The Black Whispered
Chapter 8 – A Commodore's day
"She is called the Tuatha de Daanan" Theresa introduced Black and White to the submarine they were rescued on.
"impressive" white said in surprised, the Tuatha de Daanan or TDD-1 as everyone knew the vessel was the current pride and joy of the MITHRIL naval division, nothing they had in their weapons arsenal could even start to measure up the sheer majesty of the stream triple hulled warship. Theresa had to meet the new captain of her vessel this afternoon with commander Mardukas and the chief director of the intelligence department.
Theresa still found it odd that the head of the intelligence department was calling the shots here regarding the appointment of operations department personnel. She knew that admiral Borha was quite annoyed from the phone conversation she had with this morning. The thing was Admiral Borha had already picked a captain for the Pillar of Autauam and a replacement captain for Theresa's ship. But the intelligence department director had somehow, in the frank honestly of incompetence; managed to over ride the authority of the head of the operations department.
The intelligence department chief had demoted the applicants in favour of his own, because they had more experience and were more trustworthy the ones that admiral Borha was picking out. But it was apparent was that they were more trustworthy to the intelligence department and not the operations department they were technically assigned to. To admiral Borha, it felt like the intelligence department director was creating his own little cult leadership inside MITHRIL, which further made the situation displeasing to the operations department chief.
MITHRIL's best were being short changed for a bunch of unreliable, but loyal to the wrong commander. It was a shame what the operations department was becoming, they did all the work in this organisation and now the intelligence department were only a few steps away from total control over the department, MITHRIL needed soldiers, not spooks.
"Theresa, you say this vessel is a submarine and yet, you accommodate for facilities similar to that of the aircraft carrier, and it can carry rockets?"
"That is correct"
Theresa had spent a considerable amount of time going into detail explaining the history and the technological and social advancements since then. While black was discussed at the events in which sparked from the birth of the atomic bomb, White had become increasingly interested in the latter aspects of the history. Economics and information were now preventing wars to a certain degree and the world had reached a point where it was no longer threatened with the ease that propaganda had misinforming those into wars.
"What are these machines?" black pointed at a hatch on the top of the docked submarine. There were lifting out one of the Arm Slave assigned to ship. Theresa then noticed that alongside the dock just about everything was being taken out.
"What in lords…." Theresa murmured loudly and started running for the lift down to the first floor. White and black looked at each other and started to investigate the possibility that something was out of place.
"Something out of place Theresa?" Black asked
"Indeed" Theresa entered the elevator and selected the ground floor, a minute later; Theresa was confronted by a group of officers, both operations and intelligence department. Mardukas was creaming it into this young man and demanding an answer.
"Commodore Testarossa" Commander Mardukas turned and saluted his superior.
"What's going on, why are all the arm slaves being removed?"
"Orders by the intelligence department chief director" a staff sergeant with a clipboard replied
"Let me read" Theresa grabbed the clipboard from the sergeant's hand. Theresa scanned the paper for a few seconds and then looked up at the two. Before the commodore could blow the head off on the young man; a captain from the intelligence department spoke up.
"We figured with Pillar of autuam almost ready to sail, we should bother transferring a unit over"
"Pillar of Autuam won't be ready for another 6 weeks captain!" Theresa rebutted "in that time we could have anything from a small scale terrorist cell to the apocalypse!"
Mardukas nodded as well as several onlookers from the operations department, mainly crew from Tuatha de Daanan. All morning their day was disturbed by random rumors about the last few days, they had heard stories as far strange as that Theresa had been fired from her job, only to be reinstated hours later. Many of the crew and staff stationed here at Merdia were loyal to their commander here, and were close to annoyed with the way things were going on. The intelligence departments were all over this thing in the submarine like it was something of their concern.
But now things were going crazy, intelligence officers were calling the shots all of a sudden, ordering the removal of arm slaves on the Tuatha de Daanan was just one problem. They were all over this base; they had taken complete control of the long range communications channel and monitored every inner base phone call. A minor investigation into a simple cover-up of the intelligence department's blunder of the Pacific Christmas incident had turned into a complete undermining of the west pacific fleet and high command weren't doing a damn thing about it.
