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- RP Date
- 45.4
- RP Location
- Akina System
Part 1: Malfunction and Consequences
Several Days Following the Hanami Festival on YamataiAkina System
Site of Akelost Leviathan Hybrid Arks Beta and Gamma being joined to create Akelost StationCheol increased his pace as he tried to keep up with Rin as she moved down the corridor from the docking sector. "Rin, talk to me? What are you thinking? You haven't said a word since we left the festival," he said as they dodged workers that were on ladders fixing conventional components that were built into the Leviathan's structure. "Tal'Cel! What has you so upset?!" he said again after he had to grab one of the ladders to stop a poor worker from falling when she clipped it on her way past. It appeared his inquiries fell on deaf ears, or worse infuriated her more than she already was. It was not long before they were in the middle of the old Imperial Sector of Ark Beta, //"What are we doing here?"// he asked, this time he attempted through vesper, she did answer, but not with words more of a high pitched hiss that made his head feel like he had been clobbered. She stopped before two closed armored isolation doors, she bruhed her hand across the dust covered translucent pane that was about mid level, it revealed the label beneath:
04C-Cae'Aester Rin Eitan
Rin turned around, and grabbed Cheol by the chin her black painted well manicured nails lightly dragged against his skin, she leaned in real close and spoke for the first time since the festival. Her jaw tightened and her face twitched with fuming anger as she said to him in a loud, domineering voice, "I aum nis au Qeuun!" ("I AM NOT A CEL!) She held him there, her sapphire eyes didn't leave his. It forced him right down to his knees as he stared back at her. It was as if time stood still, all he could here was her seething breath that followed her words. She felt as he strained in her grip to try and nod, she released his chin but not without pushing him right back down with a dismissive push of her wrist. "Ank I aum nis simu Esphrau kaumnuk rufejuu," ("And I am not some Espra damned refugee,") she said as the mindhive opened the isolation doors following the input of her credentials.
The lighting in the office activated, a series of volumetric screens followed as the isolated mindhive also began to wake from its hibernation. The office was extremely well decorated and just the way she had left it. The large desk still had datapads scattered on it, various volumetric blueprints of vessels swirled to life along with a simulated viewport behind the desk which still showed an image of the Attanaark Expanse. There was a command style throne chair behind the desk, two padded leather chairs in front along with a sofa along one of the side walls that extended from the corner to the door to her private quarters. She stood in front of the desk, eyes locked on the simulated viewport that had the flags of their old nation on either side of it.
"You can come in Cheol, don't just sit there," she said in a voice now not barely above a whisper.
Cheol scrambled to his feet and entered behind her. He didn't dare approach too close with her in the mood she was in. He just stared at the back of her as she grabbed a folded Aest Vyrdi from the desk and pulled it on over her head, the long sleeves and colorful teal bird-like pattern on its back. He waited for her to say something, he didn't understand what was happening other than she had obviously grown tired of things as they were. She was still seething and he could tell that the emotion was near the point of being vile, he just folded his hands behind his back and stood there waiting.