Do Robots Dream of Electric Sheep?

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Far away from where Mirien and 'Madeline' were raiding the lab of the supposedly dead Empress, an entirely different scene was taking place. Well, as a matter of fact it was not so different, for the two events were connected intimately. As the Grand Inquisitor knew, a number of former Inquisitors had not been terminated outright, but captured. Doubtless Madeline had spent what time she could trying to figure out what made force-users tick by experimenting on them. Likewise whenever the kangaroo courts needed to 'unmask' new traitors to give the rabble a show trial, the ISB had its way with them.


And thus we find ourselves in a dark room, only really illuminated by the far too bright light of a lamp that was shining into Sumiko Tanaka's red-rimmed, blood-shot eyes. Try as she might, she could not avert her eyes from the lamp, her face was badly bruised and marred with cuts inflicted by broken glass and razor. She was heavily restrained and tied to a chair. The floor before her was covered in dried blood. Her breathing was heavy, to a point where she was panting and she was drenched in sweat.


It was difficult to think clearly with the drugs that had been pumped into her system. She could not resist the urge to wince when she heard the sound of boots on the ground as an ISB interrogator stepped in, dressed in an immaculate white uniform. Fine leather gloves covered her hands, her blonde hair was tied into a prim and proper bun, worn beneath a cap, and her eyes showed ideological zeal. Perched above Sumiko's head was a ysalamiri, that dammable lizard that leeched the Force from her and kept her helpless.


How long had she been here? She had long lost count of the months as they passed by. And now here she was, filthy, thirsty and starving. "Here we are. Such a pretty face...yet polluted. With false ideas, with that corruption you call the Force coursing through you. You are a murderer and you have been sentenced. You will confess the truth and tell us all we want to know, or suffer the consequences," the agent spoke with a voice full of venom and contempt as she bent down.


"We know you were friends with Wai Lin. Your friend Chang has already told us all about you. Where did Wai Lin go? Has she joined your friends in the One Sith?" the Interrogator demanded. "You have ten seconds to answer before we get rough again."


There was a pause, Sumiko breathed in heavily. It seemed that even the mere act of breathing caused her pain. "I am waiting," the interrogator snapped, then suddenly, stricken by hatred, Sumiko spat into her face. The ISB agent looked disgusted, then wiped the saliva from her face. "I was hoping you'd say that," she gave a guard a nod and then suddenly a glass full of burning acid water was poured over Sumiko's face. The former Inquisitor cried out in agony as the searing acid burnt through her skin, making her feel like she was being cooked alive.


"Are you feeling cooperative yet? Well, maybe this will help you," the Interrogator stood up and walked over to a table, taking a syringe out of a bag. After properly preparing it, she walked back over to her prisoner. Then she roughly grabbed Sumiko by the hair, making her cry out due to the force, and held the syringe right in front of her right eye, so close that it almost touched, though she did not plunge it through yet. "I'm afraid the effects are quite permanent." Then she traced the syringe down from Sumiko's eye across her cheek, so close that even the slightest movement would make it plunge through, visibly drinking in the fear of her captive, until she was moving it across her neck.


"Suffer not the witch to live," the interrogator hissed hatefully, then suddenly Sumiko managed to raise her foot just far enough to kick her before throwing in a headbutt that hit the agent right on the nose. The shocked and enraged interrogator was knocked back. Overcome by a powerfule rage she lunged at Sumiko and smashed her fist into her face, making the beaten Inquisitor reel as her head was sent spinning. Again and again the agent pounded her face until she finally regained her composure. "You're disgusting. You're not even human, you're a monster!" She raised her blaster and jabbed the gun into Sumiko's throat, then suddenly...alarm sirens and klaxxons howled, the sound of blasterfire and explosions echoed across the halls.


Outside the guards began firing as complete chaos broke out. Moments later a voice blared out over the loudspeakers, that of the General of the ISB."Soldiers of Atrisia, agents, a terrible crime has taken place! The despicable witch Valdier and reactionary traitors within the aristocracy have cruelly tried to murder our beloved Empress. In the name of the Benevolent Mother, I declare a state of emergency. Unsheath the sword of vengeance and purge the scum!"


