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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 13, 2018 12:34:02 GMT
"There is that better? I talked to them as children and tried to word it in a way that a child could understand. You happy now?... Because quite frankly it makes me want to go shoot something," bursted Atticus Batman. "I am always happy when we manage to avoid a Kindermord from happening," said Wolfram von Eschen and grinned all over his thin face. "Since these mini-inquisitors are secured at moment you can actually go and shoot something. To spare ammunition, I'd suggest a...mmm...Duck Hunt simulation I found and installed into my holo room. Annoying dog included."  _________ In the Mess Hall of the Fortress K'Shaa Volodja Uljanov looked around and stated: "I am afraid that the shrink has to wait. Usually he doesn't miss a single meal and is always punctual as Immanual Kant with his famous walks in Königsberg, so you could set your watch according to those - His neighbours knew precisely that the time was 3:30 PM when Kant stepped outside his door." Hearing Volodja's voice made diners rose their glances from the plates or cups in front of them and seeing Aunt Agatha one of them released a weak "EEK!" sound and left the Mess Hall in a hurry. "Why you had to frighten that young man, Volodja, I wonder?" asked Aunt Agatha atrabiliously. Looks like that she already forgot the poking incident with the same security guard already and accused Volodja for the sudden escape. |
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 13, 2018 13:05:29 GMT
Atticus Batman lectured the Child-Inquisitor Misor Chiph, "...So if you want your 'friend' to be able to move to those quarters when I feel you have earned the right, then you better talk to her and explain that this is my base which means that I am considered the Patriarch of this family. So I will not tolerate such an attitude, especially from an insolent child. Just be glad I am NOT Micor or the Mistress, because if Micfi talked to either one of them like that, then they would have her punished and you damn-well know it! Just as you know they would not tolerate just how close the two of you really are, while I don't give a shtako about just how close you two are." Misor stood up from the bed where he had been sitting stroking the unconscious Castithan girl's long white braid then explained, "Sir, I was traded into indenture as a Cook's apprentice to pay for my father's gambling debts over two years ago with the Inquisition being only the last of several Castithan masters so I get where you are coming from. Each indenture was different, with some being cruel and some being kind, with the Inquisition being somewhere in the middle. I swore an oath of loyalty to them and went to their Learning Camps for six months but I'm not in their custody any more, I'm in yours. As your prisoner I will do whatever you request including not trying to escape or give you any kind of trouble until the Inquisition retakes me - and that is an unlikely scenario, at least alive I admit for I failed in the mission I was appointed to lead - or you trade me to a new master. My father often said to me that as a member of the worker caste of Castithan society, I should remain adaptable and expect nothing." Misor glanced lovingly at his unconscious companion, "Micfi is different. As a member of the Castithan ruling caste, especially a female member, she was taught to rule by right and expect to get whatever she wants - at least before her parents were killed in some secret mission in Freedom, Alabama. I was indentured as a cook to her Father at the time and he treated me fairly although he was... very conservative in his attitudes but I respected him for his honesty. However both her parents were true believers in the Inquisition and before each meal he would gather all the family and the servants and read from the Inquisition's Sacred Teachings. For his only child, he would begin and end her day discussing the Sacred Teachings explaining at length the Inquisition's importance to her and the survival of the Castithan culture." Misor shrugged noncommittally, "I guess I didn't care as long as they let me cook and share in what I cooked three times a day and read the books in the library as I wished. However, the highlight of my everyday was when Micfi would just sit with me and discuss her dreams and ambitions. They were the typical dreams of Castithan girls, those of finding a good husband of high birth and pleasing him yet she always sought my advice as a trusted confidant. I didn't care that her dreams didn't include me but when we talked... I still treasure those moments." Misor's pale yellow eyes locked with Atticus' before continuing, "It all changed when her uncle Micor Newlo took charge of both of us. He made sure we both attended the Inquisition's Learning camps during the day, learning how to fight and use weapons with other kids our age as we were preached to by Inquisition Elders. That wasn't too bad although more than a few of our classmates didn't survive the live ammunition exercises. Micfi and me did by