2. Kru
Murphy was sitting next to Ontari's bed. The heavy sedation she was now under after she freaked spoke volumes. Not every day you realize that you are bolted to several machines until your caved in skull heals. The heavy puffiness and skin stretch bladders under what was left on Ontari's skin stated that it would be a while. Abby had started work with Raven to 3D print a new skull portion to replaced the chunk of skill Ontari loss due to Jaha bashing her head in. The pressure draining tubes would be taken out in a few days but the neural implants that had been linked to the parts of Ontari's brain would now become a permanent part of her body making her a cyberized Intelligence Advanced being. Ontari would still be mostly human, but most of her mind above her lower reptile brain would be controlled by Bekka's chip technology. Most of that was running off of a modified copy of Ontari's memories that was being restored by the long term memory centers of what was left of her mind. The chest cavity split that Abby had done to maintain the blood flow between Ontari and Clark were all things this girl would have to live with, but it had forced this personality that was returning become more... tempered. Underneath it all still was the young woman who like him had never been part of their society but where in a position where they would be shaping it.
Becoming some political advisor to a temperamental young woman was one thing, but this... Murphy leaned back and chuckled, maybe the Grounder saying: "The best blades are ones forged through hardship, pain and compassion." Well that held true for him and several of the Hundred, maybe even Emori and Ontari even more so.
Till Murphy came to the ground, he never fully fit in, but now he had two girls whom he would fight and die for. One was thrown out their home because she and her brother had deformities that didn't meet their society's view of perfection. The other was torn from her parents all because she came from some warrior bloodline that declared that she should be a leader all because of the color of her blood. Now with one sleeping in his lap and the other in a drugged slumber as he looked at both of get some rest from the events of last few days.
Emori was scared of what was going to come as well what she had done under the control of that blasted A.I., broken feelings and betrail of those she trusted. Feeling Emori snuggle around to get comfortable as she propped her head on his lap, Murphy stroked his fingers through her dark hair which comforted her down. There always would be a monsters but also heroes or atleast anti-villains. Anti-villains at least were not good people, but they lived by a code... A code that once you learned it... Well Clark and Lexa did become eachother fuck buddies. In this world these Anti-heroes and Anti-Villians seemed to have worked out a sort of truce and had started to rebuild the world they needed it to be. They wouldn't always be the ones you expected them to be, but right now this new foe would be of the creations of the past and it would be fought by those who called this place home.
The current fight ahead of them how had to do with those damn aging reactors that had gone critical. Over a dozen Nuclear Reactors going into meltdown and nine of them were currently burning. This meant that all thirteen peoples of this land would have to unite together to put them out and save what was left of the human race. Maybe this was the call to arms needed that would be the stuff of legend that would probably bring the land the peace it so desperately needed. Not King Arthur legend grade stuff, but the type of story that needed to be told in this world of mutated animals, genetically engineered humans and well... his ass.
Now back to the situation at hand: Watch over Ontari and make sure the Emori got some much needed sleep. He just needed to be there for the two women he loved.
The rest of the stuff was working its self out for the time being as he just kept sending word of the status of Heda and the rest of the politics and matters of state were running like anything else.
Raven was working with Jaha and the other techs and engineers to figuring out the best way to put out these fires so that they could present a course of action to deal with each reactor on a Kru by Kru basis.
Raven had tracked down Alie's data on the burning reactors and had projected it using the uplink from her old decent pod to communicate with what was left of the Ark in the Arkadia's main hall that had been turned into a war room. When Clark showed the map and the information to the Arkers and to many of the Grounders it hit like a sledgehammer to the head. Given that Alie had decided to upload everyone to her computer system just so that she in her mind could save the human race... Well her idea of saving humanity also included nuking the hell out of it to decrease the population. Putting a course of action to overcome this threat was not driving politics in ways that Lexa could only have dreamed of.
Now Clark had gathered everyone who knew the lands and terrains of where the reactors were at along with any Arkers who had training or knowledge about nuclear material to help resolve this crisis. It was going to be race to literally put out fires. Even Jaha had been dragged in, in chains none the less given that he had built Alie's power core from a nuclear warhead to help with resolving the mess that he had helped unleash upon this world.