"Now you listen here captain!" Theresa gave her best commanding voice "I'm in charge of the operations of this base and every item assigned to it, these vessels are under my command still, nothing will change that"
"Madam" the captain continued on the defense "these orders came from the captain of the Tuatha de Daanan"
Theresa was about to say she was the captain; but forgot that had that changed since she got back. She then started her defense
"We have spare arm slaves and harriers on store here to outfit 4 vessels if you have forgotten or is the intelligence department that stupid to forget that little detail" Theresa, like anyone in the operations department, always liked to call the intelligence department 'stupid' when the opportunity came.
"I will talk to the captain myself later on this matter, but make it clear that when it comes to the operations of this base, I'm the person you'll answer to, have you got that clear!?"
While it wasn't apparent, the people overhearing were silently applauding their commander's comments; about time someone stood up and gave these spooks a run for their money. Theresa turned to her second in command for this section.
"Make sure they do this, if they don't, report directly to me"
"yes madam" Mardukas then turned to the staff sergeant "alright you, you heard the commodore, unless you wish to scrub the hull of this ship with your toothbrush, I want you to have every single arm slave loaded away and ready for combat, I want to be able to invade the Falklands if I choose to!"
Theresa sighed off as she entered the elevator, then realizing that her guests were now missing. She looked around for only a second to find them following her around like lost children. While white had an understanding look, black was slightly confused; A whispered giving order? It was just unheard of.
"I'm sorry…" Theresa bowed "while technology and some social aspects have changed, militaries still have a slow organization pace"
"Strange…" Black nodded "to see a whispered give the orders instead of taking them"
"Well, too many new here; they find my age the strange thing, not everyone here knows I'm a whispered"
"I see…"
Theresa exited the lift and escorted her guests to the spot they were at before, from here, it commanded a good view of the submarine bay and the loading yards adjacent on either side. She sighed at the problems that filled her new role, she missed her old command. She was still in charge of the base, but she didn't have spooks messing up her yards like this.
Theresa continued to answer their infinite supply of questions and answered each one. For two very quiet individuals, they were quite interested more in the social aspects then the technology that the 21st century so far processed. Theresa was in this aspect surprised. It probably was of no surprise, given that their previous captors were communists and the treatment of the scientists by the red army was a very well known aspect of the technology developed in the Soviet Union.
Each of them already had shown their specialist interests. White seemed to ask more questions along the lines of the social agenda of MITHRIL and its purposes, while black asked questions that related more and more along the lines of the military roles that MITRHIL and technical questions about the hardware here; Especially when she saw the Arm Slave for the first time.
"Theresa, I sense something is wrong with you" White asked "does it relate to the argument we witnessed before?"
"I can see you can read minds" Theresa sighed, not realizing that white had actually done that. Theresa had finished showing them the submarines, the hangers; and she felt she needed to talk in private in her office. They had both agreed, Theresa noticed that White seemed to understand strangely what she was thinking and agreed very honestly towards helping her host out. Black on the hand looked bored, it appeared that she was the more active of the two here.
Theresa had wondered about getting her to see a training exercise with M-9's later, but she would already have the intelligence department going nuts at her for showing off MITHRIL's two most expensive weapons in front of complete strangers.
"Does this intelligence department you spoke of hate the whispered?" White asked.
She looked over at black who was staring down at the hanger.
"You could say that" Theresa entered another life and pressed for the top floor, from there she could walk back to her office "I actually think they hate me more to be quite honest"
"Why, because your whispered?" Black said again, assuming the answer. Theresa remained silent the rest of the way.
Location: a passenger plane, somewhere over the pacific
Time: 14:49hrs(+9 GMT)
Date: March 22nd, 2006
It was now assured to Kaname that she could actively define that the world was not just making fun of her; it was outright making a mockery of her. Now Kaname hated tests, but she hated putting off the inevitable anyway. This did that, and Kaname already mad at the announcement that followed. In less then an hour of the explosion, a public announcement came that the staff were going to suspend classes and the exams until after the spring holiday break.
It had been long established that the senior staff of this place acted far too calmly for their school to be blown apart on a daily basis. What Kaname or even Sousuke wasn't aware was that MITHRIL's operations section was effectively paying the administrator's retirement fund to remain quiet and to the quite obvious part; not expel Sousuke. Theresa had arranged the whole incident today; she arranged her operations department people to tamper handle the crate causing Sousuke to react, then rang the head of the school and the superintendent to close the school on the account of a 'poor health and safety evaluation'. With the school closed, Sousuke then had no excuse to return home, and Kaname would have no moral obligations to forgo going to Merdia Island.