watching each other's back and although you might not believe me, she saved my life as much as I saved hers. As I said, days were okay but nights... they were awful. I was merely locked in my room at night but Micfi... poor Micfi... she was visited by Micor most nights and although she never screamed I heard from my room next to hers her whimper, go quiet and then cry after he left. She would never tell me what happened but I could guess knowing how cruel Master Newlo could be. It's not an excuse for her behavior here but it is an explanation sir. " Misor pursed his alabaster lips before asking, "Master Batman, please don't separate us - and not for the reasons you think. I don't now how you knew, but last night was the first time we did... what we did. Sure, we did some... exploration as to our... differences before. There was nothing much to do on that hill we sat on for months. But it got really cold last night and as Mission Leader I decided if we shared a bedroll our body warmth would keep us from freezing to death. One thing led to another and I guess you know the rest. That's not why I'm begging you to keep us together. Sir, I'm asking because she's my friend - my only friend - and I don't want her to do something that might hurt her in the long run." Atticus put his helm back on as he stood up and said, "By the way Micfi, I know you already regained consciousness and are now feigning unconsciousness to keep from being yelled at. So you might as well drop the act and quit worrying Misor." Then Atticus turned and looked at Lady, Sandy and Wolfram, as he said, "There is that better? I talked to them as children and tried to word it in a way that a child could understand. You happy now?... Because quite frankly it makes me want to go shoot something." "I am always happy when we manage to avoid a Kindermord from happening," said Wolfram von Eschen and grinned all over his thin face. "Since these mini-inquisitors are secured at moment you can actually go and shoot something. To spare ammunition, I'd suggest a...mmm...Duck Hunt simulation I found and installed into my holo room. Annoying dog included." Sandy Volodja muttered in protest, "I didn't say anything..." Micfi Newlo had only just regained consciousness at the end of Misor's confession so she sat up crossing her thin arms tightly across her slight chest, "Misor, don't beg ever - especially from non-believers and your lessers! Of course we will escape! And the Mistress of Judgement will embrace us with open arms!" Micfi stood up thrusting her small chalk white fist into the air yelling at the top of her lungs, "Long live the Inquisition!!!!" Lady Christianna put a retraining hand gently on her husband's arm while warning Micfi, "Hush just... hush!" Micfi misread Lady's tone and replied with a shy smile, "No race-traitor will ever tell me what to do!" Lady's pink eyes flashed and her small alabaster hands balled into fists with anger as she ordered one of the guards to open the cell's door. Step by step she slowly and with grim intent walked towards the young Castithan girl whose golden eyes grew wide in surprise. Misor moved against a side wall to give Lady a wide berth as Micfi backed against the bunk falling into a sitting position there. Once Lady was in front of her, Lady moved in a blur sitting down and pulling the younger girl over her lap while at the same time jerking Micfi's pants down to expose her chalk white ass. Lady then spanked her with one hand until Micfi cried and Micfi's butt was a rosy color. Lady stood up holding on to the young girl's arm so that they both stood up. Micfi pulled her pant's up trying to save some of her dignity then rubbed her sore rear end as she blubbered, "I-I-I'm sorrrrry!" Lady turned her back on Micfi stalking out of the cell and out of the brig merely saying over her shoulder, "NOT a race traitor!" As the assembled Protectors watched Lady's back as she left the brig, Medic Joy Jameson asked Sandy, "Umm.. do you think it will be okay to examine the prisoners now?" "I sure hope so," Sighed Sandy, hoping the drama had ended for at least a little while adding, "And I hope your are better with children than the rest of us appear to be." Sandy realized she wasn't instinctively very good with children and turned to Wolfram gesturing to the still crying child, "Uh... Wolfram, can you please do something about that?"  |
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on May 14, 2018 6:29:36 GMT
"I'll see what I can do while Fräulein Jameson examines kids," replied Wolfram von Eschen with his raspy voice. "It's a professional matter, so I would kindly suggest the faint-hearted people to step aside and spare their nerves while we are doing our job. Something tells me that crying is just not caused by the pain or even public humiliation because Frau Batman didn't slap that hard and if we put the public humiliation into wider context and interpret that reaction of her's in the light of information that the patient Misor provided us, then...Anyway - the lesser amount witnesses in present, the lesser amount of humiliation we have to deal with. Verstehen, Sie?"
