Post by Dust on Jan 24, 2010 11:14:12 GMT 1
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Author: Dust
Characters: Aeré and Seth
Disclaimer: Seth is mine, Aeré is Bloody's. The rest is old George's.
Summary: Aeré is digging into some information about Seth's past missions in the army
Authors' notes: Again, I wrote it, you'll have to ask Bloody about the accuracy of Aeré's character.
It was dark in the cell. Dark and slightly cold. Seth could barely see a thing. Not that he needed to. His hands moved as if programmed, without even the slightest hesitation. Only pausing once in a while to feel the tip of the improvised weapon. Almost sharp enough to stab with now.
Why they used service made of metal, he didn't know. Sure, the fork was nothing of a weapon in its normal form, but the walls of the cell were made of duracrete. Had the corellians never heard of the term 'grindstone'? If Seth was not currently on the least favourable side of the walls of the prison, he would have made a complain.
He heard the footsteps in the corridor long before the guard reached his cell. It did not even take him two of the seven available seconds to put the fork away under the folded blanket. As the guard looked through the bars of the door, Seth was sitting calmly on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Insomnia, I guess."
"Hrmpf. Suit yourself." The guard threw one last suspicious glance around the cell, his flashlight blinding Seth for a moment. Then he was gone.
A moment later Seth was again working on turning the grip of the fork into something more lethal. Still half a month until his execution.
"Seth?"
Aeré's bodyguard looked op from the datapad he was reading, to look at the senator.
"Yes?"
"Explain something for me, please." She had that sharp tone in her voice, that Seth knew all too well by now.
"Of course, senator. What do you need me to explain?" He kept the deep sigh behind his teeth.
"This." She pointed a thin finger at the screen of the terminal she was sitting in front of. Almost as if she was about to claw at whatever she saw there.
Seth moved to stand behind her. A moment later he could have smacked his palm against his forehead. But of course he didn't.
Right. That.
"Yes, senator?"
"'Lukas Garron. Is that you?" Not really a question, and Seth knew that. The archive picture of 'Lukas Garron' had a beard, longer hair than Seth, and contact lenses that changed the iris pattern slightly. But there was no running away from the fact, that it was him.
The text above the picture told hat the man was wanted for murder on Corellia.
"Yes. It was my false identity on a mission about five years ago."
"You're sentenced to death on Corellia?!"
"No. Lukas Garron was. He died after the mission ended."
"Mission? You murdered a senator!"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell you about it."
Aeré threw Seth's stoneface an almost furious glance. Then her eyes narrowed slightly, her calmness back so quick Seth almost doubted if it had really been gone.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just have to dig it up myself. And you know very well that I can do that."
Author: Dust
Characters: Aeré and Seth
Disclaimer: Seth is mine, Aeré is Bloody's. The rest is old George's.
Summary: Aeré is digging into some information about Seth's past missions in the army
Authors' notes: Again, I wrote it, you'll have to ask Bloody about the accuracy of Aeré's character.
It was dark in the cell. Dark and slightly cold. Seth could barely see a thing. Not that he needed to. His hands moved as if programmed, without even the slightest hesitation. Only pausing once in a while to feel the tip of the improvised weapon. Almost sharp enough to stab with now.
Why they used service made of metal, he didn't know. Sure, the fork was nothing of a weapon in its normal form, but the walls of the cell were made of duracrete. Had the corellians never heard of the term 'grindstone'? If Seth was not currently on the least favourable side of the walls of the prison, he would have made a complain.
He heard the footsteps in the corridor long before the guard reached his cell. It did not even take him two of the seven available seconds to put the fork away under the folded blanket. As the guard looked through the bars of the door, Seth was sitting calmly on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Insomnia, I guess."
"Hrmpf. Suit yourself." The guard threw one last suspicious glance around the cell, his flashlight blinding Seth for a moment. Then he was gone.
A moment later Seth was again working on turning the grip of the fork into something more lethal. Still half a month until his execution.
"Seth?"
Aeré's bodyguard looked op from the datapad he was reading, to look at the senator.
"Yes?"
"Explain something for me, please." She had that sharp tone in her voice, that Seth knew all too well by now.
"Of course, senator. What do you need me to explain?" He kept the deep sigh behind his teeth.
"This." She pointed a thin finger at the screen of the terminal she was sitting in front of. Almost as if she was about to claw at whatever she saw there.
Seth moved to stand behind her. A moment later he could have smacked his palm against his forehead. But of course he didn't.
Right. That.
"Yes, senator?"
"'Lukas Garron. Is that you?" Not really a question, and Seth knew that. The archive picture of 'Lukas Garron' had a beard, longer hair than Seth, and contact lenses that changed the iris pattern slightly. But there was no running away from the fact, that it was him.
The text above the picture told hat the man was wanted for murder on Corellia.
"Yes. It was my false identity on a mission about five years ago."
"You're sentenced to death on Corellia?!"
"No. Lukas Garron was. He died after the mission ended."
"Mission? You murdered a senator!"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell you about it."
Aeré threw Seth's stoneface an almost furious glance. Then her eyes narrowed slightly, her calmness back so quick Seth almost doubted if it had really been gone.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just have to dig it up myself. And you know very well that I can do that."