Now, some six hours after that, Kaname found herself on a small private plane that MITHRIL owned for ferrying their operatives and VIP personnel between Merdia Island and all the countries in the Asia pacific area. If she knew that she was going to the topical islands in the pacific, Kaname may have forgiven the morning incident. She almost imagined if that was true, the young sergeant taking her away from her normal humdrum life a week on a sunny tropical beach…
But reality, as surreal as it seemed, she wasn't. Instead she was going Sousuke's home, the largest naval station in MITHRIL and a large reserve accommodation for arm slaves and a respective and private training ground. Kaname could imagine it now, the smell of oil and gun powder on every square inch of the base, the jungle booby trapped with every kind of mine and trip wire explosive that would make Sousuke's schoolyard warfare a simple affair.
What made it more annoying was that she wasn't going alone with the said sergeant. Theresa had opened the invitation to Shinji, Kyoko and Mizuki to come visit. There was the alternate motive that the intelligence department might have probably a talk with the said three students and make them sign the standard non disclosure forms that are required. But it they were nothing but outsiders in the affair, well so was she, but wasn't the point. Kaname only knew of tropical islands to have golden sand beaches and glamorous hotels that only the elite of the world's cocktail and posh circuit could afford.
Kaname pondered about the last time that she had gone to Merdia Island. How could she forget that episode; first she and Sousuke were diverted from landing at the base and, while strapped to Sousuke, they had jumped into the middle of the ocean, just to brought underwater in a massive steel tube that Theresa called home. Then all hell broke loose, she witnessed other side of Sousuke's life; the true edge of combat and is profession. But that was nothing compared to afterwards when those three men tricked an entire army and almost took MITHRIL's most expensive asset and its 200 crew to the bottom of the ocean.
This was also when she saw Sousuke kill someone with his bare hands, it wasn't in the comfort of an arm slave fighting some perverted faceless solider. He did it, with no remorse, no mercy, and no flinch. It was then that Kaname noticed the differences between him and her. At school; his actions subduing bullying and other intended school yard mischief were almost incredible on their own, but when compared to the actions that Sousuke did to do what he was paid to do; nothing he did at school could match the intensity of the reality of half the things he did.
Kaname decided to give up sulking in the corner of the cabin and looked over at the rest of the bunch. Sousuke was sitting in a single seat forward typing away on his laptop, probably on some report for MITHRIL. Kyoko, Mizuki and Shinji all were playing card; they seemed to have no concern about where they were going. Merdia Island, Kaname last thought, had nothing remotely close to a 2 star hotel setting; the entire base was designed for military action. Everything was either guns or armour.
But somehow, either Sousuke was an excellent salesman or, out of the pure insanity of the situation, all three decided to go on their own free will. Kaname looked around at her friends to guess their reasons for even going. Shinji was easy to assume; he was magnetically attracted to the military and anything close to it. MITHRIL Kaname knew; was its own army, with some of the most advance systems they had for defeating anything from a small terrorist cell, all the way to defending against a small countries entire land army, as it once proved to do.
Mizuki's stated reasons were quite hypocritical of her objective. It was true that Merdia Island's male to female ratio was unfavourable for the men. But it was a given sacrifice for the duty that each of them were there for. This was a workplace, and while it wasn't the same a maze of cubicles, it still followed the same orthotic rules that any large company followed. There was also the quite obvious statement, everyone here, save Sousuke and Theresa were legal aged adults. None of them, not even Kurz, would be crazy enough to have an affair with an underage high school student. Mizuki might come to regret coming here.
Kyoko was the one Kaname couldn't figure out however; she had no reason for being here. Her only real use was to act as Kaname's sidekick, like always. But something told her that Kyoko was going to leave the reserved in that manner, ever since she found out about the secret, Kyoko played some distance between herself and Kaname, was this a level of distrust from being lied to? Kaname couldn't help it; how else would you tell your best friend that the weirdo in class is a crack solider with years of experience in the field?
"Hey Kaname" Mizuki started "Are you done sulking yet? Come play cards!"