Some of the burning cores could be shut down via drowning them in water and acid to speed up the decay the natural of the nuclear material... The others... well they needed to be shut down before they could be drowned permanently. Even a few blacksmiths had offered up their metal working skills to help craft the tools and weapons needed for this fight. Raven accepted the help as she had them crafting things that would be needed to putting out these fires. Even the art of glass blowing had been rediscovered in light of recent events. This meant that after this there would be many glass goblets being made for the new Heda's ascension ceremony after they forged the bottles needed to transport the acid to the site of the fires.
Emori shifted again in his lap as she moved to grab onto his ass. Murphy grinned and reached over and grabbed a handful of her own buttock and squeezed, she was so cute like this when she was sleep frisky. Even when she mumbled some of the more sexual explicit references to her dream world. Murphy's playful touch sprung Emori wake and out of whatever raunchy dream she was having or escaping to in light of recent events. Whatever fantasy Alie had given her, it sure must have been sex filled given her grief when she had been slammed back to reality in that day in the tower back in Polis.
"So who is the lover that is making my dream girl so raunchy?" Murphy knew that Emori still had the chip in her head but a rubbing her thigh stated who he thought it was. Murphy knew that Emori had lusts and desires like any girl say Clark or Ontari, but for Emori it was in the more cuddle category given how she pulled people close to her. Emori was no longer afraid of people seeing her deformed bits of her body. It showed even now as she gotten rid of much of the disguise she used to hide who she really was. Though she knew roughly or in a literal terms what he and Ontari had done in her bed, in a way it hurt her, but also that mind controlled chip sex she had done with him in the Temple of the Heda also haunted her. The look in Emori's brown eyes spoke all wanted was the last few weeks that she had been chipped erased from her mind and some of her innocence back.
"I was dreaming of us on the boat. That night we slept in the nude." Emori's words highlighted how she longed for that moment of intimate connection that shared together. Murphy remembered that night. The first night where Emori showed of more of that toned bad assed body of her's. Smitten grin and well Emori stealing his clothes as a sort of con get ahead in her view. He did get her back by stealing her's, but mostly that was to see her naked perfect fuckable ass. They really didn't have sex that night, but it was for them just... well bonding wrapped in the that blanket and just talking about their shit lives made them feel intimate with each other. The green thunderstorm out in the distance just highlighted their conversation. This was when they had started to fall in love. They really didn't have a plan back then other than get away from Jaha and figure out how to get Emori's brother back. A point made moot by Otan's death just days later. But as Murphy traced his fingers through her raven black hair Emori realized that she had found the one thing that she had longed for with him... Kru, "family."
Emori moved to get up and stretch out from her place on Murphy's lap. Emori had gotten over her sensitivity of her mutated hand being seen by others, but she was still sensitive about her normal toes which she thought were too small. Finding out from Abby that her hand had been formed not by radiation, but by inter-fetal chimera-ism had taken a load off of Murphy's mind. Inter-fetal cellular cannibalism was the more accurate term of what had taken place. This meant that Emori could have perfectly healthy babies... that was if they could have if this current crisis could be overcome. But Emori was worried about the cannibal term still being connected to her condition. Given that there were things still even taboo in this post wasteland of a world. Emori looked like she would go vegan and swear off of any meat just to distance herself from that term. But according to Abby as she explained the condition to Emori as it wasn't actual cannibalism but more of a mixing of her cells the building blocks of her body and that was the reason that her hand was the way it was. She was supposed to be ywins
Her body had two sets of designs, just there was a screw up during construction. The little fingers on her hand belonged to her unborn twin.
"So how is the Ice Princess?" Emori spoke looking over at Ontari's slumbering form.
"A little better, Abby cranked down the sedative a little while ago." Ontari's current plight was on Murphy's mind and Emori knew it. Ontari wasn't some mark, she was someone that had come from similar circumstances as some of the other Hundred. Wanheda's Hundred.
"Do you think she still hates you?" Emori spoke concerned.
"Don't know, but given the Hell that Nia had put her through growing up, Alie's offer of a world without pain was very tempting to her along with all the knowledge she lusted for was one serious deal. For me Pain is what I need to live... without it I am nothing." Murphy spoke as he moved to pull Emori to him. "That doesn't mean that I am not without compassion and love. For Ontari..." There was a deep sigh from him. "She has a lot to learn in that not everyone wants to use you to get something as a result."
