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Faolan looked at Dr. Valencia with a bored look. 'I've heard enough, I'll search for anything useful and go from there'. He thought to himself. 'If I'm up then the quote, "best of the best", end quote, fucked up and its up to a fuck up to fix everything...again'. But as he took a step to move away from the doctor, he was hit with an intense pain in his skull. Suddenly he saw flashes of an older version of himself, and the same person holding his hand as they hid in a cupboard. He also saw a flash of this person being ripped out of his arms as an older man started beating on him before turning towards Faolan. He kept hear a voice repeat "Live on" repeatedly. It seemed so familiar yet unknown at the same time.

Gripping his head as he doubled over in pain, he felt a wave of energy release from his body. This energy caused Dr. Valencia to be blasted back. Maverick looked at him with shock. Growling, Faolan erected his back and continued towards the armory. Right now, all he had was his trusted 1911, but he had limited ammunition for it. Hoping that what he asked for was brought onto the ship he went to the only unopened locker. Placing his hand on the scanner, it turned red. Frowning he looked at his hand then at the scanner. He raises an eyebrow and tries his other hand and shook his head as the light turned green and the locker opened. Inside there were archaic weapons, even by the era that this ship left earth. Throwing stars, a claymore, a short sword, throwing knives, among the few things that were in there. What really caught Dr. Valencia's attention was when Faolan placed some strange device around both ears and hit a button on a circular device and started nodding his head as he pulled out his equipment. He looks up and noticed that Dr. Valencia followed him, sighing he removes his headset.

"Yes, is there something I can help you with." Faolan asked Dr. Valencia with irritation on his voice.

"I did not finish telling you what happened, and what is that, I have never seen it before." She stated.

"You mean my media player, it plays music, you know what music is right?"

"We have vids on what music was but, no I have not actually listened ot music. Unless you count small clips as listening."

Frowning Faolan moved towards the opposing wall and removing the casing that was there and pulled out a cord and attached it to his media player. Suddenly "Dead Man Walking" by BloodSimple came blaring though the speakers that were installed inside the safe have. Dr. Valencia clutched her ears as she fell to one knee. Whereas outside of the room the webbing that was one the wall near the door started to shake and wither away. Be it form the sound or the vibrations, the hive mind did not know, but it did know it did not like what it was experiencing. Looking at Dr. Valencia, Faolan changes the song to "Alucard" by Tech N9ne and the base from the song caused Dr. Valencia to wince each time it would vibrate. Outside the webbing had retreated from the floor trying to escape the vibrations. Laughing, Faolan turned down the volume and continued to get his gear. He strapped the claymore onto his back and placed his 1911 in his leg holster. The throwing knives were on his ribs as his jacket covered them hiding them from view. The throwing stars were placed in a pouch on his waist. The short sword was slide into a sheath that ran down his leg, yet it did not hinder his mobility. He then went and opened the other lockers and pulled out the weapons that were still there. Some he knew, others he could only guess at. He picked up a side-by-side sawed off and checked the condition. Seeing that it would not break apart anytime soon he puts it on the outside of a bag that he pulled out of his locker. His attention was brought to the HOWA Type 89, shocked he was surprised to see this on board. He knew a lot of Marines that had wanted to get their hands on one of these after being stationed in Japan. But due to strict regulations, it was not available for export. He was tempted to take it but saw a M4, while smaller than the M16A4 that he was issued, it had the same functionality. Just more compact, which worked for him. He placed it on the other side of the pack and strapped it in. He checked the ammo supply and realized that it was abysmally low. He looks around at the weapons that are in front of him, multiple assault rifles from every nation that manufactured firearms had sent at least one of theirs that fired 5.56 Nato rounds. While impressed he was still stunned at the lack of ammunition. 'Lets hope I can scrounge some up', he sighs to himself, 'once a gutter rat always a gutter rat. I guess'.

He returned the weapons he did not chose back into the lockers and only took enough ammo to reload his pistol three times, the M4 10 times and the shotgun 30 times. He did not want to be over encumbered. Before he left the room he made sure to fill the mags and clips to ensure a speed reload. Satisfied with his work he left the armory. Then quickly went back in to retrieve his media player.

Once he retrieved his media player, he went back to the doctor and the man where was in the fetal position on the floor. Looking at the doctor Faolan asks, "What happened to that sorry sack of shit?"

"Your so-called music scared him." She said as she glared at Faolan.

"Don't hate my music, just because you have no taste." He replied curtly. Upon hearing his response she goes to take a step forward, only to have a gun aimed at her.

"Are you not going to help us?" She asked.

"What is in it for me to help ya out?" Faolan starts, "A medal? A nice dinner with you? Oh! How about sending me back to Earth."

"Earth? Don't you mean Gaea?" she asked in response.

"What, why in the fuck did you, a bunch of ignoramus, change the name to the green emerald?"

"It's no longer green, for one, and two we can never return. Humanity destroyed it, by playing god." She replied softly.

"You've got to be shitting me." Faolan lets out a string of curses. "So what you are telling me is that we have no home?"

"Yes that is exactly what im telling you." She replied.

"Well aint that fucking fantastic. Let me guess, now you are looking for a new 'home' to fuck up?"

"No, we are looking for a new home to save us." She replied softly, not wanting to draw any more attention from Wolf, who seemed to be highly unstable mentally.

"How many people are in cryo?" Faolan asks.

"Roughly eleven hundred." Dr. Valencia replied.

"That's not a lot," Faolan states, "If you wanted to save the human race you would need a lot more then that."

"There are, again, roughly eleven hundred on each ship and there were 13 ships in total. But now that our thrusters are out there are only 12." She replied. Quickly doing the math Faolan realizes that there are roughly 143 thousand civilians in deep sleep. Cursing again he moves to leave the room. "Wait, don't go! At least wait for Shark to wake up, she could help you." Dr. Valencia hurriedly stated. Raising an eyebrow, Faolan looks at Dr. Valencia.

"That can't be, I can only be awaken by the system if the five before me have died." Faolan responds with disbelief.

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