A/N Yes I know it's been a long time. A very long time. I'm sorry but
writer's block hit me. I'm trying to hurry up and write a lot more to make
up for it but the thoughts are just tricking out so you'll have to be
patient.
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One Month Later
Sandoval
I ran a stitch in my side and blood streaming into eyes. I was lucky that the only injury I had sustained was a deep cut above my left eye. Tau'erds moved faster than I'd thought. 'That'll teach me to assume things.' I chuckled mirthlessly. Then stopped as I found it hard to breath.
How'lyn had proven himself a weak leader and the Atavui like any animal herd expelled the weak. The coup wasn't well planned but it was effective neither the less. The last I saw of How'lyn he was frozen, twitching on the bride floor. Tau'erds supporters had stormed the bride with liquid nitrogen guns. Spotting me Rie'tta aimed hers my way. Lady Luck decided that for one she liked me and her shot went wide. Extremely wide. It occurred to me at the time that she should really work on her aim. The hit instead landed on a control console and a hybrid standing next to it. We both stared in shock at in shock at the ice cover panel and the already dead hybrid for a moment then the console exploded. It rained shrapnel and frozen hybrid bits everywhere. A thick cloud of smoke also rose from the ruined circuitry obscuring my vision up to two feet. Coughing I used the confusion to escape.
Zo'or became more and more paranoid towards the end, bordering on schizophrenic I think. He was afraid others would use knowledge of his scheming against him and would entrust various projects to me and only me completely forgetting that I was one of the people he feared. Other times he would conduct his agendas secretly clearly hiding them from me. The instillation of hidden portals was one of those projects I oversaw. Zo'or like many insane leaders of Earth's past felt he needed hidden personal escape routes to flee from any would be traitors and enemies. Heading for the closest one, right outside Zo'or's chambers, I tried to think of where I would run to.
A question I had been asking myself constantly over last month. Most people would rather shoot me than help me. I had done a fine job making the world hate me. I had no power left to coerce some one to help as I used to do. I had no friends. Not even any colleagues who would be willing to help me out of kindness. Tate was always in it purely for the money. I held on to no false hope that the selfish bastard would do more than turn me in for any bounty on my head. I had no family either. Other than distant relations I only knew about because of my desperate search for a donor. That thought lead me to think about my only other relation: my son. After he saved me I vainly searched for him but it proved useless. No one saw who dropped off the blood because the deliverer knew exactly when the guards were going to change their shifts. The FBI search turned up negative so his blood wasn't one file. Not very common these days but still doable. All other avenues led to dead ends. The worst was I had no idea where to begin to look. Eventually I gave up hope. But still… Dr. Curzon. Throughout the search she helped and seemed sympathetic always encouraging me when it seemed nothing was going right. Now she…
I snorted at myself. 'How pathetic have I become that I feel such hope at a few kind words someone once spoke to me?' Banishing that thought I leaned against the wall as I punched the exact spot to release the portal struts. The truth was I had no one else to turn to. I punched in my destination and stepped in to the transport area. If anyone had been around they would have seen my weary face light with a grim smile before the energy swept me away. 'I hope Tau'erds enjoys the presents I left for him.'
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One Month Later
Sandoval
I ran a stitch in my side and blood streaming into eyes. I was lucky that the only injury I had sustained was a deep cut above my left eye. Tau'erds moved faster than I'd thought. 'That'll teach me to assume things.' I chuckled mirthlessly. Then stopped as I found it hard to breath.
How'lyn had proven himself a weak leader and the Atavui like any animal herd expelled the weak. The coup wasn't well planned but it was effective neither the less. The last I saw of How'lyn he was frozen, twitching on the bride floor. Tau'erds supporters had stormed the bride with liquid nitrogen guns. Spotting me Rie'tta aimed hers my way. Lady Luck decided that for one she liked me and her shot went wide. Extremely wide. It occurred to me at the time that she should really work on her aim. The hit instead landed on a control console and a hybrid standing next to it. We both stared in shock at in shock at the ice cover panel and the already dead hybrid for a moment then the console exploded. It rained shrapnel and frozen hybrid bits everywhere. A thick cloud of smoke also rose from the ruined circuitry obscuring my vision up to two feet. Coughing I used the confusion to escape.
Zo'or became more and more paranoid towards the end, bordering on schizophrenic I think. He was afraid others would use knowledge of his scheming against him and would entrust various projects to me and only me completely forgetting that I was one of the people he feared. Other times he would conduct his agendas secretly clearly hiding them from me. The instillation of hidden portals was one of those projects I oversaw. Zo'or like many insane leaders of Earth's past felt he needed hidden personal escape routes to flee from any would be traitors and enemies. Heading for the closest one, right outside Zo'or's chambers, I tried to think of where I would run to.
A question I had been asking myself constantly over last month. Most people would rather shoot me than help me. I had done a fine job making the world hate me. I had no power left to coerce some one to help as I used to do. I had no friends. Not even any colleagues who would be willing to help me out of kindness. Tate was always in it purely for the money. I held on to no false hope that the selfish bastard would do more than turn me in for any bounty on my head. I had no family either. Other than distant relations I only knew about because of my desperate search for a donor. That thought lead me to think about my only other relation: my son. After he saved me I vainly searched for him but it proved useless. No one saw who dropped off the blood because the deliverer knew exactly when the guards were going to change their shifts. The FBI search turned up negative so his blood wasn't one file. Not very common these days but still doable. All other avenues led to dead ends. The worst was I had no idea where to begin to look. Eventually I gave up hope. But still… Dr. Curzon. Throughout the search she helped and seemed sympathetic always encouraging me when it seemed nothing was going right. Now she…
I snorted at myself. 'How pathetic have I become that I feel such hope at a few kind words someone once spoke to me?' Banishing that thought I leaned against the wall as I punched the exact spot to release the portal struts. The truth was I had no one else to turn to. I punched in my destination and stepped in to the transport area. If anyone had been around they would have seen my weary face light with a grim smile before the energy swept me away. 'I hope Tau'erds enjoys the presents I left for him.'