Poškozená was tired of all the hovering. It had only been a bullet.
"Seriously, guys, I've been through worse! It didn't hit anything and the stitches will be removed soon anyways. Can't I go train?" South huffed for the hundredth time at the whining from the kid.
"No. You could damage it more if you strain the wound." She was sick of repeating this.
"Seriously? A week of being bed bound followed a week of light training for a stupid bullet?! I got a plasma sword to the leg three years ago. I only had a day of recovery before being sent back out. This is nothing! Please? Just a few hours of training?" Poškozená almost begged, going stir crazy after only a day. Maine growled.
"But I swear it won't strain the wound!" Poškozená whined.
"Absolutely no training until Medical says otherwise." Connie stated firmly.
"Fine. Can I at least have a data pad? I need to get work done and talk to some people from my home planet." Poškozená pouted. A nurse handed him one. He started to type away after entering a database they had never seen. He looked so young and old at the same time as he worked.
"How old are you anyways, rookie?" York asked.
"Almost 15. Been doing field work for 7 years or so. No! Why'd they send the group to that location! The orders were to avoid that spot until coronation day! Those idiots! Who would order such a thing that could decimate the planet and endanger many more." As he started to rant, his typing increased, his heart rate elevated, and the movement of troops across many planets and systems was visible.
"Really?" Maine grunted.
"Yeah. 15 in like six months, if I live that long." Poškozená absently stated.
"What game are you playing?" Florida asked.
"Not a game. Real problems. Probably the worst news ever. Of all time. Imagine the worst war in all of history then multiply it tenfold. The Generals have discarded orders that came from the highest levels and are trying to undo all the progress we've made since the UNSC stepped in and helped arrest the king. Those.... Glenda, open a channel to the High Priestess and the Council of Dreams." The whole med bay went silent at the tone of voice and the sound of a channel connecting. Multiple windows appeared, becoming 3D versions, almost like AIs but with all the correct colors.
An elderly woman appeared, followed by a mixed group of ten people in cloaks with their faces hidden, each with a different signet on their cloaks.
"High Priestess, there have been violated orders by three of the Generals. Council, this is a matter of preserving the lives of my people." There was no doubt that he was serious about whatever happened.
"David, as one of the... guardians of Vrah, I must ask you to remove the people around you." The Priestess hesitated at the rank of the rookie, peeking the Freelancers' interests tenfold.
"We do not have the time for secrecy. If they reach their goal, the planet will be in ruins and all those off world will be hunted down and slaughtered. Council, the information has been sent to you and to the High Priestess. I can no longer sit back and let the Generals run about, acting as they have." Poškozená stated loudly.
"Poškozená Útoku Strach, do you claim your birthright?" The elderly woman questioned as the council started to mutter to each other.
"I have already claimed it the day he was arrested. On the 18th winter will I fully inherit it all. Council, your vote. I will listen to all of your advice before I pass verdict." Poškozená offered. A cloaked figure came forward after a few tense moments.
"We will stand by your verdict, my lord." The council bowed. The elderly woman bowed before smiling at the teen.
"You have passed the test. Your verdict and solution will be completed now." The figured disappeared. Another figure appeared causing Poškozená to pale.
"You foolish child. You may have power and loyalty from the people but I have their fear. The troops have trained for me and many will die. It will be fun to play cat and mouse with you, my prince. The Field of Mourning will be filled with those who remain loyal to you. You are a coward, worthless and weak. If those two ODSTs hadn't have saved you those many years ago, I would be king and Vrah would rule the universe." The voice was sickly sweet yet made one's blood turn to ice. His ceremonial armor was dripping with blood. A blade was loosely held in his hand. "If I were you I would watch your back, little prince." The tablet went black and the teen started hyperventilate. 

Most of the Free Lancers were still shocked. North and South responded first. North reached his hand out to soothe the kid, causing the kid to absolutely flip and start to run out of the medbay. South anticipated this reaction and caught the teen in a restraining hug that was also comforting. All that most of them could do was watch as the kid screamed and struggled and bit and kicked and cried.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME GO! PLEASE NOT THE FACILITY! LET ME GO! PLEASE!?" North moved over and hugged the kid almost the same way that South was.
"Hey, kiddo. Remember those recordings we sent?" North probed softly. The kid only struggled harder, absolutely terrified. South huffed.
