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The House of Mist [Ch.7]

spacing is a bit wonky this chapter, but its too much for me to go in and fix :C

Ruins of Joint Base Steilacoom, Pacific Northwest. House Mist Territory

+25 days

The next morning came slowly. For once, she seemed to rest comfortably, even feeling the way she did. Though as she opened her eyes, she became aware of something around her. Nicole slowly opened her eyes to the sight of dozens of glowing blue eyes.

Nicole blinked the sleep out of her eyes and silently glanced around. There were probably almost twenty Fallen bunched around her bed, just watching her. “What... are you all doing?” She mumbled. The group exchanged glances and one poked her in the cheek with a finger. They probably did not understand her language at all. She sat up and pushed the prying fingers away from her face. Nicole spoke out in the best Fallen she could muster in her sleepy state. “Stop that... get out of here.”

The sound of their own language coming from her lips caused them to burst into conversation, but it was too rapid and busy to catch it all; it was a lot of surprise. It just seemed to encourage them more and they began to sift through her things. Her protests were ignored and there were too many surrounding her to get up. Was she being robbed?

They did not scatter until a commanding voice barked from the doorway. Nicole turned to see a large Fallen duck through the door and walk in; although she remained hunched over beneath the room’s ceiling. The smaller Fallen fled at her appearance, flowing out through the door around her.

“Ah young ones, they’re so curious. Are they not?” The tall Fallen shook her head and glanced back at the tailing few. Her armor was covered in bags and pockets, with various tools sticking out of them. The helmet was smaller, and rounded off instead of the points and wings that others had; there was what appeared to be a series of magnifying lenses attached to her helmet. Nicole looked up at the new arrival and then to the door. “Those were children?” She was surprised; they did not look that small. She was also thankful that this Fallen was speaking English. “No, not really,” she replied. “They are still young, but mechanics in training, they just arrived a few weeks ago.” “I take it, that you are Baroness Tansis?” Nicole could not find her bodysuit, or armor. It was not where she had left it the night before. That was worrying.

‘Yes, yes, apologies. I forgot to introduce myself,” Tansis nodded. “This is my repair yard.... Jasix mentioned that you needed armoring? I can take you to our workshop.”

Nicole did another look over of the room, but still no sign of her gear except for her rifle leaning against the wall where she left it. “Well hold on, it looks like some of those mechanics stole my armor.” Tansis sighed and looked back at the doorway. “I will have one of my aides check with the group that just left.” She walked over to a cabinet and opened one of the drawers; she took out a folded cloth and handed it to Nicole. “This is one of our tabards; it’s for a tanker, so it should fit you well enough.” Tansis left the room and Nicole slipped the garment over her head and slipped out of her bed. There had been a belt with the shirt, and she strung that around her waist, pulling it tight. Tansis had been right, it did fit well. The House of Mist insignia was stenciled across the front in white, while the fabric was a worn black with more white accents. It was nowhere near as protective as her armor, but maybe she would not need to wear her gear all the time. Nicole wrapped her bare feet in strips of cloth that she had found in another cabinet, much like she had seen some of the other Fallen doing while she was out in Old Bellevue. It would not be as effective as her boots, but it was all she had at the moment.

She joined the Baroness in the hallway and Tansis looked her up and down. “Mist colors look good on you, Guardian.” Nicole nodded, “Well thanks, I agree... You’ll be supplying me with Mist armor?” “Ah, yes. That is what I said. Follow me.” Tansis turned and walked back down the corridor, with her arms behind her back. The ground beyond the bunk room was freezing cold beneath Nicole’s wrapped feet; she wished she had her boots back. Outside in the morning sunlight, Nicole could see the old airfield much better than before. The various aircraft across the apron were just shells of their former selves. Everything except for their hull was stripped and pulled. The hangars around the runway had their doors partially open, and she could see dozens of Fallen aircraft stationed inside. Some were covered in tarps or netting of some kind.

Tansis caught her gaze and waved one hand towards the group of hangars. “Ah, I see you have noticed the Jackwings, close air support fighters, we use them to scare off House Devil incursions. It has been a difficulty keeping them in working order. Parts are so scarce.” “Could I go take a look at them?” Nicole asked. Their forward swept wings and bulbous nose gave them a predatory look.

