Silence
Anonymous Me
Tabit arrived at her little tent and opened the flap. Her eyes widened and she immediately whipped around to see that Ayrn was still sitting there. He looked so smug as if he had enjoyed himself. Of course he had. She could see bits of her clothing hanging to dry and her underclothes too. That little rat of a man had his hands all over her underwear and in her bras. If she hadn't been so angry she would have turned pink with embarrassment. He would know what size she wore and that was completely embarrassing. It was even worse cause he was a little mongrel.
Clearing her throat she stared at him long and hard. "Get out." Pointing to the flap she almost hissed as she repeated herself. "Get out." Ayrn looked so confused and he had to be as dense as they came for that kind of look. She knew that he spoke with Illya from time to time and it was probably best if she spoke to him at some point. He needed to know that this vagrant was wandering around and handling her personal wear. That was hardly acceptable and she wanted the miserable little weasel out of her things. What did he think when she said he could do whatever he wanted? He certainly wasn't welcome to stay in her home and she didn't like him to touch her things. Besides she could tell that he used way too much oil. If he used too much with the mint it would make her feel like she was burning when she sweat. There was nothing quite so frustrating as having a burning sensation over one's privates.
Once he was gone she sighed and shook her head. Taking a seat she stared at the one covered plate. Carefully she lifted it and glowered at those little pancakes. Such a pitiful offering. He wasn't much of a catch and really a horrible little man. Still it was a semi endearing gesture he made with leaving the food. Picking at one of the ill cooked pancakes she pushed it into her mouth and chewed it before swallowing. Though he left the offering it was not any substitute for his handling of her underwear and bras.
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Stepping back into the room for the final time Sasha sighed. "My dear, I really didn't expect you'd be so heartless. To hear your children suffer like that and yet do nothing. All the while you only had to give a few words. We told them who was responsible and they cried for you to help them." With a sigh she sat down. "Your youngest couldn't take much. I'm afraid you've killed at least 3 of your children and the others still whimper. Its too late now."
Flicking her wrist she motioned to the guard in the room. "Do what you want with her. She won't be worth anything anyway. This war will be over before she can save her precious general. We all know she was infatuated with him. Those tall Chips won't be coming for her. She isn't one of them." A wider grin came to her face. "You should have known that the Chippequoti only care about their own. At least the Federation would have been willing to preserve your family, wealth and life. All we asked was that you expel them. I'll give you one more chance. All of this can end and you'll be able to leave with what remains of your family. We'll rebuild your city and we'll give you everything you ask for. Just tell me where they are."
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Haza waited and waited. The small room on the other side was far too quiet. What happened? Did her Ehud die? She was twisting at her thumb so much she hadn't realized that she had completely worn the skin off the side of it. The raw flesh had begun to bleed and she still rubbed till a nurse came out. When the woman looked at her she immediately went back inside. Haza rose to her feet and paced anxiously till the nurse returned again and had a small scanner to mend the wound and close it with a cell layer bandage. For minor injuries it was possible to mend little flesh wounds. "Can I see him now?" Haza didn't even wait to hear if she was allowed in and she didn't care about her thumb. "I just want to see my agreed. Please."
Calmly the nurse looked her in the eyes. "You can see him." Turning around she walked with the woman to the room. Ehud's pale face barely looked a shade darker than the white sheets and his eyes were partially open. It was difficult for Haza to tell if he was breathing or if they were allowing her first right to say goodbye to him before they gave her the ashes.
The Chip woman gently took his hand as the tears ran down her face. It wasn't acceptable to cry, but she had grown to love him as many of the Chippequoti did with their agreed. At first it was difficult to love them, but in time it was a natural progression. Crying like this was only unacceptable so long as others were witness to it, but there were times of grief that could not be contained. "His hand is still warm." Sniffling a little she rubbed the back of his big hand against her cheek. "Ehud..." Whispering his name she gently kissed his cheek and then collapsed into the seat near the bed while she held onto his hand and sobbed.
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Oddly enough Kirit kept looking toward Illya as if he had the answers of how to direct his men. So far there weren't any fatal errors that the young man was making. Illya stared at the man for a moment and nodded. "Yah direct yah own men. If yah always look to meh den yah lose dere respect. I tell yah if I tink yah make mistake and den we speak like men." When a man was leading he had no reason to consider himself any less than another man. There was hierarchy in command, but when Kirit was dealing with his own Illya would let him do as he must. It was much the same with Tikan. Illya had submitted himself to be lower in command while on Reylia, but he commanded his own men and proceeded through the plans as he thought was best.
