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Arnold Aldersheim
(image to show his face. It doesn't negate Nebka's art)
Continued:
Arnold took his appointment as the leader of the "Mist" squad very seriously. The leadership made a wise choice, but they couldn't have foreseen everything.
A person (or so they thought) participated in the operation, whose far-reaching plans extended beyond this single mission. He turned out to be an unforeseen factor for TT. Before departing on the assignment, Aldersheim gave instructions to the squad members and tried to anticipate the tactics and strategies they would need to employ. He addressed each operative individually to learn about their capabilities and try to maximize their use in the area of operations.
-- Zuter! -- Arnold scrutinized this member of the operation from head to toe. -- You don't seem too worried about getting into debt, do you? Your equipment cost the corporation more than anything else.
-- Perhaps, -- this character was quite laconic in his response. Arnold didn't like him right away, not even during their first meeting. But now, they needed to work together, at least for this operation. It was vitally important.
-- What can you do? What am I dealing with?
-- Everything, -- Zuter found the conversation tedious and made it clear that Arnold meant nothing to him. -- But I must warn you immediately: I don't take orders.
-- I've never been very organized either. But since I've been appointed your commander, please do as you're told. Or at least pretend to. Please.
-- No, -- Ernst walked away from his interlocutor.
-- Don't walk away when I'm talking to you! -- Arnold rushed after Zuter, who ignored his last words completely, and grabbed him by the arm, but he knocked the other man down, broke free, and ended up behind him. The freeman did not expect such a display of strength; this strange type seemed somewhat weaker...
Aldersheim got up.
-- I don't understand why I'm bothering with you. You know, I will be watching you closely. You seem like just some kind of psycho, but you're hiding something, and I won't miss it, mark my words.
-- Is that so? -- Zuter smiled slightly. -- And what have I done to deserve your displeasure? Perhaps we simply misunderstood each other. Maybe we can come to an understanding if you look at the world... through my eyes.
With these words, Ernst vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, there was some device on Arnold's neck. A liquid was quickly injected into his vein and dissolved in his body.
-- What did you do?
-- Nothing much. Just found myself a new lab rat.
-- You're crazy, -- Arnold sharply pushed this weirdo away and went about his business. He needed to continue preparing for the operation...
Already on the gangway, entering the aircraft, Arnold suddenly felt dizzy. Trying to fight it off, he continued to climb, but suddenly lost consciousness and fell down the gangway. The armor clattered loudly against the runway, and TT personnel ran up to him.
-- Looks like he's not flying.
-- We need a doctor.
Arnold didn't leave his room at the hotel. The doctors just threw up their hands.
-- Is it hopeless?
-- Not really. On the contrary, he is as healthy as an ox, and with every hour he gets healthier. It's unclear what happened to him then. Perhaps overexertion?
-- So, he's okay?
-- Only a strange round mark on his neck, as if from a thick power cable or something... But that's hardly fatal.
And, no matter what the doctors said, Arnold felt worse with each passing hour. Suddenly, he noticed that he hadn't opened the shutters on the windows; light had not entered his private apartments for two days now. He immediately did so, but the bright sunlight instantly caused burns on his hands and face. Arnold closed the shutters as quickly as he could and caught his breath. "What's happening to me?!"
In his dream, he saw Nox. He beckoned to him, whispered in his ear...
-- What do you want from me? Go away!
In response -- only whispering. And then Zuter appeared. The freeman didn't see him, but he felt his breath, like before, right before that strange thing was placed on his neck...
-- Get out of here!
He felt like he was going crazy. And then... the Emperor appeared. He drove away the evil visions, and Arnold woke up.
-- Thank you, Emperor, for saving your faithful servant!
And although faith in the Emperor helped Arnold preserve his sanity, he felt that his body had changed and was no longer what it used to be. There was no doubt: the scoundrel Zuter was a vampire, and now he had become one too. Sunlight became deadly to him, and his body became stronger than he could have imagined. Now he is a monster. But that doesn't matter. He will remain forever loyal to the Emperor, and the creature that did this to him does not deserve to live. As well as everyone from his kind. However... he shouldn't lose his mind. Zuter turned him into a vampire; maybe he can reverse everything? The bloodsucker didn't know that Aldersheim was an Ataraxian; he probably expected the newly converted vampire to completely submit to him, but now he would have to deal with what he himself created. And if he tries not to give him the cure...
Arnold looked at his watch. How much time had passed since he collapsed? Well, it was time to act. The Atarxian put on his full armor and covered his eye without an implant with a black bandage: sunlight should not touch his body. Only then could he avoid the day and not become a servant of darkness. The vampire will pay!
