Admiral Claudius Rodney stood silently on the bridge of his flagship,
the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Warspite. Through a
series of massive transparisteel view ports he observed the high volume
of traffic that navigated the trade routes surrounding Brentaal IV.
There were ships of every type plowing the hyperlanes in the Brentaal
system, but an increasing number of them were Imperial as of late. His
two hands were clasped at the small of his back as he stood there
watching the starships as he visualized the rivers of trade in space.
This activity always seemed to relax him.
Soft footsteps indicated the arrival of the ambitious operations
officer, Lieutenant Allegra Ames. The daughter of an influential
Senator, the young woman relished opportunities to brief the Admiral,
but the news she brought this day was sure to sour his impression of
her. A hand moved atop her head, pulling the cap from her head
nervously. She swallowed before speaking, trying to force some semblance
of a smile onto her attractive face. "Milord..." she began quietly,
lowering her head as her eyes sunk to the floor. She could not bring
herself to look the old man in the eyes.
Claudius sighed as his attention shifted from the tranquility of
space to the annoyance of the overeager Lieutenant. He turned
slowly, his dark eyes peering down at the young woman. There was a
strain in his face and visible dark spot beneath his eyes. The commander
was going without much sleep lately, and he was already hours late
returning to his private residence on Esseles. "Yes, Lieutenant?" he
asked as he brought his right hand up to the side of the arch of his
nose, scratching softly.
Allegra's hands twisted the cap she held firmly in her hands, as if
she were wringing out wet laundry. "There has been an attack, Milord..."
she stammered nervously, still refusing to look him directly in the
eyes. She had heard the stories of what happened to Major Kiley when she
brought him bad news. She had no intention of being his next victim and
her right hand hovered instinctively over her DH-17 blaster pistol.
Admiral Rodney angrily shook his head at the Lieutenant as he
looked passed her at the other bridge officers. They were all silent and
motionless, with their eyes nervously fixating upon him and Allegra. He
could only assume it was a particularly devastating attack on par with
the destruction of the garrison on Cormond. "If you are here to inform
me that General Zethe's new garrison has been comprised..." he said, his
voice raising sharply as his complexion began to redden.
Allegra swallowed nervously, feeling the eyeballs of the other
members of the crew on her she could no longer stall. Suddenly, her eyes
moved upward as she lifted her head to stare him directly in the eyes.
She decided to be quick as if she were pulling off a Band-Aid. "Milord,
the attack was on your family's estate on Esseles..." she explained
quickly, but before she could explain further the man exploded visibly
in front of her ... causing her to backpedal.
Claudius' jaw clenched angrily as he listened to the report from the
Lieutenant, the vein visibly bulging in his forehead. He took a step
towards her, his rarely seen menacing nature becoming visible on his
face. He stood directly on top of her now, his face lowering towards
hers as he glared down at her. "...my family?" he asked, turning his
head slightly to the left as he waited for her response.
Captain Tiberius Anson took a nervous step towards Admiral Rodney and
Lieutenant Ames, prepared to step in if necessary. The Corellian
gentleman would not allow a female member of his crew to be struck by
the Admiral for simply performing her duty. His eyes nervously moved
towards Commander Hood, whom he noticed did not have his back
if it came to blows.
"Your children are unharmed!" Allegra quickly blurted out as she
lowered her body mass to shrink away from the Admiral's dominance. She
was withholding vital facts, however, but made use of the Admiral's
temporary calm to move back towards the safety of the Captain.
"Unfortunately..." she added as her eyes rolled up towards Captain
Anson, before her gaze shifted back to the Admiral. "...your wife is
missing." Her eyes closed slowly, tightening as she prepared herself for
a possible attack.
"Missing?" the Admiral asked angrily as his hands subconsciously
balled into fists. His face began to twitch slightly as he considered
the news, fearing yet another attempt against his wife's safety. He
never should have allowed her off the safety of the Star Destroyer. He
leaned over the railing and glared down at the Chiss tactical officer.
"Contact Esseles. I wish to speak with Major Kiley ... immediately..."
he ordered, his head forcing itself in an emphatic nod.
Before Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca could respond, Lieutenant
Ames stepped forward again. There was one pleasant piece of information
that she had learned, however, and she was not the least bit timid about
revealing this news. "Major Kiley is in critical condition, Milord," she
explained, using every bit of her muscle control to avoid letting a
smile curl upon her face. She never could stand the woman and hoped that
the attack on Esseles would prove fatal.