Tansis shook her head, “Not now, I am somewhat busy today and am helping you right now as a favor for Jasix. Though perhaps in the future, I hear that Guardians are natural pilots. But for now, the arsenal is just over here.” The building the baroness led her into was another, more squat structure. Crates were placed all over the space. Script was painted on the side, she guessed they were for sizes or something of the like; if this was armor that is. However before she let the door shut behind her, she heard a voice calling out in English. “Guardian!? Guardiaaaan!?” Nicole turned and looked out; she spied a small ball flying through the air. It was her Ghost. It was not until now that she realized he had been absent along with her armor for the last half hour. She stuck her arm out the doorway and waved to him. “Over here, Ghost!”

“Oh finally! I've been looking for you everywhere. I came out of your pack while it was being carried off to another bunk room by a group of Fallen,” he said. “I’m so sorry; I completely forgot that you live there while I’m asleep... sorry.” Nicole waved the Ghost into the Arsenal building. “But Tansis is going to set me up with some new armor.”

“Please just remember that I live in your backpack.” The Machine zoomed in and passed her head. “And thank the Traveler, hopefully something that will resist more than a few shots.” “Mm, it should,” Tansis interjected. She was pulling pieces of armor out of the crates, setting them on tables according to size. “Though the one issue I am running into is that I do not believe we have a Vandal set that would fit you well, and the Tanker set is just not armored enough for use in normal situations.”

“Oh I can handle that!” Her Ghost asserted, butting around Tansis and looking over one of the Vandal armor sets. “I have the ability to make some adjustments with enough of the right material, and if something is too big, that's perfect... I’ll just need a bit of Guardian tech to help.” “Are you talking about my armor? Where is it?” Nicole asked. “Tansis can send someone to collect it.”

“No, no need. I can just transmat it over here.” The Ghost chirped, “Just give me a moment...”

“Transmat? What’s that?” Nicole questioned; another term she had never heard until now.

There was a flash of light and the helmet and chest plate from her old armor materialized out of nothing, it clunked down onto the table beside the Vandal set. “Teleporting or storing materials. It also helps with your revive. But that is beside the point... if you’d excuse me...” The Ghost opened up and then both armor sets vanished, seemingly deconstructed to some glowing blue material before dissolving to nothing. Nicole looked over at Tansis who was watching the Ghost with plenty of curiosity. She paced around the table, looking at the armor that had been rejected while her Ghost worked. The Ghost was not really doing much visually, his fins rotated around the round core with a blue energy, but that was it.

“Yes, Transmat. Mm we have a similar technology, but it is exceedingly rare for storage use...” Tansis placed a palm down where the armor had been moments before and eyed the Ghost. “How long will this take?”

His singular eye blinked momentarily. “Just a few moments... For small adjustments... But this is a big alteration... Standby Guardian.”

There were a few moments more that passed, with the bits of the Ghost shell orbiting around. The fins retracted back in to the core. There was a tingling sensation and the bodysuit from the Fallen armor set materialized beneath the tabard she had been wearing.

Nicole untied the tabard and slipped it over her head before the armor plates began to appear across her body. The bodysuit fit well now that the Ghost had the excess materials to make adjustments for her proper proportions. It had additional soft padding across her belly and hips, and seemed to be made up of many different layers of material. Though she did not have much time to inspect the bare bodysuit, all the Fallen armor plates rapidly appeared across her body, except for the helmet which came back into existence on the table. Looking in a dirty mirror that hung on the wall; from her neck down she looked indistinguishable from the Vandals she had met on the train or in the city, except for the missing lower arms and the smaller stature.

Tansis leaned across the table and ran her fingers across the armor, giving some bits a tug. “Very, very good work, Ghost. Would it be possible to borrow you for some material fabrication later?”

“Maybe, if my Guardian would allow it,” he blinked and swung between the two in the room.

She looked back from mirror and grabbed the helmet off the table. “I don't see a problem with coming back to help here.” The helmet looked similar to the one Rykis had, but with a faceplate between the top and the facemask that all Fallen wore. “This looks very nice.”

Nicole placed the helmet on her head and it sealed with a hiss. Its heads-up-display flashed on, appearing more of a hybrid of her old one and whatever computer system that the Fallen armor had possessed; the HUD was now orange tinted with some Fallen symbols scattered across the corners. However she suddenly found it hard to breathe, like there was not enough air in her helmet. Her hands searched across the armor, she had seen a hose dangling off somewhere. “Some help, here?” she gasped. Tansis reached over from behind, and guided a hose to her hand. “It attaches to your right cheek port, Human, just under the jaw.

