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Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving	By : ElliotMacy Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Hi there! A quick note before you move on please be warned that this a (very) mature story, which means there will be heavy language, alcohol, sex, drugs, and violence.

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Debriefing
Ajay Che blinked a few times and began to breathe like it was something that she had to relearn how to do. She filled her lungs with air like she struggling to breathe. Her head began throbbing as reality was reintroduced to her body. Her eyes flickered to accommodate to the light around her. Her chestnut eyes observed her surroundings. The transport ship was simple and always had a low, familiar hum as it flew.
The transport ship was small and it transported the Legends from the arena to the Head Quarters (HQ) or from HQ to the arena. It didn’t take very long to get to HQ; maybe 10 minutes if Ajay had to count. Everyone sat quietly in their seats. The three women that had just won their match (Lifeline, Wraith, and Bangalore or Ajay Che, Renee Blasey, and Anita Williams; respectively) were humble about their win as they said nothing. Maybe they were just adjusting to reality again like everyone else on the ship.
There was silence amongst the transport ship the entire way back to HQ. As the ship landed and the legends were about to exit the ship MRVN, (arena name: Pathfinder), a sweet but insensitive robot, said, “Oh, am I supposed to talk?” Everyone seem to stir and laugh a little as the awkward silence had finally come to an end. Makoa Gibraltar (arena name: Gibraltar) laughed whole heartedly at MRVN.
Makoa was larger in stature with a heart and personality that was just as large. He laughed and hit MRVN so hard that the poor robot tumbled down the exit ramp of the transport ship. The ship was positioned in the air hanger of HQ. Luckily MRVN didn’t have to worry about tumbling over the edge of a waterfall or fall off the side of the building. MRVN was quick to get up and walk inside.
Ajay chuckled just a little as she watched the whole interaction between Makoa and MRVN. She was emotionally exhausted from the battle. She walked down the ramp with her shoulders slumped over. She looked almost defeated even though she had won her first arena match. She stopped at the end of the ramp as she felt a familiar hand firmly grasp her shoulder.
Ajay turned around and looked up to Anita, who towered over Ajay by a handful of inches. Anita always seemed to stand at attention; it was the solider in her. Anita released her grip on Ajay’s shoulder, “You did good today kid.” Ajay watched as Anita's darkly pigmented hand patted her on the shoulder before she walked away. Ajay was almost paralyzed by Anita’s words. She had trained with her for so long and that was the first time that Anita had ever said that to her.
Shock overtook Ajay as Renee walked by and gave Ajay a nod and then a hostile look. Ajay just gave Renee and unsettling smile and thought to herself “The voices never stop now do they Renee?” She rubbed the back of her neck, pulling her matted strands of hair from her skin. It wasn’t until now that she felt all the dirt and grit from the arena along her body. She was in desperate need of a shower. She turned around and walked into the building that the Legends called HQ. She mentally prepared herself for the debriefing process.
The walk wasn’t long because most of it was done through the air hanger. The hanger itself with dimly lit during the night. There was definitely a lack of personnel on night shift as well. The cool night breeze swayed in and out of the hanger, wrapping around her body every so often as it passed through. The air felt nice to Ajay. It was a welcome change from the stifling, almost suffocating, air of the arena. Just a nice cool breeze. She enjoyed a few more seconds of the breeze before she walked inside the building.
Debriefing took place in an office with two office personnel members. One of them was there to ask questions and the other was there to be an emotional support person. Ajay thought the whole process was bit odd but they never did ask for her opinion on the matter. The battle royale was a blood sport and all the therapy in the world was not going to fix anything that happened in the arena. The questions that the Legends were asked were simple yes or no questions. The focus was mainly to detect any glitches or malfunctions in the system or with the Legend’s gear or abilities.
She had the same debriefings after trainings sessions. She never did remember any of the personnel’s names during her meetings. On some level she almost felt bad that she didn’t remember names but to some degree she didn’t really care. Then she wondered, “Did they even give me their names? Were they even the same people every time?” She really didn’t give much more thought to it. By the time she started thinking about it the meeting was already over and she was done with the debriefing process.
Generally, after all the paperwork was done some of the other Legends would go out to celebrate a victory. No one in the group seemed like they loved to party; at least not like the way she did. Back home, when Ajay spent time with her childhood friend Silva (Octavio Silva), they would party all the time. Thinking about him brought a small smile to her face. “That boy really knew how to party.”
