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Jet hobbled at a steady pace down the long main hallway that led to most rooms in the ship. He passed a few resident crew and gave them a friendly hello and asked them where the Operator was. A man about two heads taller than Jet and muscle-bound pointed him in the right direction. Jet voiced a thank you and continued on.

He approached a large circular entrance on his left and stopped in front of the threshold. There was a sea of thick and thin wired that seemed to smother the floor, Jet looked up to see a man with extremely short hair and a scar on the right side of his face sitting in the operator's chair with a headphones on his head. Jet hobbled over to the man.

"Hey, my name's Jet..." On one of the many screens before the man was an image of a man and woman wearing robes. They were in a sort of sparring chamber with a high roof and wooden pillars near the walls. The man snapped as if he had just woken up and turned to Jet, "whoa! Where did you come from you shouldn't sneak up on people that like that!." The man was genuinely surprised.

"I'm Ryter, I program constructs most of the time," He motioned for Jet to come closer which he did. Ryter dropped his voice level a notch, "and sometimes Kron let's me jack people into The Matrix." Jet was a bit taken aback by Ryter's attitude and the way he was actually surprised when he had greeted him.

"So um, Ryter, can you jack me in with these two? I'm itching to have some fun and well frankly I haven't been able to in about a day.
Ryter's fingers whizzed on the keyboard. "Sure thing, pick a chair my man."
Jet thanked Ryter and then hobbled over to the chair next to the man who was jacked in.

Ryter was standing over him before he could ask him to jack him in. Ryter grinned at him and Jet felt a long cold object enter the back of his skull. Ryter hopped into his chair and his fingers flicked commands. Jet was inside the sparring arena now, there was a moderated amount of sunlight coming from the windows high above him and the mat felt coarse against his bare feet.

The man and woman were facing him now from across the rectangular arena. The man was a foot shorter than the woman and his hair was curly and came down to his ears. The woman had an angular face and straight hair that went down to her waist. The pair bowed to Jet and he did likewise, then he struck a combative stance and readied himself for some action.

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Lupine woke up again to see Hatchet next to her. He gave her a sorrowful look and kept trying to work on something, but Lupine called him over. Reluctantly, he got up and moved over toward her. "Feeling any better?"

"Still... can't move," she said, and then stopped herself from talking about the wierd dreams she'd had. I don't need any other reason for him to stab me full of drugs. I'll keep it to myself, for now.

"I should tell you..." he started, then stifled, "there is a chance that the nerve damage is permanent. In which case..." he let the sentence finish itself.

"I.. see. That's unfortunate," Lupine replied, almost casually, although there was a sick twisted knot forming in her stomache, "but the information, got to Zion. The mission succeeded,"

Hatchet nodded. "Yes. But I'd hardly be worrying about that right now. You've been through a lot... you're whole crew. You should be thankful you're alive,"

Lupine nodded, mostly just to get him off her back, and then exhaled a long breath. "How long till we reach Zion?" she asked.

"About three hours... give or take. You need to rest now," Hatchet smiled.

When Aeron woke up, she was a bit disoriented. When she realized where she was and the things that had happened, she let out a breath of air. She greeted Lupine and Hatchet, asking them where Jet had gone.

"He went to jack into the construct," Hatchet told her. He's probably fighting his ass off right now. If you want to join him you can."

"Thanks, I will," Aeron said with a smile. She walked through the Eclipse toward the Operator's room, greeting crew members as she passed. When she got there, she saw Jet and two others, a man and a woman, seated in the leather barber's chairs. The Operator had his back to Aeron, so it was easy to sneak up behind him.
"Hi, I'm Aeron," she said. The Operator jumped, obviously startled.

"Jeez, make some noise when you move! I'm Ryter." He looked to be in his early to mid-20's.

"Hi, Ryter. Could you jack me in with Jet and the other two? I haven't fought in a while and I've been so bored, what with explosions and and people almost dying on me." She said this all with a straight face.

"Sure thing, little lady," Ryter told her. "Pick a chair, any chair."

"Thanks a million," Aeron said as she sat down in the chair next to Jet. She put her head back and closed her eyes. The silver needled was thrust into her skull and, when she opened her eyes, she saw Jet fighting the man and the woman. "Looks like you need help, Jet," Aeron said mockingly. "Let me help." With a smile on her face, she began to fight the long-haired woman.

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I haven't lost my mind, it's backed up on a disk somewhere...

If ignorance is bliss, you must be ecstatic.

If you lack enemies, you are not doing something worthwhile.

Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.

Keybaord (n.): Instrument used to enter errors into a computer.

If I happen to not post, I'm probably at my dad's apartment. He has crappy Internet connection, and I am forced to go to the library whenever I'm over there. If I go on vacation, it will appear in my status.
Scratch that. My dad just got Comcast, and now I have WiFi!

Also, I've been running up against an elephantine writer's block these days. If my posts are shorter than normal, this is why.