The Duality - Part II

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(( Special thanks to Col. Harper for her excellent play as the Al-Ucard Siyar. ))

 

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Victria had ventured off on her third tangent while debriefing with General X'tkkenn. She found it strange that he would ask her about seemingly insignificant details, but thus far he had recorded every word she'd given him. She could sense the chemicals he exuded in place of actual emotions and she knew that he was pleased - so pleased that he had allowed her a seat on one of the short backless chairs in his office. Victria glanced to the door as it opened, wondering who would have the gall to interrupt when the General had expressly ordered privacy.

 

Another Al-Ucard, looking tired but pleased, entered. She took five swift paces into the room before lowering to one knee. "Great One," she murmured, bowing her head, and waited.

 

"If you are interrupting, you have something to report." The Scorpiad had half risen out from behind the desk, seemingly agitated -- or excited -- by the new arrival. "You have succeeded or you would not have returned."

 

"I have, General," the newcomer said, lifting her head. "I have one of the Shalia in custody."

 

"Excellent." The General's mandibles twitched rapidly, rubbing against each other in a harsh, grating sound. "I am most pleased. Sit. I wish the rest of the details as soon as I finish with the scout." He waved a pincer in Victria's direction. "Continue."

 

Siyar rose gracefully, glancing towards the scout with little interest. Then she froze, and looked again. "You!"

 

Victria had not moved from her chosen seat and she seemed to be relaxed, though her instincts were screaming for her to attack. She had recognized Siyar from their previous encounter, when the woman had been Hunting "ghosts". Victria and Corizon had killed most of the Al-Ucard, but Siyar had escaped to her ship. Her expression still neutral, she regarded the other female.

 

"Nataka of the House Fallonn," she stated, giving her assumed name.

 

Her hand drifting towards her weapons, Siyar glared fiercely at the other woman. "I think not," she hissed. "Traitoress! Pawn of the Federation! You dare show your face here?"

 

"Mindless fool." Victria hissed in return, launching herself from her stool in the next moment. She'd covered the distance between them in a matter of moments, drawing dual blades in one fluid motion.

 

Siyar was just as quick to draw her blades, meeting Victria's charge. "The only fool here is you," she snapped, kicking a stool aside to give herself more room for this fight.

 

General X'tkkenn had risen from behind the desk and sat watching them, claws extended and pincers clacking rapidly in excitement. His rear segment had arched upward and he extended his tail, the deadly tip poised to strike. He seemed content to watch them kill each other, however, and did not move once in his stance.

 

Victria's blades swept through the air where Siyar had been, inches from the woman's pale skin, but it seemed the other Al-Ucard had reflexes to match her own. She whirled in her attack, one blade flung toward her enemy's heart and yet another appearing from her sleeve to take its place. Fangs bared in hatred, she hissed again.

 

Throwing herself forward, Siyar rolled and came up inside Victria's guard, stabbing upwards with the longer of her two blade. She snarled her rage when the traitoress skipped backwards and the blade sliced only air. Backed into the wall, Victria used it as a springboard, vaulting over the other's head to attack from behind. She swept Siyar's legs from beneath her and pounced to drive her blades through her neck.

 

Siyar's breath rushed from her lungs with a whoosh as her back impacted the stone floor. Only long training brought her blade up, reaching for her attacker's stomach. Shifting to one side to avoid the blade, Victria's strike went askew. She rolled away before Siyar could bring her other dagger into play and leapt to her feet to prepare for another lunge.

 

Scrambling up with more haste than grace, Siyar braced herself for Victria's rush. When it came, she raised a blade to block -- and then dropped it, reaching past the other woman's weapon to seize her arm and turn her. She flung Victria away from her, and saw with great satisfaction that the General was in the line of flight.

 

Slamming into the solidly constructed desk, Victria gasped for breath as she felt the impact shatter several ribs. Peering up, she saw the Scorpiad General looming over her, but had only a moment to register the danger. Faster than she could process, excruciating pain blossomed from her shoulder. Looking down, she stared incredulously at the nearly foot-long stinger that extruded from her shoulder. The tip glistened with the Androct's fatal brand of poison. As the Scorpiad lifted his tail segment, Victria found herself dangling several feet off the ground. She could already feel the effects of the poison as it entered her system. Decreasing her heart rate and metabolism to slow the venom, Victria did the only thing any person could have done in that situation -- she passed out. Dangling the limp Al-Ucard before him in study, the Scorpiad finally tilted his stinger and shook her off, letting her drop with a thud onto the desk.

 

"If she lives, I want her interrogated," he ordered, waiting for Siyar to remove the body. "If she is spying for the Federation, the information she gave me was false. Get me the factual data, by whatever means necessary. Then dispose of her."

 

A fierce grin of triumph tugged at Siyar's lips, baring her fangs. "Most gladly, General."

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she stared incredulously at the nearly foot-long stinger that extruded from her shoulder. The tip glistened with the Androct's fatal brand of poison. As the Scorpiad lifted his tail segment, Victria found herself dangling several feet off the ground.

 

You know, scorpions are just really ugly and nasty looking, and the whole giant sentient alien Scorpiad thing just creeps the player out even more so - the Kitty plans on shooting at anything with a carapace and more then two legs on sight. THAT ::points to paragraph quote:: is just plain scary.

 

COOL LOG!!!

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That was a great log!

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Vic, you are a master at kick-assyness!