"Guess, she never thought having her head bashed in and having Wanheda's blood flowing through her being the price of her freedom." Emori spoke as the tension of the present situation played out. There was a knock on the door. Murphy and Emori turned to see Raven standing there.
"So how goes the battle plans Raven-reyes of the order of the Kanics." Murphy said giving Raven's somewhat honorary title that had made its way through the Grounder Community. Amazing what takes place when people make the connection between Raven's origin story and Premaheda Bekka's. Though instead of the Grounders of Polis finding Raven, she had been found by Wanheda after she had landed. That and being of the same order of Bekka didn't help things, though after hearing Alie scream in people's heads to "Kill Raven" and seeing what the former zero-g mechanic had done for Clark during the battle in the City of Light, Raven's name had become somewhat sacred.
Raven's bird symbol had started to crop up around Polis next to that of the Heda. Murphy had done what he could to shoot down the belief that Raven should be worshiped by stating that Raven had been part of the same ancient order that Bekka had been part of as well as Jaha. That had slowed down that belief, but for the time being until Ontari put down a decree, it was going to be ugly.
"So... How is Ontari doing?" Raven said as she walked over. Raven had modified the knee brace to give her more maneuverability, the limp was less now. The two motors she had placed in were designed so that she could when necessary restore the strength to her leg for just a moment so that she could move normally. Given recent events, Raven wanted to be more active in things though given her chip work on Ontari.
"Good, she has been mumbling about someone named Einhart kicking her ass." Raven grinned at Murphy.
"Guess that the former Heda warriors decided to work with Lexa to train Ontari here." Raven said moving her fingers to put some of Ontari's hair back into place.
"What do you mean?" Emori spoke looking at Raven.
"Well for the past hour, I have been watching Ontari here be in a sparring match with Lexa and one of the other uploaded Hedas through my portal." Raven said taking a seat by Ontari. "Ontari really needs to think things through before she picks a fight with someone."
"You have been watching Ontari fight?" Emori stated in shock. Raven's portal was something that wasn't wide knowledge, but for someone like Emori it could be dangerous given that she had recently learned of her brother's death at the hands of Pike. "The Portal to the City of Light... have you seen..." Raven raised her hand.
"Emori... The portal only has a copy of the information about your brother. I don't..." Emori apologized.
"Knowing that part of him is there makes me happy," Emori spoke "...even if he only remembers the good things and not the bad ones."
"Emori..." Raven moved in with her words. "The Portal doesn't work that way. Most of what I have seen is that the remaining consciousness's that are there have started to remember their previous lives and have started to transform the environment Alie created into something they find more comfortable. I think Rebekka had something to do with that."
"Rebekka?!" Emori started to put the pieces together as she leaned forward and started to whisper. "As in the Pramheda?"
"The same one." Raven moved and started to check the strange black crown that had been placed upon Ontari's head. "Looks like the sensors need to be adjusted some." Raven moved into Mechanic mode as she started to move around Ontari's head moving the various sensors and antenna relays into place to where she could start updating the chip data in the Nightblood's skull. "Murphy, could you help me here and adjust the placement of the glucose pump feeding her brain tissue, one of the warning lights is blinking."
"Sure..." Murphy said getting up from his seat and walking over to the bed.
It had been strange seeing Abby's scans on Ontari's still breathing body. Even after having her chest cracked open and having his unwashed hands shoved into her chest to squeeze her black heart. Ontari proved to be a fighter. Whether this was from her being a Nightblood or from the Ice Nation, it didn't matter... she was alive. This pump was one of the things that was making the chip's work all that much easier as it worked to rebuild her brain.
"Murphy..." Ontari spoke as she started to wake up. Murphy looked at her as Raven flicked on the pump a few times with her fingers to make it flow better.
"Hey my Ice Princess... Good to see you wake up." Ontari started to lick at her lips.
"Thirsty..." Murphy moved to get a cup and placed to her lips and started to drink. "Water tastes good, not like water from snow from home..."
"Is there anything else you want my Heda?" Ontari grinned. Ontari realized that she had been hurt, and... Well realized the mistake of throwing Murphy, her Flamekeeper into the dungeon.
