Mirror Mayhem

[Kairi 0]

Karma blows antimatter, yes it does. Medusa Harper was a tough marine, and not a woman to be crossed. She also had a strict sense of duty, and the correct way to go about ones duties. Which explained why Kansas was stuck here, spearheading a security detail for a prick.

 

The so-called prick was a few meters away from the Caitian, looking over a holographic display promoting new uses for anti-matter waste. Westler sneered as he watched the good-for-nothing woman behind him in the reflection of his glasses. They were useless, but none-the-less a statement for the doctor/scientist some called 'mentally touched.'

 

The golden furred Caitian lieutenant commander quietly spoke into her wrist comm, checking with the security teams that she had roving along the perimeter; she dutifully ignored the scientist.

 

But it was hard to ignore him when he was standing right behind you, which he was doing a few minutes. "How's everything looking, security..." He sneered.

 

"The perimeter is secure." The feline intentionally left out any sort of rank designation, her tone was clipped and formal, and she did not look at the man.

 

Westler shifted behind her, his breath playing on her fur. "That's it? Such a "well"-trained officer such as you has only this to say?"

 

Kansas quickly turned around, backing away a step from the human. "Let me be clear, Commander Westler - I will serve as your protector here, but I am only here at the behest of my commanding officer. She seems to hold you in some regard, for whatever reason."

 

"Ohh, feisty and snippy this one is. But there must be some caring in this one. She did risk her life to free my slave..."

 

JoNs's tail had started to lash from side to side. "I freed your slave; it was no life for a sentient being, especially the last of her kind. Do not test me, sir."

 

Westler grinned. "Oho, so you admit she was my slave! That does indeed say you acknowledge she was legally mine?"

 

"You're prattling on with your legalese. As a scientist, you should know that the last one of any species should be free, not cooped up under some jerks whim and beck and call. You got paid off. Stuff it, Commander." In a huff, the Caitian security stalked off toward the perimeter established by the security detail.

 

Westler frowned after the retreating form, and then shrugged. "Weakling..." He turned back to the display and studied some reading material.

 

In the crowd, a lone woman moved in and out of the people. She was tall, long black hair and wore a black dress. She eyed her target, eventually making her way to him. "E…excuse me, Dr. Westler?"

 

Aaron turned and looked at the woman. "Yes?"

 

The woman looked at him, giving him a big smile for added measure. "Hi, I was wondering if I could talk with you about some of your theories."

 

He smiled also. "I always have time to discuss science and theories with people who listen."

 

"Excellent," she extended her hand to him. "I'm Angie."

 

He met her hand with his. "Aaron, please."

 

Angie smiled, "Ok, Aaron..." She looked around, smiling. Security must not have been as tight as she had thought. "Would you please take a look at something for me?" She began rifling through her purse. 'Damn it must have fell to the bottom.'

 

Aaron smiled. "Take your time; we have a while before the next lecture..."

 

JoNs stood a few feet away, watching over the hustle and bustle of the scientific conference. Her sharp gaze then wandered back over toward Westler and the dark haired woman he was currently engaged in conversation with.

 

At last she found it. She wrapped her fingers around a hypospray, and was about to get it out when she looked over at an approaching figure. Shock came over her face as she recognized the person. "Oh no..."

 

The feline balked, and then the shock passed as her leonine features contorted in controlled rage. She pulled her disrupter and aimed it straight at the AWOL officer formerly of the Agincourt. "Lieutenant Kassem, I hereby place you under arrest."

 

Aaron looked from Kansas, to this Lt. Kassem, and scratched his head. "Hmm, not a family reunion I gather..."

 

"Drop whatever you have there, or I will shoot your sorry ass Lieutenant."

 

Westler looked at the black-haired woman. "I'd do what she says; she's nasty when she has a temper."

 

"No!" Kairi pushed Aaron into the path of the disruptor, and then ran off. This was all wrong. The reports were wrong. No one was supposed to be here.

 

Westler fell back into the display, breaking a rather expensive holoprojector and some PADDs, as well as the table, hitting his head on the wall.

 

Kansas took off at a run, speaking into her wrist comm. "Perimeter team one, guard Westler. Three and two! Converge on vector one, now! Pursuit of a suspect..." The Caitian knelt on one knee, took aim and fired at Kairi's back.

 

Fortunately Kairi had made it around the corner before the shot went off. She ran down an open hall, and through another corridor. Panic raced through her heart, her breathing picking up.

 

One of the big human security guards with the detail had correctly surmised that the fleeing woman was the suspect in question; the dark haired man with a scar running the length of his jaw bore down on Kassem.

 

Kairi heard the big man coming, and quickly ducked behind a corner. Once he was on her, she sprang at him, injecting the hypo into his neck, filling him with a fast acting poison. "That wasn't supposed to be for you," she cried out, a tear running down her face. The fugitive sprinted off again, leaving the guard to die.

 

Kansas was still hot on her heels, leaping over the body of the dead guard without a backward glance and shoving some scientist out of her path. "Southwest corridor! Team Four, come in from the secondary perimeter...."

 

Finding another corridor, one less congested, the rebel ran into it. As the crowd began to thin, she spotted another hallway. She took the turn, and came to a door at the end. Kairi quickly pressed the panel, but the door did nothing but beep as her. "Come on...Open!" she cried in frustration. Her tears were uncontrollable now.

 

A low growl sounded in the corridor behind the former officer; Kansas had caught up to her, and she now glowered at her, slowly pacing toward the woman on all fours. Her body and facial expression was tight with anger. "We spent four days running security protocols, and engineering pulled round the chronometer shifts to undo the damage that you and worm boy did to cover your escape. You damn turncoat..."

 

Kairi turned to face her pursuer. She wiped the tears from her face, her back to the door. "Stay away from me...Why couldn't you let me kill him?!”

 

"Even if you succeeded, you wouldn't have gotten out of the building." The Caitian hissed at her.

 

It was now or never. The fugitive threw her purse at the Cait, and tried to make another run for it to get past her. But she ran straight into Westler, who was walking up on the pair, hand to his head.

 

JoNs merely batted the purse away, and the guards all covered the fugitive with disruptor pistols; she was going nowhere.

 

Kairi tried swatting at Aaron as she made contact with him. "Let me go! You Imperial Murderer!"

 

He rammed her up against the bulkhead, his free head holding her by the throat. "Next time, I'll break your neck first, woman. Then again, there won't be a next time..." He looked at Kansas. "So this is half of the sabotaging duo Medusa told me about.."

 

Kairi gasped as she struggled to breathe. She tried digging her nails into his arm to try and get him to release.

 

"Westler! Back off. She’s the property of Agincourt Imperial Security now...we take care of our own." A cold leer spread across the felines lion like features.

 

He looked at Kansas, frowning. "First and last time I'll have you order me around, furry." He let go of Kairi, letting her drop to the floor."

 

The rebel officer fell to her knees as she clasped her throat and began coughing.

 

Westler grinned, and walked away. "I believe Medusa owes me a favor now.."

 

"You don't have the authority Westler; this case is still open, with this one and her accomplice still at large.....she's mine." The feline called out to the retreating form of the commander.

 

He waved. "Fine fine, whatever."

 

JoNs merely snorted and instructed her guards to gather up the collapsed fugitive.