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The Chronicles of Alec Blackwater Chapter X Old and New friends

Wess’ Bar was quiet; a twentieth century song played softly behind the bar, and only four patrons could be seen. Whisk sat at the bar, downing shots of whiskey and tequila. All he could think about was the current events that had befallen him and the events that had gotten him to where he is now. He soon saw Alec walking through the door of the bar, carrying something in his left hand. Alec approached from Whisks’ right side, towering over the solemn man. “Hey,” Yelled the bar tender, pointing at Alec. “We don’t serve your kind here!” Alec looked at the man, his cold stare caused the man to ignore his presence and walk down to the opposite side of the bar. Alec then turned his attention back to Whisk. “When I returned to the hanger to find you,” Alec began to say. “Pheln and Lyle said you came here for a drink. What’s the occasion?” Whisk ignored the question and asked his own. “So,” Whisk started to ask, downing a shot of scotch. “What’d the old’ council have to say?” “The usual.” Alec responded. “Also, they are assigning a liaison to watch over us, to make sure we don’t make a mess.” “Great,” Whisk said sarcastically. “Another inexperienced kid to tell the adults how to tie our shoes, button our shirts, and how to get ourselves killed. What’s our next step?” “I’m reinstating you as a Warlock,” Alec said. “On my own authority, I’m going to be putting a team together, going to need a good Warlock.” “What makes you think-“Whisk had started to ask, only to be interrupted by Alec dropping what he had been holding in his left hand, right in front of Whisk. There it lay on the counter, Whisks’ personal helmet. The face mask of the helmet was made from an alloy-metal that had been forged during the Golden Age; it was called Gommerel, it was tinted pitch black. The mask face was like that of a shadow, with emeralds in the shape of serpents eyes, white flashing fangs could be seen where the mouth would be, and golden runes etched into the mask were green and golden. “Daniel.” Alec said in a low tone. Whisk got up suddenly, knocking over his bar stool, angered and confused by what Alec was saying. “Don’t,” Exclaimed Whisk. “You ever call me that! Daniel is dead!” Whisk took a random bottle from the bar counter and consumed it. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” Alec yelled at Whisk. “I,” Whisk began. “I am not Daniel anymore….Daniel died the day the Traveler made me into an Awoken.” “Tell me what happened.” Alec demanded in a loud tone. “After the ship had separated from yours and Eleanor’s half,” Whisk began to explain. “My part of the ship still hurled towards the sun. I looked in the ships pod records for something to help me escape my pending doom. I found a blueprint for the captains escape pod, so I located the pod and jumped ship. However, the pod had some kind of radiation leak from its small reactor that was in it for an engine…..I floated for three days I space….just…burning. On the beginning of the fourth day, just as I had given up hope, a passing merchant vessel picked me up. Most of my body was burned beyond recognition, Alec. They took me back to the City, to the Traveler. It…healed me…in a way. My face was one of the parts of my body that hadn’t healed back properly, and my skin had turned pale blue….and my eyes turned neon green. Long story short, I was contacted to help you from someone inside the FOTC. How’d you figure out it was me?” “When I returned to the garage,” Alec started to say. “I had asked where your room was at. Pheln said it was down the hall, across from the hanger. When I entered your room, I went over to the lockers on the other side; had to break your locks on it, but I opened them. Inside, I found your mask….among assorted picture of us: Eleanor, you, and me. They were pictures of us on various missions together, at the Christmas party, firing ranges, just hanging out, etc. Why, Daniel.” “I don’t know,” Whisk started to say. “I wanted to start over, try a new life, I guess. I only wish I could find your sister.” “She’s missing?” Alec asked with concern. “Yeah,” Whisk replied. “I’ve been coming here, to the bar, hiding my shame, since I couldn’t find her….yet.” Alec looked around the bar and then back at Whisk. “For now,” Alec said. “Let’s get you sobered up, back at the hanger.” Alec picked up Whisk mask