(image to show his face. It doesn't negate Nebka's art)
Continued:
Arnold took his appointment as the leader of the "Mist" squad very seriously. The leadership made a wise choice, but they couldn't have foreseen everything.
A person (or so they thought) participated in the operation, whose far-reaching plans extended beyond this single mission. He turned out to be an unforeseen factor for TT. Before departing on the assignment, Aldersheim gave instructions to the squad members and tried to anticipate the tactics and strategies they would need to employ. He addressed each operative individually to learn about their capabilities and try to maximize their use in the area of operations.
-- Zuter! -- Arnold scrutinized this member of the operation from head to toe. -- You don't seem too worried about getting into debt, do you? Your equipment cost the corporation more than anything else.
-- Perhaps, -- this character was quite laconic in his response. Arnold didn't like him right away, not even during their first meeting. But now, they needed to work together, at least for this operation. It was vitally important.
-- What can you do? What am I dealing with?
-- Everything, -- Zuter found the conversation tedious and made it clear that Arnold meant nothing to him. -- But I must warn you immediately: I don't take orders.
-- I've never been very organized either. But since I've been appointed your commander, please do as you're told. Or at least pretend to. Please.
-- No, -- Ernst walked away from his interlocutor.
-- Don't walk away when I'm talking to you! -- Arnold rushed after Zuter, who ignored his last words completely, and grabbed him by the arm, but he knocked the other man down, broke free, and ended up behind him. The freeman did not expect such a display of strength; this strange type seemed somewhat weaker...
Aldersheim got up.
-- I don't understand why I'm bothering with you. You know, I will be watching you closely. You seem like just some kind of psycho, but you're hiding something, and I won't miss it, mark my words.
-- Is that so? -- Zuter smiled slightly. -- And what have I done to deserve your displeasure? Perhaps we simply misunderstood each other. Maybe we can come to an understanding if you look at the world... through my eyes.
With these words, Ernst vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, there was some device on Arnold's neck. A liquid was quickly injected into his vein and dissolved in his body.
-- What did you do?
-- Nothing much. Just found myself a new lab rat.
-- You're crazy, -- Arnold sharply pushed this weirdo away and went about his business. He needed to continue preparing for the operation...
Already on the gangway, entering the aircraft, Arnold suddenly felt dizzy. Trying to fight it off, he continued to climb, but suddenly lost consciousness and fell down the gangway. The armor clattered loudly against the runway, and TT personnel ran up to him.
-- Looks like he's not flying.
-- We need a doctor.
Arnold didn't leave his room at the hotel. The doctors just threw up their hands.
-- Is it hopeless?
-- Not really. On the contrary, he is as healthy as an ox, and with every hour he gets healthier. It's unclear what happened to him then. Perhaps overexertion?
-- So, he's okay?
-- Only a strange round mark on his neck, as if from a thick power cable or something... But that's hardly fatal.
And, no matter what the doctors said, Arnold felt worse with each passing hour. Suddenly, he noticed that he hadn't opened the shutters on the windows; light had not entered his private apartments for two days now. He immediately did so, but the bright sunlight instantly caused burns on his hands and face. Arnold closed the shutters as quickly as he could and caught his breath. "What's happening to me?!"
In his dream, he saw Nox. He beckoned to him, whispered in his ear...
-- What do you want from me? Go away!
In response -- only whispering. And then Zuter appeared. The freeman didn't see him, but he felt his breath, like before, right before that strange thing was placed on his neck...
-- Get out of here!
He felt like he was going crazy. And then... the Emperor appeared. He drove away the evil visions, and Arnold woke up.
-- Thank you, Emperor, for saving your faithful servant!
And although faith in the Emperor helped Arnold preserve his sanity, he felt that his body had changed and was no longer what it used to be. There was no doubt: the scoundrel Zuter was a vampire, and now he had become one too. Sunlight became deadly to him, and his body became stronger than he could have imagined. Now he is a monster. But that doesn't matter. He will remain forever loyal to the Emperor, and the creature that did this to him does not deserve to live. As well as everyone from his kind. However... he shouldn't lose his mind. Zuter turned him into a vampire; maybe he can reverse everything? The bloodsucker didn't know that Aldersheim was an Ataraxian; he probably expected the newly converted vampire to completely submit to him, but now he would have to deal with what he himself created. And if he tries not to give him the cure...
Arnold looked at his watch. How much time had passed since he collapsed? Well, it was time to act. The Atarxian put on his full armor and covered his eye without an implant with a black bandage: sunlight should not touch his body. Only then could he avoid the day and not become a servant of darkness. The vampire will pay!