Chapter 2) Unwanted
“I am disappointed in you Control,” Wade spoke. But it didn't come from his body.
He was in his office, a massive garage next to the armory. It was where he made the equipment for the MARS program. It had been sealed away when he 'died', but since he was now up and about, he had reopened the garage and resumed tinkering with new weapon systems and technologies.
“How so?” asked the omnipresent voice of Control, a secretive being who had kept her identity masked by interacting with the Program with just her voice. She provides MARS with in the field intelligence and observation through a network of satellites, scanners, and an uncanny ability to hack whatever she can get a connection too. Control also provides MARS with missions to complete, and though Wade may claim that it was his Program and his Specialists, it was Control who ran the show.
“My people are not expendable,” his voice echoing about the room. He was still getting used to this new ability, and he has found that he can interact with machinery in a ghostly like manner. It felt odd, but freeing all at the same time.
“I know,” she replied. She offered no excuses, Wade knew them, and he also knew that Control was distracted.
“If you had asked him,” Wade continued, now settling into his body. He moved his arms first, then his eyes blinked on, “He would have done it simply because it was the right thing to do, on top of the fact that the possibility that a Kintobor was involved,” he noted, his beak lighting up as he spoke.
“Telling him that he was expendable appealed to him Wade, I needed him, he didn't look or sound the sort to do the job because it was the right thing,” Control replied evenly.
The Duck chuckled softly, “No need to be offended dear, if you look hard enough beneath the tarnish of his, there is a Knight somewhere in there,”
“A Knight?” Control asked, “Not an Assassin?”
The response Wade gave immediately had been unintentional. The screens that had statistics on different weapons and new armor blanked out, replaced immediately with the word 'NO!' The lights died out, the automatic assembly shut down, and the door leading into the armory slammed shut. Wade found himself staring up at the ceiling, silent as he tried to contemplate a response, unaware of what he had just done.
“An Assassin?” he finally asked. “My word Control, whatever lead you to such an idea should be forgotten,” came a rather fatherly tone, and in the same manner, he added, “...and deleted or destroyed, am I absolutely clear?” he asked, now turning around to regard the statistics that were now playing themselves up on the screen once more.
Control's response was “I see,” though she added in a genuine warning, “Your wife has been looking for your Military Record, your real one,”
Wade nodded, “Let me handle my wife, and you,” he said, shaking a metal digit over his head, “You keep your assumptions and your accusations to yourself young lady, there was and never shall be Assassins associated with Acorn, we were Scouts, the Records lost when Kintobor took the Capital, I imagine they are gone forever,”
He stopped a moment, glancing back towards the door, “As for Jerry, there is nothing you should worry over with him, he will stay if given the choice,”
“I need to apolog-,” Control begun but Wade interrupted her in mid sentence. “He will not accept an apology,”
“May I ask why?”
“He is quite taken by your eyes,” the Duck chuckled.
And as if he was summoned, the Fox limped into Wade's office. He used a cane, he wore a Royal Guard of Acorn's Uniformed, clean and pressed, medals hanging off his left breast. He also had his father's sword belted to his hip. His hair, dark brown and limp, simply hung about his face, his muzzle poking through giving him some viability to where he was going, but not completely. The Fox stopped a respectful distance from Wade, placing the cane in front of him to lean on it.
Jerry's ears were also folded against his head, his eyes focused squarely on Wade. He was being cautious. “Forgive me if I don't stand at Attention, Zero,” he spoke formerly. The metal duck waved that off, standing up to approach the Fox.
“No no, I'm sorry about before my boy,” Wade spoke, removing the bandana from his head. “Here, this belongs to you I think, no point for me to wear it,” he emphasized by tapping his own metal head.
Jerry took it, shifted the cane so he could lean against it, and affixed the bandana to his own head to get the hair out of his eyes. “I will not understand how you can keep your hair like that, though I suppose its shorter then before,” Wade noted, “Your fur is also starting to even out again I see, good good,” the duck continued, moving away again as Jerry once more placing his hands on his cane.
“What did I do to upset you?”
Wade stopped for a moment, partially turning around. For a moment, he was shocked. Jerry didn't swear at him. The Fox was demonstrating his best behavior it seemed. “Yes, your status, I am quite upset my boy, that you were recruited,” the duck stated, “When I questioned Control about why I should keep the staff minimal, I had no intention of asking for you, or any of the others from our little group as it where,” as the metal duck spoke, he placed a hand behind his back, then started rubbing self-consciously beneath his chin. “I did not want us to practice our old habits, we do not do that anymore,”
“I understand that the need had been desperate, but understand three things JT,” Wade faced Jerry again, folding his arms over his chest, “MARS are not Expendable, we are here for the entire Mobian World, Humans and Overlanders included, and we do not practice tactics we had mastered during the Great War,”
Jerry showed no reaction, mentally he was disgusted that Humans and Overlanders were even mentioned. He hated them, Overlanders for the horrors they had inflicted, and the Humans because they looked just like them. But he said nothing as his former Squad Leader, and now current superior spoke.
