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[h1]Conqueror's Camp[/h1]

Gigan had spent most of his time in the base's hospital after the ape spy's escape and the digital being's attack, recovering from his internal wounds and stewing in anger, disappointment and the rather wonderful healing fluid that the white-clad human thralls called "Bacta"; the refreshing, tingling sensation of the salve upon his skin and organs along with its comforting warmth slightly lessening the sting of his recent failure. At first it let the Assassin relax and calm down, giving him the most restful sleep he had in quite some time, but after nearly a day in the tank; he was getting rather restless and bored. To his fortune however, he only had to wait for less than an hour before his body was completely healed and then ruining said good fortune was an alarm coming out that told the base's personnel to get ready for battle. Sighing to himself, Gigan then tried to get the attention of his guards by tapping on the walls of his tank and staring at them, telling them to let him out so he could see what was up and needed to be killed.