by MillietheWarrior » 02/07/2010 11:51 PM
Spike was ambushed by her hostility; wasn’t he supposed to be the angry one? She had, after all, put him through two days of hell and then snuck back into his room. He hadn’t expected this. He blinked, confused as she typed in a code on her gauntlet. For a moment, his brain told him he should have reacted faster and had his own vibroblade out; but when the holoimage shimmered to life before his eyes, he could only manage to look surprised and confused. Spike’s gaze shifted form the holoimage, to Tracyn, and he frowned darkly, his eyes slowly narrowing into glittering slits.
“My little stunt? Lets’ review, shall we? First you kidnap me, then you put me through hell for no apparent reason, and then you show up back here, harping on about how this is my fault? Are you daft, lady?! What person in their right mind would ever trust the word of their kidnapper? How was I to know you were being truthful?! You gave me no reason to trust you, and even less to like you. So forgive me for saying so, but this is as much your fault as it is mine!” He shoved past her and moved to retrieve his data pad, tapping the screen in annoyance as if it had stopped working. “What I’m going to do about it? What do you expect me to do about it?”
He sighed heavily, and turned to look at her. “I suppose I can’t just ignore it; those shifters are our allies…” He shook his head. “Our forces are stretched thin as it is…But I suppose…Myself and one of my men can deal with this.” He regarded her with a weary gaze, before unclipping his helmet from his belt and setting it on his head. He blinked and brought up his HUD, singling out a particular comlink channel that belonged to one very well known Clone (Or at least, well known in the base). “Duke,” he said briskly over the line. There was a pause, and then a crisp, clear voice, lightly accented, filled his helmet. “Commander 665. What can I do for you, sir?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Got a job for you, Duke. Get your shebs over to my room; we have a guest that needs our help on a…political call.” Silence. Spike wondered if Duke was making his way to his room, or ignoring him. Then there was a click, and Duke’s voice came back over the line. “Understood sir. I’m on my way. ETA, 2 minutes, sir.” Spike sighed and closed the channel. Duke was too formal for his liking, but he was also quite diplomatic; where Spike might fail in reasoning with these hunters, Duke might succeed. He turned to regard Tracyn through the t-slit visor of his helmet.
“There,” he said, turning on his outward speakers. “We’ve got our backup. Now…tell me what to do, since you obviously know more about this than me.” He folded his arms over his chest, eyes glowing darkly behind his visor; just when he thought he’d gotten rid of her for good…here she was again. “And why are you wearing that ridiculous outfit?”
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I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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