from the bar then grabbed Whisks’ arm and began the long, stumbling walk to Whisks’ garage. The next morning, as Alec came into the hanger, a small child, wearing a dress with flowers (about five years old), was sitting at the table in Phelns workshop. Sitting across from her was Jk-Bx; he was playing some kind of game with her. Alec also noticed a man sitting at the table, it was Spencer. “Morning, Alec.” Spencer greeted Alec with a cheerful smile. “Thought we may stop by.” “Good morning, sir,” Alec greeted back. “Did you know about Daniel?” “He wanted to keep it a secret, Alec.” Spencer replied, looking at the floor ashamed. “In other news, I brought someone for a visit: your niece, Salinya.” Alec looked over at the table where Salina and Jk-Bx were playing. “Where is her mother, Joan?” Alec asked. “She went on a mission trip into the wastelands.” Spencer replied. “She has been missing since your incident apparently. For now, (Spencer grunted as he got up from his chair, leaning on his wooden walking stick with a silver handle) go see your niece.” Alec removed his helmet, revealing his artificial face; Spencer remarked it was a fitting likeness to his old face. Alec and Spencer approached Salinya, Alec was nervous that he may scare the child, so he attempted to keep his distance. Spencer got Salinya’s attention and asked her to say something to her uncle. She looked at Alec with her big blue eyes and just stared at him for a moment, then she raised her hand and waived. Spencer whispered to Alec that she hadn’t spoken since her mother disappeared. Whisk had just walked into the hanger was Alec and Spencer had walked over to Salinya. Salinya looked and saw Whisk; Whisk had noticed Salinya the same time she noticed them. Whisk felt some connection to this small child, her blonde hair and blue eyes reminded him of someone. Salinya and Whisk waved to one another. [b]Continued below[/b]
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  • Edited by Hobbes92: 11/6/2013 3:47:41 AM
    [b]Continued from above[/b] “We better get going,” Spencer said quickly, wanting to avoid Whisk. "Lots to do, little time to do it in. Stop by sometime Alec, we always enjoy your company.” Spencer took Salinyas hand and walked towards the hanger door, outside waited a ship to take them to the orphanage. “What did he want?” Asked Whisk, a little annoyed. “Not sure,” Alec responded. “He got in a rush when you walked in.” Whisk had gone into the kitchen to grab something to eat; Lyle was in there poking around with something on the stove. Pheln was still in bed, he was up late trying to get Jk-Bx to give him his favorite wrench back. Alec sat down at the table with Jk-Bx. “Starring contest,” Exclaimed Jk-Bx as Alec sat down. “GO!” Jk-Bx glared at Alec with his beady little mechanical eyes; suddenly, an outside door slammed down the hallway from the bed rooms, setting off an alarm that there was an intruder. However, the alarm soon subsided. A Female Hunter wearing a standard issue helmet and grey and white armor, with the Hunter emblem on her breast plate, entered the room carrying a tong gun case. “This place Whisks’?” The Hunter yelled across the hanger. “Who wants to know?” Whisk yelled back at the Hunter. The Hunter removed her helmet, revealing her pail blue awoken skin. Whisk immediately noticed her jet black hair, silver lips, and her velvet eyes. Whisk liked what he was seeing. Suddenly, Pheln appeared out of the hall way, wearing nothing but a white tank top, socks, and his underwear; baring a double barreled shotgun. “Who done it,” Pheln yelled, looking around the room. “Who’s the fool that chose to-“ The Hunter and slowly turned and faced Pheln; Pheln got embarrassed and ran back to his room, to get properly. The Hunter continued her walk over towards the rest of the crew, setting her things down on the table. “My name is Arial,” Arial said with a serious expression on her face. “I’m your new liaison.” Alec sat at the table unmoved; he looked up at Arial’s face, placing his helmet back on his face. “Alec,” Arial began. “I will be serving as your temporary sniper until you find one of your own. Also, we received your request to reenlist Whisk, it is granted. However, he must be kept on a short leash.” “Yes, ma’am.” Alec responded. “Thank you, as well.” “I need a room,” Arial said, looking at Whisk. “Go pick one yourself, lady.” Whisk said in response. “I will.” Arial said, picking