Vre'Zethara, the veteran Deepthought. That was his name, and one he worked hard to obtain. He hurried down the hallway. The bright metallics of the [i]Tiger Shark[/i] clinted in his eyes. It was a brand new warship, and he wasn't quite used to it. The halls twisted and turned.He hoped he was going the right way. As he turned a corner his fears were washed away with a sigh of relief. The door in front of him was where he needed to go. It was only a few meters away, he could make it...
A large, battlesuited figure stepped in his way. The figure had the Light brown of the Tau army, but bore the white and maroon of the war commander, O'Shassera. The figure's voice was harsh and electronic, His tone hinted that his day was not pleasant and that he truly did not want to be messed with. "What are you doing here young squad leader?" Zethara was a bit surprised that the bodyguard knew that he was a squad leader. It was then that he remembered his hair was still tied up with the bands and rings of a shas'vre, War veteran. Most Shas'vre's were squad leaders, so he had made an accurate assumption.
Zethara's voice sounded weak in comparison to the huge bodyguard and he suddenly wished his battlesuit was not in the repair bay, then he could be the equivalent to this monstrous soldier. But he was in his robes, not in the battlesuit. "I came to see O'Shaserra." His voice did not quiver, even a little. He held up a small computer chip. "I wish to go over the new battle plan I have developed." The bodyguard seemed to think for a minute. He held out his hand and motioned for Zethara to hand over the chip.
Zethara was hesitant, but handed over the chip. The last thing he needed was an arguement with the bodyguard. Any thoughts of treachery would result in him destroying the chip. The bodyguard lifted his hand and closed it gently around the chip as if it would be destroyed by the slightest pressure. "I will give it to her." The bodyguard motioned for him to leave. As Zethara walked away he entered the room.
A few minutes later a call came in. His battlesuit was finished and he was requested n the repair bay to test pilot it, make sure everything worked. THis would get his mind off of the battle plan chip, but only for a few short moments. As he arrived in the repair bay, his team was already waiting. His battlesuit was the only unoccupied. He stared up at the glinting blue-gray and orange of the suit. It reflected his home planet's sept, or army.
His suit was lighter than most. He had fitted it with two fusion blasters- one on each arm -and a multi lock targeting system. It was the master suit of the squad, in his opinion. He entered the suit and it hummed to life. The targeting reticules appeared. The shields started up, the suit came to life. Zethara stood up, the suit did as he did. He ran into the testing room, his squad shortly behind him.
The test targets instantly appeared. Zethara's fusion blasters tore them apart. The suit functioned better than before. He continued to roll, duck, dodge, and fire. Commanding his squad through it all. It wasn't the hell of the battlefield, it was far too entertaining, but it was enough for him to pull the suit to its fullest. The test ended quickly, and Zethara stepped out of it. He sighed. "It works." he walked out of the room.