Claudius' hands tightened around the bridge's railing, his knuckles
turning visibly white as he clenched the cold durasteel. If the
attackers had succeeded in breaching his security perimeter and
succeeded in disable his trusted bodyguard he was dealing with more than
a band of pirates trying to collect a ransom. He suspected the Rebel
Alliance's involvement in this attack and he immediately swung to the
other side of the railing to menacingly bark and order to the youngest
member of his bridge crew. "Lieutenant Sheppard ... set a course for Esseles and engage the hyperdrive when ready..." he ordered as he
slammed a clenched fist down upon the railing above Bethany's head.
Lieutenant Sheppard gasped softly as she viewed the Admiral's
anger finding its way in her direction. She had never received an order
from him directly before. The more she thought about it ... the more she
felt the two had never even addressed one another. She staggered back,
unable to speak, unable to look at him in the eyes. She backed up
against the control panel, her head moving up as her eyes desperately
sought out Captain Anson for guidance.
"Lieutenant!" Claudius shouted angrily as he leaned over the
railing to point an angry finger at her menacingly. "You have your
orders. Do not look to him. Execute my command!" he commanded, spittle
flying from his mouth as he shouted, descending towards her like tiny
raindrops. He was about to jump over the railing and operate the
controls himself when he felt movement behind him.
Captain Tiberius Anson placed a reassuring hand on the Admiral's
shoulder as he attempted to calm him and change his rash thinking.
"Milord," he began calmly as he tried to reason with the man. "...we are
needed here to monitor the hyperlanes. Lieutenant Trainor can have a
ship prepped in moments and we can get you to Esseles just as quickly,"
he explained, his voice calm and quiet, speaking almost directly into
his ear so that the other members of the crew would not think he was
going against his commander's orders.
Admiral Rodney cringed as the Captain's hand touched down upon his
shoulder and he pulled away uncomfortably. "Captain Anson," he said
angrily, his voice making their conversation noticeably less private.
"You have a daughter. You had a wife once. We must bring the full might
of the Warspite to bear against this situation..." he explained
as his eyes once again moved down to the young woman.
Captain Anson sighed as he realized the Admiral's position could not
be swayed. Shaking his head slightly, he turned to the railing and
looked down at Lieutenant Sheppard. He paused for a moment and his
eyes closed slightly before he nodded his head affirmatively. "Set a
course for the Essesia system," he said slowly, before moving away from
the railing to converse with Lieutenant Ames. "Send for Doctor Tohan..."
he whispered quietly to Allegra as his eyes roamed back to the Admiral.
"At once, Captain," Allegra said quietly as she hurried off the
bridge towards one of the nearby turbolifts. In the back of her mind she
worried that this would begin the end of the Admiral's command, which
troubled her as she had not been given an opportunity to manipulate his
second-in-command. She could only hope the matter would resolve itself
before all of her plotting and scheming would be invalidated.
In the crew pit Lieutenant Sheppard spun around and her hands
moved swiftly over the controls. She closed her eyes and swallowed,
trying to do her best to regain her composure. The navigation computer
needed only a moment to download the coordinates for the nearby Essesia
system, and her attention shifted to the hyperdrive controls. "Hyperdrive
engaged!" she announced excitedly as she thrust her hand forward on the
controls, sending the massive hull of the Warspite surging
forward into hyperspace. The sudden and unexpected jolt would be felt by
all aboard the vessel.
Several hours had passed and Htaere had been moved in a cold, dark
room about the Guardian-class light cruiser Forbearance.
The room had a metal plank that served as a bed and had neither mattress
nor sheet. There was a metal table and two chairs in the center room and
only one light, that barely seemed to illuminate the small, cell. The
most visible feature was a large one-sided transpirsteel window that
allowed the ISB to observe her, without Htaere being able to observe
them. While the vessel had retreated from the Essesia system and the
scene of their crime, Htaere's body had been unceremoniously dumped in
the room without any medical treatment. They would wait for her to wake
up on her own to begin the interrogation.
From the dark recesses of her unconscious mind, Htaere's hearing was
the first to surface, followed by voluntary thought, and soon
thereafter, her eyelids twitched. Slowly they opened, taking a few
moments for her focus to return. Her mind raced as it processed her
location, taking in the strange surroundings while simultaneously
recalling the events that had led to the current moment. Her body ached
horribly, as did her head neither of which she could explain. Slowly she
tried to push herself up, her motion occasionally grinding to a halt as
she hit a painful point in her range of movement. Taking the room in,
she felt her heart rate skyrocket again. A part of her simply could not
decide if she was really dreaming.