Kaname felt that this was kind of strange, none of them were afraid. 'Maybe I should tell them exactly what happened last time I went to Merdia Island…' Kaname erased that idea quickly enough 'Stupid, that will scare them too much, hell it still scares me'
Kaname wondered for a moment if there was really a point in worrying, in a few hours, they would be in the underground hanger of Merdia Island, getting a first taste of MITHRIL's best and finest.
Location: Commodore Theresa Testarossa's office, Media Island
Time: 15:44hrs (+10GMT)
Date: March 22nd, 2006
They entered her office and the twins sat down on a set of couch opposite her desk. Theresa went to her desk first to find that a message had been sent to her about something. She read it for a moment and sharply cursed herself silently. The applicant captain of the Tuatha de Daanan wanted to see her to protest her override of orders regarding his rearrangement of the equipment. She put the message down and left it to talk to her guests.
"The intelligence department acts fast" Theresa noted "only 1 hour and they are complaining already"
"Is it because you're a whispered" Black asked again,
"Not really…" Theresa replied, noticing the sarcasm that she presented "the thing was, the director hates me on the basis I've outsmarted him on two occasions"
"Outsmarted, how?" black wondered why that was such an important thing 'why is this girl getting teased for that?'
"last December, when I was still assigned to the submarine you saw below, we managed to sneak out of docks and perform a raid on a passenger ship and managed to uncover some weapons and key personnel from our enemy" Theresa perked her tone for a sec "we managed to convince the entire intelligence department that my ship and its crew were back here at a Christmas party"
"You fooled your own intelligence department, why?" black asked
"Well…" Theresa slumped down, "…you have to remember that people tend to have different ideas how to do the same thing, the intelligence department however…they wanted me to ignore the finding and let the soviet navy find it"
"The soviet navy was looking for it?" black asked
"The soviet navy weren't going to rescue you" Theresa sighed "the vessels they had were their most well armed and fastest, they would've targeted the iceberg and destroy it, even if you were in it"
Theresa's intelligence assessment was bias; she only made that conclusion on the factor that the soviet navy had launched only their fastest and most well armed vessels. She didn't decide to add the fact that their pacific fleet didn't have any known vessels known to aid in rescue operations of that nature. Even if the soviet fleet managed to get there, they wouldn't have been able to recover the submarine. It was better they did loose it to enemy hands.
"I suppose that's what they would think is best" black said "they always were weak in that respect"
Theresa felt uncomfortable about this, she had taken them down on a guided to of the base, and now she was in her office, trapped and wondering how to get herself out of this. The whole tour had been friendly enough and white was understanding, every time they bought up the soviets; it seemed to strike a cord with black, like she was feeling insulted by this young commanders view on the communist regime. Before Theresa managed to wonder how to get herself out of this, her phone buzzed.
"Excuse me" Theresa got up and walked to her desk "Hello…I see…I understand, thank you"
White and black looked curiously over at the commander, both exchanging the same thoughts 'How does such a young girl handle this busy life?'
Theresa sounded depressed for a moment before she continued to hide her thoughts, although that attempt was hopeless to attempt to a pair of twins that would make a poker champion wince. Again it was white's turn to play the friendly hand.
"I take it that your duties as a commodore of MITHRIL will bring you away from us again"
"my apologizes white" Theresa spoke sincerely "please insure, id be more then willing to miss this meeting, I have some other people also to greet at the aircraft hanger in a few hours time"
"I see" White replied "what shall we do then?"
"For now, ill have you assigned the guest quarters that I promised" Theresa spoke "and I've given you visitor passes so you can access any part of the base. But please, I advise caution with interaction with the male members of my squadron may be misleading, if you meet anyone who mistreats you, please make a note of it and inform me as soon as possible"
White acknowledged her new friend's intentions and her prospect to protect them from danger. It felt a little restrictive, but this was Theresa's base and she couldn't argue with her. Black felt this was a little extreme, but given white seemly absent reaction of distrust in this young commander, she decided to withdraw complaint in front of this particular person.
"Thank you" White bowed; an odd gesture given Thesesa's understanding of them "may we be able to run into you later?"
"That tends to be impossible at times" Theresa noted with a matter-of-fact tone "but if you wish to join me to meet the other arrivals in the next few hours, I might be able to meet up"
"I'm sure we'll manage" black spoke for her sister.