“There... We go...” With the hose firmly grasped, Nicole pressed its nozzle into the port with a click. Crisp, freezing air hissed into the helmet, but it was not entirely what she thought it was. Breathing caused her to cough and gasp at the gas coming into the helmet, she grabbed the table for support but the issue seemed to clear up in a matter of moments. The air seemed to be fine now, though still a bit cold. Slowly, she stood away from the table and took a few steps around the room. “Okay... I’m alright, everything is good now.”

Her Ghost hovered nearby, looking her up and down. “This armor looks leagues stronger than your old set.” She jumped twice, feeling the weight bounce and shift. Getting a good understanding of how her balance was with the new armor. “Feels better too,” Nicole smiled behind her visor. “Great!” Tansis clapped her upper hands together. “I am glad that you appreciate our armorers. Here is a belt with pouches for you. But I cannot give you a cloak or house mark, which is something that the Kell will grant you once he has decided that you are a member of the House.”

Nicole took the belt and slipped around her hips, clipping it into place. “Well this is more than enough, thank you Tansis.”

There was a loud bang from outside and series of bleeps began to blare from a pocket on Tansis’ waist belt. She retrieved an electronic pad from the pouch and sighed heavily at whatever was on screen. Tansis muttered something in her native language and looked up at Nicole. “I have some pressing matters to attend to. The train should be arriving soon to take you back north. They blow the whistle during the day when getting close, but feel free to wait around the base until it arrives. Just say away from the hangars for the time being.”

“Oh wait, before you go... is there a place where I can get materials to fix the building I live in?” Nicole asked. “There are a lot of holes in the wall.”

Tansis quickly packed away the extra armor sets, just shoving them inside without folding them, and closed the crates. “Well, the train should take you north to the Seattle ruins. It will stop outside the resource market where they sell building materials. Check there.” She ushered Nicole and her Ghost out of the door and locked the arsenal building up. “But I must hurry; I will see you again soon, hopefully. And you as well.” She waved a hand towards the Ghost and then quickly walked off to one of the large aircraft hangars.

A fresh cloud of smoke faintly rose from the furthest hangar.

Nicole shook her head and turned to go the opposite direction. It had been dark when she had arrived the night before, and she was no longer near the bunk house. Finding the station was her first priority. It did not take long though, there were a set of long overgrown tracks just behind the arsenal building which linked up with a line that looked recently used. Following the tracks, Nicole came across the spot she had gotten off the train.

It was obvious that it had not been a passenger station in the past, the rising old cargo cranes and various shipping crates that were scattered across the space was a clear indication of its true purpose. Nearby, a few Vandals pulled a tarp off of a crane of Fallen design and maneuvered it into position near the tracks. They were preparing to load cargo so the train should be arriving pretty soon.

Across from the cargo platform, there was a field littered with the rusting hulls of various vehicles in the tall wild grass and bushes. Most were of old human make, but the most interesting vehicles were a handful of Fallen Spider tanks. Yellow circles were painted on their hull, where the armor had been punched clean through by something else. It was not some battle scene from the Collapse; they were neatly lined up at different ranges. The closest she could see appeared to have been stripped of anything remotely useful; its gun turret and forward weapons were missing. It's insectoid like head was pushed forward just enough that she could see its engine compartment was completely empty. This was a target range for something, and judging by the damage to the old walkers, Nicole would have to guess this was where they trained on the restored Human tanks.

Sure enough, at the far end of the field Nicole saw and heard one of the tanks rumble up to position behind a crumbling bunker. It was manned by a group of the smaller Fallen, the ones that Tansis had called Tankers. Standing beside the Tank, a Vandal in some kind of heavy armor seemed to lecture the tank crew about the range. “You know, I might just watch this for a bit.” Nicole said to her Ghost. She climbed up onto a sunken shipping crate and let her legs dangle over the side. “Do you think we’re a safe distance away?”

Her Ghost turned to scan over the field visually. “I think so, unless they plan to use you specifically as target practice. We are perpendicular to their range.”

“Hmm, good.” The ground shook and a tremendous bang rocked her helmet. A flash of light leapt from the tank barrel and slammed into the furthest Spider tank. A shower of sparks and bits of shrapnel fell from the hole and smoldered in the grass.