The door to the room opened quickly, revealing the familiar, but
unwelcome sight of Major Arden Zevrin. She was followed by the
disturbing sight of a hovering IT-3 Interrogator droid, which followed
behind her like a faithful pet. If Htaere were not so naive, the mere
presence of the droid might cause her to reveal the information the
Major wanted. As they cleared the threshold, the door snapped closed
behind her, sealing them in the small room. "Sleep well..?" she asked,
one gloved hand moving to the back of the one of the two chairs in the
room. Slowly she dragged the chair across the room, the metal on metal
screech causing a shrill noise to flood the entire room. She laughed
slightly, allowing her womanly form to gently cascade down into the
chair. "Were you a member of the Rebel Alliance before you met the
Admiral ... or did they corrupt you after you got here?" she asked,
setting down her recording rod on the table that was adjacent to her.
She tilted her head to the left, offering a fake smile as she waited for
Htaere winced at the sound of metal on metal. She blinked at the
officer strangely, still trying to gather her bearings. "I...am
Hapan..." she said, eyes flashing towards the strange droid. "Before I
met the Admiral, I was in Hapes." She struggled to get to her feet,
grasping for the edge of the table for assistance.
Arden laughed slightly, shaking her head at the dimwitted Hapan. Her
hands moved to one another as she slowly peeled each of the leather
gloves from her hands and tossed them aside on the nearby table. A hand
then rose to the top of her, pulling off her uniform cap and then
tossing it with the gloves. Her head shook side to side as she lowered
her long, blonde hair. She would take her time and she wished to be
comfortable. "So you joined the Rebel Alliance after you arrived in the
Ringali Shell..?" she asked as she took a moment to run her uncovered
hand through her voluminous hair.
Htaere's head cocked, confused. "I am not, nor have I ever been a
apart of the rebellion. Claudius says they are terrorists." She thought
for a moment, padding carefully to the other chair and drawing it out
from the table. Smoothing her dress, she sat down. "I do not understand
what is happening. Why do you think I am a spy?" she heaved a sigh,
rubbing the mysterious sore spot on her side. Even in the sterile and
ominous walls with dirt on her gown and her face livid, Htaere still
looked regal and graceful, the gem in her forehead still glowing softly.
"It seems that your husband may have some sense left in that washed
up brain of his..." Arden said cruely as she leaned forward on the chair
to glare at the Hapan more intently. As she fully expected the Hapan to
be executed for her crimes, she had no objection to speaking her mind
freely. "I have all the evidence I need to convict you..." she said
smugly, her hand moving to pull a datapad from a pouch on her utility
belt. "However, it will take a confession to appease the doddering old
fool you married..." she said angrily as she hurled the datapad at
Htaere angrily. "Sign it and you will die painlessly..." she promised,
doing her best to offer a genuine smile. She was lying of course, but
she would attempt to be merciful if it would make the matter pass more
Htaere flinched, turning her head to protect her face from the
datapad that flew at her. She let it drop to the floor, gazing at it
before looking at the Major, studying her strange colored uniform. "I
shall not confess to something I did not do. I am 'not' a spy" she
maintained. "Please, if you speak with him, he will verify this."
"The old fool would verify your identity as the Grand Vizier of the
Galactic Empire at this point..." Arden said mercilessly, shaking her
head at the ignorant Hapan woman. She viewed this woman in the same
light as the Admiral's adopted Squib child, but she was beginning to
think the Squib might be slightly ahead of the woman. "You have
bewitched him and used him to turn over valuable information to the
Alliance..." she reiterated, her right hand raising slightly as she
pointed with two fingers towards Htaere.
The IT-3 Interrogation droid slowly floated towards Htaere, two
electrodes emanating from the droid's spherical body as it moved
directly in front of her. Electricity began to flow through the
electrodes, causing sparks to fly from each tip. Suddenly it surged
forward, attempting to jab both of the electrodes into the young Hapan
woman's left arm for a period of six seconds.
"How dare you speak of him as such. I have turned over nothing. I do
not involve myself with Imperial business" she answered, becoming
frustrated. Her attention was pulled towards the electric current
jumping off the probe tips. As the droid moved towards her, she jumped
slightly, startled by the sudden movement. What she didn't expect was
the contact it made, pumping the current into her via the probes pressed
to her arm. She leapt from her chair, crying out in pain and slapping at
the droid with her right hand to end the pain. "What are you doing?!"
she yelled towards the blonde haired woman, her expression genuinely
hurt as she realized the last pangs of diplomatic resolve to this issue
were disintegrating, if they ever existed.