"I'll have the quartermaster fit you with the necessary equipment"
Theresa saw out the two guests, afraid that the days plan and the event before was enough to give the girls a wrong impression of the MITHRIL, the people here and herself. But she was left to worry too much about things she just couldn't control; there was something about them that made her imply a degree of caution. It felt like there was something mythical about them that judged her actions.
Theresa turned to return her desk, her next task she wasn't looking forward to. The captain of the …correction, candidate for the captaincy had demanded to meet the commodore when his orders to change the complement of aircraft and arm slaves. She took another second to straighten her tie and compose herself for the tongue lashing she was about to project into this spook sailor. Theresa now had to meet this person for the first time. She picked up the phone and pressed a button
"Bring the next person in" Theresa said then rung up.
The doors opened to relieve a young man entering. Immediately the commodore both disliked and distrusted this officer. She had looked at is record before and was ashamed that MITRHIL had gone to hire this kind of person. Commander Jacob B. Michelson. Age 27, formally served for the United States navy, he had severed on 7 submarines as an Executive officer, 4 vessels were missile boats, but he never commanded one. He had service medal for his actions in the 5th Middle East war, and his educational grades at Annapolis were of the top grade.
Despite this however; he had been involved in several court marshal incidents, mainly on various incidents regarding his investigations into officers acting out of line and breaking rules and regulations during combat. He was even seen to have had Mormon sonar watchmen discharged and sent of to high security prison when he managed to convince the judge advocate general that the young man was a communist spy.
Theresa was not impressed with this; it seemed he had no understanding of warfare tactics, despite his record. He seemed more concerned about the discipline and constant suspicion of disloyalty in the crew. That wasn't something familiar among the officers on MITHRIL's own ships. The crew trusted the officers to run the boat and the officers relied on the crew to help run the boat. It was a simple process of trust that made MITHRIL's naval division crew the most reliable in the world.
If he planned to command her Tuatha de Daanan like this, MITHRIL would have to revaluate the success rate of their missions.
"Commodore Testarossa" the young man extended his hand to great his new boss.
"Captain Michelson" Theresa returned the jester, and winced when the captain almost crushed her delicate hand. Theresa hid her pain and sat down behind her desk and looked over the captain carefully. Somehow the man reminded him of why the United States navy seemed to have so many incidents of mutiny and insubordination within its own ranks.
"Captain, I'm sure your aware of my orders regarding the complement of gear your ship was assigned to carry" Theresa started "there is a very good reason why I have these things assigned to your vessel commander, and I will not have any vessel in my squadron go to sea under armed, under manned and lacking the proper readiness for the duties we carry out"
"Commodore Testarossa" the captain rebutted quickly "the Tuatha de Daanan was ineffectively wasting deck space on transport assets and land only weapons, while I recognize the role of them, it is far easier and more efficient to reduce things to only as many as you need"
"Captain, you removed 9 arm slaves and 5 transport helicopters, as well as 4 of the anti-tank attack helicopters and 4 out of 6 SRT teams, you got rid of everything you needed; why?"
"Commodore, in my own belief Tuatha de Daanan is a sea combat vessel, not a transport vessel for some marines; its armaments and design only aid MITHRIL in attacking sea going enemies, there is too much risk involved in launching assets into a enemy area when we can simply launch cruise missiles into the area"
"Captain, I'm not exactly sure who has informed you on how MITHRIL operates, but we most certainly do not operate in that manner" Theresa was getting furious, but quietly maintained her demeanor. "You have read the reports on the ship's history?"
"I have" Jacob was annoyed "and in my own belief, each one of the incidents followed a variable amount of flaws, one in particular I came to interest was the submarine hijacking incident"
"That incident was ruled out as a failure of the intelligence department to background checks"
The captain had decided that his new boss wasn't going to stand down and listen to this insulting lecture about her ability to perform. Theresa had every whim in her mind to dismiss this commander, but she had read a dispatch that admiral borha had approved the appointment of the commands himself. Old uncle Borha finally caved into the pressure that the intelligence department was pushing, it was now up to Theresa to handle these maniacs that the intelligence chief had employed.
