6. PERSONAL LOGS... Lera sees Murdusk's reaction
May 20, 2020 1:43:53 GMT
Post by Admin on May 20, 2020 1:43:53 GMT
5.19.2020 at 2:16 PM
Her terminal beeped with an incoming message. There was no name, no originating source. Just a vid clip.
It started as a Holodeck, black room with yellow grid. Then is activated and the scene was one she knew intimately. As it played it was accurate, but not like a recording or vid of the time. More like a recreation. But everything was there until the explosion. Then it changed.
Through the smoke of the breach came a massive figure, one she knew from after the events. One that froze for a split second before... <e>
LlewelPendragonToday at 2:27 PM
Her hands rose to her mouth to cover the strangled cry. He had gone berserk with rage. She had seen it, in her captors. But this... this was... different.
Tears flooded her eyes as she watched him take out several of the 'captors' before pausing at the post to look at her. She couldn't see his face. She didn't know if it was pity or rage that had made him pause.
Was he sorry she was there? Or disgusted she had been caught in the first place? Did he want the rest dead and just ended the program? Or did he want to lash out at her with more than a whip and had departed before he did so?
She closed the program as he moved away and shook her head. He saw her as a victim. She knew it. In the very core of her soul, she knew it.
It took nearly 30 minutes before she could stand up. She was grateful she hadn't eaten dinner yet. It wouldn't have stayed down.
She staggered to the bathroom, tears falling so hard she was choking on her own sobs, unable to stop them. Half blind from them, she turned on the shower, not even bothering to undress. Her hands rose to the console and she dialed in the code she wanted. Just as coloring her hair had been easy, removing it would nearly the same. Nearly because it may take a couple days... but it would happen.
With a rage to erase that image of herself as he had seen her driving her to scrub at her scalp. The water ran brackish and she ended up on her knees. She scrubbed and scrubbed till her alloted water ration for that moment ran out. Then she merely sat there and wept. She wasn't a victim... She kept repeating the words over and over. <e>
LlewelPendragonToday at 3:02 PM
* * * * * *
An hour later, Lera is sitting at the desk, wrapped in a robe and her hair in a towel. She flips on the recorder, but not the video.
"Someone sent .... something... to me. It was him, The Security Chief. He was in the holodeck with some program of the play out of my rescue." Her voice is shaking. She is forcing herself to talk. Fear and helplessness taint her timber.
He went nuts. I had heard of wild, blind and even berserk rage. But I had never seen it... till now.
He wouldn't have needed the rest of the Orion Guard to help him that day. He went thru there like a simgle handed killing machine."
She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. "Then he came to me. I mean, the me in the holosuite. I was chained up, but the neck," you couldn't see her hand rise to cover where the collar had been. "He stopped... and looked. I wish I had seen his face. I need to know what he saw." There were tears welling up. "The way he stalked off suddenly, mid scenario... mid rescue... never even took me, I mean, my body down..." She was suddenly slightly muffled, her head was tucked down on her uppulled knees.
"A victim... he saw a victim... he had to." Then she raised her head and the realization of another option came to mind. "Or worse... a willing participant. How much did he see? Did he think I was there because I enjoyed it?" Anger was creeping into her voice. "Is THAT why he left me there... still on the chain... barely able to breathe because my toes are cramped?" Her head shakes to no one in particular. "I wish I had seen his face...."
The recording stops
Her terminal beeped with an incoming message. There was no name, no originating source. Just a vid clip.
It started as a Holodeck, black room with yellow grid. Then is activated and the scene was one she knew intimately. As it played it was accurate, but not like a recording or vid of the time. More like a recreation. But everything was there until the explosion. Then it changed.
Through the smoke of the breach came a massive figure, one she knew from after the events. One that froze for a split second before... <e>
LlewelPendragonToday at 2:27 PM
Her hands rose to her mouth to cover the strangled cry. He had gone berserk with rage. She had seen it, in her captors. But this... this was... different.
Tears flooded her eyes as she watched him take out several of the 'captors' before pausing at the post to look at her. She couldn't see his face. She didn't know if it was pity or rage that had made him pause.
Was he sorry she was there? Or disgusted she had been caught in the first place? Did he want the rest dead and just ended the program? Or did he want to lash out at her with more than a whip and had departed before he did so?
She closed the program as he moved away and shook her head. He saw her as a victim. She knew it. In the very core of her soul, she knew it.
It took nearly 30 minutes before she could stand up. She was grateful she hadn't eaten dinner yet. It wouldn't have stayed down.
She staggered to the bathroom, tears falling so hard she was choking on her own sobs, unable to stop them. Half blind from them, she turned on the shower, not even bothering to undress. Her hands rose to the console and she dialed in the code she wanted. Just as coloring her hair had been easy, removing it would nearly the same. Nearly because it may take a couple days... but it would happen.
With a rage to erase that image of herself as he had seen her driving her to scrub at her scalp. The water ran brackish and she ended up on her knees. She scrubbed and scrubbed till her alloted water ration for that moment ran out. Then she merely sat there and wept. She wasn't a victim... She kept repeating the words over and over. <e>
LlewelPendragonToday at 3:02 PM
* * * * * *
An hour later, Lera is sitting at the desk, wrapped in a robe and her hair in a towel. She flips on the recorder, but not the video.
"Someone sent .... something... to me. It was him, The Security Chief. He was in the holodeck with some program of the play out of my rescue." Her voice is shaking. She is forcing herself to talk. Fear and helplessness taint her timber.
He went nuts. I had heard of wild, blind and even berserk rage. But I had never seen it... till now.
He wouldn't have needed the rest of the Orion Guard to help him that day. He went thru there like a simgle handed killing machine."
She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. "Then he came to me. I mean, the me in the holosuite. I was chained up, but the neck," you couldn't see her hand rise to cover where the collar had been. "He stopped... and looked. I wish I had seen his face. I need to know what he saw." There were tears welling up. "The way he stalked off suddenly, mid scenario... mid rescue... never even took me, I mean, my body down..." She was suddenly slightly muffled, her head was tucked down on her uppulled knees.
"A victim... he saw a victim... he had to." Then she raised her head and the realization of another option came to mind. "Or worse... a willing participant. How much did he see? Did he think I was there because I enjoyed it?" Anger was creeping into her voice. "Is THAT why he left me there... still on the chain... barely able to breathe because my toes are cramped?" Her head shakes to no one in particular. "I wish I had seen his face...."
The recording stops