We found Narchean in his chambers, he was operating on himself, taking a power nap (literally) many cords lay across the floor like snakes slithering as energy pulsed through them, feeding into Narchean's suit. We hit the button signifying that he was needed. This would notify him to wake up. Dellano and I stood outside the door and waited. "Maybe it is best that you are not wearing that jacket when you meet Narchean," I told Dellano
"No," he said "I must trust all of you for anyone else to trust me. I will wear the jacket." Narchean calmly walked out, wearing a slimmer stripped down version of his armor under a suit jacket. His taste was interesting and never seemed to completely fit together. On top of his armor he had a bright pink tie slung around his neck, still untied.
"Why do you even try?" I asked him as he walked towards us, of course, he ignored me and walked over towards Dellano.
"Who's the new guy?" He asked looking at Delano, studying him carefully. He leaned in to look closer when he saw the red surge symbols. "A leader of a small squadron I see. No military medals. I can see that you were not very good. In any case, I accept you into the gray surge. Jaku, get him some new gear and find him some quarters."
As we walked away I spoke to Dellano. "that went surprisingly well. I am honestly a bit surprised."
"It's only because I'm bad at everything," Dellano said.
"Yes yes it is." we walked down to the armory where he replaced his red coat with a firm leather gray jacket.
Given our selection of weapons, he selected the standard issue M7 pistol with a silencer and extended scope. He also picked up some night vision goggles. For actual armor, he picked up lightweight chest piece with short distance thrusters. As the short distance thrusters packed quite a punch, he chose shock resistant boots and gloves, using no other leg or arm armor. This according to him would help him survive falls and dodge attacks better than usual. I also gave him a dagger, just in case.
I left him to repaint or personalize the armor set in any way he wanted. I went up to my room and lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I thought about what Narchean was doing, I didn't quite understand. He had a theory that by pumping a certain type of energy into your body you could become more alert and have amplified abilities. I wasn't quite sure what type of energy this was, but it sounded very useful.
I shut my eyes. And sleep overtook my tired body. The next thing I knew, Dellano was knocking on my door. My alarm clock was going off as well.
I heaved myself with heavy arms off my bed. Slowly stumbling around on my way to the door. I opened it and let Dellano in.
When Dellano saw the state of me as well as my room he started laughing. "You look hungover and your room looks like that of a 15-year-old.
"Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it up. I feel hungover too. Unfortunately, I didn't have any alcohol, I just am completely deadbeat."
I looked at the new paint job on Dellano's armor. It was pink and gray. With highlights on the old half rusted grills on the blocky boosters. And a black accent on the triangular main chest piece.
The boosters looked like clipped wings sprouting from a choppy metal back. There were vents all over the sad dinged up armor.
Dellano wasn't complaining though, as it fits exactly what he wanted.
He would use the one thing he was good at, climbing and running. This would allow him to get into places and be our eyes on whatever we needed. This would be a very useful thing, provided that he could do it correctly.
"Tonight we drink," I told Dellano, but tomorrow "be prepared for your first official mission." I reached for a bottle of vodka, good vodka, that was hidden in my cabinet next to my bed. " let us just hope everything will be fine."