Joy Jameson begun her work, recording her discoveries for the medical records in casual manner because she was a professional indeed: "Patient One. Gender - Male. Approximate age...Thin. Body is lacking fat tissue. Dry skin. Mucous membranes dry as well. Eyes sunken. Patient suffers from severe dehydration and malnutrition. Suggested treatment...
Patient Two. Gender - Female...Symptoms similar to previous patient. Additional notifications - lack of tears when crying supports idea of dehydration. Body examination revealed several traces of bite marks around patient's skin plus several signs of lashing. Further examination...Fuck! Dr. von Eschen! I believe that you should have a further conversation with this one!"
She bent over and whispered something into Wolfram's ear, making the old man to mutter"Scheisse!" plus some other German pejoratives after which Wolfram turned his attention to Micfi and said with the softest voice he could manage:
"Sometimes it's better to get the burden off your chest by telling about problems because if tensions, emotions and so on are constantly suppressed then everything keeps gathering and one moment that burden reaches into a critical mass and everything bursts out, causing collateral damage all around. At moment we are not enemies but the Patient and a Doctor and everything we talk about stays into this room. If you worry about revealing your worries or concerns to someone who doesn't meet your Caste standards then I can assure that in human class hierarchy I belong into the upper class, comparable with Castithan highest Caste. Shall we talk or do you prefer to keep your secrets to yourself? It is totally up to you, Micfi, because I am not here to force you to do something you don't want to or reveal secrets of Inquisitions, but only to suggest that you talk about your personal issues. Everything you say won't be used against you."
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 14, 2018 11:43:31 GMT
Sandy Volodja muttered in protest, "I didn't say anything..."
I didn't say anything, but I did think, "That's a surprise. I thought she revelled in arguing with my style, especially my Command style!"
Micfi Newlo had only just regained consciousness at the end of Misor's confession so she sat up crossing her thin arms tightly across her slight chest, "Misor, don't beg ever - especially from non-believers and your lessers! Of course we will escape! And the Mistress of Judgement will embrace us with open arms!"
Micfi stood up thrusting her small chalk white fist into the air yelling at the top of her lungs, "Long live the Inquisition!!!!"
Lady Christianna put a retraining hand gently on mys arm while warning Micfi, "Hush just... hush!"
Micfi misread Lady's tone and replied with a shy smile, "No race-traitor will ever tell me what to do!"
I stopped and just whatched the situation after Lady had restrained my arm, even though I could have easily shrugged it off. However after she warned the insolent girl to be quiet and Micfi insulted her instead, I started to step forward as I saw the look on Lady's face. However Lady surprised even me by reacting a lot faster and more strongly than I expected from my sweet and demure but quietly passionate wife.
Lady's pink eyes flashed and her small alabaster hands balled into fists with anger as she ordered one of the guards to open the cell's door. Step by step she slowly and with grim intent walked towards the young Castithan girl whose golden eyes grew wide in surprise. Misor moved against a side wall to give Lady a wide berth as Micfi backed against the bunk falling into a sitting position there. Once Lady was in front of her, Lady moved in a blur sitting down and pulling the younger girl over her lap while at the same time jerking Micfi's pants down to expose her chalk white ass. Lady then spanked her with one hand until Micfi cried and Micfi's butt was a rosy color. Lady stood up holding on to the young girl's arm so that they both stood up.
Micfi pulled her pant's up trying to save some of her dignity then rubbed her sore rear end as she blubbered, "I-I-I'm sorrrrry!"
Lady turned her back on Micfi stalking out of the cell and out of the brig merely saying over her shoulder, "NOT a race traitor!"
As the assembled Protectors watched Lady's back as she left the brig, Medic Joy Jameson asked Sandy, "Umm.. do you think it will be okay to examine the prisoners now?"
"I sure hope so," Sighed Sandy, hoping the drama had ended for at least a little while adding, "And I hope your are better with children than the rest of us appear to be."
I replied with, "Well that was certainly unexpected, however she definitely did deserve a spanking."
Sandy realized she wasn't instinctively very good with children and turned to Wolfram gesturing to the still crying child, "Uh... Wolfram, can you please do something about that?"