Then another one could be heard, it was of...Madeline Kahoshi. "My people, sons and daughters of Atrisia. I am your Empress, Madeline Kahoshi, your mother. Do not believe the lies of despicable traitors who want to tear our beloved motherland apart, for I live. The vile witch Valdier and her ally Moira Skaldi tried to murder me, conspiring with ISB traitors to sell our nation to the One Sith. I urge all the good people of this world to resist this dark conspiracy and exterminate the nest of vipers."


"What...the hell is going on?" the agent cried out then was even more distracted when 'loyalist' stormtroopers came charging through the corridor. Many were gunned down but one managed to reach the cell. Before the trooper could fire the agent had gunned him down, but this was the distraction Sumiko needed. Overcome by rage and ignoring the deep pain she was in she managed to give the agent a kick and spin the chair around, placing it upon her as she found herself seated right above the agent's head. The restraints dug into her hands and as she tried to force herself to down cut in so deeply that they drew blood, but as the agent went for her gun Sumiko just about managed to grab it. The agent went for her hands and tried to pull the weapon out, Sumiko managed to pull the trigger as they struggled. The agent slumped over dead. Now she just had to try and reach for the keys.


Meanwhile in the lab, 'Madeline' gave Mirien a nod. "Good, my loyal servant," then she looked at one of the stormtroopers. "Prepare my ship. And send a message to the Commander of the Royal Guard, I want this list of traitors and vipers exterminated," at that she passed a datapad over.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

It was almost done, Mirien's heart beating faster within her chest. They were almost done and Madeline at least wounded if not dead somewhere. All of it entirely too joyful for her. But still she had to be careful. They still stood on the edge of a blade. One tiny mistake here and it all could fall apart. Finally the datapad beeped alerting the former Grand Inquisitor that it was done. The secondary task was complete. Madeline had perished, and they had plenty of goodies to take home.

"It's done, Empress." Mirien finally spoke as she put the datapad away and collected the last of the blueprints sitting out. With everything safely stored away she stepped back to Naamah's side. From there it was a simple matter to have the other men load everything up as she once more supported 'Madeline' to help the wounded woman back into the vehicle they had came in and be on their way. However, there was one small stop along the way.

As they passed a gift shop, the glass broken and the shop already partially looted. Mirien stepped quickly within and grabbed a few items. A kimono, a tea set ... and a few other small things. After all she had one hell of an apology to make once she returned back to Eldorai space. From here, it was only going to be a simple matter to make it to the ship and get the hell off the planet. Leaving this chapter in her life entirely closed.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Atrisia's chaos and misery was her freedom. Madeline's empire was collapsing all around her. It was her entry card to something she had forgotten what was possible. Needless to say Sumiko wasted no time in exploiting this. She had been badly beaten, was in a great deal of pain and her muscles protested against movement, but this did not matter now. The ysalamiri perched above her in the interrogation room died right after the interrogator when a knife sliced through its head. In a flash the Force returned to her, its energies once more filling her with power. The sensation was accompanied by a surge of pain shooting through her body, something to be expected after being deprived of the Force for so long. Her head felt like it was being bashed to paste by a hammer, but even the pain could not stop her.


Outside, across the entire complex, stormtroopers were fighting stormtroopers, various factions vying for dominance. Wardens were being beaten to death as prisoners managed to break free. Explosions and the sound of blasterfire echoed across the halls. Sumiko wasted no time with getting out, her intent simple, namely to leave the planet while there was time. A guardsman who happened upon her as she took a turn around a corner got his wrist snapped as she twisted the blaster away from him, using it to shoot down a companion of his before twisting the helmet from him and breaking his neck with a sharp crack as she twisted it to an unnatural level.


Amidst the chaos, through the Force, she felt a presence...a presence she had not felt in ages, yet one that had long been very familiar to her...very much so. Mirien Valdier. Conflicting emotions raised their head as she absorbed the sensation, but there was no time for that, no time to think. Quickly slipping on the stormtrooper armour, Sumiko vanished into the shadows.


