I stared at my brother a little longer, taking in his words. Get the shotgun.
"And, how am I supposed to get the shotgun?", I asked incredulously.
"She likes you, just get her distracted and *hic* get her gun", he explained, slurring slightly. he took another big gulp. He was swaying in his seat now.
"Get her gun?", I asked to clarify.
"Get her gun", he reiterated. He slumped forward on the table and started to breathe louder. I nodded slightly before getting to my feet. I paced around slightly thinking about what he had said, and how stupid it was. There had to be a better way. After a few minutes of thinking, I made my way back up to the cockpit. As the door opened, I noticed both chairs were empty. I took a few steps into the room, and scanned the interior. As I turned right, I noticed Lyra standing there, staring.
"Lyra?", I said softly.
"You gonna do it?", she asked threateningly. Her hands pulsating with blue light.
"Do what?", I said, trying to sound innocent. Lyra walked around me, facing me constantly. Her eyes were dark and sullen, she did not look like the same woman I had known. She looked savage.
"Did Aria send you?" she finally inquired. "Gotta admit its a good cover, two scared little boys falling over their own dicks". She smirked darkly, "Almost caught me off guard".
I was dumbfounded. She was intuitive but completely missed the danger. This was a claim I was genuinely innocent of.
"Lyra, what are you talking about?" i said, innocently.
"You think I couldn't hear you downstairs with your dipshit brother?" She shouted, the blue aura now pulsing up her arms.
"What did you hear?", I asked bluntly.
"You and your brother planning to steal my gun. You think a shotgun's gonna stop me?!"
Her eyes were now deep black voids. A mass effect field pulsated from her knocking me into a wall. She stared me down, breathing heavily. Biotic fields dancing around her form.
"Wait, Lyra." I said, out of breath. "You think Aria sent us? Why?"
She bore down at me, shaking with rage. "Jeet".
I gazed at her after she spoke that name. I cautiously moved back into a standing position, holding a calming hand out towards her.
"What about Jeet?", I asked, with trepidation.
Lyra glared furiously into my eyes for a few seconds. She began to calm slightly, the mass effect fields lessened, her pupils contracted and her breathing regulated. She started to sway and rock, before staggering into a wall. She lost her balance completely, and collapsed into a wall murmuring as she slid down its face.
"Lyra!", I cried before running to catch her. I knelt next to her, cradling her weakened body, as she muttered with flickering eyelids.
"Lyra, what about Jeet?", I pressed. I shook her slightly, and moved my grip so she was sat more upright.
"Lyra", I asked impatiently. "What did Jeet do?"
I was beginning to panic, as I held her. My mind was running through thousands of scenarios at once, why would she react like that? I gazed into her sublime face, made pale. Sweat had drenched her back and arms. She looked so helpless, a long way from the commanding woman who I knew she could be.
I heard the door open. Aran was here. He looked down at me, cradling Lyra. He walked over and unclipped her gun. I tried to speak, "Aran, somethings wro-".
"Tie her up, in the hold", he interrupted sternly. He checked the navcomputer, unable to focus his vision. He pressed the VI comm, "How far 'til citadel space?". A message popped up on screen 'Approx. 1 Hour'. he slumped int he pilots chair, staring blankly out of the window.
"Nearly there, Isaac", he said calmly. "Get her sorted in the hold".
"Aran, something's not right here", I explained. "She fainted when she mentioned Jeet".
"They have a history. It's fine." he said, not turning round.
"I think something is-"
"GET HER IN THE HOLD!" He screamed, glaring at me red-faced.
I picked her up in my arms and struggled into the hold. I propped her against a barrel and began binding her arms with spare bungee cords. Her skin was soft, but her limbs felt thin. She looked weak against the barrel. After she was bound, Ipropped myself against a barrel on the opposite wall, staring at the unconscious woman. She stirred from time-to-time, her brow occasionally furrowed, or her eyelids flickered. Until she eventually roused into consciousness. I scrambled over to her side attentively. As she began to open her eyes properly, I whispered softly,
"Don't panic. You're tied up, but I can explain". She began to struggle slightly so I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"My brother made me tie you up, we're going to the citadel", I added as calmly as I could.
She grunted quietly before whispering, "Jeet".
"Jeet?", I queried. Before she could answer, the ship began to accelerate. The hull shook slightly to a low hum. We were passing through the relay for the citadel. As we made the jump, Lyra woke up with a start. Her eyes darted around, and her biotics flared around her arms. She was restrained, but it was still unnerving.
"We're going right to them", she said, panicking. "You brought me right to them!"
"Wait, who? We we're just going to take your Hallex", I explained.
"It's Jeet. He set you up", she retorted, pulling at her bindings. "...by the goddess"
"Wait. How has he set us up?" I asked, puzzled.
She had a genuine look of fear in her eye, "He's set you up, to get to me".
I was about to speak again but my brother entered, staggering into the hold.
"Oh, you're awake. We'll be at C-Sec Dock E6 in 5 minutes", he said smugly. "We'll take that Hallex off your hands and you can trot off back to Aria".
She slumped her head and sighed. Aran was smiling stupidly at her, but I held much more concern for our well-being, "Lyra, what has Jeet done?"
She looked up at me, and stared with broken eyes. She began to explain, "The Hallex was Bellamy's idea. We were always gonna do it, but I wanted to get closer to Aria, earn her trust."
She coughed weakly, before continuing, "Bellamy started to work on his career at C-Sec, to give us an in. I was getting shit done for Aria, she started to like me, started givin' me bigger jobs".
She shifted on the floor and weakly raised her head, "Jeet was always fuckin' jealous".
Aran and I were captivated by the sudden revelations. She continued, "He always wanted to be Aria's favourite pet. He was always trying to catch me out. Following me, stealing from me...but he never found anything".
Aran interjected, "So, why would Jeet want to steal from Aria?"
Lyra shot him a scathing look, "He doesn't, but I do."
"And now you've lead us all right to him. Now he has what he needs to get me out of the picture with Aria".
"Shit!", I exclaimed softly.
"We can just say we had nothing to do with it!", Aran reasoned.
"He's got us. It's over", Lyra said, depressed.
Aran started to run to the cockpit, "We can still fly away! We don't have to dock!"
Lyra paused with her answer, her senses still evading her, "You locked in the codes, dipshit".
"We're dead".