towards his transport. He strapped DeoxmaHe's to a chair in the back of the transport, and flew off, going to high-speed as he left the planets at atmosphere.
Eventually, Deoxmatis begins to stir. The figure, watching this for the cockpit, walks in with a needle and sticks him again. DeoxmatisCollapses again, and the figure walks back into the cockpit. Eventually, the ship arrives at its location. Deoxmatis Is brought out on a stretcher, and the figure walks past a sign with the logo of their organization. One long thought dead by the galaxy, now reborn, and active. Deoxmatis is brought to a small cell, where he is left to reawaken.
Tragnor’s POV:
I woke up a a few hours later, and found that the tracker had arrived. As I prepared to leave, I noticed something was wrong. The bar was empty, and Deoxmati. Was nowhere to be seen. As I searched the back room, I nearly tripped over an empty needle lying on the floor. Strange, I thought most places stopped using needles a a long time ago. Then, something got my attention. On the back wall, barely visible through the dim light was a symbol. The same one I had seen on the gunship, and below it was the name of the supposedly dead terrorist organization!
Panicking, I continued searching through the room. Near the needle, was a locket he always carried around with him, in his pocket. Realizing that my inaction in trying to figure out what was going on had come back to bite me, I panicked harder. Then, I heard a beeping sound from my tablet. There was a new message! Upon reaching it, I found that it was from the unknown number. It simply read, ”Sorry I haven't contacted you in a while, but we need to talk. NOW!” Below this statement, was a series of coordinates, and underneath, a message telling me to go there. Having no other options, I went out in search of a transport.
ns 15.158.61.20da2
