>>5185045From your position you could see the city skyline in the light of day, above the clouds it seemed as if the enormous skyscrapers grew from balls of cotton. It reminded you faintly of the dream. The old memory. You only assumed it was the Half-Soul's. It could have belonged to
<span class="mu-r">She</span> but you weren't sure. "Don't be shy now Morty. I'm sure you'll both get along great." The woman said cheerfully, pulling your attention back. In the center of the floor a tinted black square sat, the head office you assumed. She led you towards it, stopping along an indistinct wall. "He'll call you in when he's ready." She said with a cheeky wink and turned to leave.
You sat in the wheelchair twiddling your thumbs, the daunting space looming over you. Your thoughts wandered from anxiety to boredom as almost ten minutes passed since the doctor descended. A hiss of compressed air made you jump and turn as the smooth wall divided itself with almost no provocation on your part. "Ah verflixt! I'm sorry, Herr Mortimer! Please come in. The Doctor Yumigawa is as speedy as always." The voice crackled with the telltale sign of audio artifacting that only electronic voices possess. You wheel yourself into the room, deep orange lights illuminate the interior. The walls seemed to stretch beyond their boundaries, as if they were the very reaches of space. Starless and void. The presence of an ivory desk at the far end stood out like a meteor in space, the very floor just as expansive.
Yet just as real, you worried for a second as you wheels rolled onto the tiled ground. A figure stood over the sleek furniture, he looked up and watched you roll in. You thought it was a man. But as your eyes adjust to the dark you make out the strange figure clearer. "Von gott! Herr Mortimer? Are your legs still offering you trouble?" The voice played out through countless hidden speakers, across the main body. The Black and white body of the Over-Marshal was an imitation of humanity. You were unsure how, but you were certain most of his body was constructed from Star metal. Xeno-Alloys and Terran equivalent bound by bolt and joint. As pale as porcelain a face. His synthetic body was as black as night. It matched the room's design. You had never seen anything like him. "Do you require aid? Herr Mortimer?" The skeletal creature projected as it stalked around the table on long legs. Your eyes wouldn't leave him. "I'm f-fine, thank you. It's good to meet you, I am Corporal Mortimer. Emperor Class Pilot."
