Lost Souls & Changing Fate Part One: Lost Souls
Chapter Seven: Revenge
Hate. It burned in his blood until it was all he could feel. It had been more than three centuries since he had last seen that face, and time had done nothing but deepen old wounds. Nothing short of painful death would satisfy him now. He had the curious sensation he was being watched .No, not watched, seen. Muttering to himself about the filth and degradation, he vanished into a garbage strewn alley.
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"Thinking that hard is going to give you wrinkles Rhade." Arianna said, smoothing a finger across his deeply wrinkled brow.
"I just...would you stop that." he said, batting her hand away. "Look, there's Trance, go bother her for a minute."
With that, he ducked away and vanished into the crowd. Arianna frowned. Trance was indeed just across the passageway, frowning down an alley. Mentally shrugging her shoulders at Rhade's strange behavior, Arianna made her way across to Trance.
"Anything interesting down that way?" she questioned, jolting Trance out of her...well...trance.
"What? Hmm no, nothing I suppose." Trance said, turning her back on the alleyway. "Where did Rhade get off to? I thought you two were attached at the hip."
"I have no idea. One minute he was beside me, the next, poof he was gone." Arianna gestured to emphasize her point.
Trance smiled. She had her suspicions about the First Officer's whereabouts.
"Do you need anything?" Trance asked suddenly
"Um...what?"
"From the drift. Do you need anything from the drift?"
"Oh. No."
"Well then, let's return to the Andromeda shall we?"
"I don't...Rhade will be looking for me."
"A simple thing to fix."
"How?"
Trance pulled a small com unit out of her pocket, punched a few buttons, and Rhade's face appeared on the tiny screen.
"Trance I'm busy."
"Yes I know."
"Well then?"
"I'm taking Arianna back to the Andromeda."
"Alright then."
"Oh, Rhade wait"
"Yes Trance"
"The pink one"
"What?"
"Definitely the pink one."
With that last confusing remark, she cut the transmission and turned in the direction of the Andromeda.
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Beka Valentine loved drifts. All the chaos, loud music, fights, and thievery. There was something soothing about the sameness of drifts. Every one she had ever been on had that same...something. It was a comfort to her to know that even in the mass insanity of space, some things never change.
Sitting at the bar, Beka sipped her drink, eyes scanning the rather ragtag patrons. Out of a combination of instinct and experience, she paused at a man sitting alone in the corner. He wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, just having a drink and reading a flexi, but something about him raised the hair along her neck.
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It was almost complete. All his hard work was going to pay off, his prey was finally within his reach. After months, no, years of searching drifts like this one, he had finally gathered a crew. The Andromeda was a prize that interested many, revenge interested the rest. Soon. Soon it would all be over, he would have his revenge.