The Phareon finally made its way to the satellite station for repairs. The reinforcements went back to their station the crew let out a big sigh of relief. The Captain order those that needed to stay and do internal repairs could go on break until the Phareon is restored. Until they were needed to work on the internal damage they could go or do just about anything because the damage was extensive. There was a shuttle that transported people and supplies from the Satellite to Epsilon so the crew from the Phareon booked seats. The Captain and his Lieutenants were the only ones who stayed. I could have sneaked off into the shuttle but the current technology, there is little chance that I will be able to get away. For now I thought that it would be better to get a legitimate form of identification from the Captain.
The Captain invited me to go out to eat until he received a call from the owner. "I am terribly sorry. We were called to make a full report to Mr. Morrell. I know it is too much to ask but would it be ok if you accompanied us to the meeting?" The Captain asked. "I don't see a problem nor a reason not to go" I said. Because the report was important to the merchant owner, he sent a private shuttle to pick up Captain Stinson, Lieutenants Mosby and Erickson. If I were to leave anywhere it would be better to leave with them considering I don't have to show identification in the private shuttle.
Technology has made great progress or at least on the planet I was on because the private shuttle literally felt like I was only on it for 15 to 20 minutes from the Satellite to the planet. When we landed and got on a private car I saw flying cars and all futuristic stuff I only saw or read about in the theaters, games and books. The language I just learned was universal here but some people actually used some older language like Spanish, Chinese or English. I am guessing they retained whatever little heritage they took with them when their families migrated. For the meeting I was given a new set of clothes. The clothes would have looked ridiculous or like a cosplayer before I was experimented on but now people only look at me like when a fat person sees their favorite food. Since I was either under control or sleeping somewhere, there was no chance of me taking a look at myself. Even if it is conceited, I look good.
My hair was a bright white along with my eyebrows but I showed no signs of aging. If anything I looked like a 25 year old. My eyes looked like I had heterochromia, different colored eyes, but since the experiments I can change the color of my eyes. To look more mysterious I guess I could have them multi colored. My body was a mix of slim and buff. I didn't look lanky but had muscle mass. Since most of the clothes these people wear were body fit, almost tight fitting, one can see the outline of my body. If people ask how I got my body this way I should just tell them sarcastically that being experimented on and killing millions of people while being shot, cut and bombed is a great workout.
We approached the building where the owner resided. "Welcome, my dear Captain and Lieutenants. I want to know the whole ordeal. Please, I already had a reservation prepared so we can get a nice real cooked meal." Mr. Morrell said. "Oh wow, is this the restaurant that actually has a chef?" Mosby said excitedly "I've heard about this place, since we have food synthesizers it's rare to have someone who actually has the skill to cook" Erickson said. "Yes, you are correct, and they have extensive knowledge from the Earth. So the skill in her family has been passed down." Mr. Morrell said. We again got on a private car and headed toward the restaurant. In order to infiltrate I had many and different types of training downloaded into me, so cooking and killing my target as a chef was one of the simplest of missions. Since the invention of food synthesizers I guess I can judge this restaurant considering that no one knows what a cooked meal should be like.
We arrived at the restaurant and were guided to our seats. The table we were at was a private soundproof room. Once there the Captain started to explain the whole situation. When Captain Stinson explained that they were attacked by pirates from Athena, Mr. Morrell found out that they took over that job site prior to the delivery. There was either something in the cargo or someone that they were after. Once he said that they all looked at me. "I find it hard to believe that they were after Mr. Zero here because we nor you sir, knew that he was even in the ship." Captain Stinson stated "Very true, but the fact doesn't change that they took over that work site to get to the Phareon. They may not have known that Mr. Zero was on the ship, they may have been after the cargo, but it doesn't change the fact that there was something they wanted from the Phareon that they killed an entire station to get it." Mr. Morrell said.
"It sounds like they knew the Phareon held something. From my brief conversations with the Captain and his Lieutenants, Planet Aries and Athena are one gender and they have a tradition of being very respectful of their elders. If they are so respectful they might even have some type of control within the planets." I said "What's your point?" Mosby interrupted "My point is that their elders might have information that they never shared with anyone. They might have grown old but maybe they were scientists or engineers that worked in the ship before it came to be in your hands before they split from your group here in Epsilon." As I finished my point the others finally realized what I meant.
The food finally arrived but it was not what I expected it to be. Sure the food was cooked but it was humble dishes at best. I chuckled to myself as we ate because with all the information that I have gained and the previous shows I used to watch, I just wanted to say this food is "Shite" in a British accent. But I doubt they would catch that centuries old reference. We ate and left the restaurant, back to Mr. Morrell's office.
While in his office, Mr. Morrell was able to get the full report from all three sides, the command, the fighting and the ship status. What he didn't understand was, how did I survive in the first place? After the Lieutenants left, it was just Mr. Morrell, Captain Stinson and I. I explained that now that I have been woken up I was not going back and wanted to live a free life. "I have nothing to hide, if you want to know more about me then just examine the capsule I was in. There should be files that you might be able to extract and go over" I said bluntly. Those files were the mission files, experimentation documents and most likely, the logs the heads of the departments left behind, either to warn or leave a message to pass on to the next generation.