Someone Else’s Terms (part 3)
Her facial expression alone could have cleared the way through a battalion of Kameiras.
Casiella stormed down a corridor, following a small projected arrow on the walls back to her hangar. Pools of shadows and light blended together, obscuring the worn and corroded texture of the walls and floors. At one junction, Jorunn waited for her. The two women looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and their countenances blazed. After the moment passed, they began to walk together towards the hangar.
Finally, the Krusual woman spoke. “You could have handled that a bit better.”
Casiella flared her nostrils but said nothing in response.
“Really, you’ve brought this upon us. But I have an idea to save our relationship with the TLF, and I’ve already drafted an order for six Vigil-class frigates in Rens…”
At this, the petite capsuleer whirled and glared with white-hot anger at the scarred woman towering over her. She kept her voice low and restrained despite the look on her face. “Should you be doing that?”
Jorunn drew herself to her full height and bunched her eyebrows together, with a concomitant effect on the scars and birthmarks across her face and around her head. “If you want the Republic to work with you, you’ll need to work with them. And those military complexes out in Devoid and the Bleak Lands won’t capture themselves.”
The two stood in stark silence for several minutes before Casiella turned again, leaving Jorunn standing behind her. The taller woman waited for several moments before a flickering indicator on her datapad drew her out of angered reverie.
“Flight plan laid in for Rens… she does listen. Sometimes.”
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Date: 2010-03-14
Categories: Fiction