The Great Escape

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Is this real or is this another of t’Prin’s mind games? Morgana t’Ksa didn’t trust “Brain” any further than she could throw the woman and, given her current beaten and bruised state, that wasn’t far. However, the operative did present an opportunity for escape -- or a scapegoat if the woman’s plan went awry and t’Prin caught them. Of course the plan could go the other way and... well, even death would be preferable to this state of existence. Or perhaps this was another io of the Major’s little head games that t’Ksa had so much fun (ha!) picking apart. Just contemplating the web of lies made Morgana’s head spin - or was that from the latest beating? The damned rogue agent’s last attempt at prying information out of her with that evil little toy of his had left t’Ksa unconscious on the laboratory floor for a good fifteen minutes, if na more. Though she desperately wanted to, the maenak resisted the urge to lean against the bulkhead for support until the dizziness faded: It would not do to show any sort of weakness - not yet anyway. “Your diversion wouldn’t entail armed invaders, would it?” She asked as she followed “Brain” cautiously.

 

Eviess t’Mahren, known to t’Ksa as “Brain”, glanced over her shoulder as they made their way down the corridor. “I’d rather hoped, of course, but one can never be too sure when dealing with a third party.”

 

“And you don’t wish to wait to find out then?”

 

“Waiting any longer is not the best of ideas, no. And if we wait now, all my other surprises are wasted.”

 

“These surprises of yours...” Morgana glanced behind her to see if either the intruders or the crew was following the duo. ‘..they wouldn’t be apt to get us killed, would they?”

 

“Not directly,” t’Mahren replied. “Though if we are caught, well... things might get interesting.” She paused before a panel that looked somewhat like a door. Pulling away a panel on the bulkhead beside it revealed an access pad. “Now let’s see if these codes I pulled were worth the hassle.”

 

While she waited for “Brain” to fuss with the panel, t’Ksa took the opportunity to lean slightly against the wall to wait and pry further. “What about your friend? The tall beefy guy who spends too much time in the refresher and has mother issues? Leaving him behind as well?”

 

“‘Pain’, as we know him, was an independent contractor, just as I was. If he doesn’t have his own escape plan, it’s his own short-coming. Given my...sponsors...getting you -- and by extension myself -- out has always been the priority.” Eviess paused, the door before her sliding open. “Especially once I discovered who you were...”

 

“Who I am?” Morgana’s eyebrows arched. Now the maenak was worried that“Brain” was going to pass her off -- again -- like a hot potato. She was a Galae maenak of no other importance than having unwanted knowledge of these stupid nanogenes. “If you’re thinking that you will get some sort of reward from my House, or from the Galae itself, then you are sorely mistaken. I’m nothing but a maenakenn. A troublesome one at that.” In fact, Morgana resolved to become a thorn in ‘‘Brain’s” side if this was indeed the case.

 

Morgana glanced down to her hands, noticing for the first time the tremors. Drawing them into fists and trying na to let her nerves win, the Daise’Maenak slipped inside the doorway as calmly as she could.

 

“Troublesome?” A smirk twitched across t’Mahren’s lips. “I’ll grant you that, but I’m not seeking ransom or reward.” Stepping into the room -- recognizable now as the interior of an escape pod -- the operative flopped into the pilot’s seat behind a basic console. “Perhaps I should have been more specific and said ‘who you serve.’” She waved her hand. “No matter; you’re at least in for the escape now. Buckle up.”

 

The maenak did as she was told. Her hands still shook as she latched the belt. “Who are you anyway?”

 

“I used to be known as Centurion Eviess t’Mahren...but that was a lifetime ago.” The hatch behind them closed and a countdown initiated on the control screen. “Ten seconds. Let’s hope our third party is on their toes.”

 

“And what are you called now?” Something told the maenak to keep the woman talking. If not for her nerves, then perhaps to keep herself alive.

 

t’Mahren grimaced. “I am called only when needed...though, after this, I suspect I will need to lie low for a while.”

 

“Au think?” t’Ksa answered dryly.

 

Cutting her companion a sideways glare, Eviess felt the propulsion rumble to life, clamps releasing the escape pod. Finally disengaged from the ship, the sensor system activated. Her hands swept over the controls with practiced ease. “Now, let us see if someone will find us...”

 

“And the right sort at that,” Morgana whispered softly, apprehensively as she glanced at the woman who was either the answer to her prayers or her worst nightmare.

[KhreRiovtRex 0]

Awesome log!! I enjoyed seeing where au were going with this......!!

[KhreRiovtRex 0]

Au also t'Marhen!