After watching a few practice rounds, her stomach growled. How long had it been since she had eaten anything? Nicole unclasped her helmet and set it onto the crate beside her. There was a slight hiss from the helmet, but that quickly silenced itself. She brought her pack around to her front, but frowned when she remembered that it was not her old pack with her food in it. That was still with the Fallen troublemakers that stole her gear. Her stomach growled again. “When you were looking for me, did you happen to see where they kept the food?” Nicole asked, not really expecting him to.

He blinked and turned to look back at the base. “I think Jasix told you that there was food in the bunkhouse store room.” Nicole clipped her helmet to her belt and hopped off the container, starting off at a quick pace for the barracks. “That's right, thanks for reminding me.” “That is what I am here for.” He replied, coming up alongside her head. Finding the barracks building from this different approach was quite simple, it was one of the only buildings that had its holes and craters patched. She was not sure it was the exact same building she had slept in, but Nicole did not think that they would mind if she looted a little bit of their abundant food to get through the day.

The storeroom was large; it appeared that it occupied one of the old bunk rooms. Most of the crates were refrigerated, and there was a lot of smoked fish so that is what she took. She ate her fill of the chilled meat, and stuffed a few wrapped packages into her bag. There were other ingredients in crates, but nothing seemed to appeal to her for breakfast; though she did snag some of the greens so she could add some variety to her diet later in the day.

She glanced out one of the remaining windows as a whistle blew somewhere in the distance; the same one from the night before. Nicole quickly wrapped up the leftovers from her breakfast and turned to walk out the door. There was a single Fallen there with an apron over their clothes. The Fallen held a pot on one hand and just sort of stared at Nicole ransacking the store room.

Just giving a wave, she brushed by the Fallen and headed out into catch the train out of there. From what she could tell, there was a lot here to explore; hell there was so much out there in Mist territory alone that Nicole doubted that she would ever see all of it. The train rolled into the base with an earth shaking rumble, though it was likely just localized to the concrete platform.

Once the train came to a complete stop, the team of Vandals began to load crates and other equipment onto the flatbed cars behind the passenger compartment. Nicole could not remember what the smaller Fallen in Mist were called; their counterparts that she had fought against in the Devils faction were called Dregs, and had their lower arms cut off. However these still had their arms and were respected among the others, more so than her.

The passenger car's side slid open and a few Vandals exited; one of which Nicole recognized. Rykis perked up when he saw her waiting on the platform “Neh-cole!” he exclaimed, and looked up and down at her new armor. “You look good.” “Thanks to Baroness Tansis, and Jasix. They offered to help upgrade my gear” Nicole nodded. Her Ghost appeared at her side and spun his fins around. “Oh and thanks to him, he did the work on making it fit me.” “They all did excellent job. But what happened before, why did you not leave a note telling me where you’ve gone. I was worried, making sure you are safe was my charge as granted by the Kell.” Rykis questioned. “I wasn’t expecting to be out this long, just another sort exploration... except I spent a few hours dead and then Jasix found me out there.”

“What? How were you down for so long?”

“My Ghost blew me up.”

“He doesn’t like you that much?!” Rykis exclaimed.

“No, no, no,” her Ghost popped in. “There were some very volatile explosives in a ship I was trying to fix for her... it failed and fell.” Rykis shook one of his hands at her Ghost. “Do not try that around other Fallen. We cannot come back like her.” Her Ghost blinked, “Oh I know that, I will not be attempting to restore a warship so quickly in the future.”

“Plus, we were out in the middle of nowhere. I had not seen anyone all day.” Nicole added.

“Still, if Baron Acskis finds out about that, he would have a better excuse for recommending your exile.” “Well...can I be exiled if I am not technically part of the House of Mist yet?” She asked. Rykis crossed both pairs of arms. “Banished from our Territory, how does that explanation fit?” Nicole put her hands up in the air. “Fine, fine... I understood that just as well. Don’t want that to happen.”