As Sandy addressed Wolfram, I turned back to the cell and said calmly, "Micfi I really do hope that you are indeed sorry because Lady is proud of her Castithan heritage and family is very important to her. So I am sure she will still want to welcome you into the family, after she calms down, provided you really do straighten up your daking attitude.... and Misor given your courage and love for your friend, despite her ignorant attitude, I will not separate the two of you.
However if nobody wants a further spanking then I suggest you two better talk and think about how you treat those around you and should better treat them from now on. Then if you can both show some improvement by supper time, I will consider granting you use of the privacy window tonight. If a new-found respectful attitude continues all through tomorrow, then I will consider moving you both to a more comfortable quarters tomorrow night.
As for how I know what I know, the answer is that it is an easy thing to figure out for one who has spent his entire life learning to hunt and track every living thing to exist and it is something that will never be learned from books, although you can perhaps learn the basic principles of hunting and tracking from books, I suppose. However hunting/tracking skills anywhere near my level takes great senses, a knack for reading people, and a lot of actual in-the-field training to gain enough experience. However unless you have some natural talent in such things as I do, you will never get much better than a book-taught guide.
Now let me introduce you to a couple of people that will be looking out for you while you are here. The old goat of a human is Doctor Wolfram Von Eschen and our resident Psychologist as well as one of the two best people-persons that I know. The other being Commander Volodja Uljanov, who you will probably meet later. The young woman in the Medic garb is Medic Joy Jameson and she is here to see how healthy you two are, and just what we can do to improve your physical health, while Doctor Von Eschen excels in helping with one's mental health, even if we still do not see eye-to-eye on such matters."
"I'll see what I can do while Fräulein Jameson examines kids," replied Wolfram von Eschen with his raspy voice. "It's a professional matter, so I would kindly suggest the faint-hearted people to step aside and spare their nerves while we are doing our job. Something tells me that crying is just not caused by the pain or even public humiliation because Frau Batman didn't slap that hard and if we put the public humiliation into wider context and interpret that reaction of her's in the light of information that the patient Misor provided us, then...Anyway - the lesser amount witnesses in present, the lesser amount of humiliation we have to deal with. Verstehen, Sie?"
I turned and looked towards the door as I said, "Yes Wolfram, please do. I will consider looking into that holo-program you mentioned. However first I think I better go check on my wife, provided she doesn't close me out. After all it was quite obvious just how much Micfi's insults hurt her.
Besides I think it is best if Micfi is somewhat calm for the medical exams and we all know my presence is obviously way too imposing for that to happen at the moment. So Wolfram I will leave you and Joy to it as you definitely do not need my supervision for such things. Besides Sandy is still in here. So if you need a command decision for anything right away, she can handle it."
With that I turned and walked out the door as Joy Jameson begun her work, recording her discoveries for the medical records in casual manner. As soon as I was out of the Security Wing, I muttered to myself, "Dak! What the hell are we going to do with daking brain-washed children?! I know we can't let them get sent to one of Soleptor's work camps, Lena is proof of why most orphanages don't work, and I know damn well why most of the daking Votan refugee settlements are no place for a daking kid! Dak! ..... Dinara point me to Lady!"
After Dinara told me where I would be able to find Lady, I quickly jogged to her location. Upon reaching Lady, I just walked up to her, wrapped my big strong and muscular but well-armored arms around her and gently pulled her head to my chest. Then I just stood there intending to hold her for as long as she wanted and needed me to, before I even considered talking to her about anything as I really hated seeing my wife upset or hurt, and I most certainly NEVER saw her this upset and hurt before! So as it had never happened before and I have NEVER been a social person, I most definitely had no clue just how to handle this unprecedented situation other than the way I was currently trying to.
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 14, 2018 13:33:49 GMT
Upon reaching Lady Christianna down the hall leading away from Fortress Kshaa's brig, Atticus Batman just walked up to her where she leaned her chalk white forehead against a wall with her large eyes closed tightly. Atticus wrapped his big strong and muscular but well-armored arms around her and gently pulled her head to his chest. Then he just stood there intending to hold her for as long as she wanted and needed him to, before he even considered talking to her about anything as he really hated seeing his wife upset or hurt, and Atticus most certainly NEVER saw her this upset and hurt before! So as it had never happened before and he have NEVER been a social person, Atticus most definitely had no clue just how to handle this unprecedented situation other than the way he was currently trying to.
