"Sorry!" Fluttershy quickly squeaked as I flinched in pain. Rarity was off to the side, next to the half used first aid kit, and handing supplies to Fluttershy as she asked for them. Fluttershy, in the meanwhile, was currently doing her best to wipe off my head, using an alcoholic rag -- which, might I add, stung like hell, as she both cleaned off the blood from my forehead, and disenfecting the wound. I couldn't do anymore than sit back and wait as this happened, both because I was slightly dazed from the earlier knock on my head, and because Fluttershy and Rarity wouldn't let me... Mostly the latter.

The berzerker, as I had grown to call that armor-stealing, cannibalistic, bitch, had really done a number on me back there... Well, actually, I more did a number on myself, considering I was the genius to literally butt heads with her, but still.

Honestly though, the fact that she even existed is just... Terrifying. It made me think. If all of these years in Lower Rapture had made... that, then who's to say worse hasn't happened. Plus, she was wearing a bunch of armor, yes, but, not over 1000 tons of it... That recording did say that they were using it as armo- Ow!

"Sorry!" As the cold, stinging sensation of the alcohol covered rag passed over my head again, myself currently only having a view of the standing Fluttershy's underbelly, and Rarity to my right, I let out a mental sigh.

This was embarrassing. I was supposed to keep them safe, yet here I was, getting my head cleaned after getting a small gash on it. I had broken every bone in my body, been blown up, boiled, steamed, shot, cut up, beaten, and gone through more death than I can even bother to remember, but suddenly, this nut shows up out of nowhere, and suddenly, I'm an injured patient again?!? Just... Ugh.

After what felt like hours, Fluttershy finally removed herself from me, taking a couple of steps back using her hind legs before dropping back to all fours in front of me. The now red rag followed suit, no longer being held by her front hooves as it fell to the ground before me with a low 'plop'.

"Well, is he alright darling?" Rarity asked her friend, moving to her side as she glanced between Fluttershy and I with worry.

"H-he doesn't need any stitching," she began, already drawing a mental 'thank you' from me at the good news, "but we should still put a bandage around his head. J-just until the cut on his head closes up, that is." Turning her gaze to me, her eyes met mine for a moment before, much to my dismay, she pointed them away again. "I-if that's okay with you, that is." Man, that timidity of hers really has bad timing, doesn't it? Though... Does shyness normally have a blush with it?

"I'll get the bandages." Rarity said as she quickly made her way to and from the white, plastic box, bringing a small, near used up roll of bandaging in her maw. Fluttershy took a few steps back as Rarity took her place, assuming a similar position to the one that Fluttershy had recently been in as the sound of unrolling strips of cloth came faintly to my ears, followed shortly by the chilly, flat, and soft tightening of it around my head.

As she gave the bandages one last pull, securing them around my wound with a small knot near the back of my head and giving a small grunt as she did so, I noticed her give a satisfied nod at her handiwork -- I know she doesn't technically have hands, but screw it, I'm still calling it 'handiwork'! -- before returning to her original place back on the ground.

"There we are, darling! That should keep it held for the time being." She said, giving me a light, apparently meant to be, reassuring pat on my head... Yeah, I think it works better when I do it. She seemed to notice this herself as she and I gave odd looks at her action. Giving a nervous chuckle as she pulled her hoof away from me, though it lingered for a bit, she took a step back as she looked to me with a more stern face.

"Now, do try to be more careful, Omega!" Shouldn't I be telling them that?! "I, or rather, we understand that you are trying to protect us, but you still have to care for yourself as well, darling." The two of them looked at me with small, friendly smiles as I looked on blankly. "After all, we all have to get out this mess alive, don't we?"

... We should get moving.

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Fluttershy and Rarity's smiles quickly disappeared as, rather than answer them in any way, shape, or form, Omega simply stood himself from the wall he was leaning against, gesturing for the two to follow behind him as he began to make his way down the halls of the Big Daddy Proving Grounds.

The two gave one another similar looks before, with a silent sigh from Rarity, the two trailed shortly after Omega. This was why the two had sworn among themselves to help Omega as much as they could. He had practically devoted himself to protecting the two over these last few weeks, now being no different, but the issue with that, however, is that he seems to be a smidgen too devoted. He doesn't seem to mind being hurt in their place, despite the pain that the two felt nonetheless from watching their friend get hurt, and its because of this that he needed help.

