Private Heretic Station: The Aftermath

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Oh how resurrections never seem to play out as one would think. Perhaps the fault lie in mortals themselves, for they have always held awe of their immortal gods.
But this were not the case.

Karlie were sobbing, holding on tight to someone she had thought lost. Both joy and heartbreak tugged at our blonde. Joy for the salvation of her friends and sorrow for the deception of her heart. Karlie had come to terms of her love for Vera shortly after her death. Then to watch her friend befall and die before her eyes...

Had she wished them back? Yes.
Had she prayed to Berkana to awaken from the nightmare? Yes
Yes.
YES, she had wished she could have turned back time. Turned back time not for her mother but for Vera. To reset that moment. To somehow change it...

Here she were now with Rom in her arms and her prayer answered.
But had Berkana answered her?
It seemed not. It seemed they were above Berkana's law, much like her mother was...much like she herself had once been.
Was Rom like her mother Karla...a god?

Were all these wars fought through the Millenniums all fought and lead by gods? Clash of the Titans it had been and still was.
Karlie had chosen to be mortal. But a mortal could not make such a choice now, could they? Only a god could chose to be mortal.
"Gasp!.." It were to bitter to swallow, this revelation.

Karlie's mind were blown. She held fast to Rom, squeezing her resurrected friend ever so tight...ever so tight. Karlie's life, the life before her and the one before that flashed before her. They were like hammer strikes against the anvil that were destiny. Only gods could change destiny. Karlie had changed her destiny.
"Gah!" She then broke away, outstretching her good hand, putting it between her and Rom as she stepped away from the biot.

"No...
No...NO!" Karlie shouted, with laden breath.
"I can't be part of this anymore.
I don't wish to be part of this goddamn game!" Her eyes averted looking into the Chiss' orbs, lest she fold...lest she give in to everything.

"Don't...." She didn't wish to hear more.
"Please....don't." Karlie kept pleading as Rom tried to explain.
Her words were echoing throughout every part of Karlie's body...wanting, yearning for her to just give in. But giving in now would give away her self esteem.

Damn her hand hurt so much more now...
Rom picked up on it and took it with empathy. Karlie nevertheless squirmed away, again not daring to look into Rom's eyes, nor her face, lest her heart give her up.

"You don't know how much I wanted you back...." Karlie sobbed, holding her hurting hand away from Rom's reach.
"You don't know..." Physical pain was something Karlie most certainly didn't like. But emotional pain she were feeling was far more painful.
She looked over to where Rom had come in by...the open slider. Karlie's own speeder was there not a few meters off to the side.
She made a dash for it.

 

[Ian Sade]

"Keep me abreast on their activity. I don't wish for more misunderstandings again..." Ian was back in his office at the ICI building. The building was just across the IBI. Well almost as the Capitol building which housed the Cabinetry was between the two bureaus. Before him atop his granite desk was a hologram from one of his agents.

Ian weren't talking about their allies, Nine's daughters. His bureau wanted to keep tabs on the local departments which were temporarily filling in, due to the catastrophic attack Castagne just survived from. Many field agents from both the IBI and ICI had sustained much loss as they were among the front line defenses.
When the smoke cleared the bureaus found themselves with many vacancies. As part of the recovery initiative the Cabinetry had ordered temporary low priority risk positions within the bureaus be filled by the local municipal authorities. It were a contingency plan that had not been enacted upon for nearly two decades.
Yes, the Civil War which exploded over the rise of Darth Rigor...discovered to be Karla Linset.

All the affected authorized personnel had been cleared months, if not years prior for just an emergency such as what had come down on Castagne. Then again, the bureaus had tabs on just about all pertinent citizens... scientists, engineers, police...school teachers...priests.

"Aye, colonel. And of their findings?" the man flickering in the hologram asked.

"Yes...their findings..." Ian then leaned back on his chair. His eyes were distant. he were elsewhere.
"Log them in, like they are from the bureaus, but tagged as such. We just may be entertained by what they think they are discovering..."

"Understood." The hologram of his raven (field agent) nodded before dissipating.

"Civs..." Ian sighed.
He had been briefed by the Cabinetry to deal with them...civilly.
Ian shook his head at the incompetency of these temps. Hell, they almost got themselves killed in apprehending one of the recovering biots....namely the Vera unit.

Units...that's all they are Ian. " he had to keep reminding his self, despite flashes of that quirky smile he had been so enamored over on Azteri. Yep...it were that smile...the one distinct feature a human seems to fall for. Well, most humans anyway.


Beep..beep...beep...

"Seriously?"..he looked over to the incoming request for an open channel. It were from one of the aforementioned temp squad. How on earth had they acquired his line? They had channels, chain of command they had to follow. They knew the protocols...idiots.
"Yes...colonel Sade speaking." he answered.
He were ordered to be civil...it was only temporary till Castagne reorganized.

"Sir...it appears one of the androids has entered a sparring chamber in the IBI rec center." The temp-registrant at the IBI bureau reported

"Appears to have entered?" Yes, he were playing with them.

"I...I mean, the android has appeared in the sparring chambers" came back a more decisive observance.

Still, Ian 's eyes made a circle.
"Sigh...which android...has entered the sparring chambers?"

"Uhm...the...sir, I don't really know....one of the pretty ones?..sir..." The man's voice came down a few octaves as he had realized his reply was less than what an ICI operative expected of him to hear.

"Send me the feed. And next time, please follow proper protocol."

"Uhm, yes, sir.."

Ian closed the one channel and opened up the link.
His brow furled. Who the frak was this one now?
Ian starred at the so called android and watched it effortlessly dispatch the waves of sim droids..level after level.

He did a quick check on the two biots that he was familiar with. Vera was as he guessed with the blonde at the beach bungalow.
West was-
West was at the IBI building. He honed in on the tracker and sure enough this new face indicated to be the West unit itself. He locked the input on face recognition, zooming in on the biot's features.
"Sigh.." It was not the same smile.

He terminated the link.