Holding him as tightly as he held her, tears welled in Lady's pink eyes as she admitted angrily, "Lost it. Never would - never did - with the twins. Just made me so mad. So hit her! Shouldn't have. Hit child for no good reason but because mad and that's WRONG! Just... wrong. Now bad as the rest! Bad as my step brother. Bad as my mother."
Meanwhile in the brig, Captain Sandy Bell Uljanov was seething that such cruelty as done to Micfi by the Inquisition could ever be done to a child. She had dismissed the brig guards to the hallway knowing that she herself was armed but was shocked by what Medic Joy Jameson had found when examining the Child-Inquisitor Micfi Newlo. Bite marks around the child's nipples meant violent sexual foreplay to Sandy and Micfi was way too young for it to be consensual.
Sandy glared with narrowed blue eyes at the other Child-Inquisitor, Misor Chiph, wondering if he was the sexual predator then asking Joy bluntly as she pointed accusingly at him, "Are the bite marks his?"
"I would never do that to Micfi," Protested the young Castithan boy.
Joy's own brown eyes went wide raising her palms forward asserting, "No...NO! They are much too big - definitely adult size. From what the boy said I would bet they are her uncle's, Micor Newlo's."
Sandy thought out loud, "I wonder if Atticus realized that. He already said he hated that guy - now he's got one more reason to do so."
Joy shook her head, taking Sandy's tan hand in both of hers and leading her aside before whispering, "It's worse than that! Both Micfi's genitals and anus are terribly bruised. It also looks like there are several cigarette burns of varying ages all around her vaginal opening. Furthermore, it looks like something hard about the size of a fist was brutally inserted in her vagina again and again. I won't know if there has been permanent injury until a more thorough examination can be done in the infirmary."
While Sandy spoke quietly with Medic Jameson, the elderly psychiatrist Wolfram von Eshen gently urged Micfi, "Sometimes it's better to get the burden off your chest by telling about problems because if tensions, emotions and so on are constantly suppressed then everything keeps gathering and one moment that burden reaches into a critical mass and everything bursts out, causing collateral damage all around."
Micfi's golden eyes grew wide not truly understanding what he was hinting at but Misor gasped fully understanding the magnitude of what the good doctor was saying.
Wolfram continued, "At moment we are not enemies but the Patient and a Doctor and everything we talk about stays into this room. If you worry about revealing your worries or concerns to someone who doesn't meet your Caste standards then I can assure that in human class hierarchy I belong into the upper class, comparable with Castithan highest Caste. Shall we talk or do you prefer to keep your secrets to yourself? It is totally up to you, Micfi, because I am not here to force you to do something you don't want to or reveal secrets of Inquisitions, but only to suggest that you talk about your personal issues. Everything you say won't be used against you."
The eleven year old Castithan child protested shrilly, "I have no personal issues to keep from a lowly human anymore than I have a secret that I would keep from a dog! Nothing happened other than my Castithan elder hitting me just now! I'm fine! My uncle never did anything to me I didn't deserve. Just like now, I was a bad girl and I was punished," Then Micfi thrust out a quivering lower lip and said belligerently through clenched teeth, "Are you going to punish me now? I won't cry this time! I won't cry in front of a lesser race for than I will deserve to be punished even more!"
Micfi's golden eyes flashed from the open cell door to the Quickblaster holstered on Sandy's belt as Sandy was talking intently with the medic. In a sudden flash of movement, Micfi impulsively grabbed Sandy's blaster and held it against Wolfram's stomach. Both Sandy and Joy held up their hands in surrender not wanting Wolfram to be hurt even by accident but again Micfi wrongly took their intent as weakness.
"HA ha," Laughed Micfi as she pushed the barrel of the gun deeper into Wolfram's gut directing him the the brig's door espousing Inquisition doctrine as they moved, "This is a prime example of why Castithans will dominate this planet in the end! You would let a valuable prisoner escape just to save an old man's life. Pitiful!"
