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Cptn Corizon

Visit in the Dark

The lights were low in his temporary quarters on the Antares Prime Station. Something was...different. A scent he vaguely recognized hung low in the air. His eyes, which unlike humans, were exceptional in low light, and they searched the room quickly.

 

A slight movement on the edge of his peripheral vision. Bam. He extended his claws put himself into a ready position.

 

“Damn, Checkers,” said a voice directly beside him and to his right, just within his reach. “You really are as paranoid as they told me you'd be.”

 

Relaxing, Corizon turned to face the voice. “Old habits...”

 

Corizon found himself staring at a 20-something human male dressed in all back, holding a phaser riffle in his hands, it was pointed at Corizon. “Something tells me you didn't bring that to shoot me.”

 

“Back up,” the 'kid' said, “Never can be to careful with you old folks.”

 

“I am not that old,” Corizon said in a huff.

 

“To you.”

 

“Point taken,” Corizon said sitting down on the modest couch. “Now why are you here?”

 

“Munich sent me,” the younger man said approaching Corizon, and lowering his weapon. “They figured it'd been long enough to bring you back in.”

 

“I was wondering how long it would be before they sent someone.”

 

“They told me to apologize to you for...using you, they said...”

 

“I'd understand?”

 

“...That was exactly it.”

 

Corizon rolled his eyes. “So why else did they send you?”

 

“To give you this,” the other man said, handing Corizon an isochip. “You still remember what to do?”

 

Closing his eyes, “Yep.”

 

“Cool!”

 

“Get it over with.”

 

The next thing Corizon felt was the twitching of his muscles as the phaser riffle the young ATAG operative held went up quickly and shot him in the chest, stunning him. It seemed like the longest sleep ever, but it was only half-an-hour later when he woke up with the hang-over from hell, and isochip laying a few feet from him.

 

Why they had to continue to maintain the silly rule about shooting each other...he shook his head as he got rid of the cobwebs and threw the isochip in the bag he'd already started packing for the move to Excalibur.

 

T-minus two days till launch, and he was finally ready to move onto the ship.

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