Even now, he wouldn't even allow himself to stop for a short moment, even though he had just suffered an injury at the hands of that, in the words of Rarity, physchotic wench.

"He's brave, and kind, but Celestia darn it if he isn't stubborn!" Rarity thought to herself as the she looked off to the side of the room, catching sight of an... Odd sight. Practically lining the walls of the room were severely metal platings that, though on their own wouldn't be too odd of a sight, seemed to have several metal protrusions, much like those of Omega's odd weapon, and large dent marks, punched through near the middle, and seemingly twisted into one direction.

Odder still was the fact that, as they went along, passed the strangely positioned corpse of a woman, her hands held over her chest peacefully, almost as if she had been meant to look like she was in a blissful death. Her neck seemed filled with small pinpricks on either side. Below her, there was a metal grating, some of the metal being stained red with dried blood, and above her, there was a poster.

An illustration of a Big Daddy similar to Omega when he still had his suit stared back at Rarity, a small child hand and hand with him, likely a little sister, as they seemingly skipped along. 'Always Be Sure To Have A Buddy Nearby'.

These sights did not go unnoticed by Fluttershy, of course, but, at the moment, she was currently focused on another sight. Omega had been acting... Strange as they went on. He wouldn't glance to his sides, keeping his eyes firmly in front of him until he needed to turn, and he seemed out of it.

A sense of concern growing in the back of her head, Fluttershy began to speed herself up, if only slightly, before her wings began to shift, opening themselves and beginning to flap, lifting her quietly into the air as she made her way next to her and Rarity's guardian, Omega.

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Every step I took felt all too familiar. I kept hearing the voices of the scientists through the course's speakers, though they had long been shut down; They kept yelling at me to move on, for my Little Sister to hurry, for the next wave of splicers to attack.

Tiny footsteps echoed in my mind; The footsteps of my 'daughter', as the two of us made our way through the exam, my little girl looking to me with her small, innocent demeanor, her mind completely revolved around the idea that she 'needed' to feed from the 'angels', and that I, her daddy, her 'Mister Bubbles', would keep her safe.

... Nothing but memories now, I guess. As the three of us passed by the first 'checkpoint', as the scientists of the area had referred to it as, myself barely having given a glance to the familiar female corpse, the sound of sifting air drew my attention.

I moved my eyes to my left, quickly noticing Fluttershy as she flew next to me. A face of regard was about her as she looked to me, and Rarity, from a glance, seemed to be busying herself by looking around the area as we went on.

"Omega," Fluttershy began, "is everything alright?" Taking in a breath, I put my gaze forward again, giving Fluttershy a short groan in answer as I turned my attention to the path before us. Next to me, I could hear her wings flap ever so slightly quicker before, as she made her way in front of me, she came to a stop and began to hover.

I had no choice but to stop as well, or risk crashing into her, as I came to a sudden halt with a silent groan. Rarity, who didn't seem to notice this at first, lightly collided with me from behind, taking a step back with a surprised 'oh dear' before looking to the two of us curiously. I didn't pay her any mind though.

My winged charge, Fluttershy, looked at me with worry, flying herself slightly closely as she placed a hoof gently on my newly placed bandaging. "Oh, I-is it your head? I knew I should have been more careful."

Letting out a breath, I grabbed hold of Fluttershy around her barrel, herself emitting a squeak of surprise as I did so, before I then removed her from her mid-air positioning and carefully placed her down behind me, next to Rarity. The two looked at me with continued expressions of concern and the like, but I pushed it aside, instead gesturing for the two to follow again as I turned and continued to walk on without a second thought.

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"W-was it something I said? Or something I did?" Fluttershy asked her fashionista friend, Rarity, in a whispered tone, the two occasionally glancing to and from Omega in their attempts to ensure that he would not overhear them.

Fluttershy was, at the moment, of course referring to Omega's recent and odd behavior. She wasn't sure if, perhaps, it was somehow her fault, or maybe if he was just in a bitter mood from what they just went through with that... Thing, from before. Either way, she wanted to know, and, maybe, help, if she could.

Rarity, who took a glance between her whispering friend, and Omega, as she said this, couldn't help but to wonder herself for the exact reason. But, unlike Fluttershy, she herself had a theory or two.

Omega had been just fine through all the places that the three had been in Rapture so far, and had only seemed to act odd here. Alongside that, Rarity had noticed earlier how, when the three first came to the door that led into this area, he had given it several blank, almost thought filled looks.

