AutoTerra: Operating Systems
Epilogues
[Communication with Agent 518 has been cut off]
[The system immediately sends the last data]
[Loading.].
“Haaah…. Already expected, the mission this time will fail,” hela Gideon while supporting the back of the head with both hands and leaning on the chair.
All the hologram monitors in front of him instantly vanished, the dark room was now lit by various lights. Seemed around the room some modern armored soldiers were on guard while carrying each weapon.
Gideon was not alone at all, he was still with his two companions who were always sitting in other seats nearby, Ro and Extasia.
Extasia, the messy red-haired ponytail lady sat hunched over and slightly straddled while tossing a small ball in her hand. “I've guessed. Sending a lackey Agent infiltrate the military team was a ludicrous decision.” Extasia threw the ball at Ro.
The dark-skinned man with long silver hair caught it easily. “This is done all together to test the system device implanted in his brain. It's not as perfect as Professor Arthanor's Re:Set System, but it's still useful too, right? The proof, I just got the latest data from Agent 518. We will check together.”
“Cih!” Extasia grieves in annoyance. “If this is the case, System Re:Set failed to be captured, Astan also failed to be brought here.”
“It's not a big deal.” Gideon turned his chair to face his two colleagues. “Soal Astan, it is expected that he will not be easy to bring here.”
Gideon got out of his chair, gave some soldiers a cue to get out and prepare something out there.
“Soldiers, immediately prepare all the needs of space flight. We will go directly to Planet Ribelo.”
“Ready, Master!”
After the few soldiers left according to his orders, Gideon sighed. “...No other choice.” Gideon put his hands in his coat pocket. “We will do plan B.” soon
“Plan B?” Next to Extasia's eyebrows raised. “You sure you want to do that spread? And ask the madman for help?”
“Indeed should have been.” Ro commented casually, “Plan B is like this, if System Re:Set fails to be captured on the Feron Ship by our Agent, then the next way is to forcibly seize the system while freeing the most important people in our organization.”
“Iya, but..” Extasia bit her lower lip. “Should it... The madman was involved? You can still count on both of us, Gideon!”
“You two just stay in Darzia just in case. You can also catch up to Ribello if you want. But, do not get involved in this plan B mission,” said Gideon seriously.
Ro plays his own nails. “Who would bother to get involved? Really males. Mostly if we go there just to look around. I'm sure, the madman can solve the problem much easier than our Agent.”
Ro looked at the ignorant Extasia, while the red-haired lady only snorted in annoyance in return.
“This time, the mission is not playful and not a trial like the previous mission.” Gideon stepped closer to the automatic door. “Stay here, and take care of some experiments. No one messes up.”
After giving the message, Gideon immediately left Ro and Extasia both in the room. Realizing only the two of them were left, Ro again looked at the ignorant Extasia.
“You heard?” Ro fiddled at the tip of Extasia's nose with the small ball. “Don't-try-menga-cau.”
With emotion Extasia brushed off Ro's hand. “Ergh! The only person who likes to mess around here is you, Damn it!”
Extasia got up from the chair and with her footsteps deliberately stomped hard she went out of the room.
Still playing the little ball in his hand, Ro muttered innocently, “Ish…. It's as usual. In fact, I ‘kan just want to nosy a little.”
...~*~*~*~...
Spiritual songs sound melodious inside a magnificent temple. The grand statue stands firmly in the middle, the light penetrates the beautiful motif of stained glass, the barrage of benches is still empty no one. All here is a man, standing there chanting prayers.
The man was wearing monk clothes with a blend of white and yellow, his skin was pure white, his hair was thick blonde, and his hair was, and his face was so peaceful as he closed his eyes while continuing to chant prayers accompanied by great tones there.
“In the name of the Great Lord, I give up my soul and body to always serve Your way.”
Right after the spiritual song stopped reverberating, someone dressed in monkish clothing with a darker color came to him.
“Mr Santros!”
When it was close in front of him, the person bowed with one hand on the chest.
“Blessed you, Followers of Junda,” Santros prayer. “What do you need to face me?”
He politely handed over a tab he had brought to Santros. “There is an incoming message for you, Mr.”
Santros took the tab. “Did you read it?”
“Emm…. That...”
Junda bit his lower lip. Actually, he accidentally read the message. The content of the message made him stunned, not expecting that his seniors in their sacred group were involved with something that violated religious rules.
That's not all. The contents of the message contained orders to perform a task that made no sense to a monk.
When Santros was still reading the message, Junda asked awkwardly, “Ma-sorry if I was presumptuous. Is... You are involved with—.”
“Followers Junda.”
Santros' tone sounded soothing, pure, and thoughtful. The awkwardness experienced by Junda suddenly disappeared, switching with a feeling of pride towards the senior.
“Do you want to serve God more?”
Spontaneous Junda nodded. Being asked such a question of course he did not refuse. That is, his degree as a follower will be higher and maybe he can become a great monk like Santros.
“Sure, Mr. Santros.”
A shady smile is shown Santros. However, instantly something happened so quickly at the moment the smile was there. Santros muttered a sentence that Junda could not hear at all.
“GLS 558 : Stained Glass Puncture.”
Several sharp chunks of stained glass appeared around them, instantly piercing parts of Junda's body, ranging from hands, feet, shoulders, stomach, to chest. All of this happened in a very short time.
And at that moment, a sparkling white shotgun appeared in Santros' hands, shot right into Junda's head until it was destroyed.
Instantly the headless body fell in front of Santros, soaked with a lot of blood that he littered the white shoes he was wearing.
The originally shady and soothing smile now widened into a horrible grin. His blue eyes sparkled in the shadows, his handsome face slightly dirty from the splashes of blood. The aura of wisdom is now lost replaced by true nature.
“Send my regards to God, Followers of Junda..!”
[Name : Santros V. Oberonian]
[Gender Type: Male]
[Age: 25 years]
[Profession : Hunter]
[Lift: Crystal]
[Level: 5]
\=\=*\=\=*\=\=*\=\=
[Private Data]
\=\=*\=\=*\=\=*\=\=
[Private Data]
...~*~AutoTerra : Operating System~*~...
...~*~Onna Noir (K*rona N)~*~...
(My pen name is on the sensor :v )