"I take nearest portion of docks." He knew that Kirit would know to begin moving in on the other side and then they would slowly close in and do what they had to from there. As the two portions of the small army closed in there was little for them to do. Once they were surrounded Illya gathered all the prisoners up and had them stand on the edge of the docks. There was a large ravine below and he paused for a moment.
This was one of those moments in time. That second where he made a choice. They could kill all the men, or let them go. If they were set free there was no telling if they would turn on them or not. With a war in which he had allies there was no turning back after they witnessed something like this. Kalizda had warned him that the Kaerelean's didn't see things the same as she did. "Put dem all in prison. We let dem go to trial before Alliance eh?" Some of his men gave him an odd look and Illya shrugged. There was no telling how long they would wait for a trial, but it would make them Tikan's responsibility. If anything negative came of this he knew that it would fall to the Reylian's for they were going to be under their charge. "Now we wait till Tikan arrives." Wandering over to a post Illya leaned against it and watched the prisoners as many of them tried to spit at him. So far the saliva was falling pitifully short and he smirked at the men. "Too bad."
Eventually Tikan arrived and when he did Illya stood at attention. "Chippequoti request leave." They'd done their part and he waved to the prisoners with one hand. "I spare dem so yah can do wit yah prisoners as yah like." Most of them were bleeding cut up messes, but he had followed the order of maim and not kill. It wasn't his fault that they resisted so much he was forced to take action.
When he was finally back on the ship Illya rushed to find Kalizda. Leaning over her bed he kissed her gently. "Meh little bird. She es ok yeah?" He hated to think that she had been so close to being permanently injured or possibly killed. Her skin was a little more pale, but he was sure that she would recover. "Yah bones stronger now."
Illya had a small flesh repair and a few stitches to get himself back to normal. When he had time he would have the Ehaui start scar treatments. Though it was a bit more on the cosmetic side he liked to think that he could be better looking than having his right leg all scarred and his chest full of pock marks. Especially with the bullets whizzing through their vests now. Any day he expected the Ehuai to upgrade the armor and then the Federation would come up with something new. Almost as soon as he had Kalizda back to their little box room he was summoned to speak with Markus and receive a briefing. He needed to find Sarai, Sasha and Kent was on the move. One target to save and two to eliminate.
Clearing her throat she stared at him long and hard. "Get out." Pointing to the flap she almost hissed as she repeated herself. "Get out." Ayrn looked so confused and he had to be as dense as they came for that kind of look. She knew that he spoke with Illya from time to time and it was probably best if she spoke to him at some point. He needed to know that this vagrant was wandering around and handling her personal wear. That was hardly acceptable and she wanted the miserable little weasel out of her things. What did he think when she said he could do whatever he wanted? He certainly wasn't welcome to stay in her home and she didn't like him to touch her things. Besides she could tell that he used way too much oil. If he used too much with the mint it would make her feel like she was burning when she sweat. There was nothing quite so frustrating as having a burning sensation over one's privates.
Once he was gone she sighed and shook her head. Taking a seat she stared at the one covered plate. Carefully she lifted it and glowered at those little pancakes. Such a pitiful offering. He wasn't much of a catch and really a horrible little man. Still it was a semi endearing gesture he made with leaving the food. Picking at one of the ill cooked pancakes she pushed it into her mouth and chewed it before swallowing. Though he left the offering it was not any substitute for his handling of her underwear and bras.
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Stepping back into the room for the final time Sasha sighed. "My dear, I really didn't expect you'd be so heartless. To hear your children suffer like that and yet do nothing. All the while you only had to give a few words. We told them who was responsible and they cried for you to help them." With a sigh she sat down. "Your youngest couldn't take much. I'm afraid you've killed at least 3 of your children and the others still whimper. Its too late now."
Flicking her wrist she motioned to the guard in the room. "Do what you want with her. She won't be worth anything anyway. This war will be over before she can save her precious general. We all know she was infatuated with him. Those tall Chips won't be coming for her. She isn't one of them." A wider grin came to her face. "You should have known that the Chippequoti only care about their own. At least the Federation would have been willing to preserve your family, wealth and life. All we asked was that you expel them. I'll give you one more chance. All of this can end and you'll be able to leave with what remains of your family. We'll rebuild your city and we'll give you everything you ask for. Just tell me where they are."