"I'm... Not particularly sure, Fluttershy," she began, "but perhaps it's a more personal matter?" Fluttershy rose a brow at this, once again glancing to Omega.

"Personal? Well, I-I don't mind if he keeps secrets, or anything like that, but..." As she trailed off near the end, Rarity quickly picked up in response.

"Now darling, don't forget that Omega has been here for a much longer time than us. For all we know, his experiences might not have been so... Limited, as ours." As Fluttershy moved her gaze to the floor, letting out a small 'oh' as she did so, Rarity gave a small, reassuring smile, placing a hoof on her friend's shoulder as support. "Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine once we move on, dear. If not, well, I suppose we have to do out best to cheer him up, now don't we?"

Fluttershy's eyes slowly made their way from the ground back to her friend, and, in doing so, her upset frown turned about face, herself giving a meek nod of agreement before she put her attention back on Omega.

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Alright, hopefully, if I remember this right, the tunnel should be just around this collapsed dinosaur skeleton.

I mindlessly fiddled with my rivet gun as my charges and I carefully made our way around the fallen exhibit of the used-to-be museum, Fluttershy and Rarity both seeming to look at it in curiosity as we circled around it, giving them clear views of the fossil.

I wasn't really much of a paleontologist, or anyone with a knowledge higher than what I was allowed to remember for that matter, but I'd say that the sharp teeth, tail, and lack of legs easily allowed me to identify this as a sea creature.

Oh, and while we're on the subject of sharp teeth, I feel like it should be important to note that the girls flinched when they saw them. I guess it makes sense, considering, and this is more based on what I've seen so far, ponies don't seem to eat meat, but, it still makes me feel a bit awkward... You know, being an omnivore and all that.

My eyes suddenly widened by a small degree as the obnoxious sound of metal clanging below my and my charges' feet was replaced by, an even more annoying, 'plopping' sound. I took a glance downwards, noting the sudden stickiness to my steps, as I realized that there was a minuscule layer of water lining the floor now. Rarity and Flittershy had, as I figured they would, quickly flinched at this, likely not having expected the sudden damp and cold feeling.

I couldn't blame them. I had shoes, while they were on their bare hooves. Heck, same thing happened with my first little sister, Beatrice, when I had first gone through this course. It was often filled with leaks, and Big Daddies were constantly called in to fix them. I was among that list of 'repairmen', but it was rare for them to call me, or for me to even respond. I didn't, nor do I, want anything to do with this place aside from when it was necessary.

"Oh, just why does nopony seem to find it in their hearts to dry these floors!?" Rarity exclaimed dramatically, seeming to now tip-toe across the floor as she attempted to limit the wetness of her hooves in vain. Fluttershy, in the meantime, had fluttered her wings slightly at the sudden drop in temperature and dampness she felt in her hooves, but powered on nonetheless, which drew a curious glance from me. She could fly, so why wasn't she?

As the sound of our plopping footsteps grew louder and louder, the small water levels beginning to grow below us and causing bigger splashes, I began to feel the coolness of the water transfer through my shoes, giving me goosebumps as I let out a shudder.

This went on for another minute or two, with my charges taking measured and balanced steps as they walked across the wet floor, and myself scanning the area for any visible, and familiar, landmarks, until, finally, we came to a stop.

Further ahead of us, at a point where a curving hall came to a complete turn, there was a vent. It was about half my height, by the looks of it, and at a higher reach than the floor, keeping it dry and clean. A sense of thankfulness washed over me as I caught sight of it, letting out a sigh as my charges came to my sides and followed my gaze. That was the maintenence tunnel... Well, okay, it wasn't technically a tunnel, but it led to Lower Rapture nonetheless.

"Um... Is that what we're looking for?" Fluttershy asked me curiously, pointing her hoof to the closed metal vent. I nodded, looking to both her and Rarity before... Why were they both frowning?

Raising a brow at their faces, I looked forward again, wondering as to what had them s-... Oh... How had I not noticed that?

The floor we were standing on was wet, and slightly flooded, that much was obvious. What wasn't as obvious, however, was that the floor had a small slope to it, putting it at a lower height around the vent to Lower Rapture. In other words, what was originally shoe sole deep water, became knee deep.

