Sam woke up again in a very luxurious room. She was lying on a large bed
with really silky sheets that felt wonderful against her skin. Sam found
her hat lying on the bed side table next to her. Sam sat up slowly. She
picked her hat up and pulled it down over her eyes once again, rubbing
the back of her neck.
She winced as her fingers ran over a small bandage on the back of her neck. Sam put one of her fingers underneath the bandage and ran them over the small cut on the back of her neck. She winced a little.
'Don't touch it, it'll get infected.' Someone told her from the shadows. Sam looked over quickly, dropping her hand from her neck. It was the same man that had grabbed her breasts before.
'Who are you?' Sam asked him suspiciously.
'I am Lord Folken Strategos; I am in charge of this floating fortress.' He told her. 'What is your name?' Folken asked her.
'You already know, you've said it before.' Sam pointed out flatly to him.
'No, I mean your real name, not that nickname that they call you.' Folken replied, stepping closer.
Sam didn't like the way Folken moved towards her like he did. It was slowed, and easy, not at all like other people that always seemed cautious towards her. She didn't like grown men either, men had ruined her life, at least that's what she thought, and it was her opinion. Sam was entitled to an opinion, right?
'Just.' Sam paused, not wanting to tell him, but, on the other hand, being called Boom-Boom brought back a lot of memories, not all happy.
She hadn't been called Boom-Boom in two years, almost three now. Oh, how things had changed for her. She went from being a happy, young girl, just doing what she wanted to do, to being a drawn in emotionless blob. Correction: a rich drawn in emotionless blob.
'Is. something wrong?' Folken asked, Sam snapped back to reality. She didn't look up at Folken, she didn't even stir.
'No,' Sam replied, and then answered his first question. 'You don't need to know my name.' She told him, no trace of emotion in her voice.
Folken sighed, 'I guess we all have secrets.'
Sam looked up at him, surprised at what he had to say, but it was too late, he was already half way through the door. She sighed heavily, releasing the tension that she held in her shoulders.
For the past year and a half, that tension had been growing. That was the first time she was able to successfully release it.
The door suddenly swung open again, causing her to tense up once more. It was Shizenhakai again.
He smiled at her strangely. 'Hello there sweetie. Awake I see.' He commented, looking her over slowly. Sam just looked at him from the corner of her eye.
'Where are the girls?' She demanded.
'Oh, they're fine. They're full of useless information, but they're fine.' He said, shrugging lightly, waving his hand in the air (AN: as if he just didn't care).
'What'd you do to them?' Sam asked. If they had hurt Tatania and Tamara, she would be blamed for it.
'Oh nothing, just interrogated them, that's all.' He said casually.
*~*~Later~*~*
Sam was sitting around a long table with six other men. Folken, Shizenhakai of Saudi Arabia, some other boy that was called "Dilandau", the King of Saudi Arabia, a strange man in black dressing, Sam thought he might have been some ancient samurai from Saudi Arabia, and the Goatee Man.
Sam had gotten her bag back now, and was sitting at one end of the table listening to the men talk about some sort of treaty between Zaibach and Saudi Arabia, and how they would work together to take over all of Gaea, then move to a planet the called the "Mystic Moon", affectionately known to Sam as Earth.
'Boom-Boom,' someone started, Sam looked up. She hadn't been paying attention; she was too busy making sure she was taping all the conversation.
The man that had spoken was the King. He glared at her under her hat. Shizenhakai looked at her.
'We were saying..' The King started again.
'If you value the lives of your friends, and you want them to go home un-hurt, you'll join Zaibach and Saudi Arabia and fight for us, you'll get whatever you want, you just have to ask.' Shizenhakai said as he slipped his had up Sam's thigh and moving it dangerously close to her crotch.
Sam hit his hand away, stomping his foot with a special technique she had learned that hurt like she broke his foot. Shizenhakai stifled a small yell of pain, his face turning red before the pain started dissipating (15 minutes later).
The man, Dilandau stood from the table, leaving to train. As he left, he glanced back at Sam quickly. Sam didn't look at him, she didn't care, and she barely knew his name anyways.
Just as they had finished writing the treaty up (almost 45 minutes later), the Vione violently shook. Folken quickly left for the command deck, leaving Sam, Shizenhakai, the King, and some others in the room.
