The cloak pulled back, she sat, legs crossed, arm draped casually over the back of the bench. Her face, an expressionless mask, revealed nothing. Her eyes were the only signs of life in the shell of the thin opifex woman…fierce, proud and determined.
Over the years, she’d become an extension of the war, carrying it out in countless covert operations and even direct action, which rarely made the front page of any news gridfeed.
She often felt that emotion got in the way of the designs on how the war would end. Love had come and gone, life came and went and she almost ignored every bit of it for a ling time. She was contented however… The Black Company focused inwardly on itself and their alliance. That alone was the greatest gift she could have.
Then, something happened.
Incoming Message
Decoding…
My daughter,
We need to see you. It is urgent. We’ve secured transportation via private shuttle from the Morning Star Space Station for you. Please come to us. The itinerary and contacts are attached.
-Dad
Message end
Someone passed close, stirring her from the memory of that communication. Shaking herself from the dream and looking up at the time, ”Another hour…” she mumbled to herself, waiting on the transport.
The Lieutenant stood proudly as she walked to him.
“Lieutenant, you’ve performed better than I could have dreamed. You are here-by promoted to Captain until the time I can come back.”
Reaching out, she handed him a black leather-bound book…a marking string denoting a new chapter in The Black Company leadership. A tear almost welled up as he grasped the book tightly while snapping a salute.
Leaning in close, her words came in a whisper, “I’ll be back soon, Captain. Take care of the Company.”
Smiling with sincerity, he whispered back, “Take your time, Captain. Everything will be fine.”
“Ms. Gorslin!” he yelled from across the hangar, drawing a few looks from the Omni in the area. Looking up, a short fat solitus man came into view suddenly, wiping sweat from his balding head with a cloth and waving it, waddling towards her.
Glancing up from the memory, she stood quickly, closed the distance with a single stride and put a finger to her full lips signaling for him to be quiet. He blushed a deep red and before apologizing she whispered, “Don’t yell my name here…” letting the threat hang.
The tone and inner tension must have been more harsh than she’d intended because he tensed and looked like he was about to start trembling. He was in a dangerous place, the realization came to him apparently. Stammering, trying to find the words he spoke, “I hadn’t…I mean… I didn’t want…”
She snapped at him, flustering him even more. “Where is the shuttle? Point if you can’t talk!”
Raising a pudgy hand, he pointed to a door. With another glance around, she started off towards the door and quickly into the shuttle behind. Entering the lavish ship she made her way around quickly, surveying the rooms. Cockpit, three private suites and a common area on this floor of the two storied vehicle.
Turning as he entered, her stern glare melted into a smile. “I’m sorry about that, Sir. I didn’t mean to frighten you but it’s not wise to go shouting the name of a rebel clan leader…especially one that supports Simon Silverstone.”
He seemed to consider the name a moment then relaxed with a smile growing on his face, “Of course, Ms. Gorslin.”
“Call me Taren.”
“Oh!” the man suddenly stated, “I am your fathers research partner…”
“Robert Markovich…” She interrupted, “graduated from Mars Institute of technology ((MIT :P )) with highest honors on a full grant from Sol Banking. You met my father in Jobe while researching the Widowmaker drone and became fast friends. My mother than worked with you on finding and fixing complications with symbiants that reacted with the use of metaphysical nano-technology. Should I go on?”
“No, I believe that certainly covers some of the best years of research I’ve had.” He smiled. “How do you know so much about me?”
“My parents haven’t been so secretive lately. I’ve finally been able to get information on them with relative ease.” She replied, looking around some more.
“Ah yes, we’ve had some concerns about security with this new contractor.” He looked down, shaking his head.
“Don’t take what I’m saying wrong, it took some hacking beyond my abilities. I had to hire someone to do it. Once we found you three, it was easy after that.”
The man smiled softly and ended, “Well Ms. Taren, might we get going then? It will be a long trip. We will be heading to a small ICC-run moon not far from here. A neutral meeting place for different things and as with all ICC governed areas,..”
“It’s not very safe?..” she joked.
“Yes, correct. Our contractor, however, has implored us to stay there.” The man sighed.
A few moments of idle conversation about some of the alien technology she kept on herself kept the Engineer fascinated. Suddenly three figures entered the shuttle and without so much as a pause, she was on her feet, hands resting comfortably on the machine pistols concealed beneath the trench coat.
The lead figure was a tall, heavily muscled solitus with a square jaw and perpetual stubble. His green eyes and black hair matched the highlights of his charcoal cloak, which was opened slightly, a smile edging the corner of his lips as his hand relaxed, moving from the weapon concealed beneath.
“I take it, you’re Taren.” His deep voice rumbled off of the walls.
She nodded the reply and relaxed her own hands as Mr. Markovich stood between the two of the, hands making a shooing gesture to the two guards behind the towering man.
The other two solitus complied and moved off to a table near the back of the common area.
“This is Mr. Ieyvan Samuelson, head of the security detail attached to our trip. The other two…” Taren glanced over at the others, already playing a card game. “…are Bones and Charlie.” They both looked up, nodded and continued their card game.
The rumbling voice spoke again, “Taren, we’ve completed a sweep of the ship, in and out, for bombs and tracking devices. Our passenger list and destinations are fake and will throw off any followers. Is that okay with you?” A wink ended the statement.
With a shrug to the engineer, she looked up at the monolith and said “Sounds good to me..” returning his wink with an icy glare.
He didn’t get the point.
((I started this story while in Houston waiting to get back and survey the damage from Katrina. AO withdrawls are hard to deal with. :P ))