Arden did not flinch as the Hapan made her dramatic outburst, calmly
crossing her left leg over the right as a small smirk curled upon her
Kuati lips. "Now, now ... that is not very becoming of a Lady," she
snickered softly, wagging her left index finger at the droid as she
ordered it to cease activity for the time being. "That was the low
setting," she explained as she looked down at the nail on her right
index finger ... she needed a new manicure. She sighed, more at the
state of her nails than the situation with Htaere. "Oh," she said as she
refocused herself on the Hapan, her eyes rolling towards the droid. "It
has the ability to burn very flesh from your bones," she explained in a
cold, calculating voice. "I had the opportunity to demonstrate it on
your lapdog many years ago..." she recounted, the cruel grin seeming to
"You...are the one who tormented Kerrie?" she asked slowly, backing
towards the wall as her eyes vacillated to the droid nervously. "You
should be ashamed that the staple of your alleged 'career' " as she said
the word, Htaere put an edge to her tone "is brutality. How gauche and
very working class" she finished, a feisty gleam in her eyes. She was
Hapan after all.
"Major Kiley was once a valuable Bureau resource..." Arden explained
as she relived past memories during her time under mentor, Wulf Yularen.
"...she failed me, however, as she failed you just now on Esseles..."
she added, snickering softly as she considered the fate of her old
operative. Pity that such a resource was wasted, but she was not herself
lately. "This time she paid with her failure with her life..." she
recounted, shaking her head in disappointment as she offered a fake
"Kerrie has never failed me" Htaere countered quietly. She reflected
on her last sight of Kerrie, the major's lifeless body laying in the
grass. Htaere's eyes clamped shut to snuff out any tears that may be
starting. "You will be held accountable for all of this when light is
shed on the mistake you have made" she remarked. "Then we shall see
who's career ends in death."
"Oh I intend to be held solely accountable for this ... triumph,"
Arden said confidently as her hand subconsciously moved to the badge of
red and blue squares affixed to the left breast of her tunic. "Hmm..."
she murmured quietly as she observed it and began to daydream. "I expect
to be a full Colonel after this. It is not every day someone catches the
most successful spy in an Imperial Oversector," she explained to Htaere,
quite proud of her accomplishments.
"I am afraid that your expectation is nothing more then a lofty
delusion" Htaere answered, finding her own amusement in how catastrophic
this woman's failure will be when the facts come to light. "It will be
disappointing for you I am sure. I suspect the mere retention of your
job will be slim to none in chance."
"You will not be alive to see it," Arden said calmly as she rose from
the chair. She took a moment to adjust her cream-colored tunic as she
walked across the room to where Htaere had carelessly discarded her
datapad. She sighed, bending at the waist as she scooped it off the
ground. She studied the text for a moment and raised her right eye brow.
"Hmm. Typo..." she commented to herself before suddenly and unexpectedly
swinging it towards Htaere's face in an attempt to catch her off guard
and smack her senseless.
Missing any clue completely, Htaere stood where she was, perfectly
still as a target. Without so much as a fraction of a second to react,
the blow Htaere dead on, busting the flesh as it snapped her head to the
side. The youngster cried out in pain, staggering at the loss of her
equilibrium. With one hand on the wall she guided herself to the corner
where she turned her back to it.
Arden held the datapad, which made quite the makeshift weapon, as she
turned to watch the young woman cower in the corner. "Pathetic..." she
commented as she placed the datapad back on the table. Her fingers moved
towards the woman again as she sat once again, but this time she found
herself on top of the table, casually swinging her legs back and forth
beneath it as they hung below her.
The IT-3 droid moved, this time a single probe moving from the
droid's body. There was no electricity this time, instead the tip of the
probe simply glowed an ominous shade of red that clearly indicated it
was scorching hot. The probe surged towards the small of her back,
attempting to burn right through her clothing and burn her flesh below.
The moment before the hot iron made contact, Htaere's breath locked
in her throat, eyes desperately trying to focus as she tried to shift
away from it. The sensation was excruciating as the fabric and flesh
melted on contact. This time Htaere's screams echoed further beyond the
walls. On the verge of meltdown, a fleeting last opportunity presented
itself, and in a brazen move, Htaere lunged for the chair she had
previously been seated in, grabbing it white-knuckled and in a
spectacular and surprising spin, pulled the chair with the upward
momentum straight for the droid.
