[PS] Barracks

[Retane]

"Please remove all weapons from your person and place them on the counter", stated the Syntech drone, motioning to the table with a hand. The other hand was occupied holding an ever familiar collar. The mercenary winced at the command and looked down upon him. The items he had about him were extensions of himself. Each intracate weapon proved valuble at one time or another and he was fairly skilled with all of them.

Giving no sign of protest, the assassin first reached for his lower back, grabbing the twin rods, and a slightly smaller rod, and placed them upon the table. Next were the gauntlets, his hands slid over their smooth frame and with simple flicks of the fingers, the oversized cuffs fell with a clank. The mercenary paused for a moment, his eyes slightly shifting down toward his belt, where in a ppouch rested the Cards of Destiny. Retane had no plans of relinquishing his precious deck to anyone and figured they would come in handy within the Abyss. His eyes connected with the tall black haired human, letting him know that he was done.

A smile pursed the humans visage as he gave the assassin a sly look. He raised the collar and, with a simple gesture, offered for Retane to take it and put it on. The rogue did and caught the sinister glee within the Hosts eye and gave him a curious glance. Clasping the neck bomb around his flesh his suspicions that something was up with the Syntech soldier were comfirmed.

"Just so you know, if you are caught with any kind of weapon other then the ones in the Abyss, you're collar will explode, sending you to the after life. Are you sure that's all your weapons?" The soldier looked down at the belt, telling the namekian that he knew all to well what the pouch contained.

He hesitated, only for a moment but reached for the pouch and flipped it open, his slender jade appendages removing the Deck of Cards he so dearly cherished. He opened the box and produced two cards, the King of Hearts and Diamonds. The Suicide King and Killer King. Placing the remaining cards on the table, he fingered the Kings, noticing their ever so sharp edges. He looked back at the human and offered a freindly grin. "Every weapon right?"

The soldier nodded still grinning.

With a quick flash, and the simple flick of the wrists, both cards stuck into the edges of the table. Also upon the table were two new weapons, weapons given to Retane at birth. His hands seperated from his body with clean, smooth cuts of the cards.

Retane flashed an even bigger smile at the soldier. In turn the humans smile vansihed and showed pure disgust.

With a slight 'Hmph' of satisfaction, the namekian pushed past the soldier, and made his way to the barracks.

He shoved into the roomnot missing a beat and moved towards hit cot. Catching the eyes of a few, he understood that he had two trials of blood following him and conceentrated his energy in replacing his lost limbs. He knew that when the collar was active, his birth given gift would no longer be of any use to him. He made his way down the line. Letting out a slow growl as he felt his wrist begin to churn. By the time he reached his bed, his hands exploded out of his limbs, in a gush of blood. He tried to move his fingers but already knew they were numb and needed time to recooperate.

A quick glance around him showed him that him that he several people were around that he knew, his eyes first landing on Minoshia. Harsemen were dead. He had disbanded them. What did it mean then now? Were theycomrades still? Or perhaps enemies? In the Abyss it didn't matter, in the end everyone was enemies.