Misor sighed before protesting, "Micfi, let's rethink this before - "
Micfi shook her long white tresses emphatically before yelling, "No Misor - no more thinking! I have an important mission to complete and it's not to get two half breed infants! The Master of Stealth sent me here to kill someone and I have to do it," A look of horror crossed her pale white face as she continued, "And he'll punish me tenfold if I don't succeed so I must! Misor, you don't understand the pain he can cause when he takes off his false hand, heats his bare metal stump and thrusts it as far as he can into - YOU JUST DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS! NOW OPEN THE DRAKKING DOOR MISOR!"
Misor complied as Micfi pushed Wolfram through it then gestured the guards in the hallway into the brig before closing it while melting the door shut with Sandy's Quickblaster. With Sandy, Joy, and the two guards safely locked in the brig, Micfi then gestured to Wolfram to head up the hallway as Misor followed closely behind a woebegone look on his young face.
"Liebchen, may I ask who your target is?" Asked Wolfram buying time, "I might be able to lead you to him."
Micfi smiled slyly as she replied gesturing with her blaster for Wolfram to continue forward down the hall, "Good old dog! His name is Marcel. Marcel Lestrange. The man who took my uncle's hand."
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 14, 2018 18:10:07 GMT
"Bon Jour, mon petit," said male voice from the shadows of the corridor Wolfram von Eschen was pushed forwards. Strong male arm reached out from shadows fast as an attacking snake and Micfi felt that Quickblaster being pulled from her grip by much stronger force than her's. Then the force explained: "I will take it from here. Guns are dangerous and can sometimes go off even unwanted. In other circumstances I would not be mind seeing this old annoying and extremely arrogant Boche full of holes but it happens to be that I owed him one for warning me in advance that someone seeks revenge. You warned my through an EGO link and I saved your skinny butt so now we are even."
Marcel Lestrange spoke the truth. As soon as Wolfram von Eschen heard who was Micfi's target he warned Marcel Lestrange with the help of his relatively new EGO psyche Sigmund. Since Sigmund chose Moira to be his ally during the certain circus incident, he forwarded the warning right away, giving Marcel time to consider the situation, make a decision and act right away, because Marcel did not liked to wait if someone was after him, unless he wanted to play with hunters and turn them into prey. This time lot of things were happening in Fortress and that unscheduled assassination attempt did not fit Marcel's plans so he had to handle it right away. All he had to do was to hide himself into dark and wait. And then just disarm Micfi.
"So you are the one who wanted to avenge me for Micor Newlo's hand, petite. You have guts, I admit that. Your uncle would be already trying to see the colour of those guts if someone attempted to take his life. I am not assuming but drawing conclusions, based on our previous meetings."
"Yes, he would and that would be the right thing to do!" shouted Micfi bravely. "Sparing them would be a sign of weakness!"
"I have to disagree with you on that matter, petite," said Marcel Lestrange and lit one of his cigarettes, making Micfi to shiver and shrink herself a bit when she saw it. Wolfram von Eschen reacted immediately by reaching out his hand and confiscating Marcel's cigarette, explaining:
"You are scaring her with that. I can't tell you the whole story but it arouses some painful memories in her case, so..."
"Where was I?" continued Marcel in undisturbed manner. "Oui! The sign of weakness. Sparing assassin's life might actually show strength because it also shows that the target can afford overlooking that matter and concentrate his attention to...not to the executioner but to so called third party who ordered the hit. In this case that third party is one Micor Newlo. I think that I should begin a little game with him, called "Name the Body Part" where he can guess which of his body parts will be removed next."
"I know couple of body parts which should be removed in the first order," growled Wolfram von Eschen quietly while he held back Misor by his collar, preventing him from attacking Marcel and while Wolfram was doing that, he explained Marcel secretly: "Micor mistreated her! Constantly!"
"I see," replied Marcel Lestrange who held Micfi in his firm but not painful grip. "I do not like people who harm children. Thus I think that I will open the hunting season on Micor Newlo. And our next meeting is going to cost him another body part. That is not a threat but the statement about the order of things."