Meanwhile Naamah and Mirien had reached the Empress' personal ship, having been escorted there by minions. Atrisia might be in chaos, but the Empress' servants were as devoted as ever. Said minions were so obliging to help them carry all sorts of goodies, like research, Imperial phrik armour and shadow rifles. Officially this was all supposed to be brought to a safe location, the redoubt from where Madeline would coordinate the subjugation of her enemies.


"We are ready for takeoff, Your Majesty. Say the word and I will fly you to your redoubt," their pilot said obediently after the minions had left the ship.


"Your loyalty is commendable. You will get the reward you deserve," 'Madeline' spoke sweetly, then suddenly in a flash gripped the man's throat with her mind and crushed it. "Take the controls. Let's get out of here," she said to Mirien.

 

[Madeline Kahoshi]

At that Madeline smiled coldly, "Excellent, he always was a power hungry fool. Eager to arrange a marrigage contract between the crown and his family. He never seemed to grasp that was not in my plan. It was not in my plan to marry, to hand off power to an Emperor consort. Much less worry about producing heirs to succeed me. At least it is all done now. Never again will I have to be concerned with such. It is not my nation any longer." She said flatly. "I can finally return to my research, to never again be distracted from my goals."

Madeline nodded, "I see. Interesting."

"Thank you." Spoken politely and if truth be told she had a great desire to go there now, and let what exactly had happened to her sink in. She did wonder how long it would be before she finally adjusted to this new life. "I did wonder. I had you pinned for being a little too perfect back then when we spoke but I couldn't quite figure it out on my own then."

The new HRD sighed softly, "I suppose we should get going then, yes?" She asked. "So we can ensure that the virus slips out to no one else. Not that anyone but us can open it given what it requires."

And so arrangements would no doubt be made so the pair of HRDs could be on their way to tend to the urgent business of getting her property and research back. Madeline was switched to another body, a different look for her. Since, the real Madeline running around right now would not look so well to those who knew of the events on Atrisia. Too risky and so ... Amaya Mizushimi was born. A brand new cover ID for the former Empress to hide beneath. A part of her rather enjoyed the thought, she could be anyone and go anywhere she pleased. She had forever to do everything she had always dreamed of. "Are you ready, Moira?" She asked softly, waiting for the woman who had helped the timid scientist ascend to something so much better than she had dreamed of. If only her mind could soon adjust to it all.

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Madeline Kahoshi"]


"Yes. Let's go." It was time to make a withdrawal. Well, presumably this was not the sort of withdrawal a bank expected its customers to make. Even though Bonadan was on the edge of space, Moira had nonetheless elected to wear a different face than she usually did. No one needed to know that Nalia Alderana had appeared on this day at this bank. After all, changing faces for an HRD was as easy as switching clothes for a human.


The formalities at the bank were quickly dealt with and it did not take much persuasion to make sure that they were unobserved without any guards watching. Credit chits worked wonders. And so within a short span of time they would find themselves standing in front of the deposit box that had stored the beautiful anti-force-user virus. Yet another step towards progress, towards the realisation of the grand vision that would make the Galaxy beautiful. A lasting order of logic, precision and straight lines. Impurity, irrationality and illogic would be erased. Madeline had been given the DNA sample that would be required to open the box.

 

[Madeline Kahoshi]

Madeline let Moira do the talking here and soon enough there they were, standing in the safe deposit room. Taking the small dna sample, the scientist applied it to the lock and waited as the mechanisms shifted and soon the small door opened. Reaching inside, she retrieved a singular vial, with no label and a yellowish fluid within. It looked so harmless, even now. The fluid within hardly seemed capable of doing the damage she had witnessed personally. A being melting away as their cells broke down one by one. Such agony. Still, it was the work of years of research. A product of a different Atrisia. Funny to think now, had she still been Empress she would have had no qualms about releasing that virus among the normal population to be rid of any such force users. To end the threat once and for all.

"It will need improvements, if it's ever to be made viable beyond what it is now. It was difficult to disperse then, physical contact required to pass it on to the next victim. Transmission will have to change to make it truly workable in normal circumstances." Ideally she'd like it to have been as spreadable as a common cold, or better yet measles where hours after the ill person left the room the air would still be contaminated. Without further hesitation, she handed the vial over to Moira.