"Not now... I am hurt that bad?" Ontari was starting to understand her situation. Murphy had to sigh.
"The pressure is coming down to where you are awake more. The spot where Abby had to split your chest open so that I could keep your heart beating is healing." Murphy moved to pull down her sheet covering her up and exposed her naked chest. Taking the mirror that had caused her to become unsettled and he let her aim it to look at the sewn up wound between her now exposed breasts. Ontari did her best to move her hand to touch the stitching. Raven was doing her best to avoid looking at her so that she could have some privacy while she was in the room.
"Split my chest open?" Ontari groaned some as she tried to take a deep breath.
"On my order." Murphy lied, but it was a livable lie. "You know... I held your beating black heart. It is strong. Small, but it is strong."
"Held my heart..." Ontari seemed a little worried, but the scar stated otherwise. Ontari who had been used to people seeing her naked even as Nia's trophy was now uncomfortable, but more at the reason for the scar and not its placement. Nia had stripped her naked and had her chained near her the first few days on Ontari's arrival in the Ice Nation capital. The only person that didn't treat her like some trophy or some animal to be trained was Roan. Most of that Murphy got that from their grind and fight night together as Ontari tried to force Emori's name from Murphy's lips. No wonder the guy was so protective of her. The evil queen had at least a halfway decent son who gave the damn for his people, no wonder he had gotten banished. But now... well the Ice King had started to right some wrongs that his mother had done during his reign. Ontari would be a work in progress, but she needed something more and maybe knowing that people cared about her would be the key to helping her. With that Murphy decided to speak.
"Your little black heart is strong. That damn thing beat with a will of its own." Murphy was being honest there. Ontari moved to look at Raven.
"You... you are one of Premaheda Bekka's people." Ontari's brain was racing. "You have a portal..." Ontari did her best to remember the events and words spoken to her between her moments of semi-consciousness.
"I do... saw that Lexa was training you." Raven spoke as the young Nightblood lowered her gaze and started to pull up the blanket across her body. It wasn't out of modesty... "The other one that was working with her... you need the break before you spar with those two again."
"I am weak... a failure..." Ontari started to cry. Murphy moved over to hug her.
"You are not Ontari... just..." Murphy decided to either go blunt or tact.
"Inexperienced." Raven spoke up. "What... I see it and you saw it." Ontari started to pull herself deeper into the sheets. Seeing how Ontari was acting Raven reached out and stopped the young Nightblood. "Given that Nia denied you the training you truly needed so that she could control you." This was when Raven went her sarcastic self on the Nightblood as she used on Clark to usually put the young healer in line. "For someone whose ancestors were crafted by Rebekka's hand, you don't realize how much alike you are to her." That was when Raven started to poke Ontari on the head. "Bekka, I know that you can hear me. Get off your ass when you get a chance fixing the Singularity and talk with Ontari here. I turned one of your glitch filled creations into deleted code with Clark, so you owe me in repairing one of your Nightbloods by talking and mentoring her through that same rough age you went through growing up and the fuckup that took place that made you Heda." This response triggered something in the chip in Ontari's head.
"Lexxa?" Ontari spoke as she bit her lip as she looked at Raven. "Bekka's book. Can I have it to read?" The response brought about a look of understanding from Raven. "Lexxa wants to read it with me. Bekka is in the middle of making..." Ontari took a deep breath before she pronounced the words out. "... the... Ark orbital thrust tor decay bank system stable for a four century fall." The confused look on Ontari and Emori's faces spoke volumes, but for Raven and Murphy they understood what Bekka was doing was more important for the time being.
"Sure..." Raven spoke as she handed the book to Ontari. "I understand, her duties as Heda are taking precedence over your training under her. But she has let Lexa here be your guide in understanding her role in your history." Ontari started to understand done if the urgency taking place behind the scenes while she had be incapacitated in this bed.
"Murphy... can you get me some clothes?" Ontari looked to understand that some modesty would be needed.
"I see what I can track down. It might not be Ice Nation, but I will do my best to keep it mostly Grounder based." Murphy spoke looking at Ontari. Ontari did her best to look dominating, but it felt like Lexa was telling her to be humble with the fact she was alive.
