. | . | The Past ReturnsRazorback
Del watched as the Apoc in front of her cut a sharp left toward the blips on the radar. "What was that?" Maria's calm voice cut through the air. "What was what?" Razorback sat at the table staring at a pad with some kind of arcane-looking symbols, which Del recognized as equations used to compute electrical resistance, scrawled across it. "After you disobeyed an order and attacked the goads, you wound up facing the exec. During that fight you froze. Why?" "I was considering my options." "You lost it for a minute," Del inserted, "I saw you over the monitor. You looked as crazy as anyone I've seen." "How many crazy people have you known?" Even focusing most of his concentration on his scribbling, he still had enough free brainpower to hold a conversation. "Since the Cybrids came? Plenty." "We are not debating Del's expertise here," Maria cut back in, "I want to know what happened." "Look lady," he dropped his pencil and focused on Maria, "I've seen things that would make you, even 280-some year old you, a little crazy. Let's just drop it and move on." "No," Maria stood. Del could see her anger seething below the surface, she was about to tear into Razorback if he didn't start cooperating. "I need to know what goes on in the heads of my pilots." Razorback stood and as Del glanced back she saw something that threw her for a loop. Razorback, who was normally even more emotionless than Maria, was getting mad. Not just mad, but furious. His eyes held a venom so cold that the room seemed to chill, and she was surprised that her breath was not visible when she exhaled. "You wouldn't last five minutes in my head," the cold steel beneath his words so perfectly matched his eyes that Del was not even sure whether he had spoken or whether she had seen it in them. As she glanced back she saw something that she had never expected to see. Maria was speechless. In fact even as she watched Maria backed down. Razorback stood for a moment longer to see if she would gather her courage again and when she didn't, he turned and stormed out. "Well," said Xeno, "that was interesting." Del was the first to see Razorback again. She happened upon him in his favorite spot in the Fantasma gardens, underneath the only tree. Usually he knew she was coming before she did, but as she approached, he appeared not to notice her. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head resting on his arms. When she walked up he didn't move and she wondered if he was asleep. "Well, sit down," he said without moving. Del quietly sat down nearby and waited. "You're curious about the meeting." It wasn't a question. "Yes." There was no point in denying it and she could see he needed to tell this to someone. "I had a flashback." "Of what?" He lifted his head slowly and stared at his hands. "Have you ever killed and innocent person, accidentally or otherwise?" "No.." at this he glanced at her and she looked down, "Yes," she admitted. "How many? two? three? five?" "I don't know, probably two or three." He had long since gone back to looking at his hands, "What have you heard about Navarre?" he changed subjects in mid-thought. "Not much, mostly rumors. None of it's probably true." He looked at her again, "All of it's true," he said after a pause. "Why?" she was starting to get lost. "I worked for him....I made some of those rumors real." Surprised, Del could think of nothing to say. "The rumors, the rebel stories, those were light stuff. The interrogations, especially when he supervised, were worse." "What does this have to do with you?" she finally manage. "The machines he used for interrogations, I created them." He stared off into the distance, seeing memories. "I tried to tell myself that it wasn't my fault. That designing the machines was purely academic and it wasn't my fault if someone actually used them." He sat quietly for a bit. "Then he started bringing me to the actual interrogations." Del sat confused. She couldn't decide whether she should pity him or hate him. In the end she decided to listen to him. "I'm not going to tell you what I saw. No reason for two of us to have nightmares. After observing a few interrogations, I quit. I left the base and hopped the first outbound ship. It landed me here on Mercury and I got a job at on one of the colonies on the far side of the planet. I settled in, got a job and tried to forget. Then the Cybrids came." He turned to her again. "They hit fast and hard, but you knew that. They turned our colony into a production facility for Trojans. Six of us managed to get to some safe areas dug into the ground that the Cybrids either couldn't get to or didn't care about. We had to scrounge for food, and every now and then one of us would go looking and not come back. During the first month I managed to get set up in the base security cam system to see if the Cybrids were coming after us. What I saw over the cams....it was like Navarre all over again. Navarre enjoyed hurting people, he was a sadist in the truest form. The Cybrids just didn't care. They'd get someone different, short, tall, fat, whatever and cut them up to see why they were different." "Pretty soon there were only two of us left. One day Jack left and didn't come back. I saw him on the monitor when they did their operation. When that happened, I left. I put on my suit and went out into the sun." Del finally found her voice, "How did you..." she lost it again. He looked up, guessed her question, it wasn't a hard one to guess, "I found an Apoc, it was pretty rough, but I fixed it up, and started a war. There's not much one man can do, but I did all I could. One day I ran into you and Xeno. You know the rest." Maria had come to the gardens and was advancing across the fields. Neither spoke until Maria arrived. "I'm glad you're here," Razorback rose and picked up his helmet, "I'm going out on a haunt." "We can't send anyone with you now." "I didn't say I was taking someone with me." "Standard procedure requires two ghosts on a haunt." He stared off into the distance again, "I've been fighting alone for so long I don't want to count it. A little longer won't matter." He walked off without giving Maria time to argue. "I assume you two had a talk." "Yes," Del replied. "Did he tell you anything?" She looked after him, "He has his own ghosts." "Don't we all?" Maria raised an eyebrow. She turned back to Maria, "Not like his." "Well, that's not the reason I came down," Maria got back to business.... / < / << / |
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