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 15, 2018 0:57:16 GMT
"Bon Jour, mon petit," said male voice from the shadows of the corridor Wolfram von Eschen was pushed forwards. Strong male arm reached out from shadows fast as an attacking snake and Micfi Newlo felt that Quickblaster being pulled from her grip by much stronger force than her's. Then the force explained: "I will take it from here. Guns are dangerous and can sometimes go off even unwanted. In other circumstances I would not be mind seeing this old annoying and extremely arrogant Boche full of holes but it happens to be that I owed him one for warning me in advance that someone seeks revenge. You warned my through an EGO link and I saved your skinny butt so now we are even."
"EGOs?!?!? You have EGO's?!?!?," Complained Micfi stamping her little foot. "NOT FAIR!!!!"
Marcel Lestrange continued, "So you are the one who wanted to avenge me for Micor Newlo's hand, petite. You have guts, I admit that. Your uncle would be already trying to see the colour of those guts if someone attempted to take his life. I am not assuming but drawing conclusions, based on our previous meetings."
"Yes, he would and that would be the right thing to do!" shouted Micfi bravely looking right to left with wide golden eyes for some avenue of escape and finding none. "Sparing them would be a sign of weakness!"
"I have to disagree with you on that matter, petite," said Marcel Lestrange and lit one of his cigarettes, making Micfi to shiver and shrink herself a bit when she saw it.
Micfi felt dizzy but forced herself to remain conscious but the discussion between the old human and her human target became background noise as she focused all her concentration to not pass out until Marcel replied, "I do not like people who harm children. Thus I think that I will open the hunting season on Micor Newlo. And our next meeting is going to cost him another body part. That is not a threat but the statement about the order of things."
"NONONONONONONONONONO!" Cried out Micfi in true fear. "You can't do that - because if you do, for every one of his body parts you take it will cost me two of my body parts! I LIKE my body parts where they are!!!!"
Just then the door to the brig blew open and Captain Sandy Bell Uljanov and two armed guards busted into the hallway as Sandy exclaimed through clenched teeth, "Okay little girl you are in so much trouble now!"
Micfi screamed covering her derriere with both small chalk white hands, "NOT ANOTHER SPANKING PLEASE!"
Sandy rolled her blue eyes as she walked purposefully towards Marcel first taking her Quickblaster from his hand and holstering it and then taking Micfi off his hands by grabbing Micfi's arm while saying, "No spanking but no more food until you behave."
Micfi started to make a sarcastic retort but thought better of it and kept her mouth shut as Marcel suggested to Sandy, "Keep a better hold Blondie!"
"Oh, I will. I won't let her out of my sight," Replied Sandy with a grin.
"Not her. I meant on your blaster," Said Marcel impassively.
Sandy shot him a dirty look before she took Micfi as the guards escorted Micfi's companion back to their jail cell in the brig with Wolfram following in good time whereupon Sandy sympathetically watched Micfi, her eyes tightly closed shut curled up in a fetal position sucking her thumb with her pale head on Misor's lap as he gently re-braided her long white hair, before Sandy asked Wolfram, "Any suggestions how I can keep you safe while you give her the private therapy she obviously needs?"
"I would like to have both of them have a more thorough physical examination in the infirmary too," Interjected Medic Joy Jameson.
Meanwhile not too far from the brig Lena Marr sashayed to where Atticus Batman and Lady Christianna stood embracing and asked Atticus nonchalantly, "Wassup? You wanted to speak with moi?"
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on May 15, 2018 6:10:00 GMT
"I have an idea how to protect and Micfi from any possible harm, Sandy-Liebchen, also called Blondie," grinned Wolfram von Eschen. "Looks like you have learned a lot from Lena, Marcel." "It is a sign of bonding," replied Marcel Lestrange. "By the way. I will have my cigarette back now. The only reason for not breaking your sticky fingers for snatching it, is this particular child who was scared indeed. That is why you can keep your fingers....for now." "Since you are in forgiving mood," said Wolfram. "I will try to take advantage of it more and ask hold yourself back from going after Micor Newlo right away. You see - the best way to prevent Micfi doing something to me that she might regret afterwards will be the situation where I am the only obstacle between you and Micor Newlo. If you agree with that little condition of mine, then I should be relatively safe during our therapy sessions and probably able to help her. You see, Micfi - if uncle Marcel agrees with that term we both are safe because by keeping me intact you keep yourself intact. Gods helps those who help themselves." "If you put it that way..." uttered Marcel. "Then I might even agree with you. Not because I care about your safety, although I could use services of a psychiatrist sometimes, but because you are the only one who could do something for this child at moment. The other candidate is rather...occupied." And Marcel grinned devilishly, imagining how Volodja had to handle his highly hazardous Aunt Agatha with extreme care...  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 15, 2018 12:37:07 GMT
Holding me as tightly as he held her, tears welled in Lady's pink eyes as she admitted angrily, "Lost it. Never would - never did - with the twins. Just made me so mad. So hit her! Shouldn't have. Hit child for no good reason but because mad and that's WRONG! Just... wrong. Now bad as the rest! Bad as my step brother. Bad as my mother."
