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This story is based off of The Brightest Star by PrettiFreddi which every one should read before reading this. There are many events in this fic that are explained in that so please read that first.
Hilda -By Qual Darius-
Hilda woke abruptly after a long night of restless sleep. She squinted into the mid-morning light, then closed the blinds creating enough darkness for her to regain the ability of sight.
Hilda showered then threw on a tattered bathrobe. She'd just stepped out of the shower when then video phone rang. Hilda slumped down on the couch, still tired as hell. She closed her eyes, listening to the answering machine pick up the call.
"This is Rachel, leave a message!" Rachel's prerecorded message rang out.
"Hilda?" Hilda's eyelids flew open and she turned and faced the machine in disbelief. Hilda recognized the voice instantly.
'But how did he find me?!' she thought to herself.
"I know that you're there Hilda. Please answer..." the voice paused for a moment before continuing. "Well fine. Don't answer, but this is about Dech."
That name sent Hilda into action. If her father was involved with whatever the bastard on the other line was upto, Jack might be worth listening to...for alittle while. Hilda picked up the receiver and saw Jacks scarred face appear on the 5" by 4" screen in front of her.
"What is it, Jack?!" Hilda tried to sound as pissed as possible and was doing a pretty damn good job of it.
"I knew that name would grab you, Hilda. Then again, I all ways did know what you liked-"
"Cut the crap and tell me about Dech." Hilda ordered.
"Fine, Hilda, on to Dech." Jack almost giggled he felt so good about being in control of Hilda once again. Jack had loved Hilda, and still did, but not the way he should have. "It seems your father is in quite a predicament with a group of bounty hunters around the 5th rim."
"Yea, and? Dech isn't the guy that I'm going to fuckin' rescue." Hilda wasn't even sure that she should hve picked up the phone now. Dech was a real bastard of a father, putting it nicely.
Jacks smile began to predominate itself along his once beautiful face. "It's not so much of a rescue as it is reconnaissance. Dech-"
Hilda slammed the receiver back down on the phone, ending the conversation. The last thing Hilda felt like doing was speaking about her father.
This story is based off of The Brightest Star by PrettiFreddi which every one should read before reading this. There are many events in this fic that are explained in that so please read that first.
Hilda -By Qual Darius-
Hilda woke abruptly after a long night of restless sleep. She squinted into the mid-morning light, then closed the blinds creating enough darkness for her to regain the ability of sight.
Hilda showered then threw on a tattered bathrobe. She'd just stepped out of the shower when then video phone rang. Hilda slumped down on the couch, still tired as hell. She closed her eyes, listening to the answering machine pick up the call.
"This is Rachel, leave a message!" Rachel's prerecorded message rang out.
"Hilda?" Hilda's eyelids flew open and she turned and faced the machine in disbelief. Hilda recognized the voice instantly.
'But how did he find me?!' she thought to herself.
"I know that you're there Hilda. Please answer..." the voice paused for a moment before continuing. "Well fine. Don't answer, but this is about Dech."
That name sent Hilda into action. If her father was involved with whatever the bastard on the other line was upto, Jack might be worth listening to...for alittle while. Hilda picked up the receiver and saw Jacks scarred face appear on the 5" by 4" screen in front of her.
"What is it, Jack?!" Hilda tried to sound as pissed as possible and was doing a pretty damn good job of it.
"I knew that name would grab you, Hilda. Then again, I all ways did know what you liked-"
"Cut the crap and tell me about Dech." Hilda ordered.
"Fine, Hilda, on to Dech." Jack almost giggled he felt so good about being in control of Hilda once again. Jack had loved Hilda, and still did, but not the way he should have. "It seems your father is in quite a predicament with a group of bounty hunters around the 5th rim."
"Yea, and? Dech isn't the guy that I'm going to fuckin' rescue." Hilda wasn't even sure that she should hve picked up the phone now. Dech was a real bastard of a father, putting it nicely.
Jacks smile began to predominate itself along his once beautiful face. "It's not so much of a rescue as it is reconnaissance. Dech-"
Hilda slammed the receiver back down on the phone, ending the conversation. The last thing Hilda felt like doing was speaking about her father.