Arden's hand again moved away from Htaere as she watched the droid's
movements with sheer delight. It was always fun when they chose not to
cooperate. After all, she had used considerable resources in undertaking
this mission and it seemed a shame to wrap it so quickly. "Who is your
contact in the Rebel Alliance? Where do you meet with them?" she asked a
series of quick questions, hoping that some tidbit of information would
escape Htaere's dimwitted lips.
Htaere let the chair rest for a moment as she caught her breath,
glaring at the woman. "There is no contact. I am not a spy."
Arden moved her left hand up to the bridge of her nose and rested her
head for a moment, letting out a deep and tired sigh. "If you think your
defiance will somehow earn you my respect ... you are mistaken," she
said as she slid forward on the table, letting her feet plop down on the
deck. Without uttering another a word, she walked briskly from the room,
exiting through the door that quickly resealed behind her. The droid,
however, remained. From the adjoining room she would watch through the
transparisteel, hoping she would have more to convict her than merely a
n illicitly-obtained data disk.
Htaere watched the woman leave, a near hysteria starting to bubble up
inside of her. Her glossy grey eyes moved to the droid, watching it
skeptically. Her fingers still curled around the back of the chair, she
gripped it tightly, waiting for the droid to move within range.
Using a control panel in the adjoining room, Arden manipulated the
IT-3 droid to do its bidding. A syringe extended from the droid that
seemed to have an unending series of protruding tools that aided in its
interrogation techniques. As it moved menacing close towards her, the
droid attempted to plunge the syringe into her upper back and inject her
with a powerful hallucinogen. Arden could only smile behind the
transparisteel, nodding confidently to the other ISB operatives who were
huddled in the room.
Htaere's brow furrowed, her teeth gritted. Again she gathered her
strength and swung the chair at the droid like a giant paddle.
The droid was rattled by the swat, flying back against the far wall
and shattering in a fierce electrical display. The debris sprinkled down
the deck like snow flaked, causing Arden to sigh in frustration in the
other room. She snatched an E-11 blaster rifle from one of the
Enforcement operatives hands and fiercely exited the room, wasting no
time in re-entering Htaere's cell. Deactivating the safety, she
double-checked that the weapon was set to stun and leveled it at
Htaere's chest. "I will sent the bill for that droid to your husband..."
she commented as she took a step closer towards the Hapan.
Htaere's eyes focused on the blaster muzzle before lifting to the
agent's face. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, sizing her up. "Let me go.
I am innocent. I want to go home" she stated loudly.
Arden had no time for the Hapan's attempts to plead with her, and the
soft flesh of her delicate fingers wrapped around the trigger of her
confiscated E-11. An expansive coil of blue energy emerged from the
barrel, heading directly towards the cowering Hapan noblewoman. She had
done enough for the first day.
Htaere's body instantly went slack, relaxing into deadweight and
dropping to the floor with a resounding 'smack'. The young woman would
come to realize that the unconscious state was preferable to the
conscious one in this hell.
Arden walked over towards the shatter remnants of the IT-3
Interrogation droid and let out a dejected sigh, shaking her head in
disgust. "Someone clean up this mess," she ordered to no one in
particular as she moved towards the table. She placed her gloves inside
of her cap, using it to carry her accessories as she began to move from
the room. "...and bolt the chairs to the floor," she bellowed, moving
through the small light cruiser towards a compartment where she could
Usually, Inquisitor Thanor would be shadowing the good Admiral on all
occasions when the man was on duty, but just recently she had come into
the possession of a creature that she was oddly fascinated with. This
beast being a shadow Nexu that she had spent the good portion of the day
attempting to domesticate with little success. Serine stood confidently
in the center of her room focused upon the freshly wounded creature
before her, enticing it to attack her. The chambers had been completely
trashed. Deep claw marks were imbedded in the walls, flooring and even
the ceiling, All of the furniture was a splintered mess, the bed was
shredded and in some areas, pools of blood had collected. The creature
snarled in both rage and pain towards the woman as it readied yet
another attack. Serine's method was simple, to continuously beat the
Nexu into submission until it could no longer even stand to lunge at
her. She figured only then would it respect, fear and follow her orders.