"Captain, now while I don't doubt your record" Theresa spoke "I do wish to remind you that here, there is a certain degree of intolerance towards officers that will push the crews and constantly suspect them of wrong doing. I will not approve this, and I will deny your further requests to replace the tactical officer and the communications officer on Tuatha de Daanan"
"Commodore…your officers lack experience"
"All the officers on that ship I have worked with long enough to know they will not act out of line under any circumstances and I will not permit you to judge them by their service record" Theresa finished off the defeated captain's defense "are we understood on this matter captain?"
"Understood…" the captain admitted defeat from this girl.
"very well, I will not detain you any longer" Theresa finished and stood "I except to inspect the Tuatha de Daanan in two weeks time, your are, under no circumstance to permit any further changes in the complement of the boat unless I have approved of it"
Captain Michelson acknowledged the order, saluted and left the office. Once the doors were closed, Theresa let out a huge sight of relief and slumped back into her chair. Today had become one nightmare. First she made a fool of herself in found oh what she felt were two very important guests. She had to do all kinds of things to make Kalinin and Mardukas to not have them detained any longer and to not have SRT personnel escort them like prisoners. The whole incident was the highlight of her false realization on how much she was making a fool of herself showing of weapons and technology like a over excited kid.
Now this captain Michelson was on the warpath to change the fighting tactics that MITHRIL employed to act more along the lines of that the United States navy employed when they were ordered to carpet bomb a target. What made Theresa disappointed was she had no way of dismissing them without a plasuable reason. Then she had to pick the captain for the Pillar of autumn which was near entering active service. She could pick the best captain out of the three to command that ship, but then the intelligence department might just pick their person instead.
However, she had enough problems with the captain replacing Tuatha de Daanan to really concern herself with interviewing them for the job they had already been confirmed to take. She would cancel those meetings today and have the 1st applicant interviewed tomorrow, this time she would try to have commander Mardukas present to control her anger.
Location: Officer quarters 5-E (Commodore Theresa Tesserossa's quarters)
Time: 15:15hrs
Date: March 22nd, 2006
Theresa decided to return to her quarters, her own personnel private home that permitted her to be relieved of the pressures her rank constantly weighted down her ability to be a teenager. Occasionally Melissa would be there to welcome her home, thou of course she hadn't been invited. Theresa was just that she became use her 'big sister' to welcome her home and hear her problems while she drank her daily dose of booze.
Melissa enjoyed her talks with her, given that she was friends with her boss had some strange advantages; she could get drinks sent to her quarters and people would be under the assumption that Theresa was ordering them. This had sparked some rather nasty rumors that the commodore was an alcoholic depressant and she constantly drank at the end of the day. Theresa had only been drunk once in her life, and the experience was of one she did not wish to repeat anytime soon.
However when Theresa walked into her own room, she was not greeted by the loud mouthed former marine. White was sitting on the couch looking around the plush quarters of the commanding officer.
"White?!" Theresa stammered back
"Theresa, welcome back" white replied, slightly surprised at the reaction. Theresa wondered for a moment how it was that she knew where her room was. Of course; she had told them. Theresa really needed to remember to lock her quarters, but the ditzy commodore kept forgetting such a simple thing; she assumed that if she did, Melissa would just crack it open a few hours later.
"I guessed that the first place you would go when you were on break would be your quarters" White spoke "I apologies, I should have simply waited outside"
"It's quite alright" Theresa took off her kakis blazer and let down on the end of the couch. "I come to get use to surprise visitors here"
"I see"
Theresa again was stuck, she was afraid to admit it, but she felt over empowered and embarrassed by white. She was a whispered; the same as her, yet; she had this degree of something that made Theresa, a delicate young lady herself; feel a need of inferiority to white and black.
"Theresa"
"Yes?"
"I do not understand your fear of us"
Theresa stopped thinking about that and hesitated at an answer. Why was she feeling fear and inferior to these two? It was like white was the daughter of the king and Theresa was merely a poor match stick girl. She didn't know why she felt this present need to please them.
"My apologies white" Theresa replied as honestly as she could "sometimes you meet someone and you don't know how to treat them…"
White nodded and noticed that Theresa just didn't know how to interact with her, she was afraid of just being too disrespectful. If only Theresa knew how much she was the best host she had met in quite some time.
"I'll prepare some tea for us" Theresa got up, stifling a groan as she rubbed her neck.
