Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr (Mercy)
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw
Objective I.: Doing her job and follow the warlord's commands.
Location: New Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
Equipment:
FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | 2x
PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol |
Light Armour |
Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x
Vibrodagger ||
Stealth field generator ||
OPBC-01m
Writing With:
The Mongrel
| Open
Allies:
BotM/
NIO |
Rowena | Open
Enemies:
AC/
EE/
GA/
Enclave |
Baron Reinhardt Ström
[ New Order ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
I no longer had the strength to scream again when I felt the ice-cold blade at my throat. It was cold and painful, but not cold enough for me to wake up. I was doing my best to move, but my body no longer wanted to obey my will. Move, move, move! I told myself. Warm blood flowed from my wound to my chest, flowed under my armour, but I was still breathing and not choking, the blade crawled even deeper. Hurt. Then the blade and the soldier stopped for a moment.
Everything was infinitely slow, just like then, on Carlac. I could feel every movement of the ice-cold bayonet. Also, the way the gun stopped for a moment. Noise, something tore the door or the ceiling. I couldn’t tell, I couldn’t lift my head so much. I could only feel the air movement, the way the dagger fell out of the wound after that and fell to the ground. There was someone else in the hall.
I tried to lift my head but failed. I just felt like the soldier holding me was letting go. The soldier opposite me falls to the ground, just like the one behind me. And I couldn’t stand on my feet either. However, something caught me and I didn’t fall to the ground. I tried to lift my head but it didn’t work out, I just looked at the ground and gasped thickly. It was not a human being, not a living being, but a metal that held me. But it was quite gentle, which was ironic because I didn’t know tenderness during my short existence.
Caring, worrying, tenderness. It was all about strength, survival. But now, as if he wanted to take care of me. It appeared on my retina, which was already there on Jakku too, if I don't calm down, if I don't arrange my breathing I will pass out. And then there was no question of bleeding out, because it was an opportunity. After the words, I was sure I was imagining, I’m definitely lying on the ground, dying, and it’s just a hallucination. There could be no other.
"Would this be the final gift of the Dark Three before paradise?" I asked, or at least wanted to, I don’t know if I was able to do it or not.
To his words, if I had the strength, I would have laughed mockingly. It really was nothing more than a damn hallucination, the last minutes of a dying woman. These are the damn words I wanted to hear. However, the sober half of my mind would have shouted with anger that it was so humiliating because I did nothing well. I wanted to make him proud, I wanted to be the best, I wanted to be indispensable. In the end a dozen soldiers defeat me? Degrading! Humiliating!
"I failed you, I disappointed you… I am unworthy…" I tried to say.
I didn’t want to die, I wanted to live to prove that I am strong, that I am worthy. And then… I felt something from his direction. Concern, care. My eyes widened. That was the moment I realised I wasn’t hallucinating. I… I thought… I thought he was here because of my thoughts full of desire about him recently. That he was just a hallucination, but no, he was real!
"W… warlord?!" I had a hard time saying it, there was disbelief and admiration in my voice
Never, since I have served him, has he never, never done so. He sacrificed his men at any time and watched them die if they were unworthy. But now he was here. No! Is it possible that my telepathy would be so strong that I would have called him here? No, I didn't think so. But I was glad for him, somehow, I was surrounded by a feeling I didn't even know so far, neither Ziare. Security, peace. Feth! Rest. Yes, that would have been great, but no! I couldn't lose my consciousness. I have to struggle to stay awake.
Moments later, he was holding me in his arms. This was different from the first time. The situation was full of ironic parallels. I wanted to laugh and another part of me to cuddle and embrace him. I was so close to him once and it wasn’t me either. On Carlac, as he clenched Ziare's throat, there Ziare struggled to stay awake. She was afraid the warlord would kill her, I was afraid, if I would die now… I wouldn't see him anymore. Feth with the motto of the Maw, I wanted to live, I didn’t want to die.
We were already heading outside, gathering all my strength and reaching up to his face and stroking him, weakly. I didn’t want to be Ziare, who never dares to do anything. I'm not her. I want to regret what I didn’t do, not what I didn’t have the courage to do. And if I am destined to die now, at least I can say yes, I had the courage to do it! Since I didn’t have more strength physically, I tried to reach for his mind and maybe soul with my own.
The Taskmaster taught me a few things, but I was just directing Ziare, and I used to scream today when my injuries hurt, and due this I hurt them. I didn't want to control him, I didn't want to hurt him. I touched that part of his brain, his mind with my telepathic powers, that could make him feel like I was really touching his face, like I was stroking his cheek. I was hoping that there were still parts of the brain where the receptors had otherwise transmitted the data and stimulus. Gentle caress, then as if I had taken his hand.
My head started to ache; my nose started bleeding again. I didn’t give up, I tried to climb even deeper in his head, to the part where he was. Where he still imagines himself to be human, with a physical body, safe. I was hoping there was such a part. It’s like Ziare’s wretched meadow or the wall outside where I was with the Taskmaster. Or Carlac. If I had such a part of his mind and I managed to get in, I stopped in front of his spiritual eyes without injury.
"Why?" I asked.
No, actually the answer to the question was not important now, there'll be time later to get an answer… as much as I thought of him in the last hours, I wanted to kiss him. I don't want to waste this opportunity. I leaned closer to do it all …
NO! The picture broke, I found myself in his arms again, my hand dropped next to me, everything started to darken. No no! I can't faint, I have to stay awake…
These were my last thoughts before the darkness embraced me and finally the pain disappeared…
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