Risky Business: Epilogue of Epic Destiny

[size=4]Epilogue: Viva New Vegas[/size]

[i]Freeside

The King's School of Impersonation

New Vegas, Nevada, Post-war Wasteland[/i]

Night had already fallen over the city of New Vegas, and Sin City was illuminated once more by the giant flashing neon lights that could be seen for miles in the Mojave Wasteland. However, in the outskirts of the Vegas strip, a single building illuminated the streets of Freeside, the King's School of Impersonation. A building enshrined to a man only known as 'The King', where men spent their time singing, dancing, and even talking like their mysterious idol.

The inside of the building was rowdier than usual on this certain night, the cause being a small celebration of two women single-handedly negotiating one-sided deals with every major casino on the strip, which seemed to strike a good chord with Freeside citizens, who had always disliked the fancy casinos that they could not afford to enter.

Around a bar counter, just outside of a large stage room where a man stood before his audience, illuminated, singing 'Blue Moon', was Cetea T'Zumo and Azumi Ian, both had glasses of water, and were watching the show from afar, away from the large crowd that prevented them from hearing each other.

Cetea took a sip from her glass, "This has been a very eventful assignment, do you not agree?" She said, glancing at Azumi. She had worn her usual attire, only this time, her hair was now a dark red, and her eyes were green again.

"More or less, I'd say, yeah." Azumi had her helmet on the table beside her glass, picking it up and drinking some of it. She closed her eyes a moment, waiting just a bit before she drank. She wanted to make sure she could savor this, being one of her few times away. "I might be out a while. I've... had trouble that I'd like to deal with on my own. You understand, right? It's not this type of stuff." On that, she looked to the asari.

Cetea nodded, "I understand, although I hope you know that I am always open to talk." She said, taking another sip from her glass. While Cetea respected Azumi's privacy, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly was on the ODST's mind, and if she could help in any way. Though she tried to keep her curiosity stifled, lest she finally succumb and ask an insensitive question.

Azumi nodded slightly, just sitting a bit more. "Hey, I never really asked. What's it like, being a commando, anyway? I mean, I'm not one to talk about psychic powers -- that's how I see them, anyway. But I like to know what I can."

Cetea stared into her glass, wondering if she should answer Azumi's question, sighing, she looked up at the ODST. "Being a commando is considered a great honor, usually. We are considered the most efficient and lethal military force in the galaxy, and the bond that fellow commandos share runs deeper than family blood. Of course, I was always a lone operative, so I am only going by what my historian taught me." She said, leaning back on the counter as she began to remember the numerous assignments she had completed, and the exhilaration of the adventure that had came with each one.

"Would you also care to tell me what being an ODST means? I was fascinated by your motto, but I never really understood it." Cetea asked, having snapped back to reality.