"Skaikru will do, just go with what you think will look good... the things I like wearing." Ontari seemed smaller, but as she nodded as she turned to look at an unseen figure. "Bekka..." Ontari seemed to shift over in the bed to allow the unseen figure to sit on the bed next to her. Opening the book Ontari started to read.
"Is she?" Murphy started as Raven watched Ontari read through the text. "Lexxa... Bekka... they're here."
"Murphy I will make sure that Bekka and the other Hedas play nice with Ontari. You and 'mori here go track down some clothes." Ontari looked up to grin at Murphy as she glanced at him and Emori.
"I don't mind having Raven here. There are questions that Bekka has for her and I won't run off." Ontari looked down at her body. "So... You and Lexxa and Wanheda spent time together." Raven nodded at this. "Good... what is gene splicing? Because Bekka is talking about how she made the first Nightbloods."
Murphy grinned. Ontari was territorial, but now... Maybe this hunger for knowledge after the events would maybe shape her into being a better Heda. Maybe that was the reason Ontari jumped so hard at Jaha's deal. Now with Raven and the recent events and Rebekka's book before her, Ontari would probably start being less aggressive to those of the Coalition.
Ontari loved the feel of the garments on her body as she got out of the bed. Ontari would need crutches for the next few days until she got the strength back in her legs, but the key thing now was that she was mobile. Being disconnected from that blasted machine and having that strange crown on still bolted to her head to hold her skull together was enough to drive her crazy. On the other side of things, Ontari had learned much about what it meant to be Heda. Slaying all of the Nightbloods to claim the throne may had been one of her most stupid moves she had ever done now in hindsight. The previous Hedas hadn't liked that so for the first few days of her awakening from being treated by Skaikru, Bekka and the rest of the Hedas had kicked her ass. These were not children, these were her predecessors and they were going to make sure that she was going to learn things right or have her for trying.
Heda Einhart had been the worst. The combat training had been his forte and was she sore in the dream realm as he kept disarming her and throwing her around. Leska had been better given that she had been one to take time out to teach her right after Leska punched her in the face for cheating during the conclave. But Bekka... After at first thinking she was that rogue spirit Alie... Leska had stopped her. There was something different after Bekka had punched her. That and the phrase: "I should have deleted Alie right after she stole my appearance." Which took Ontari back as Bekka's knowledge started to fill her mind. But in this merging of the Flame and the Singularity as Raven had called it, the Hedas had taken it upon themselves to aid the spirits of those who could never return to the mortal world as they had either died or in Ontari's case had non-functional bodies. Raven had used Bekka's knowledge in her sacred book to reprogram the chip in her head that Jaha had given her to repair her brain and use her uploaded self to rebuild her memories.
Ontari would be herself, but not herself. Something very confusing, but understandable. Bekka had created the chips that had been used by Jaha and Alie for treatment of conditions like Ontari was now experiencing.
Bekka...
Bekka seemed to be more alive... less cold... more... well... Raven kon Skaikru... The life in her eyes as well as the pain of guilt of making some bad decision that weight greatly upon her. The flame had been created to bring out the best in the succeeding commanders and as a means to put things right in undoing the wrongs her creation Alie had done. With Ontari... Klark had been right to deny her the flame until the Commanders had finished with her training.
They had looked over Ontari's memories and found a lot of pain, but something there showed that Ontari could be shaped into a better commander. Yes she was violent, dangerous, but that had been caused due to what Nia had done to her. Ontari's hunger for knowledge was something that they could help her with. Her mind was the one thing that couldn't be taken from her, it could be messed with, but it couldn't be taken.
Now with Bekka and Leska sitting next to her as Ontari gritted her teeth to put on her boots, they were nudging her along. At least Murphy had saved her footwear when she had been brought here, she didn't want to break in a new pair. This was her good pair of boots.
"Ontari... I know that you were abused, but not everyone is evil." Bekka spoke as she rubbed Ontari's hand. Bekka was compassionate right now given that she was waiting for the remaining Ark ring to rise up high into the sky to a height that would ensure that it would stay there for generations to come.
"I was torn from my mother's arms... treated like a slave..." Ontari spoke as her muscles strained in her arms and leg so that she could slide her foot in.
"Pain shaped you. Now this pain can shape you again." Leska spoke. "You know how to fight, now you need a reason to fight for all Kru."
