Captured By Design

[KhreRiovtRex 0]

She had been traveling for about a day now, but had kept her signal broadcasting her identity in hopes of drawing out t’Ksa’s captors. It had been a long time to sit by herself and think. As much as she had once thought she would miss space, she now found that she missed her new home and family more. She so wanted to contact Var’lon just to hear his voice, and to see him holding their son, but she had also told him it would be best if she didn’t contact him often, so others did na accuse her of trying to influence his decisions at Galae Headquarters. He had told her he hadn’t cared what they thought, that he expected her to contact him occasionally to let him know she was ok, but they hadn’t spoken for almost a month now. L’haiy had na intention of hurting him, so had refrained; as much as she wanted to at least send him a message, she knew she could na. That she had na heard from him either meant io of a few things. Either he had taken her suggestion that they make a clean cut while she was rhae this mission, that he was busy at Galae trying to solve who had done this to them or that something dire had occurred. She knew his strength, and trusted his dheno staff, so assumed that the latter was the least of her worries.

 

She was jolted out of her reverie by the communications unit Talon’s frequency suddenly broadcasting that the Talon had engaged another ship, hopefully the very ship they had been hunting. Raptly listening as her ship continued onward, she found herself letting out a sigh of relief when she heard Koga report that they had actually recovered t’Ksa. Could it really have been that easy? The crew’s navigational and astrometrics acumen were clearly more than sufficient to have determined the other ship’s course based upon the readings they had occasionally picked up.

Could this really be over? She would na have to go through with this veruulish plan after all, and could hna turn the Talon back towards home to make her report to the Daise’Khre’Riov and the Fvillah, hrrau that order as she grinned to herself. Turning her attention to the navigational controls, she noticed a ship quickly coming up upon her, and she reached to activate the shields and make a run towards the Talon.

 

Too late! She saw the telltale swirl of red light around her as she felt herself taken by the beam of the hteij, suddenly finding herself on the other small scout ship.

“Aefvahd Khre’Riov, au are hna’h my th’ann. We had received word, that we could expect au to travel as thus. Do na make any sudden moves. Take a seat and the Arrain will bind au wrists; we do an wish au to try escaping or sabotaging the ship when we sleep. “

 

“I demand that au release me and return me to my own ship,” t’Vatrix glared at the young man hrrau the Tal Shiar uniform, yet it bore the symbol of the Othan fleet as well. “I see au do na even know who au rightly serve. Is it the Othan Galae, or the bootlicking Tal’Shiar from ch’Rihan.” They had received word? Someone hrrau the Fvillah’s circle was indeed involved. But who?

 

“I’d advise au to hold au tongue, or au may find auself lacking it. Besides, it is said au are only a clone anyway, perhaps au could have a new one grown as well to replace it too,” tr’Gilas stated, clearly believing that he did na make an empty threat, as he stood there playing with his kaleh.

 

“They know where I am, Talon will be upon au hrrau na time,” she responded. Deep down, remembering the fate of another she had known, and had read of hrrau the Dumok’azen mission report that tr’Vatrix had let her read, she worried that this had been the io that t’Rahks had run into as well.

 

“I think na, we are sending au ship onward rhae its path, they will follow it looking for au, only to find that you had already been spirited away, and by then, we shall have eluded them, and be rhae our way to our true destination,” tr’Gilas continued. “Just as the Arrain will search au to be certain that au do na harbor any tracking devices upon au person. It will go easier rhae au, if au tell us now, so that we don’t have to do…… a more thorough search.”

 

tr’Gilas turned to the Arrain, “Send that ship upon its way, continuing its broadcast, then attend to the Khre’Riov.”

 

“Ie, Rekkhai,” responded the Arrain.