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[Feena]

Feena had been relatively silent during Vorhis little speech. She offered a smile, but that was the best she could do. So much pain. Everywhere. The bleeding had stopped, but her shoulder was broken in several places. Such a tiny wound, but so much damage. She let him help her up, leaning on him more than she liked for support. The medicine. She needed it.

The idea of a security team... troubled her somewhat. To take away valuable resources for her own protection. It was wasteful. She hardly thought it necessary. She was only the Archon. She could be replaced easily enough. she already had a good idea who would do it too. And the idea of clothing optional Fridays did sound... interesting. Oh goodness, she was delirious if she honestly started to think it was a good idea!

She took the medicine offered, having forgotten in her state that it was still needed. Gratefully, she took the pill from her rescuer and swallowed it as they started down the elevator.

"...No," she croaked at last, "A hospital is too... obvious. If my attacker is still looking for me, that is the first place he will look."

It was true enough. The victim was always taken to the nearest medical facility to be treated for even minor scratches. It was a comfortable, safe place.
Or... it should be safe. But Feena was concerned. A hospital would be full of people. So many people that could get hurt if they accidentally got in the way. Even just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She could not risk it.

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Varax Malchor"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi frowned. He needed a plan. Fething hell. "Fine, I'll...improvise," he said coolly. Even in her current state she was right. a hospital was conspicuous. And lacking in security. New plan. Or was it an old one? Whatever. It'd work. It had to. He grinned. Time for the best bait and switch ever. "Just ignore whatever I say. Play along until we get to the infirmary. Time to lie a little," he said as he drew in his breath. he hated these kinds of bluffs without preparation.

He put on his sternest face as the door open paramedics helping Feena onto a hovering gurney. "Clear the path or I'll have you arrested for interfering in the treatment of wounded government personnel!" He bellowed with a certain obnoxiousness. "For those of you in the press, we will have a conference tomorrow at Bothawui General. This entire building is now a crime scene. Good night!"

He helped usher her into the ambulance, wishing he could wink as he followed in the back with the paramedics. "JSI Headquarters, infirmary wing," he said nodding to them. "Fly low and in traffic. We do not wish to be followed. I will clear us at the gate," he said to the medics, calmly.


@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Varax Malchor"]

 

[Feena]

Feena was... out of it. She couldn't quite remember how she got into the ambulance, or what was being said around her. The press had started to gather. Questions were being thrown around.
Word traveled fast, but Feena was too tired to consider what that could mean for her. She closed her eyes, letting the paramedics patch her up as best they could in the ambulance. She wasn't compaining. No force healers around unfortunately, but that was alright. She prefered slow natural healing anyway.

"Keter," she realized suddenly, "Keter will be... I was talking to him when it happened."

She gave Vorhi a look of pure worry. He knew how her husband could be. He would understand her concern for this fact. If he thought she was dead....

He would tear this world apart.

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Keter"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi nodded calmly. Great, a freakout. He considered how well Keter was going to take all of this. He knew the answer. Badly. Very, very badly, his thoughts echoed as he considered how well it had gone for him last time. Well, Keter would still be better off with the truth. He sighed as he patched his comm-link to a global transmitter uplink on the ambulance's comm-equipment, putting in Keter's ship comm. He hailed, hoping the angry cyborg would check this message. "Keter, it's Vorhi. Pick up, damnit!" He said with a rather rare instance of genuine anger to his tone.

@[member="Keter"] @[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Keter]

The Fury tore through hyperspace. It would take hours, endless hours before they reached Bothawui. Even having turned everything off barring the engines. K-36215 sat silently at the controls of the Inferno Duo, knowing better than to interact with its master when he was in such a mood. Even the droid could sense the overwhelming darkness swelling in the blond. Actually...the droid couldn't truly remember when Keter had ever been angry. That made it worry. He was prone to being quite...rash. Dramatic. Destructive.

In his room, sitting at his desk, Keter had caged his rage, for now. Instead he watched the last moments of his last conversation with Feena. Last...That could have been their last talk ever. The blond felt his jaw clench as his eyes replayed the message, freezing at the moment just before his wife had been shot. The image was blurred, but he could see it. A bullet. It would be near impossible to get any details from the recording. He just had to hope he would get in time to study the remains of the bullet before law enforcement did. He had no formal training of course, but his mind was already staking out a plan.

Find the bullet. Calculate the trajectory. Turn the building it was fired from upside down, study all surveillance anywhere near it. He was going to tear Bothawui apart until he found what he wanted. He would find whoever did this. And he would find out why. Keter had a rough idea already. Feena was an Archon. She would have an endless list of political enemies. Any of them would have had the money to hire an assassin. Or maybe it was a lone hunter who felt personally wronged? Maybe she was just an Archon, and not Feena to them? Keter hoped it was the first instance. At least then he would be able to spare the shooter - he would have been just a tool after all.

But whoever had wanted Feena dead...was going to see exactly what she had been holding back this whole time. A slight smile spread across his face. It had been too long. The smile slowly turned into a giggle as scenarios played out in his mind. Retaliation. Oh he knew something about that. Retaliation and escalation. Feena had always disapproved of such thoughts, and Keter had worked hard to keep his more...vicious side suppressed. But he knew she always suspected there was something far darker within him than he ever showed. But if she was gone...if she was gone then so was the best part of him.

He was laughing now, the sound echoing around his dark and empty room. He was spinning in his seat, his mind a whirl with possibilities. He would hunt. He would punish. All those responsible. The shooter. His employer. Bothawui. The Confederacy itself.

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Varax Malchor"]

 

[Feena]

He wasn't answering. Feenas heart sank. Her arm was in a sling now. Further surgery was necissary, she was being told. But for the time being, this was going to have to do. She was going to have to get to the hospital soon, but for now, this was okay. She didn't know where she was going yet. She hadn't honestly been listening when Vorhi gave his instructions to the ambulance driver. It didn't matter to her now. Her mind was on Keter. No answer. No answer! This was bad.

"We have to contact someone else. Keters family. We have to find out where he went."

With one hand she managed to link her own comm up and call up the only person who might know where he went.

Feena liked Barnabus, despite how she disaproveds his... less than ideal methods with the girls. He was a good man, and sometimes a good conversation or two could be had with him. But she always felt a little guilty talking to him. Keter told her once what happened to him before all this, and she couldn't help but feel like her and the girls reminded him of that. She was always a little careful...
But today was the exception. Feena was just a hairs width away from full panic mode after everything that hadhappened today.

"Barnabus! Answer me!"

If she coukdn't get through to him... Feena didn't even want to think about it.


@Vorhi Alestrani @Varax Malchor @[member="Keter"]