As the Nexu sprang towards her once again, the ship reared
suddenly, shoving both the creature and Serine up against the wall of
the room with a thud. The contact with the wall was not severe enough to
halt the feline's advancement, allowing it just enough opportunity to
bite down upon the Inquisitor's thigh. Caught by surprise with the
ship's lurch, she was unable to effectively prevent the attack causing
her to scream as numerous teeth sunk into her flesh. Her eyes gleamed
with fury and agony as Serine began to viciously pummel the creature
with her fist over and over again until both her hand and the Nexu's
face was covered in bright crimson. It had no choice but to finally give
up Serine's leg. With a gurgled whine, it slumped into a slowly growing
pool of its own blood that oozed from the many lacerations on its face.
And yet, Serine's house plant was miraculously unharmed.
As the Warspite traveled through hyperspace the Admiral was
poised on the end of the long walkway that spanned the bridge. His face
was pressed almost directly against the transparisteel viewport, looking
out at the blue hyperspace corridor they were passing through. He felt
every inch he moved closer brought him closer to the recover of his
Lieutenant Allegra Ames quietly stepped up behind the Admiral,
carrying an ornate, silver tea service. Mixed with the tea was a mild
sedative provided by Doctor Tohan, who believed the best course of
action was to medicate him without his direct knowledge. "Tea,
Milord..." she said as she offered him a cup of it, doing her best to
smile at him and seem the polite, well-mannered woman that her father
often described her as.
The Admiral turned suddenly and swatted the tea away from her, in no
mood for refreshments. "You should be at your station gathering
information on the space traffic that has passed through the Essesia
system in the past twenty-four hours. Not doing your half-assed
impersonation of a waitress, Lieutenant!" he snapped angrily as he
turned his glance away from her and stared off through the viewport
Allegra sighed as the tea splattered across her uniform, causing the
work the young Ensign had done to make it look immaculate go to waste.
The silver platter crashed on the deck in front of her, causing a loud
and uncomfortable *clang* to erupt through the bridge. She grumbled as
she got down on her hands and knees and began to clean up the Admiral's
mess. Someone of lower rank was going to pay for the insult she had just
been subjected to. As she lifted the debris she shrugged to the Captain,
the Doctor's plan failing miserably.
The ship lurching before was curious... she needed to investigate
what the situation was on the bridge... but she was hardly presentable.
Taking a look down at her battered armorweave, she noticed huge gash
marks in her suit that exposed severed flesh and she was bleeded. But
nonetheless, she was far too determined to do her proper duties aboard
this vessel and she couldn't let a newfound pet distract her. The Nexu
laid beaten and defeated at her feet, saturated with the blood around
it, and its breathing was uneven. Perhaps the beast had learned that
fighting her was a losing strategy. She would afford it some kindness,
petting the black fur boldly, knowing full well that the creature was
far too exhausted and in pain to resist. Despite that she looked like
something the cat dragged in, literally, the Inquisitor exited the
demolished room to limp slowly down the corridor, leaving drops of blood
ever so often, some of it was hers, some of it was the Nexu's, and she
made a mental note to visit the good Doctor Tohan after she found
out what the issue was on the bridge. After some time, she finally
arrived, looking terrible, but that didn't distract from her sharp
attention. "Please inform me on the situation, Admiral."
The Admiral turned his head slowly, looking down at the young
Inquisitor. disdainfully. She looked terrible and had no place on his
bridge if she was going to present herself in such a manner. "Inquisitor
Thanor!" Claudius said as he took a step away from her to prevent any of
her blood from spilling on him. "Before you set foot on this bridge you
will see that you are made to look presentable," he warned her, his
attention immediately drifting from her to stare back out the viewport
Rodney was in a rare mood obviously, something was definitely
perturbing him and he was withholding that information. However, he was
correct, Serine should not be bleeding on the bridge, though the
situation had hardly afforded her a chance to freshen up. Eyes scanned
the bridge, nothing seemed to be out of order, at least nothing she
could see. "Very well, I will return." The Inquisitor abruptly turned to
head off to get medical attention.
Admiral Claudius Rodney lowered his head slightly as he forced
himself to stay awake. He was beyond exhausted and not eaten since this
ordeal began. His wife was out there in the darkness in the hands of an
unknown force. He had no idea what horrors she was being subjected to
and he felt powerless to help her. He had failed to protect her and it
was not the first time. He did his best not to cry as he stood there on
the bridge surrounded by his officers, but on the inside he was being
torn apart. "I am coming for you, Htaere..." he vowed, actually speaking
it aloud as he raised his head to stare into hyperspace.