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jeriendhal) wrote2010-09-16 08:22 pm
jeriendhal) wrote2010-09-16 08:22 pm
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Fic: Altered Trajectory (cont.)
Hazel sat in a corner of her cell, thinking hard. This is not the duty I signed up for, she thought. She wished she knew what was happening with Rufus. She wished the damnfool programmer who had screwed up her old fighter's docking software had done her damned job right so she could have lost her leg and commission.
She wouldn't have met Rufus in that case, but at the moment she wasn't in a charitable mood towards him. No, that wasn't fair. She could have told him to bugger himself and his overbearing, cocksure attitude, not to mention the mission, at any time. But she'd stuck with him... why? His money didn't appeal to her. She'd never had much interest in acquiring stuff that she didn't need. Power? Hazel shuddered. Being a lord over someone had no appeal. As a pilot the only subordinates she'd ever ordered about were her fighter's tech crew. No, she'd stuck with him, unconsciously boyish ego and all, was because she'd been bored with her convalescent life, and he'd offered her wings to fly again.
Hazel fell asleep a few hours later, only to wake up when her cell door opened and two guards entered, carrying Rufus between them, his artificial arm missing. They dumped him on the cell's lower bunk and left.
She scrambled down and knelt beside Rufus. He was shaking badly, his good arm wrapped around his knees.
“Ru, what happened? What did they do to you?” she demanded. She gathered him up in her arms. Oh, Goddess, he's crying.
“Sick,” he choked out, still shivering.
“What did they do? Tell me!”
His claws dug into his calf, drawing blood. “They... they neutralized my placebos. Injected me with Juno. I'm... coming down off the high. Oh, Holy Den Mother it hurts.”
TBC
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Poor Rufus - but at least he has Hazel now and is not in his solitary cell anymore...
mjkj
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"Adm. Blake, we regret to inform you that four days ago at 1930 hours your daughter's ship was boarded by a group that called itself, The Readers. Accusing your daughter of crimes against humanity and all sentient life they proceeded to throttle, bludgeon, knife, shoot, and keelhaul (keelhaul? I didn't know you could keelhaul someone with a spaceship) her. We further regret to inform you that her current status is unknown. The last communications received stated something about making sure evidence was not covered up. Rest assured we will do everything necessary to locate her ship."
"Message two of two. Left today at 1705 hours."
"Blake! Would you care to explain what the hell your daughter has been up to, and why the Vulpine Council is calling using words like kidnapping, torture, and acts of war!"
What? One could always hope. :p
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