“If you can stomach knowing that sooner or later, you will interact with a Human being or an Overlander in a non-hostile manner,” Wade had continued on, sitting back in a leather chair that looked comfortable, but the duck no longer needed such comforts. “I will consider re-activating you as MARS4, its time to Forgive and Forget”
The Fox shifted some, his face twitched as he processed his thoughts. “Forgive them for every village they burned, every child they orphaned, every life they snuffed out without mercy?” Jerry let the question linger for a moment before he snorted in contempt, “I will never forgive them for that, did you?”
The Duck shifted in that seat, and slowly nodded, “No, I did not,” he said after length, “But it was not all Overlanders and Humans JT, you can hold them all accountable,”
“Fine,” Jerry growled, “But don't expect me to hold their hands or make nice,”
“Fair enough,” Wade nodded again, “Now, on the subject of forgiveness,”
The fur on Jerry's body stood on end, assuming he knew exactly where this was going, “I will never forgive Prower,” he said with such intensity he had spittle drip from his lip. The reaction provided an awkward silence that lasted a very long time.
Wade broke it with a dismissive wave, “I am not a fan of this Republic either JT, I was speaking more about Lukus,”
Jerry relaxed, frowning darkly at the name of one of his oldest and closest friends. That friendship was questionable now, as far as Jerry was concerned, when Lukus and others in the Barracks attempted to subdue him and keep him from getting to the throne room to aid the King. They failed to stop him, but they did slow him down and keep him from sinking a sword into Amadeus Prower before the truce had been called. The last time he had seen Lukus, they had bandaged his face.
He had nearly lost an eye to one of Jerry's swords.
“He is up in the Bar, running it for me, he arrived two weeks ago,” Wade noted, “He brought his family here, wife, child, his things,” the duck gestured towards Jerry, “And yours, on that old Hover-Cycle. Elizabeth, I might add,”
Jerry perked considerably. Mostly because it was his Hover-Cycle Wade had mentioned. Jerry really loved that thing. “Lukus was on your side Jerry,” Wade explained, “They had orders to stand down from the Princess, and you defied those orders and assaulted, injured and incapacitated nine Guards, including Lukus to try to interfere where you were not wanted,”
“If they were loyal-,” Jerry started to argue, again growling.
“Your blind rage is exactly why I didn't want you here in this program boy,” Wade snapped, the lights dimmed for a moment. When the lights came back on again, Jerry's head had turned to the side, his ears again pressed against his skull, looking shamed at the chastisement. “Your sister disappears, last seen with that Kalm Jakuul boy, and you instantly disown her, Dunlap called your Mother's attempt to help the Soldiers hold the breach foolish on her part, we had to pull you off of him before you strangled him to death,”
Jerry kept silent, he didn't look up as Wade continued to berate him, “...and your own best friend tries to calm you down and prevent you from disobeying a direct order from the Princess of Acorn, the same one, I remind you, you spoiled by sneaking her treats, and you not only ignored her word, but you nearly blinded Lukus!”
The fox looked up, frowning even more than before, “Are we done?”
“No we are not,” Wade huffed, or it sounded like a huff. Jerry wasn't sure, but his ears shifted forward, honestly surprised. The duck was giving more and more reasons why he shouldn't be in the Program. What else did he have to say? “I didn't want you here because I was afraid of what you were capable of doing when your angry, however, Fate has been fickle with me, to our great fortune it seems,” he paused, he didn't need to breath, but Jerry knew he was 'sucking in' air to continue speaking, so kept himself quiet. “Your ruthless efficiency, your inability to back down from a battle, and, finally, your sense of duty and self-sacrifice stopped a major threat from surfacing in Mobius' time of need,”
Jerry straightened, feeling a small sense of pride. He had stopped an AI created by Julian Kintobor and nearly paid for it with his life. Knowing he was successful made him feel this berating worth it.
“You understand that there are no medals I can offer, and no one will ever know of what you have done,”
The words struck a cord in Jerry, and he smiled sadly at them. He had heard them before once, a lifetime ago. His answer was the same, word for word, as it had been then,“I am your Armor, Your Shield, Your weapon, Wield Me,”
“Not my weapon,” Wade spoke, pointing up at the ceiling, “Hers', Control, he is all yours,”
“I have nothing for him currently,” Control spoke, and Jerry fought the urge to turn around. “I do feel he has earned time to recuperate his strength, do you not agree?”
As the metal duck nodded, Jerry shifted on his feet, “Just have someone send me some scotch to my room,”
“Oh no,” his old sergeant said, his voice hinting to a grin Jerry couldn't see. The Fox turned raised a brow at him. “Your not staying here JT, you sir, are going Home,”
“Home?” Jerry asked confused. “My Home is here,”
For some reason, Jerry could imagine Wade smiling broadly.
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