Letting out a groan, I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance before looking to my two charges, who both just glanced at me. Gesturing for them to follow, I made my way into the flooded hall, my pants feeling as though they became heavier as the material became slightly waterlogged with moisture, and my shoes quickly becoming filled as the water seeped in through even the smallest openings. A shudder passed me as, despite my now soaking wet and slowed self, I began to trudge through the water as quickly as I could, expecting to hear the sound of water splashing behind me as well from my charges. 'The sooner we got out of here, the better' I kept telling myself as I soon reached the halfway point to the vent... That is, until I noticed that the sound of shifting water was only coming from one source. Me.

My eyes narrowed as I let out a groan, turning myself to see what the hold up was.

Honestly, what's taking the two so long!?! I just want to get out of this fucking place.

Looking behind me, I saw that Rarity was, at a lack of better words, hesitant as she entered the water, her hooftip often only coming into a slight contact with the water surface before quickly recoiling away. She was mumbling to herself about the cold, and how her mane and fur would not do well with the water. Fluttershy was by her side, waiting for her to go, one of her forehooves already half into the water as she looked to her friend, urging her gently to go on with a look of her eyes.

What was with her? This was not the time to care about her damn hair, or whatever. And why was Fluttershy even trying to walk through the water!? Again, she has wings! Why would she-

"Because she cares enough to stay behind and stick with her friend! Unlike YOU right now!" My eyes slightly widened at this, a tinge of guilt following as I flinched at my inner mind's yells. "You've only been here a few minutes, yet you've treated them worse than you have ever done! This place brings bad memories, fine! But remember, this isn't about YOU!"

... My eyes softened as the ting of guilt from earlier grew to a surge, a silent sigh escaping me as I began to trudge back to my charges.

My conscience was right, as per usual. Since we had gotten here, though I hadn't really noticed, I'd been... Well, I'd been an ass. I was focused on moving on, and escaping this horrible part of my past as soon as possible... When really I should be focused on why I'm here in the first place. Them. My charges. Rarity and Fluttershy.

The two's gazed shifted to me as I closed in on them, stopping as they were as I made my way in front of them, looking to them softly. "W-what is it Omega?" Fluttershy asked.

Rather than answer, I took another step closer to the two, reaching both my arms out to Rarity. She didn't move, nor struggle, as I picked her up around her sides, below her forearms, and brought her to me. I held her against my chest, holding onto her around her back with one arm, and below her with the other, keeping her supported, and above water level. Considering how I'd been acting, I'd say that I'm the only one who deserves to be cold and wet.

As her warm body was met with mine, her forehooves circling around my shoulders as she added to her support, and a sigh escaping her as she placed her head over my shoulder, I glanced to Fluttershy. She was smiling, giving me a look of thankfulness, which I happily replied to with a smile of my own, before her wings unfurled themselves, and began to lift her.

Now, with Fluttershy flying by my side, and Rarity in my hold, the three of us made our way down the flooded hall, eventually reaching the closed metal vent. Water sloshing below me as I stopped, I slowly pulled one of my arms away from Rarity, her grip tightening to counteract the sudden loss of a chunk of her support; I put my hand to the vent, tightening my fingers around the metal covering's many openings. I kept on increasing the force behind my grip on the vent more and more, until, with a loud groan of the metal, it gave. The vent was crushed inwards, the small screws that were holding it in placing being snapped off of their hinges as I nonchalantly allowed the broken covering to splash into the water.

Turning to Fluttershy, I bobbed my head to the vent, my neck brushing against Rarity's as I signaled for her to enter. She gave a nod as she carefully flew herself over to the opening, landing in the narrow metal passageway with little to no trouble before taking a couple of steps inwards to make some room.

Shortly after, myself having bern satisfied with the space she had opened up, I began to lower Rarity in, her head turning to the vent and her hind legs extending outwards to meet the metal as I placed her in, Fluttershy watching on from behind as Rarity adjusted herself as well.

The two looked to me as they finished, Rarity gesturing to me to enter with a smile as I chuckled in return. I moved closer to the vent, placing my arms in it before, with a slight heave, I lifted myself inside. My legs and feet felt weighed down by the water, which harmlessly began to drip off as it met the air, but other than that, there was no real issue.

The vent made me feel claustrophobic, to say the least. Especially after I went through constantly having my Big Daddy armor getting itself stuck in narrow passageways and doors, kind of like my rivet gun was doing now, constantly needing my adjustment. Even Rarity and Fluttershy were affected by this issue, having to lower their heads slightly in response to the size of the vent.