her things up and walking away towards the hallway. Whisk watched closely as she walked away, not wanting to miss a thing. Arial turned suddenly and shot an angry look at Whisk. Whisk raised his hands to his head, like he was surrendering, with a little grin on his blue face. Pheln had stepped back out into the hanger, fully dressed, stepping out of Arial’s way. “Oh,” Whisk started to say. “I like her.” “Careful there Casanova,” Alec said, knowing that deep down in Whisks soul, Daniels hormones had to of remained. “Relax,” Whisk said. “I won’t be any trouble.” After about fifteen minutes, Arial re-emerged from her room. She now was wearing twentieth-century tennis shoes and was wearing fatigue pants and an FOTC t-shirt. She went into the kitchen and picked out a choice apple and went back out into the hanger to address Alec and his crew. “Ok,” Arial began to say, pulling out a small device that used holograms to show data and images. “The FOTC Council has a mission for us to undertake. Recently, one of our scout drones was shot down on the moon; we have been selected to investigate it.” Arial went on for another half hour, explaining rules and regulations, enemy movement, etc. “How much experience do you have, ma’am?” Alec asked at the end of her lecture. Arial hesitated to speak, a look of worry appeared on her face. “I have over seventy-two hours in the VR simulator and training in how to survive in the wastelands.” Arial responded. “How much experience do you have, Arial?” Alec repeated the question in a stricter tone, like a parent questioning a child. “I have no field training.” Arial admitted in defeat. “Great,” Whisk said in a loud voice, getting up from his chair. “We get stuck with the greenhorn.” “I have over-“Arial began to say, only to be interrupted by Alec. “I mean field experience,” Alec barked at her. “Have you ever struggled with a Hive? Wrestled with a Fallen captain? Have you ever had to shoot a living thing? Have you even been out of the city?” “No,” Arial said, looking down at the ground. “I didn’t go to the Spartan Academy like you did, sir.” The Spartan Academy, Alec was taken back for a moment. The Spartan Academy, a place where some of the best and most ruthless Warrior Guardians were ever built. Alec had received most of the training for becoming a Titan from this academy, aside from what he had learned from Spencer. They were a hardcore academy, they start training as early as age six (Like traditional, Ancient Greek Spartans), taking only males into their ranks. They take them out into the wastelands, training them specifically to be warriors. The young cadets are pushed to the extremes, forcing them not only to survive individually, but work as a team as well. In order to be indoctrinated into their ranks, one must survive a full month alone in the wasteland and in addition to this, whoever returns with the greatest “war trophy” wins an award. Elders (Parents or relatives) present the graduates with a token of their pride for the graduates’ success. Alec received Spencer’s own Spartan helmet, a family heirloom, a treasure to Alec he couldn’t begin to describe. “You will learn,” Alec said in a low tone, nodding his head. “You shall learn.” “Are you nuts,” Whisk said, upset by Alec’s response. “She’ll get us killed!” “Were already dead,” Alec said in a solemn tone. “In a way. Besides, she has to start somewhere.” “Alright.” Whisk sighed, trusting Alec’s judgment. They had all stood up from the table and started to disperse. Arial found her voice again and started to speak again. “We’ll leave in five hours,” Arial said in an informal manner. “Be ready.” “Yes, ma’am.” All said at once, including Pheln, Lyle, and Jk-Bx. As Arial walked away, Whisk took the opportunity to watch he walk again. This time though, she turned around and walked over to Whisk and smacked him across the face. When that didn’t seem to faze him, she punched him, and then said: “If you ever look at me like that again….” Arial didn’t finish her sentence; she just walked away and yelled for them to be sure that they are ready when she is. “Oh,” Whisk said with a grin, grabbing his jaw. “I really like her.” End chapter ten Chapter Eleven http://www.bungie.net/7_The-Chronicles-of-Alec-Blackwater-Chapter-XI-Missi/en/Groups/Post?id=62509778&groupId=39972#referred- Thanks for reading. Comments and feedback are appreciated.

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