Mellenkahlee
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Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Zort from URL @ 3:57 PM Black City's walls will surly fall... Barletta awoke with a terrible headache. He wondered if he was always going to wake in such a strange manner. The room he was in looked like an infirmary, but he wasn't sure. He then tried to lift his arms from the table he was laying on, but they were both limp, and tied down. The table was cold and hard, and he figured he must not have been unconsious for more than a day. A voice came over an announcement speaker from his left. It was in a woman's tenor, and even though what she said wasn't very kind, it gave him a relaxed feeling. "Don't try anything stupid now. We wouldn't want to hurt ourselves now would we?" The sound of her voice was so tranquill that the very air in the room seemed easier to breathe. "Would you mind letting me sit up for a cycle or two?" He asked. He then felt a searing pain in his arm as he realized that an IV system was hooked into his arms and now pumping some horrible, thick, red liquid into him. His arms felt lighter, as did his entire body. The Steel prongs in his bisceps released. "Wow. Thanks lady." He murmured under his breath. He could now examine his surroundings, being more aware and mobile than before. He sat up and looked around the room. It was about twenty meters by fifteen meters and was plated with a shiny metal covering. He spotted a nozzel attached to a hose coming out of an apature in the wall, with what seemed to be oxygen pouring out of it. No wonder the air seemed easier to breathe than before. The prongs in his legs retracted into the table, and a door opened in the wall. A man dressed in the farmiliar grey uniform stepped into the room and shook his head. "Barletta, We took a huge risk getting you out of that mess, And you know very well that we can in no way interfere in Dorion affairs!" he shouted. "Excuse me, but who are you?" Barletta inquired. "I mean I don't exactly know how the hell I got in this mess but the least you can do is tell me where I am!" His voice echoed in the infirmary. "Major Barletta, You need to calm down. If you havn't realized yet, you still have toxin lines in your arms, and the observing officers have had just about enough of you. Don't do anything stupid. And for your other question, I realize you might be a little confused what with battle fatuige and all. But we cannot release that information to you yet if you don't remember." Although the officer was obviously irate at the moment, he kept his voice quiet. "I can however inform you of who I am. I am General Tchar Remmith of the Tredith Special Operations Division." There was suddenly a loud voice over the speaker. "GENERAL YOU MUST NOT REVEAL CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION TO THIS MAN!" The room was then filled with what looked like giant ogres wearing the Tredith uniforms. Each one drew from a rudamentary bag worn on their back, a large electron shotgun. One of the giants pointed their gun at the general, and another motioned for him to leave the room. As the general was beign escorted from the room, one of the giants dropped a balled up peice of grey paper, and glanced at Barletta with a grimace, and mouthed "Pick it up." to him. He then left the room and helped escort the general out of the room and down a similar looking hallway. The doors slammed shut, and the room was silent. Barletta picked up the paper and tried his best to unroll it from its crumpled state. On it was a hastily scrawled message. " Traph, the crew and I are going to try to get together and get you out of here. Hold on untill 50:20 tomorrow. - Juldege"
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