"Are you alright?" White asked
"I'm quite alright" Theresa replied "thank you"
She then went to her cabinet and retrieved out a few cups and her electric kettle. Despite the stylish design of her quarters, there was no real kitchen for her to use. She went to the bathroom to fill it up; a few moments later she returned with the kettle and plugged it in to start boiling the water.
"So where is black?"
"She said that she wanted to go walk around the hangers and the enlisted personnel quarters" White replied, looking curiously as Theresa again was rubbing her left arm.
"I take it she was bored with the whole thing?"
"Not really" White replied "Black is always interested in what humans develop from whispered ideas"
Theresa gave white a curious look; the whole sentence just seemed out of place. She was human, and she was pretty sure that white and black were as well. Theresa noted the chirping noise and kneeled down to retrieve her china set's teapot. Again she stifled a groan in her lower back this time. She knew why; her sleeping habits were nothing too great, she constantly slept on her stomach and her arm all the time. It was no surprise they hurt in the morning. But she got use to it and lived with the pain, she didn't want Melissa trying to un-kink her back, she felt that she would yank her arm off.
Theresa sat down and poured her guest something to drink. It was nice they could talk like this, but what about she couldn't exactly know, she guessed she'd have to wait for her friend to ask a question.
"Theresa, I know it sounds weird from a stranger like me, but if you wish for me to, I can help un-kink the left arm and your lower back"
"No, I'm quite alright" Theresa immediately rejected the offer; it wasn't that she disliked it; she just didn't want to have make her guest fix something so trivial.
"Are your sure?"
"Yes…" Theresa replied "you're my guest, please don't worry about it"
"Please, you have done more then enough for us" White rebutted "and I would be considered ungrateful if I can't repay that"
Theresa found some assurance in that, and at the same time figured out how she should treat them. Theresa nodded approval and readied herself for the style of treatment she got from her doctor every time; painful. White thought about this for a moment, where she was from, this gesture wasn't considered abnormal, but Theresa obviously was scared to even admit she wanted to accept it.
She walked over and watched as Theresa simple turned to face her back to one side, she felt only a need to loosen her neck tie and that was it. White sat down next to her and started to examine Theresa's body up close. It was exactly as she had expected, thin and delicate. White first hovered her hands over the commodore's upper back; incidentally starting without even touching her.
Theresa didn't know how to describe it, but her face and arms froze with incredible amounts of some sort of ecstasy relief. The muscles somehow managed to loose up so quickly, but at the same time, she noticed that she hadn't been touched yet.
"your body is pretty stiff up here" White started proper contact and started to work on her left arm's joint muscles, still pursuing the same, or even more power in whatever she was doing. Theresa didn't expect this to be so, nice, whatever she was doing, it was not how they normally did it. She wondered how she was doing this,
"It's an old technique that whispered can do, both to another whispered and to normal humans" white started to explain, as if she knew what Theresa was about to say "it requires a degree of understanding in mental telepathy"
'Telepathy? Since when did that aid in this sort of thing?' Theresa however couldn't ignore the facts and her body was demanding her mind shut down and let it focus on this. She couldn't help it and closed her eyes relieved already, wondering how much more she would do. White noticed her head slumping and she started to slow down the way she did it.
'How could Theresa not know how to do this?' she wondered to herself. It was quite simple; she was an uninformed whispered at the very least. For the next ten minutes, Theresa somehow felt every part of her body loosened and at the same time her mind felt like it had shut down and only was thinking in terms of senses, it seemed to completely reenergize everything, her body and it also felt like a young body again.
White finally stopped her strange massage and backed away. Theresa noted the ending and resumed sitting back, her body strangely weak for five minutes. She had no idea what it was, but the science and research department would be interested over it.
"Thank you…" Theresa spoke "that was certainly a…strange method"
'Method?' White wondered by that, she did everything the way her mother taught her, why did it seem that…
White thought about it for a moment, Theresa had the mental telepathy of a whispered, she knew some rather advance things, and she somehow was annoyed by the fact that this young girl seemed to have no idea about anything else regarding whispered way of life. According to Theresa there was another whispered coming into visit them later today.
"Theresa" She asked her new friend "can you tell me about your past?"
A/N: hmmm, im not so comfortable about that last part. i dunno, i ran out of time anyway, so...yea, if you guys hate it, ill figure something else out. Chapters should be per fortnight for now on, trying my best to keep a steady update pattern.
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