Zaibach had not yet signed the treaty when he had left, nor had Saudi Arabia. Before anyone else could grab the treaty, the Vione shook violently once again, throwing everyone out of their seats.
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She winced as her fingers ran over a small bandage on the back of her neck. Sam put one of her fingers underneath the bandage and ran them over the small cut on the back of her neck. She winced a little.
'Don't touch it, it'll get infected.' Someone told her from the shadows. Sam looked over quickly, dropping her hand from her neck. It was the same man that had grabbed her breasts before.
'Who are you?' Sam asked him suspiciously.
'I am Lord Folken Strategos; I am in charge of this floating fortress.' He told her. 'What is your name?' Folken asked her.
'You already know, you've said it before.' Sam pointed out flatly to him.
'No, I mean your real name, not that nickname that they call you.' Folken replied, stepping closer.
Sam didn't like the way Folken moved towards her like he did. It was slowed, and easy, not at all like other people that always seemed cautious towards her. She didn't like grown men either, men had ruined her life, at least that's what she thought, and it was her opinion. Sam was entitled to an opinion, right?
'Just.' Sam paused, not wanting to tell him, but, on the other hand, being called Boom-Boom brought back a lot of memories, not all happy.
She hadn't been called Boom-Boom in two years, almost three now. Oh, how things had changed for her. She went from being a happy, young girl, just doing what she wanted to do, to being a drawn in emotionless blob. Correction: a rich drawn in emotionless blob.
'Is. something wrong?' Folken asked, Sam snapped back to reality. She didn't look up at Folken, she didn't even stir.
'No,' Sam replied, and then answered his first question. 'You don't need to know my name.' She told him, no trace of emotion in her voice.
Folken sighed, 'I guess we all have secrets.'
Sam looked up at him, surprised at what he had to say, but it was too late, he was already half way through the door. She sighed heavily, releasing the tension that she held in her shoulders.
For the past year and a half, that tension had been growing. That was the first time she was able to successfully release it.
The door suddenly swung open again, causing her to tense up once more. It was Shizenhakai again.
He smiled at her strangely. 'Hello there sweetie. Awake I see.' He commented, looking her over slowly. Sam just looked at him from the corner of her eye.
'Where are the girls?' She demanded.
'Oh, they're fine. They're full of useless information, but they're fine.' He said, shrugging lightly, waving his hand in the air (AN: as if he just didn't care).
'What'd you do to them?' Sam asked. If they had hurt Tatania and Tamara, she would be blamed for it.
'Oh nothing, just interrogated them, that's all.' He said casually.
*~*~Later~*~*
Sam was sitting around a long table with six other men. Folken, Shizenhakai of Saudi Arabia, some other boy that was called "Dilandau", the King of Saudi Arabia, a strange man in black dressing, Sam thought he might have been some ancient samurai from Saudi Arabia, and the Goatee Man.
Sam had gotten her bag back now, and was sitting at one end of the table listening to the men talk about some sort of treaty between Zaibach and Saudi Arabia, and how they would work together to take over all of Gaea, then move to a planet the called the "Mystic Moon", affectionately known to Sam as Earth.
'Boom-Boom,' someone started, Sam looked up. She hadn't been paying attention; she was too busy making sure she was taping all the conversation.
The man that had spoken was the King. He glared at her under her hat. Shizenhakai looked at her.
'We were saying..' The King started again.
'If you value the lives of your friends, and you want them to go home un-hurt, you'll join Zaibach and Saudi Arabia and fight for us, you'll get whatever you want, you just have to ask.' Shizenhakai said as he slipped his had up Sam's thigh and moving it dangerously close to her crotch.
Sam hit his hand away, stomping his foot with a special technique she had learned that hurt like she broke his foot. Shizenhakai stifled a small yell of pain, his face turning red before the pain started dissipating (15 minutes later).
The man, Dilandau stood from the table, leaving to train. As he left, he glanced back at Sam quickly. Sam didn't look at him, she didn't care, and she barely knew his name anyways.
Just as they had finished writing the treaty up (almost 45 minutes later), the Vione violently shook. Folken quickly left for the command deck, leaving Sam, Shizenhakai, the King, and some others in the room.
Zaibach had not yet signed the treaty when he had left, nor had Saudi Arabia. Before anyone else could grab the treaty, the Vione shook violently once again, throwing everyone out of their seats.
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