"Connie, check the tablet for messages from Earth." South called over the sound of the kid. Before Connie could move, Maine had the tablet up and the files pulled up. South looked to North, who simply nodded and tightened his grip while she made Wash listen to the heart beats of his two sponsors. He calmed a little. Maine hit play on one of the files after sitting in front of where the child was looking. This particular file was over eight years old.
The video feed showed the two ex ODSTs in a war zone, smiles on both faces.
"Hey, David! I guess we are your sponsors! You can call us whatever you want. Natasha may not want to be called mom so I'm going to dare you to call her that. Happy sixth birthday!" The recognizable face of North showed up. South glared at her brother.
"Whatever Peter. If you ever call me mom, than you got to call him dad. It's only fair! Happy birthday, sweetie. We sent you a bunch of gifts. Let us know if they don't arrive." South was gentle and she sounded like a mother talking to her scared child.
"So, this is the awkward stage of the video as we just finished the sponsoring paperwork. A man sent your records to us. Only what the planet allows us to know. Mr. And Mr. Smith were their names." North was rambling.
"Shut up, Peter. We can't wait to hear back from you! Message or video us whenever you want. We're here for you, David." The twins waved as the feed died.
Maine hit play on the next one. It was his response to that video. The response he saved but not the one he sent.
A small boy appeared, covered in bruises and burns. He didn't smile, in fact, he was crying.
"Hehello. Thank you for the blankets and this." He held up a pink bunny. "I've never gotten gifts before and you sent clothes for the winter. Thank you. I do not know anything about who you are? Is it okay to be scared. General Weindert trains me harder than others. He.. he tried to kill me today, mommy. I've never said that word before. Maybe I will say it more often." The quiet voice stopped instantly as a knock rang throughout the room. The kid's eyes flew to the door as he stood up.
"Get to the throne room in five minutes. If you do not arrive on time or don't look proper, you will be reeducated. The lesson of speed seems too hard for you, you worthless weakling." The voice of the General was heard. The young child nodded before rushing out of view to prepare. The kid appeared again, face clean. "I'll message you later, mommy." There was static before the kid appeared again, wearing a sweater that had KU on it.
"Hello, Miss Natasha and Mister Peter. Thank you for the gifts. They were amazing. I just got back from training. General Weindert is a strict teacher. We practiced orbital drops for hours today. The knife throwing was extremely difficult. I mastered the battle rifle. What is it like to travel? Mom, thank you for the blankets. Dad, thank you for the clothes. I have to go train." The camera turned off.
Maine pulled up a file that had been viewed almost every day since it was saved. It was a two way feed at about midnight on Vrah.
"Hhi. You said I could video whenever, ri-right?" The skinny boy who looked more beaten up almost whispered. The video on the other side lit up. The twins smiled at the boy, the wheat fields of Kansas in the background.
"Of course. Are you alright?" South asked softly.
"I'm scared, mommy. He's going to kill me. The two ODSTs are not in the Capital. Wha-what do I do?" The little child asked. North locked eyes with his twin.
"I'll be right back. I need to call them." North stated before disappearing from view. South sighed before facing the camera full on.
"Do you have anywhere to hide, sweetie?" South asked. The little boy shook his head no, tears pouring down his face. There was faint gunfire from somewhere on the boy's side. He was absolutely silent as he cried. South' face showed her heartbreak.
"I'm going to softly sing you to sleep. When you wake up, you will be safe and sound." She sang many songs being joined by North until a big Spartan squatted down to pick the sleeping child up. The Spartan II wrapped the kid in the blanket and grabbed the bunny before grabbing the pad.
"He is safe." The Spartan had mumbled before ending the call.
Maine simply glanced around as the kid had calmed down and was asleep or unconscious in the twins' arms.
"So, am I the only one who wasn't involved in anything related to Vrah?" Connie asked, annoyed.
"York and Carolina never set foot on that hellhole. Everyone else has been there or is in some way involved. What are we going to do with the kid for tonight?" Florida inquired.
"Me." Maine stated as he gathered the kid from the twins. They nodded to him.
"You keep him off the leg for the rest of the week." North stated.
"You better make sure he's not doing anything stupid, Matthias, or I will kill you." South hissed before they left. Maine sighed and carried his interesting roommate to their room. Agent Washington would not be training for a while.