[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Madeline Kahoshi"]


Such a small thing, yet so beautiful. Magnificient even. It was a work of art. Moira accepted the proffered vial and pocked it "You will have all the resources you require. We shall discuss further when we're on the Lightbringer," she transmitted to Madeline, using purely electronic communication that was so much more efficient than verbal one. It also had the benefit that organics could not eavesdrop on you unless they were using very sophisticated monitoring equipment to intercept and even they still had to translate it from compressed machine code.


And so they left without incident. No one tried to impede them. That said, for Moira's tastes the bank manager had been a tad too inquisitive earlier. Perhaps he would need to suffer an accident. In any case they would soon be aboard their ship and then leave Bonadan. The bank staff would probably never know what a vital role their institution had played for the fulfillment of the Age of Steel.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien watched coldly as the body fell to the floor. Quickly she stepped stepped over the still warm body and took a seat. Within minutes she had them set for a course for Kaeshana. "Heading home. Well home for me." She said softly as she took the ship up into the atmosphere and soon broke free. "You can take this ship, and the rest of it, wherever you want after that. But Kaeshana isn't safe for you. Never will be." A few more commands and she had programed the coordinates for Kaeshana into the computer.

"I'm going to the med bay, to see what I can do about my wounds and rest. Ship's on autopilot. Might want to try and rest yourself." Sighing heavily she moved slowly through the ship to the medical bay. Stepping inside she shed the helmet, and soon stripped from the armor. With that done she found herself some bandages and pain killers. It took her a while to make herself any bit presentable again but somehow she managed it. At the end, she injected herself with a heavy dose of pain meds and laid down on one of the beds. She did grab her comlink and sent a message to Siobhan. It's done. I'm on the way home. Then the brunette laid back and closed her eyes. She tried her best to get a little rest while she could.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"I know. But the queen is dead. Our dead brethren can rest at last," Naamah spoke, sounding unusually solemn before blowing Mirien a kiss as the dark woman departed. Time passed and she herself also had to look to her own wounds. While Atrisia was engulfed in chaos the ship slipped through hyperspace without disruption or delay. Night would have fallen upon the Eldorai homeworld by the time the ship arrived, though after some bureaucratic details were hashed out they would receive clearance. Naamah would waste no time with sticking around, but take her stolen loot and the ship back into space once Mirien had left, vanishing from the scenery. It would probably be the best for both of them if they did not see each other again.


Meanwhile, at the villa, Mirien's message from earlier had arrived, but at this point in time Siobhan was asleep, having finally managed to fall into a much-needed slumber. However, as chance would have it Priestess Eileithya was present at the villa and still awake, which was probably convenient given Mirien's injuries.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Exhausted and worn, Mirien made her way to the villa. Quietly she unlocked the front door. There had been no response to her message to Siobhan and she had wondered if her bond sister had even gotten it. Or was just too upset with her to reply. She could understand that at least. Sighing she started to limp her way towards her own room. For her part, Mirien just wanted to collapse in bed and pretend everything had not quite happened the way it had. But at least at the end, Madeline was dead and gone. That was what she needed. Mirien had survived and word of Madeline's death was spreading throughout the galaxy.

It was then she noticed a light on that shouldn't have been. In the usually empty guest room, at that. So the very worn tired brunette knocked lightly upon the door. "Hello?" She asked softly, pain radiating through her tone, even she couldn't have hid that if she had wanted to. She was just far too exhausted and hurt to really care at that point anyway.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


The door would slowly open, revealing...not Siobhan, Harmony or Tegaea, but a tall female Eldorai, her shapely features framed by a beautiful firemane that fell down to past her shoulders. Compassionate blue eyes looked upon Mirien, whose pain was all too evident despite the woman's beat attempt to hide it.


She was dressed in simple black robes and slippers. "Mirien, is it? Siobhan has told me about you. Come in, child. You lover is asleep, but I can use what gift I have to alleviate the pain you're in and help you heal. We have much to talk about." The words were spoken gently and physically the woman looked very fragile, but there was something about her tone that suggested this was not up for negotiation. "She has been very worried about you."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien blinked, not expecting the red headed Eldorai priestess. In fact that was the very last person she expected to see on the other side of the door. The Grand Inquisitor sighed, and nodded as she stepped into the room. Something told her it was not an option nor a request. Frankly the brunette was too tired to argue about it, or resist. "Yes, yes it is. Sorry to disturb you. Didn't think anyone was awake at this point."

