"I will answer any concerns you might have." Maltan answers as he walks into the bar, removing his helmet. "I can also reassure you that we wait for approval from the local authorities as well before we respond to any daemonic incursion."
"this is a bar in a plane seperate but connected to our realities there are no local authorities"
"My apologies, sir. I was not referring to the bar, but more to the region around it. What we call Arpar."
"this spot is in UNSC designated space location bearing 2 degrees north 14 degrees west 18 degrees south of the nearest heavinly body being the planet...reach" he seemed to pause in his speech unusual for the uncaring SPARTAN III who could just as easily take a room full of lives as one could pick up a pencil
"That would place Reach within the Arpar Sector. While we hopefully will not have to act, I look forward to a chance to be alongside you in combat, sir."
he was dead silent staring at his hands they shook but only one with a keen eye could see them the trauma of reach...it never left this SPARTAN III noble team still haunted him to this day
"I understand." While Maltan could have psychically probed the SPARTAN's mind to answer his questions, he could tell just from the man's posture that there were some bad memories about Reach that he couldn't get rid of. The Space Marine decided to leave Noble Six be.
eventually he stumbled out of the bar and back to his universe landing on the said planet of his trauma he threw off his helmet revealing his young face a boy not even fresh out of adolecences fighting a war that could cost everything it was a wonder he wasn't completely broken
Rai sat down and stared into space until people talk to her
The Mechanic returns to the bar, carrying a box of some sort.
and he appeared in a cloud of shadows from teleporting his blade once more dripping blood of slain monster he had battled
"I guess you really are all talk, Waker."
"this isn't my blood fool"
"I'm referring to the fact that you didn't try show up to stop me when I took this." He gestures to the containers sitting on his transport ship. "8 tonnes of Iridium, which I intend to put to good use."
"not my world not my job"
"im not batman nor superman i put dracula in his grave every time a nut job brings him back to life what you do in your world is your worlds hero's job not mine i'm not shade waker guardian of other worlds i'm shade waker the disgraced british solider"
Rai stood silently, just staring into space, a slight smile was on her face
The Mechanic growls angrily. "You are like all of them. You fail to see what I can do. I'll show you what I can do, and then the world will accept me! But why should I stop there? If there are other worlds, maybe I should make myself known in them as well."
"i'm not the police i'm not the government what does it matter" his voice was cold he didn't care anymore humans didn't care about him he only kept slaughtering monsters out of hatred for dracula
"I'll take care of him, Shade. Listen to me, Mechanic. You're a misunderstood person, lashing out at a world that hurt you, because you're afraid. I understand how that feels."
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