~ Decisions, Decisions ~
The meeting had been adjourned; the Masters dismissed for the day. An investigation was going to be held in regards to the events on Circini. That seemed to satisfy most concerns.
For Master Cyclonis, it didn't. She had politely argued that they should take action immediately. They were wasting time and losing an opportunity.
Of course, no one listened. That had put her in a sour mood. And the day had started off so well.
"You're home early, Master."
Cyclonis flicked her hand in acknowledgement to the Doctor's statement. She focused instead on removing her cumbersome collar and fixing it on the stand designed to hold it.
"You're back early, I trust everything went well?" The Doctor asked.
She gave one of her calculating glares. "Where's the Sky Knight?"
The Doctor nodded in the direction of the bathroom. "Washing up."
Cyclonis shrugged out of her heavy cloak, draping it on the back of a chair. "You're dismissed then."
"Are you sure?"
Cyclonis narrowed her eyes in response.
"As you wish, then, Master Cyclonis."
Cyclonis rolled her eyes, her mind caught by her current problem. She distantly heard the door click shut.
What to do, what to do.
Aerrow had, once again, become a liability with the reappearance of the Storm Hawks. There was the possibility that they might have been killed in the raid (at least some) and there was the possibility that some (hopefully) had died in the crash. Knowing her luck, though, they probably were all hale and accounted for.
And she really didn't know what they were going to do. But she suspected that it was going to be big. Shrike had left with a party of forty. Twelve returned. Four Storm Hawks couldn't have done that much damage on their own.
There were rumours of a resistance movement in that area. Evidence suggested the Storm Hawks had found some allies. But what would their next move be?
More importantly, what should hers be?
~Front Row Seat ~
"How long have you been in that tub, Sky Knight?"
Cyclonis smirked at Aerrow as he yelped, splashing water everywhere.
Cyclonis inspected him from the door. "Time to get out, then. You're starting to prune, I can see it from here. You also need to eat."
Aerrow sighed in response, settling back into the large tub. The water was hot, and it took the aches out of his bones from the cold. "Make me."
"I can and I will, so don't push it." Cyclonis wasn't in the mood for this. What to do with the stray Storm Hawk was a serious concern. Death would be easiest, but the idea curdled her stomach. Maybe stowing him away - but where?
"I'd like to see you try," he shot back. He raised an eyebrow in a dare.
Her eyes widened before they narrowed. She didn't have time for this nonsense. She stalked to the side of the tub, clearly not bluffing. It didn't escape her notice that Aerrow slid into the murky waters a couple more inches, or a delectable blush was creeping up his neck.
She gave him a measured glance, making his cheek flame, before she rested herself on the side of the tub. With one hand she wrapped the cord for the plug around her fingers and gave it a tug. With a gurgle, the water started to drain.
Cyclonis smirked as she watched the Sky Knight's reaction.
"Okay, fine, you win, I'll get out. Now are you gonna sit there all day or you gonna give me some privacy?"
Cyclonis couldn't help it as the smirk on her face grew. She crossed a leg, looking smug. "Oh, don't mind me. You go right ahead. Besides, it nothing I haven't seen before."
Aerrow's face was nearly as red as his hair.