"I am not taking up your blood must not have blood policy." Ontari spoke aloud. This brought forth a glare from Bekka along with one of the other Commanders: Mahler.
"No... But the reason Leska put that policy in play was to cut down on the bloodshed. Kill who needed to be killed and not slaughter innocents such as those Skaikru farmers that Azgeda killed in their attempt to strike back at the corpses of the MountKru." Ontari started to realize Commander Mahler's words started to make sense.
"They were in the Mountain Men's lair, why would they take up home there? They knew what it looked like. Skaikru shouldn't have been there. They must have beyond stupid. What insane reason would they have taken up in living in those cursed caves?" Ontari spoke as she looked at Commander Mahler.
"Because planting season was coming to a close. If Garden station didn't plant right away they wouldn't be able to get their crops in before winter set in." A male voice spoke from the doorway. Ontari turned to see a young Skaikru male standing in the doorway. He had severely shortcut hair and was very lanky in his appearance. "Sorry, I was looking for Abby."
Ontari wanted to kill this boy for interrupting her conversation with her fellow Heda.
"Go away Skaikru." Ontari gritted her teeth as she tried to relax her foot to get her heel in.
"Swollen feet?" The Sky Boy said as he looked over at her. Ontari glared at him.
"Go... Away." Ontari spoke wishing she had a throwing dagger available near her. Maybe a spear just so that she could put her boots on in peace and have her talk with her fellow Heda.
"Let him help." Mahler spoke. "You are in the territory of a-would-be foe. Learning just a bit of information will gain you an edge later on."
Ontari growled at her boot. Seeing that the boy was leaving Ontari called out. At least she could gouge out his eyeballs with her hands. "Yes I have swollen feet. Now get your ass over here so that I may put these boots on so that I can at least leave this room. I am tired of looking at these damn four walls."
The boy was gone... with that Ontari swore in terms that...
"Hold on. I only move so fast." The boy said as he slowly started limping towards her. This caught her off. This member of Skaikru had been injured.
"Where were you?" Ontari spoke looking at him as he slowly approached her before kneeling down before her.
"Saw the note Murphy left on the door about you." The boy shrugged. "Had to read it before coming in."
"What did it say?" Ontari wanted to know what it meant.
"Ontari is dangerous when she is temperamental. Approach with caution, and stay out of arm's length when she is angry. Use tact when approaching her."
"Anything else did it say?" Ontari was curious as the boy moved to pick up her boot and braced it against his leg.
"You have a tendency to gouge out eyeballs when you get hold of someone." The boy said as he started to speak to her. Ontari didn't know to be insulted at this statement or not, but the Skaikru boy was taking the advice the warning had given him.
"Oh..." Ontari watched as the boy moved to take her boot off before running his fist into the boot to spread it out. "... You know I want to destroy Skaikru." Ontari spoke thinking that the boy would leave. Ontari wanted to assert her aura of fear over those she would rule or destroy.
"Why?" The boy shrugged. "We have no grudge against Roan... You... well Clark does hate you for killing several of the Nightbloods she was close to, but you personally... I think you seem calmer around Murphy. The only reason that he lied to you was to protect that girl Emori he cares about. Mostly he sees you as a fellow Hundred. Rough around the edges, doesn't fit in with society. Willing to fight for what you believe in. Everyone has blood on their hands. Even me. The only person that we had a grudge with was Nia, and she is now dead. Most of that was because of her orders to kill the survivors of Garden Station." She wasn't seen as a threat... Something else was going on. Murphy... Hundred... Wait... Hundred! Ontari had to learn more about these Hundred.
"Hundred?" This term had come up. Wanheda's Hundred. But given the way this boy was talking about it, it sounded like a different Kru.
"Those of us that were sent down. Clark wasn't always our leader. She just happened to be the one that was the best in dealing and talking with you and your fellow Grounders." The boy spoke as he started to slip the boot back onto Ontari's foot.
"Klark is not your leader?" Ontari spoke realizing that there was something more going on. "Then why follow her?"
"Because for whatever reason, Clark approached Lexa and put her into her place by calling her out on several topics when it came to us coming down on Trikru land."