Thankfully though, the vent was only small in height, rather than height and width. It was easily able to allow my charges to turn about on a whim, though I would have some trouble, and gave them more than enough space to move about their legs, while I had crawl on my hands and knees.

As the metal in the vent shifted and resounded to my weight, and that of my charges, I looked to both Fluttershy and Rarity, groaning for them to continue onwards. The two nodded, with Fluttershy turning herself about and beginning to take a few steps forward, and Rarity, to my confusion, simply staying put for a moment, just looking to me with a smile. Before I could groan out a question, I was surprised as the brief, soft sensation of her lips against my check brought a warmth throughout me, the light sound that came with it only seeming to better the feeling as Rarity quickly pulled back, looking to me with her two soft blue orbs.

"Thank you, darling. That was quite chivalrous of you." As a reply, I just chuckled, giving her move of my hand to say that 'it was nothing'. She giggled, myself only now noticing the small, yet present, red on her face, before she turned herself and began to follow after Fluttershy.

"There. Now, doesn't it feel better to do a nice thing?... Hello? ... Anyone there? ... Oh boy..."

Give me a moment, I just um... Actually, I don't know what's wrong with me right now... Huh.

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Aside from that... Er... Odd pause of mine, Fluttershy, Rarity, and I had made our way through the vent with relative ease. I would've preferred to have a little more space for myself, and my rivet gun, but it still wasn't much of a hinderance.

We walked on, or crawled on, in my case, through the ventilation system do what must have been half an hour, coming upon several twists and turns that made the whole scene feel as though we were making our way through a broken down roller coaster.

Time and time again, I would hear my charges whispering ahead of me, but I pushed it aside. If they wanted to talk in private, then I didn't see anything wrong with it. Another thing that seemed to happen over and over, was the fact that the two would often come to a stop when they thought themselves to be too far ahead, waiting for me with smiles as I caught up. Heh. They're acting better than I did earlier, that's for sure.

Eventually, as my knees were beginning to get sore and my shoulders were starting to cramp, the vents started to become more open. They lead to a much larger, square metal area, with several more ventilation shafts leading elsewhere.

Letting out a sigh, I was able to crouch for once, rather than crawl, as we made our way to the ventilation center. I stirred my shoulders as I took a glance to the center of the small cube, a single ventilation covering pointed downwards being there, small cracks of light coming through the room below.

I shuffled my way carefully past Fluttershy and Rarity, who watched me as I positioned myself next to the metal covering, looking through the many gaps in an attempt to see what was below.

Immediately, I was met with a small room, with two doorways leading outwards. Several pneumo-tubes, which were basically Rapture's way of delivering objects to and fro at great speeds, one of them severed, and a label having been placed over one of the four. 'Jet Postal', it read.

This was great news... Kind of. Jet Postal was Rapture's previous organizer of objects that were sent to and from different places and people through the pneumo-tubes. At least, until people started to get private pnuemos for themselves, putting the company out of business.

In other words, an out of business company, meant that it was old, and obselete. And where does most of the old and obsolete objects of this city go? There was no question about it, really. This was it. This, was Lower Rapture.

I gave a grunt as I moved one of my legs forwards, positioning it over the vent and, with one quick kick, sending it tumbling to the floor. I put myself in a seated position in the vent, my legs hanging out from the newly opened hole, before pushing myself out, and into the Jet Postal mail organization room.

Initiating the safety release on my rivet gun, I glanced to the girls and raised my hands to tell them to stay where they were. They nodded, myself quickly beginning to look around my surroundings once they did so.

With my rivet gun pointed outwards, I made my way around the room, checking every nook and cranny as I made sure that there were no splicers nearby. Once I did that, I moved to the halls that were around the room.

They were relatively clear, aside from some debris, and the occasional corpse, and there was even a gated door that sealed off the way in here, the only way to open it being from a nearby button. It wouldn't hold back a brute splicer, and certainly not the berzerker, but it would at least give some breathing room.

Though, there was... Odd about it. I couldn't really tell at first, but, the door was sparking slightly, seemingly stuck. I glanced down to the floor, to where the gate met it's railing, and felt my eyes widen at what was there.