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Haza waited and waited. The small room on the other side was far too quiet. What happened? Did her Ehud die? She was twisting at her thumb so much she hadn't realized that she had completely worn the skin off the side of it. The raw flesh had begun to bleed and she still rubbed till a nurse came out. When the woman looked at her she immediately went back inside. Haza rose to her feet and paced anxiously till the nurse returned again and had a small scanner to mend the wound and close it with a cell layer bandage. For minor injuries it was possible to mend little flesh wounds. "Can I see him now?" Haza didn't even wait to hear if she was allowed in and she didn't care about her thumb. "I just want to see my agreed. Please."
Calmly the nurse looked her in the eyes. "You can see him." Turning around she walked with the woman to the room. Ehud's pale face barely looked a shade darker than the white sheets and his eyes were partially open. It was difficult for Haza to tell if he was breathing or if they were allowing her first right to say goodbye to him before they gave her the ashes.
The Chip woman gently took his hand as the tears ran down her face. It wasn't acceptable to cry, but she had grown to love him as many of the Chippequoti did with their agreed. At first it was difficult to love them, but in time it was a natural progression. Crying like this was only unacceptable so long as others were witness to it, but there were times of grief that could not be contained. "His hand is still warm." Sniffling a little she rubbed the back of his big hand against her cheek. "Ehud..." Whispering his name she gently kissed his cheek and then collapsed into the seat near the bed while she held onto his hand and sobbed.
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Oddly enough Kirit kept looking toward Illya as if he had the answers of how to direct his men. So far there weren't any fatal errors that the young man was making. Illya stared at the man for a moment and nodded. "Yah direct yah own men. If yah always look to meh den yah lose dere respect. I tell yah if I tink yah make mistake and den we speak like men." When a man was leading he had no reason to consider himself any less than another man. There was hierarchy in command, but when Kirit was dealing with his own Illya would let him do as he must. It was much the same with Tikan. Illya had submitted himself to be lower in command while on Reylia, but he commanded his own men and proceeded through the plans as he thought was best.
"I take nearest portion of docks." He knew that Kirit would know to begin moving in on the other side and then they would slowly close in and do what they had to from there. As the two portions of the small army closed in there was little for them to do. Once they were surrounded Illya gathered all the prisoners up and had them stand on the edge of the docks. There was a large ravine below and he paused for a moment.
This was one of those moments in time. That second where he made a choice. They could kill all the men, or let them go. If they were set free there was no telling if they would turn on them or not. With a war in which he had allies there was no turning back after they witnessed something like this. Kalizda had warned him that the Kaerelean's didn't see things the same as she did. "Put dem all in prison. We let dem go to trial before Alliance eh?" Some of his men gave him an odd look and Illya shrugged. There was no telling how long they would wait for a trial, but it would make them Tikan's responsibility. If anything negative came of this he knew that it would fall to the Reylian's for they were going to be under their charge. "Now we wait till Tikan arrives." Wandering over to a post Illya leaned against it and watched the prisoners as many of them tried to spit at him. So far the saliva was falling pitifully short and he smirked at the men. "Too bad."
Eventually Tikan arrived and when he did Illya stood at attention. "Chippequoti request leave." They'd done their part and he waved to the prisoners with one hand. "I spare dem so yah can do wit yah prisoners as yah like." Most of them were bleeding cut up messes, but he had followed the order of maim and not kill. It wasn't his fault that they resisted so much he was forced to take action.
When he was finally back on the ship Illya rushed to find Kalizda. Leaning over her bed he kissed her gently. "Meh little bird. She es ok yeah?" He hated to think that she had been so close to being permanently injured or possibly killed. Her skin was a little more pale, but he was sure that she would recover. "Yah bones stronger now."
Illya had a small flesh repair and a few stitches to get himself back to normal. When he had time he would have the Ehaui start scar treatments. Though it was a bit more on the cosmetic side he liked to think that he could be better looking than having his right leg all scarred and his chest full of pock marks. Especially with the bullets whizzing through their vests now. Any day he expected the Ehuai to upgrade the armor and then the Federation would come up with something new. Almost as soon as he had Kalizda back to their little box room he was summoned to speak with Markus and receive a briefing. He needed to find Sarai, Sasha and Kent was on the move. One target to save and two to eliminate.