Reaching up with her good hand, she brushed the hair back from her face, "I imagine so." She hadn't meant to worry Siobhan, but given the nature of what she was doing, she had expected that much. "I bet she's still a little angry at me as well." A little angry? Try a lot angry. Yeah .. yeah I know. She shrugged but soon winced for the effort. A hand reaching up to clutch at her wounded shoulder. "Note to self: Don't do that." She mumbled to herself.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]



"She's angry, upset and hurt. Emotionally and physically. Silly woman got hurt during training. But you mean a lot to her," Eileithya said bluntly as she led Mirien into the room.


"Please lie down on the bed and remove your shirt. I can help you then. Tell me, child, now that you have had your revenge - and I am not here to judge that - what are your intentions? What does Siobhan mean to you?" There was a soothing, gentle quality to her voice, which at no point strayed from its soft tone, but it was still insistent and firm.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien shook her head, feeling like she should have expected something like that. With a hiss she peeled her still bloodstained shirt off of her body and laid it aside. Numerous bruises, cuts and minor wounds lay beneath but the most concerning was the bloodied shoulder. Beneath the bandages she's placed herself was one hell of a wound. She'd not really felt it beyond what felt like a punch against her shoulder then, but she certainly felt it now. And choosing to cauterize it with a saber might not have been the wisest thing but in the moment it had done the job.

With a sigh, she then laid down upon the bed as she thought about the woman's questions. "I don't know." She whispered, her answer to both. Mirien had thought by ending Madeline that much of her issues would have gone away as soon as she closed that door. However, now she found trying to close that chapter in her life had only complicated it terribly. More than anything the former Inquisitor was just glad to be alive. She'd risked everything, perhaps foolishly for something that now seemed frivolous. "I care about Siobhan. I do." But to what degree she wasn't sure. The ideas, the implications of the possibility of love were painful and more than she wanted to deal with. It was a risk to them both and she knew it.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"I suggest you spend some time figuring it out, dear. Ideally in a nonviolent way," Eileithya said dryly before she focused her attention on the nasty wound. Cuts, bruises and minor wounds, but the greatest point of concern was the bloodied shoulder.


"My poor girl," she said softly with genuine compassion before she pulled upon the tangled web of infinite power that was the Force, willing its energies to flow through her before she focused them upon Mirien. With concentration etched over her features she narrowed her focus down to the smallest cellular level, shrinking it further and further. Then she called upon her powers to slowly mend what was broking, putting more and more of herself into the task. It would take much time and effort and even after she was done Mirien would be advised to take it easy, but she could heal the most grievous injuries.


"You've lived a life in the shadows. Not truly a life, where you could not close your eyes without fearing that someone might stab you in the back. That you might be the one tortured in the dungeon. Know this, Siobhan cares about you very deeply. Extremely so. You can stay in the shadows forever...or try to walk into the light."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien nodded, "Yeah ... That life is done. Don't plan to go back to that any time soon."

She glanced down to her shoulder, "It's not bad really. Certainly not the worst." Her gaze followed as the Priestess moved to help heal her. She'd never really been awake for this type of healing before and couldn't help but feel a bit curious with it now. With some effort the flesh and muscle soon worked to knit themselves back together with the redhead's help. Soon enough much of Mirien's pain had faded into memory. "I know she cares, I just ... I'm not sure." Not sure how I feel, if it's safe to feel, not to mention she is a married woman who loves another. What hope do I have?

For a moment she closed her eyes, Eileithya words uncomfortable to hear. It didn't make the Eldorai any less right, just hard for Mirien to hear of the reality she lived in. Realizing it had been years since she'd truly gotten any real sleep for fear that someone might be lurking in the shadows. "Certainly not a life I ever chose." She finally said. A sigh fell from her lips, "I don't know how. Don't know even where to start to escape the shadows that have been the only life I've known. Stepping outside of them ...." She bit at her lip, uncertain she was even capable of that after all this time.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"You are afraid. Of being rejected, judged, cast out? Left alone in the shadows," Eileithya spoke softly as she continued exerting herself to knit flesh and muscle back together. It would take time, but Mirien's pain would fade, though she would do well not to let any pressure on her shoulder.