She loved to party Silva, to a point, and then she had to stop partying and drag his ass home. Someone did have to be responsible or they might have ended up dead a few times. She wondered how he was doing after all of this time. She followed his career every chance she got until is accident. Her heart felt heavy and her eyes, “AJAY!” Makoa yelled. Well he didn’t yell, his voice just always filled a room.
The thought dissipated from her head as she found herself standing in the doorway of the debriefing room. “How did I even get here?” She hadn't realized that she had stopped her pace halfway from the debriefing room to the loading room. The loading room was just a room they waited in before and after matches. The room wasn't anything special. It was outfitted with a sitting area, a small, stocked kitchen area, a bathroom, and an area with a computer that the Legends could use to select skins, or outfits, used by the Legends during their time in the arena.
Ajay had never used the computer dressing system but she knew that a Legend could select an outfit and the computer would automatically suit up the Legend with that selected skin. The technology was a bit newer to her. Makoa spoke once more, “What do you say Ajay?” She looked at him a little confused. He looked at her even more confused and attempted the whole conversation once more, “What you say we all out to the bar for a drink?” He smiled at her as he awaited her response.
She smiled back at him and nodded. She knew that she could use some time outside of the monotony that was her life. The last few months were spent training, eating, sleeping, rinse and repeat. She felt like a damn cassette tape that was constantly being flipped from side A to B and then back to A and then to B and so on. “Okay Legends. Out in front of HQ in 30 minutes!” Makoa announced as he left. She shrugged and made good time getting to her apartment to get cleaned up.
Ajay’s apartment was dark except for the soft glow of D.O.C. as she released the drone after entering. During her off time, when she wasn’t training or in the arena, D.O.C. was free to roam the apartment. D.O.C. followed Ajay around the apartment when she was home. Ajay had been working on some new programs with D.O.C. and it was just easier to allow D.O.C. to roam the apartment while she tested out the programs. Plus Ajay enjoyed the company of her drone; after all Ajay was the one who had built and programmed D.O.C.
She flipped on a light to reveal a well-kept, almost sterile apartment. She stood in the entry way for a moment. The living room had a sofa that could fit three people and a love seat that could fit two people; both heather gray in color. There was a single accent rug between the two sofas to break up the space. The living room was just slightly right of the entry way.
The entire apartment had wood floors that were dark in color. To the left of the entry way was a small table and two chairs. Further to the left, beyond the table and chairs there was a set of French doors that led out onto a small balcony area that was comprised of railing and an open, empty space. Ajay didn’t spend much time decorating as she was hardly ever home.
Moving forward, past the living room and dining area, was the kitchen on the left. It was nothing special and somewhat small. Down the hall was a bathroom. The bathroom might as well have been bigger than the kitchen as it had a huge corner tub and a separate shower. On the right, just past the living room, was her bedroom. Her room was simple as it only had the essentials that she needed. When she left her previous life she left behind almost everything and took what she could. Honestly she didn’t miss that life one bit.
Ajay had time for a quick shower and a change of clothing. Ajay was quick; this was not new for her. She was used to being out in the field. In no time she was showered and dressed. She knew that they weren’t going anywhere fancy, probably just a simple dive bar for some drinks. She put on the essentials which usually consisted of a black bra and black lace panties. She pulled a black colored tank top over her head and put on some black jean shorts; they were a little on the short side for her taste but at this point she didn’t care.
She put on some black wedge, ankle high, lace up boots. She wore her brown; red toned hair down. Her hair was so long that it was down to her waist. She would not dare have it down during a battle day or when she was living at home with her parents. But now that she was out on her own she made it a point to wear hear hair down every chance she got. Makeup was not essential for her so she didn’t put any of it on.
She had 10 minutes to spare after she got ready. She wondered if she should drink ahead of time to get the party started. She giggled, knowing that if Silva were here that he would have already gotten the party started with pre-drinking. The smile quickly faded at the thought of him. Their past was rocky and every time he popped into her head it just made her feel ill. She shook her head trying to get rid of the thought of him like he was some kind of bad aftertaste. She did not want to put herself in a terrible mood by thinking about Silva.
Ajay trotted over to her backpack and pulled out a pill bottle. The bottle had no label on it. ”One or two? Better start small.” She opened the bottle and pulled out one small, white, round pill. She took the pill with a sip of water and placed the bottle into her backpack. She grabbed her wallet, which was a wristlet, and her cell phone. She had no need for keys as she didn’t own a vehicle and her apartment used a passcode to get in. She gave D.O.C. a quick pat and a smile before leaving.
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