A seemingly golden metal orb, with a circular reticle attached to the top. There was a small launcher on it, no bigger than the average man's thumb, and there several dart-like objects spread around it; Some broken while others seemed functional.

A remote hack tool. Well, five seconds in Lower Rapture and something good happens? That's a first. Though, I feel like this is a sort of... Pre-given apology gift from fate, for what was to come. Guess I'd have to wait and see.

I leaned over a small pile of debris in front of the door and reached my arm out, grabbing hold of several hack darts that I seemed functional while, at the same time, grabbing hold of the hack tool as well. I yanked out the tool from its jammed placement with ease, the gate finally coming to a complete close with a clang as I looked the object over... And nearly dropped it with a shudder.

For one reason or another, the entire bottom part of the thing was covered in, what seemed like, slime. It was groddy and cold, but after quickly shaking it off, I put it, and it's many darts, into our burlap sack of supplies.

This place seems clear, from what I can tell, so I guess that it's safe to call the girls down here.

I made myself back into the room from before, looking to the vent above me, where Fluttershy and Rarity could be seen, and giving the two a wave. As I walked below the vent, something caught my eye. A button to my left, connected to the system of pnuemos before me, and labeled 'Rapture Grocery And Supply'.

I wonder if this thing still works. Figuring I had nothing else to lose, I shrugged my shoulders and pushed the button. Quickly after, I heard a series of puffs and hisses as the pnuemo-tubes began to receive a delivery... Only, the ones that were connected didn't seem to be getting anything.

Letting out a sigh as a predictive thought came to mind, I risked a glance at the unconnected tube. Sure enough, it was shaking, and the sound of several clanging objects was coming through it...

Ugh, at least I knew it worked.

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As he watched the odd splicer fumble for cover, the metal tube shooting out several cans of food before they collided with a nearby wall, he couldn't help but to feel amused at the sight.

These splicers had been chasing him for years now, after all, and for him to see one at risk of getting hurt was a welcome sight. Still, like he had said to himself, the splicer was still very odd. He didn't seem nearly as disfigured as the others he had seen over his many years here, and for some reason, he also seemed to exude sanity; A quality that was near impossible to find anymore.

Of course, he could be wrong. There was no particular reason for him to believe that some random splicer that had come from above would be act any different than the others.

From his hidden position, he watched as the white haired splicer stood himself up, brushing off the dust that had now covered him as he made his way back below the vent he had come from, grumbling as he did so. Then, oddly enough, the splicer looked upwards, giving a nonsensical groan and a wave above him.

The hidden being felt as though he should roll his eyes at what he saw, now under the impression that this splicer was crazy after all... That is, until he saw something else make its way out of the vent.

A yellow furred creature, which he had never seen before, with wings and pink hair. Soon after, another came down, though it held a different appearance to it, including the lack of wings, but appearance of a horn. The splicer held out his arms for this one, since the other had just as easily flown down, and waited as the white furred creature leaped down, landing safely in his arms before it was quickly placed onto the floor next to the other.

The two gave the splicer smiles, and he gave one back. Not a sick, twisted smile of psychopathy, but a genuine smile. Even more surprising, he patted the heads of the two gently, earning soft giggles from them.

This splicer... Was strange. He had never seen this kind of behavior before. It was almost as if he actually cared for the well-being of the two creatures, though that was highly unlikely... Right?

The splicer moved his arm and bobbed his head, the two giving him a nod as they voluntarily began to follow. He reached for his arm and, with a flick of a switch that lied on the metal object secured around it, expanded the now-memorable weapon he had.

It was the same one that he had seen those metal beings from before use. What were they called again? 'Big Daddies'?

It would seem as though he would have to keep a close eye on the group.

Author's Notes:

Words to some up my thoughts on the chapter:
-...Asshole.
-D'awwww ^~^
-Don't push that button, its a trap!
-Who the fu-

Heh, yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Oh, and, since its been a while since we last did an inventory count for Omega, I'll put one up at the end of this note. On a sidenote, and mostly out of curiosity, Omega has shown a lot of personality lately, combat wise and socially. What would people think of him as? A defensive kind of fighter, or offensive? And what would be the reasons?

Inventory:
-Rivet Gun (24)
>Heavy Rivets (8)
-Proximity Mines (2)
-Hack Tool (3)
-First Aid Kit (1)
-EVE Hypo (5)
-Money (112)

I hope you enjoy. ^~^