"You have the chance for a better life. It is scary, but you've been given a second chance. It's yours to use. Siobhan is far from perfect. She is vain, selfish, rash and I pray to the Goddess that the dark path she walks does not consume her and lead her to peril, for it is a slippery slope that has been the downfall of stronger women. But she cares about you and...you two have something special. A profound bond. Do not turn away from it out of fear. As for what to do, I have been told that in a relationship there's the simple expedient of talking about your problems. Few try it."


She might be in healer and psychologist mode, but that would not change the fact that Eileithya was a total troll. Taking a deep breath as she ceased using the Force on Mirien's shoulder, she quickly went about cleaning and disinfecting it. "Have you thought about how you want to make things up to her?" she asked innocently.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien sighed, "Yes, I am. Never been in this situation before. Love ..." She stopped herself, "Love is a risk for someone like me. It gets good people killed. It's a risk. And I sure as hell don't want to be the reason she ends up dead. She's got a family, a wife. It's not my place to step in the middle of any of that." Though it could be argued that she already was in the middle of that.

With her good hand, careful to avoid anything the priestess was doing she rubbed slowly at her forehead. "My life hasn't been mine to my knowledge until now. And yeah, it scares me. I have no idea what to do with this ... This ... chance. Not everyone gets so lucky, I know. Still, doesn't make it easier to think about or deal with." She did nod, "I know she does care, its impossible to miss with the bond we both share. I just ..." Another sigh, "I don't know." She did chuckle though at the comment about talking in a relationship, "Talking, right one could do that, yes."

Mirien lifted a brow, looking up to the redhead. "Honestly, no. I was a little too concerned with surviving the last couple days I haven't had the time to think of much else." She admitted rather frankly.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"You love her," Eileithya said, gently stroking Mirien's brown hair. "Love can be frightening, terrifying even, it can undo. But it can also be the most joyful experience in your life. A life that is finally your own." There was a pause as she continued applying bacta to the woman's shoulder.


"I am not sure how versed you are in our culture, but there is an honoured and ancient tradition among my people, though less practiced now. You could offer to become a renunciant. For a limited duration, say two weeks, you would renounce your personal freedom and place yourself under her yoke. To do penance you would be her slave, accept any punishment she metes out and give her pleasure in any way. She needs to know that she can trust you and you need to learn to trust. That is, if you have enough faith in her to let her to do...anything she wants with you and make your body a vessel for her joy."


Clearly the space elves had some rather unconventional views. In the old days, when they had been more barbaric, being a renunciant had had...far darker aspects. "I understand that your relationship with her incorporates strong BDSM elements. Needless to say safe words and such would still apply."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien nodded, feeling ready to cry at those words. It was incredibly difficult for her to admit such. She did love her, and knew it. But she could never tell her. At least not yet, she was hardly brave enough for that. "I think I do." She still couldn't say those three little words aloud. Her gaze drifted down to her shoulder were Eileithya was still patching her up. "I just ... it's complicated." Very complicated, and .. well Mirien had never told anyone those three simple words before. Rejection from Siobhan, she knew too well she could not handle. "I just .. I don't want to lose her."

Then the priestess offered a most interesting idea. "I had not heard of it, had not known." She said quietly. For a moment she remained quiet thinking it over. She was a little bothered by the idea of completely serving Siobhan for a week or two. She'd never given her power over for that long. At the same time, she'd never done something this bad, hurt Siobhan this much. Would giving up her freedom for a couple weeks really be all that bad? Perhaps it would instill the trust the both of them needed in one another. "It's worth a shot I guess."

"Maybe it will be what the both of us need. The idea makes me a little nervous. I'm not used to being a .... to ... to giving up my power, my freedom ... I like being in control." She finally admitted. It would be no small task to give herself over in that way, but somehow Mirien felt it might work to help make things up between she and Sio. "Thank you, for treating my shoulder." Said softly as she closed her eyes, exhaustion threatening to overwhelm her.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]