"You don't understand, citizen. There has been a mix up somewhere. Even if the Bio Sector did clone me with intent to reassign me, this is not the Aspiration and I need to know what vessel I am on."
Arty knew he sounded crazy. He could tell from the looks the people in red like himself were giving him. He knew he must have been captured at some point or other, and either this was all part of a brainwashing session, or Bio Sector really had cloned him into a new body and somehow messed up. There were memories in his head that did not belong there, and they were almost too overwhelming to consider.
"I was transferred out of the Armed Sector. I can not be put back in without High Council approval, and I know they would not approve such a thing." But he was talking to the air now. The Red he had been attempting to get answers from had left him to his own 'insanity', and he was left staring at his ME card with a frown. Credits were nothing new, though being attached to a card was a strange development. And he had never been allowed a communication device prior to the rebellion, so why would he have one now?
Did they expect him to try to contact the People's Choice? He may have been desperate but he was no idiot. He would not endanger them by trying to make contact.
He took a deep breath and covered his eyes with one hand, attempting to find his center. He needed to be calm to deal with things rationally, and he could not allow himself to react with fear or anger. It likely looked a bit suspicious and unusual when he took a seat to clasp his hands together and bow his head, his words soft and quiet.
"If ever I needed your counsel before, it was never so much as I need it now, Father."
Arty; The Commissary; Open
Arty knew he sounded crazy. He could tell from the looks the people in red like himself were giving him. He knew he must have been captured at some point or other, and either this was all part of a brainwashing session, or Bio Sector really had cloned him into a new body and somehow messed up. There were memories in his head that did not belong there, and they were almost too overwhelming to consider.
"I was transferred out of the Armed Sector. I can not be put back in without High Council approval, and I know they would not approve such a thing." But he was talking to the air now. The Red he had been attempting to get answers from had left him to his own 'insanity', and he was left staring at his ME card with a frown. Credits were nothing new, though being attached to a card was a strange development. And he had never been allowed a communication device prior to the rebellion, so why would he have one now?
Did they expect him to try to contact the People's Choice? He may have been desperate but he was no idiot. He would not endanger them by trying to make contact.
He took a deep breath and covered his eyes with one hand, attempting to find his center. He needed to be calm to deal with things rationally, and he could not allow himself to react with fear or anger. It likely looked a bit suspicious and unusual when he took a seat to clasp his hands together and bow his head, his words soft and quiet.
"If ever I needed your counsel before, it was never so much as I need it now, Father."