“That is right.” He replied and shook his head. “Now if you are finished here, we should board the train and head back to the city.” She brushed passed Rykis and walked into the passenger car. “I was already on my way back when you showed up.” Rykis huffed and followed her back on. The passenger car attached to this train was not the same as the one she had rode on the night before. This one was more... elegant... to say the least. In its past it had been an actual passenger car, but the interior had been stripped at some point and replaced with benches for the Eliksni that rode them; as most were larger than what Nicole assumed was the average human. There were only a few intact windows, the rest were covered in wood and cloth. Nicole picked a spot on a bench against the wall and leaned against it. Rykis took the seat next to her while the teams of Fallen loaded the flatbed cars with cargo. Nicole heard the sound of a Skiff engine above them, so she took a look out one of the intact windows. There was a different craft; it looked more bulbous, sort of like a utility variant of the Fallen dropship that she had seen all over the Mist territory. It was lowering one of the Spider tanks onto an open spot on the flatbed car. The tank appeared to be partially disassembled for easier transport, with its legs and turret tucked under the main body. “Where are we headed?” Nicole asked. She had been told that this train was going to go to the Seattle ruins, where the raw material market for Mist was supposed to be. However that information was only valid as of last night, something might have changed. “Mmm, this train in going to take us to the ruins near one of the markets. We should be able to walk across the bridge you humans called five-hundred-and-twenty to get back to your tower.” The train started off with a rough momentum shift, reversing back up the rails. Nicole gripped the bench until the speed increase settled. “Ah, alright... Well Tansis told me there was a market where I could get building materials.” Rykis looked over at her. “What do you need that for?” “I don’t know if you noticed, Rykis, but the tower has a lot of holes in it and this weather is too cold to be comfortable.” Nicole shook her head.

He tapped his mask with a finger. “You are right... but construction materials are valuable. You need something to trade.” Nicole laughed, “Well that seems like how a market should work....” Rykis gave her response a glare. “How much glimmer do we have Ghost?” “Five hundred units, not much,” he piped up. Rykis nodded slowly, “that is a good item to trade, but that much would be enough for maybe some wood sheets.” “Perfect, that’s all I need to stop the wind and rain in my room.” Her Ghost made an orbit around her head. “Well, have you thought about moving to a different room?” Nicole started to respond, but stopped. She had not actually thought about moving to one of the other rooms in the old hotel tower, there were probably many more intact rooms to choose from. Still, a stop to get wood was not the worst idea. “I’ll look into it, but still want to stop at the market.” “Then we will, delivery of the wood should only take a day or so,” Rykis nodded. The train fell back into silence, at least as quiet as was possible with the rumbling engine. Her new armor was much better at regulating temperature than her old set, especially with the wind blowing in from the cloth covered windows. Traveling across the region during the day, she could see a lot more of what was left; it was mostly trees, and moss covered ruins. There was not much resemblance of what she had seen around Bellevue or Seattle. Everything was much more overgrown this far out. At one point they did pass through another city, but it was nearly completely overgrown. It did not look like Mist had any official presence in those ruins or any of the others she had seen so far. The train rattled through an old port area, but the water had left the piers and wharfs behind long ago; trees and ferns grew between them and the new shoreline. However, her view did not last as the train disappeared back into the forests that had grown up around the tracks. Eventually the train reentered the industrial sector from the night before, but following a different set of tracks. They would not be going back the way she had come; instead they hugged the western edge of the valley. Nicole watched as a tall wall appeared, crossing both ends of her line of sight. The wall just cut through buildings and roads with little regard to what had been there before. It was crumbling and looking much worse than the buildings around it, a sign that it had been hastily constructed. Signs around its base indicated that most of the wall had been built on top of what use to be the southern portion of Interstate Four-o-five, the freeway she had followed south yesterday. Around the tunnel the train had to pass through, Nicole spied more tanks stationed around the entrance. They were old and rusted, and looked like they had not moved for centuries. More victims of The Collapse.

The inside of the wall was less overgrown than other, things looked a little more intact. Glancing back at the wall as she rode away from it, she spied Fallen stationed at the top. A Spider tank maneuvered an old burnt out bus over the tunnel entrance after the train passed through.

