//------------------------------// // The Taco // Story: A face doesn't tell you who you are // by xluferx //------------------------------// Christopher is one of the few Sentinels which have the good luck to share the watch post with an intellectual and also technician Sentinel, he really never cared about learn the name of the Sentinel who was working for the last 2 years so he called him with a nickname; Ghost. Ghost always bring something new for the watch post either bought or invented, the last thing Ghost brought was a broken Jukebox which Ghost repaired after he patrolled the area. Now Chris takes full advantage of that old music player, because now he has background music as he relaxes on a hammock. ‘’The Beatles… I should search more of their albums when my shift is over… I bet Ghost would pay well for one them’’ But he knows better, Ghost explained to him that the Jukebox is the old version that works with CDs and nowadays getting a functional CD is like travel to the other side of the world. ‘’Meh, he will pay me even more if I manage to get one’’ he mutters as he moves his body for a more comfortable position. When the finds the perfect position his eyes started to feel tired, it should be uncomfortable to everybody to sleep with a mask on, but he grew accustomed, the only moments when he takes off his mask is when he needs to eat and sometimes for smoke the good stuff; although he prefers to mix everything and then burn it in a small pot to acclimate the place despite Ghost constant complains about the smell. Yes, he also takes a bath with the mask on… though there is times that he takes it off for clean give his face a proper cleaning. When he was about to reach the dreamland his brain sent a command to his eyelids to shoot open for a simple reason, he needed to check on the winged purple unicorn. His hand passed through his hair in annoyance, as he got up from the hammock. Christopher remembers that is the fault of the small equine the fact that he had to follow his best friend’s advice in give up all of the Good Stuff, and he means ALL the Good Stuff. Besides Chris is pretty sure that it was thanks to the drugs effect of why he supposedly heard the animal mutter. But he is completely ignorant to the truth. The Sentinel searched around the small room where he sleeps for any kind of blanket to protect the new specimen from the cold, after all his watch post is near the country that used to be Canada. But to be honest Christopher is a bit greedy, he doesn’t want a sick animal because those nerds from New York would pay him less for it and also he would need to take care of it in a whole new level. The frustration was growing as he searched for the blanket, he sighed trying to calm himself. ‘Wow it seems that I was really dependant of that Stuff’ He opted to stretch his arms as a relaxation technique until he heard the satisfactory pops from his joints ‘Well that’s better, maybe this is the start of a new chapter of my life’ The final part made him ponder for while Being calm helps people to complete with ease what he or she was doing because if they are angry or frustrated the things will get worse that’s why Chris managed to find a blanket for the winged unicorn… just a little horse. Although the blanket is poor maintained and dirty it can do its work rather well. With the blanket on his hands he went outside in direction toward where he left the pony sleeping. Outside he heard the faint sound of a waterfall, that sound made him give a slight smile behind his mask, it also made him remember those happy moments when all of his family was with him. They used to live happily in The Colony 24 or also called Duluth, his father was a Sentinel like he is now, his mother was a Tailor and his older sister was a former Ranger. Everything was happy, until The Insurgents came…. Christopher shook his head dispersing his past; it seems that those memories don’t want to leave him alone even if it had been a decade. It wasn’t a long walk before he his eyes caught the sleeping form of the little purple pony. There he gets closer and put the blanket around covering all of its body including its wings, which he noticed that one of them was in strange shape. ‘’It seems that I need to read one of those books about birds anatomy that Ghost always bring with him’’ It’s true, the favorite hobby of the Sentinel named Ghost is watch birds but how this zone lack of them, he always travel to the Colony 7 where there are a lot of different kind of birds. When he was about to leave an almost evil idea popped up, and he couldn’t wait to turn that idea in reality. It took him more time that he expected to take but at the end it was worth the wait. ‘’If this was consumable I would have eaten it right away’’ He wrapped the new animal in such form to recreate a Taco. He is so proud of himself right now that wanted to celebrate with a good meal for dinner now that the sun is setting, but before he needs to activate the device that keep the wolves away though there haven’t been a sight of a pack for a long while, still better safe than sorry. Despite that he didn’t want leave purple thing alone for other reasons for example; he needs to be there in case that the animal panicked, albeit that situation would be his fault because he made the taco after all. At least there are a lot of leaves scattered on the ground to make an improved blanket and also a pillow that accompanied with the warmth of his gear the cold wouldn’t be problem for him. Walking a few feet away he finds a nice spot to sleep and immediately the gathering of the leaves begin. But it stopped when he recalled something of utter importance. ‘’That rodent is fucking dead tomorrow morning’’ Then he went to sleep, despite moon haven't replaced the sun yet. ‘‘AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!’’ The sudden scream of help made Chris eyes shoot open, without hesitation he propelled his body with the aid of both of his arms scattering all the leaves that were working as a provisional mattress. How he left his primary weapon in the watch post the only weapon available at the moment was his combat knife which he have already unsheathed. With a firm grip on the knife he rushes to the scream’s source and judging for its tone the owner is a girl. But when he arrived to the source he is left bewildered. The girl that screamed was in fact the pony who right now is struggling free from the dirty blanket. His mask almost fell off.