Fic: Arc (cont.)
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jeriendhalYep, finally got enough written down to make it worth posting the next part.
Testimony of Deesix Whitepelt as presented to the Galactic Sapiens Alliance Truth and Reconciliation Committee, cont.
I think at that point we were ready to break. There had been euthanasias before, but nothing like this, nothing en masse like this. If no one had said anything they probably would have all slunk back their dorms, to be killed like their mates. So I said something.
“Okay, move it!” I shouted. “They’re gone, you’re not. You want to get back at the ones who did this or do want to just lay down and die like they want you to?”
I didn’t know where we were going to go at this point. Escape seemed unlikely even if we could reach that ship Marty had been talking about. But I knew if we stood still we’d die for certain. So I had to make them angry, angry enough to keep following us.
* * *
“We’re not heading towards the docks,” she pointed out.
“The docks aren’t what we need right now. If we just try to leave with those that are still behind us, we have accomplished very little. We must leave with everyone,” Marty said. He let his chair glide to a halt as they approached a section marked CRECHE FACILTY. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. There were two creo guards outside it, armed with stunners only. Whitepelt imagined that not even the Wise Masters were mad enough to permit heavier weapons near such a precious area.
“Halt!” one of the guards called out. “Entry to this area is restricted!” He looked nervous, she thought, his eyes flicking to the rifle in her own arms.
“We need to get inside,” Marty said, in his level, calming tone. “There are parents here that have been separated from their children for far too long.”
“I cannot allow that,” the guard said, letting his hand drop to the butt of his weapon.
“I understand you have your orders, but I ask that you let us pass without violence.”
“I can’t do that. The Wise Masters have forbidden it!”
Marty drew himself up a little taller in his seat. “What is your mother’s name?” he asked.
The guard looked discomfited. “That’s none of your business!”
“You know it though,” Marty said. “There are cubs beyond that door, almost a thousand of them, that do not. There are parents behind me that have never seen the faces of their beloved children. The Wise Masters have seen fit to separate one from the other, for the sake of their little experiment. Can you tell me that you will blindly follow the orders of people who would do such a thing?”
“I can’t choose what orders to follow!” the guard shouted, his eyes wide, looking nearly in a panic.
Behind Whitepelt, she could feel the mob of vulpine starting to stir and mutter among themselves, drawing out of their shock and grief from the murder of their mates. Give it a few more moments and the creo guards were going to be murdered with tooth and claw.
We’ve had enough of that, she thought.
“Listen to me,” she said, raising her rifle to her shoulder. “You’ve got a stunner, I’ve got a gun, and if you shoot me down the next person behind me will just pick it up and pull the trigger themselves. Now get out of our way.”
The other guard looked at the first and said in a desperate whisper, “Sir?”
“We retreated in the face of superior opposition,” the first mumbled, stepping back against the wall as the crowd surged forward.
They burst inward, to a lobby where a galen receptionist was manning the front desk, or to be more accurate, cowering underneath it when they came through. Whitepelt grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back out, stating, “Where are the cubs?”
“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything here, I just input forms!” she babbled.
“We’re not going to hurt you, but we do need to see the cubs,” Marty said calmly.
“I can’t do that! I’ll be sent to a re-education camp!”
“That will be a lot better for you than what happened to about five hundred vulpine a little while ago,” Whitepelt said.
“We’re leaving this station. If want to come with us, there will be a place for you,” Marty told her
Testimony of Deesix Whitepelt as presented to the Galactic Sapiens Alliance Truth and Reconciliation Committee, cont.
I think at that point we were ready to break. There had been euthanasias before, but nothing like this, nothing en masse like this. If no one had said anything they probably would have all slunk back their dorms, to be killed like their mates. So I said something.
“Okay, move it!” I shouted. “They’re gone, you’re not. You want to get back at the ones who did this or do want to just lay down and die like they want you to?”
I didn’t know where we were going to go at this point. Escape seemed unlikely even if we could reach that ship Marty had been talking about. But I knew if we stood still we’d die for certain. So I had to make them angry, angry enough to keep following us.
* * *
“We’re not heading towards the docks,” she pointed out.
“The docks aren’t what we need right now. If we just try to leave with those that are still behind us, we have accomplished very little. We must leave with everyone,” Marty said. He let his chair glide to a halt as they approached a section marked CRECHE FACILTY. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. There were two creo guards outside it, armed with stunners only. Whitepelt imagined that not even the Wise Masters were mad enough to permit heavier weapons near such a precious area.
“Halt!” one of the guards called out. “Entry to this area is restricted!” He looked nervous, she thought, his eyes flicking to the rifle in her own arms.
“We need to get inside,” Marty said, in his level, calming tone. “There are parents here that have been separated from their children for far too long.”
“I cannot allow that,” the guard said, letting his hand drop to the butt of his weapon.
“I understand you have your orders, but I ask that you let us pass without violence.”
“I can’t do that. The Wise Masters have forbidden it!”
Marty drew himself up a little taller in his seat. “What is your mother’s name?” he asked.
The guard looked discomfited. “That’s none of your business!”
“You know it though,” Marty said. “There are cubs beyond that door, almost a thousand of them, that do not. There are parents behind me that have never seen the faces of their beloved children. The Wise Masters have seen fit to separate one from the other, for the sake of their little experiment. Can you tell me that you will blindly follow the orders of people who would do such a thing?”
“I can’t choose what orders to follow!” the guard shouted, his eyes wide, looking nearly in a panic.
Behind Whitepelt, she could feel the mob of vulpine starting to stir and mutter among themselves, drawing out of their shock and grief from the murder of their mates. Give it a few more moments and the creo guards were going to be murdered with tooth and claw.
We’ve had enough of that, she thought.
“Listen to me,” she said, raising her rifle to her shoulder. “You’ve got a stunner, I’ve got a gun, and if you shoot me down the next person behind me will just pick it up and pull the trigger themselves. Now get out of our way.”
The other guard looked at the first and said in a desperate whisper, “Sir?”
“We retreated in the face of superior opposition,” the first mumbled, stepping back against the wall as the crowd surged forward.
They burst inward, to a lobby where a galen receptionist was manning the front desk, or to be more accurate, cowering underneath it when they came through. Whitepelt grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back out, stating, “Where are the cubs?”
“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything here, I just input forms!” she babbled.
“We’re not going to hurt you, but we do need to see the cubs,” Marty said calmly.
“I can’t do that! I’ll be sent to a re-education camp!”
“That will be a lot better for you than what happened to about five hundred vulpine a little while ago,” Whitepelt said.
“We’re leaving this station. If want to come with us, there will be a place for you,” Marty told her
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