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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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<i>Odysseus steps into his room, and thinks about the sphere.</i>
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“SAL, analyze the quantum anomaly data that I got. I’ll be combing it for patterns, but it’s frequencies are extremely complicated. Send me the full report once you are done.” ‘Affirmative, sir. The dating site wasnt working anyways. Would that be all, sir?’ “Yes, SAL. Thank you.”
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Rose stared at where Ody left a bit skeptically but kept it well hid as she smiled at Geralt. “I thought you needed the sleep, sorry about that.” Rose smiled apologetically.
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Kika smiles as she gathers up as many tools as she can find in Betty/Annabelle’s hangar, creating a makeshift toolbox. She then wanders the ship and checks on all of the systems that she can, “Oh Apollo…you must not upgrade things so quickly…” She says to herself as she patches a part of the engine, “A ship is delicate, and must be treated with a delicate hand…” She removes her hands and kisses the side of the ship, “Maybe he’ll understand someday, Annabelle…”
Kika looks up as she hears the alarms, instinctively hugging the ship as she looks around quickly, trying to find the threat. Then the rumbling begins, Kika drawing her pistol and aiming around the room, “Stay back, Annie!” Then, as quickly as it began, it stopped. She wanders back over to her spot, checking on the diagnostic test, “I’ll be wary, Annabelle…I am not letting another one like you go so easily…”
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Odysseus pulls the sphere out of his coat and puts it on the table next to his bed. “Ok, let’s figure you out.” Odysseus attempts to scan it, but gets a negative signal, except for a frequency modulated at an oscillation of pi. “Whoever built this knows how to counteract my tech. Fine.” Odysseus picks it up with his gloved hands and lightly shakes it, but hears nothing of its contents. He tries to type in a random six-digit code, but it beeps angrily at him, displaying a frustrating message: ‘Patience: Time is in your hands.’ “Fine, I’ll be patient, whatever that means…” Odysseus stares at it for 30 seconds, and it seems to stare back at him. “I need a drink.” Odysseus bursts into the hall, goes to a cabinet, and grabs some smelling salts and adrenaline patches, goes to the kitchen and brews a cup of black coffee, mixes in the smelling salts, and drinks four cups before putting on four patches. “Jack, do you have any LSD?”
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Apollo lands next to Ody. “TIME WARPER?!!”
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Odysseus gives Apollo a strange look. “How do you… No. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just need my mind to be as active as possible. It won’t cause any lasting damage; you know that. The exo-suit removes the toxins. I just need to reforge and rebreak my synaptic pathways.” Odysseus storms into the lab. “Jack, I hate this place! It doesn’t even have an insulated magnetic simulation loop!”
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Jack woke up in the morning, staring at them.
“I got drunk. Did…anything happen?” He said, hoping he didn’t do something stupid in his stupor.
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“And yeah, I do. Why, do you want some? I don’t really take you as the drug-user Ody, but follow me.” Jack hopped in Betty, digging through the car.
“I’ve got uppers, downers, coke, LSD, some marijuana, and a few pills. Purely for recreational use.” Jack said, blinking.
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“Give me the LSD. And I use drugs in the proper sense of the word ‘use’. I don’t abuse them, and it’s never recreational. That’s for less developed minds. Besides, I just need it to reconnect my synapses. Now give it.”
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Kika smiles as Jack and Odysseus walk in and get into Annabelle/Betty, not saying a word as she continued her maintenance. She sighs as she hears them, rubbing a spot on the ship, “It’s okay…I understand you were forced into it…” Kika softly kisses the spot she was petting, smiling as she continued her repairs a moment later.
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“Don’t touch my fucking ship.” <i>Jack said, throwing a plastic bottle at Kika.</i>
“You need LSD to collect your synapses? I’d suggest the sniffing salts but this shit’s intense. And it’s around two-hundred years old, so who knows if it’s gotten more potent.” Jack said, holding onto it.
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Odysseus tears open the package and takes some. “Well, I’ll be in my room if you need me. Don’t come in.” Odysseus wanders away, his pupils dilated.
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“Okay, you just ate motherfucking pot seeds, you idiot.” Jack said, grabbing the bag.
“You don’t swallow LSD even. You put it on your tongue. Jesus, dude, you’re gonna kill yourself.”
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“No I’m not!”
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