"Something she did often," Leska spoke grinning at this statement. "I remember when she came into my command tent and just confronted me about the issues with Skaikru and the rest of the Coalition. Even unarmed she was a force to be reckoned with. But then, she saw something in me. Fear... fear of failing my people. I don't know if it was me ceding to showing my own fear to her, but she stopped and saw that she like me was among an equal. A moment that stunned both of us. Both of us worried about our Kru, those we cared about, and the death that would come to the innocent if we didn't tread wisely."
"Leska... wait... Klark... Wanheda? What this boy is saying is true?" Ontari reached out as the boy turned to look in the direction of where Laska was standing though he saw nothing even if she did see Leska in her full war paint. This revelation had caught Ontari by surprise.
"So... I take it you are talking to the avatar of Leska that is uploaded into that chip in your head." Ontari looked over at the boy who just shrugged. "Hey... You wanted them in your head." With that the boy reached over and took her leg into his hand. "Okay... slide your foot in now." With that Ontari's foot moved into her boot with ease.
"How did you do that?" Ontari asked as she flexed her foot inside of her boot.
"Just something I figured out in helping my friend Raven after the Mountain Men drilled into her leg to get her bone marrow." Ontari felt her foot slide into the toe ruts of her boot. The blood of Wanheda flowing between her fingers would be nothing compared to feeling this again. That and making love in her bed for pleasure.
"You are a friend of Raven's?" Ontari looked at the wounded boy as she started to get some sense of his relationship to the technological sorceress who had aided in Wanheda in her battle.
"I am... Name's Jasper." The boy reached out to take her hand. "Want to try the other boot?" Ontari looked as she started to realize that though she wanted to kill... was her urge to kill Skaikru the result of some desire for control. Skaikru had been Nia's enemies, but Klark had only gone after Nia because she had threatened the Coalition and Skaikru, and Leska. "Hello... Earth to Ice Princess. Want me to help with the other boot?" The Skai... Jasper spoke to her. Ontari nodded as the boy repeated the process that he had used on the first boot with the second one.
Klark not leader of Hundred... Just one who happened to be able to talk to the other Commanders without being killed. Wanheda seemed to almost willing to leave her and Roan alone... Kill Nia... Leave Roan and her alone. This started Ontari thinking. Roan was now king... Skaikru was leaving them alone. Roan asked Wanheda to help him make her Commander. She had been willing... It had to do with Luna... Then the memory hit. Luna had said no... No right at the beginning. Alie had forced them to come to her.
"It seems to be in the best interest for there to be an Ice Nation Commander." Klark had said.
Luna had said no... Roan... Roan had convinced Wanheda to... Ontari winced. Alie had feared the Flame. The spirit had gone as far to bash in her head to keep the Flame from destroying her...
But this had changed the rules when it came to the situation beforehand. Ontari realized that Roan had been shot pointblank in the chest. How had he survived? Had he liked her been saved by Skaikru healers?
Feeling Jasper place the neck of her boot upon her foot, Ontari made the decision to search out and find Roan...
"Jasper of Skaikru... Do you know where Roan of Azgeda is?" Ontari decided that for the time being crushing this boy's skull in wouldn't be in her interests... well until she learned more about where she was at and a possible means of escape.
"The last I heard, Clark and him were talking about the situation about the reactors that were in the Ice Nation." Reactor... that meant furnace... The Ice Nation was under threat because of her. If Alie had set them ablaze on their lands... then how many other lands would have been harmed by her actions?
But hearing Roan was alive meant that she could get some answers from him on the situation.
That was good... Find Roan... scout out this place... disembowel Skaikru when they least expected it.
"Hand me my crutches and lead me to them." Ontari spoke doing her best order to the boy, but holding back on making it sound harsh. The boy did so.
"You know... For an Ice Nation girl you kinda of beautiful." Ontari was taken back by this.
"Enough to be a rival to the beautiful Wanheda?" Ontari spoke seeking out the layout of the social order of this Hundred.
"More Octavia than Clark." There was some sadness in his voice. "You are like Octavia prior to her losing Lincoln." Ontari got the feeling that she needed to learn more about these Hundred, but given what had happened this Octavia she may have gained an ally in the form of a threat to greater than herself to Wanheda. That thought made her happy. Maybe being part of this Hundred wouldn't be such a bad thing.