This must be inside the Seattle perimeter that the House of Mist had established. Nicole sighed and swung around to continue watching their approach, when a light flashed on her helmet HUD. A steady beeping began to sound from somewhere on her armors, but she did not know where. “Um, what’s going on?” She asked to her Ghost. He might have some idea on how this armor worked. The Ghost flew over and scanned over her armor with his light, but before he could answer; Rykis unscrewed a canister on her back and replaced it with another from his pack. “You ran out of...” He held up the bottle he had removed from her back and gestured to it, and then to the hoses that hooked up to her helmet. “I do not know what to call it in English...” He named it in his language, but she had nothing to connect that too. As soon as he had replaced the tank, Nicole tasted that chill again and coughed once. “What if it goes off again?” It undoubtedly would. “Ether,” He used their word for it again, but continued in English. “Is lightly rationed here in Mist, you can pick up your weekly allotment from the community depot. Usually two canisters last a day.” “Is it required?” She asked. “I think so.” Rykis just shrugged to her. The lack of information was a bit worrying to her, but who else would she ask. Jasix was probably not better than Rykis, though she would probably get the best answer from Baroness Tansis when she went back. Once the train disappeared beneath a maze of elevated highway columns and platforms supporting tall buildings it began to slow. It hugged the very edge of the road deck, remaining in its shadow the entire way. It finally came to a complete stop near a cluster of burnt out and rusting train cars that Mist had left to rot away. Scattered amongst them, however, were other flatbed cars loaded down with recent looking cargo. Not all was as lost as it seemed.

She hopped up as the train’s crew opened up the passenger car’s doors, but she let Rykis lead the way. As far as she knew, Rykis had grown up here in Fallen occupied Seattle and knew his way around. Well, as far as she knew, she too grew up in this city... but that was in a time that was locked away from her.

“To the material exchange, yes?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” Rykis gestured for her to follow as he quickly hurried up the stairs, heading back to street level. To their left was an old building. It was far older than any of the others around it. The building’s stone and brick exterior had a certain artistic flair to it that was lost on the newer utilitarian structures around it. UNO STON was hanging from the wall in large brass letters. There were a few open spots for missing letters, and her mind filled in the blanks, it had likely said Union Station at some point. The building’s doors were propped open and Rykis stopped and waved for her to enter first. Nicole obliged and walked in. The interior of the building was really only one room, a grand hall which occupied its core. While the walls were dark and dirty, Nicole could definitely see that the chamber used to be a very beautiful space. The only light were small work lamps set up around small tables and racks with sheets of wood other construction material. There were small stacks of any kind of material thinkable with Fallen all over bartering with the shop owners. Nicole glanced around the space, taking in the ancient architecture that was far better than anything else she had seen in the Human ruins. Smashed through the wall behind her, was a Fallen Skiff. It dangled through the wall, and its headlights had been wired to provide more light to open space from far above. Rykis began to speak with one of the stand owners that had sheets of wood stacked up against the old marble walls. “She is interested in buying wood panels from you,” he informed the Fallen. "What does the Human have to offer?” The Vandal replied. “Is it much?” Rykis waved for Nicole to show her Glimmer to the Vandal, so she too waved to her Ghost. In less than a blink, a small pile of glowing blue cubes had formed on the table. They owned up to their name; the cubes glimmering on the table. They seemed to make their own light in the gloomy room, bits of particles danced across their surface and the table itself. The Vandal eyed the pile of glimmer on their table. They picked up one of the cubes and brought it close to one of their eyes. “Yes, useful... hmmm but there is not much. Most I can give her is two sheets and some fasteners for this.” “Very good, that is all we need.” Rykis replied. “It should be delivered to tower twenty-seven in Baron Acskis’ sector.”

The Vandal nodded, “Very well, we have a delivery caravan going that direction tomorrow. Though we only deliver it to the depot for pick up later.”

“That works, for such a price,” Rykis replied. The two Fallen exchanged another saying that Nicole had yet to learn and then he gestured for the door. He kept in their language and talked to her as they left. “How much of that did you understand?” Nicole took a second to work through the proper responses for him. Listening was fine, but it took longer to reply. “Plenty.” She switched back to English, just to make it easier on herself. “But I’m not all the way there. I can understand more than I can speak.”

“Then I will stay in my language,” Rykis replied, the bits of his cheek bones above his mask shifting into what she took as a smirk. She returned the smile, but then remembered that her helmet had a full face mask with a new mirrored visor. “We’ll see how this helps. Then we can begin our written language when we get back to your tower.” That interested Nicole, if she knew how to write and read it then understanding the words on her helmet’s HUD would be so much simpler. No more random flashing lights and alarms where she could not understand them. She had only had the helmet for less than two hours, and that one alarm had been enough. “That sounds good.” And with that, Nicole and Rykis walked back out into the ruined city. For the entire walk to the Bellevue ruins, Rykis quizzed her on the Fallen language. It was much more effective than the method she had started out with the day before.

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