I responded with, "You are not bad. Everynody gets mad and may do something they regret. It's how you handle it from there that matters. Besides she did deserve the spanking, even if you think you spanked a little too much, which I do not think you did. Her butt was a little rosy but no actual damage was done. You just shocked her more than anything. However judging by how scared she was, I think somebody has already hurt that little girl a lot more than a mere spanking would have. So perhaps I should check in with Medic Jameson and see how it is going."
At that moment, not too far from the brig Lena Marr sashayed to where Atticus Batman and Lady Christianna stood embracing and asked Atticus nonchalantly, "Wassup? You wanted to speak with moi?"
I responded with, "It's more that I promised Hope that I would and she is a good kid so I would like to keep that promise. Even if it is a month late due to personal reasons. Look I don't know what Hope sees in Kafool, but obviously she does see something in my (clenches teeth as I mutter)) brother, that I do not. It also seems he truly does have some sort of feelings for her...considering what I have done to him, with him just taking it and not retaliating in any way. Dak according to Dinara the tool even asked to be allowed to create his own room. That way if Hope were ever allowed to see him again she would be able to sit down comfortable, instead of having to stand and talk to him through a prison bubble. I still do not approve of the relationship, but no matter how much I have stood in the way and punished him for the way he treated her, he still insists that he never hurt her and would never do anything that she didn't want. Dak according to DInara the Katool even made a present for Hope, and despite of course putting his own personal flair on his room, he also decorated it in a way that he thought Hope would approve of.
Look I am not saying forgive the dastardly bastard for whatever he did, I am just saying that perhaps it is time for you to actually listen to whatever Hope has to say about her feelings for Kafool and how he truly treated her. As well as how she wants to proceed. Like I said though Hope is a good kid, so I am not sure what the dak she sees in HIM that is so good and worth loving, but be it as it may, I did still promise her that I would talk to you about it and that if you agreed to let her see him again, that I would not interfere but I also promised him extreme pain and torture if he ever hurts her again and yet he still wants to see her; despite the fact that he is a survivalist and up until a month ago his life and survival was all that mattered to him. Then Lena... Dinara daking tells me that Kabule saved Hope several times in that Circus world and even tried sacrificing himself to save her, which I am still not sure I can actually believe. So obviously something about Hope made him see her as more important than his own life at that moment. However if you do agree to let them see each other again, then I must insist on a chaparone or two for at least the first handful of 'dates'.....and I don't exactly know her reasoning for it but Dinara insists that the chaparones should be Kakusi and Lust."
Just then Dinara reported an explosion of some sort from the brig. so I released Lady as I snapped, "Dak! Now what! Lena I suppose the rest of our talk will have to wait a few moments because something is happening in the brig that I better check....and Lena perhaps it is good that you are here. I think Lady needs to talk to a friend about something that hse just went through, instead of her over-protective husband for once."
After giving Lady another quick hug, I gently released her. THen I ran back towards the Brig (not stopping to look back and see if Lena and Lay are following me if if Lena is actually being there for Lady as her supposed BFF). After I got back into the Security Wing and then entered the brig where the Inquisi-brats were, I heard Sandy Marcel and Wolfram discussing psychiatric treatments for Micfi.
"If you put it that way..." uttered Marcel. "Then I might even agree with you. Not because I care about your safety, although I could use services of a psychiatrist sometimes, but because you are the only one who could do something for this child at moment. The other candidate is rather...occupied." And Marcel grinned devilishly.
As I walked up to them, after I had glanced at the Brig's main and now busted door, I said, "Obviously I missed something, considering somebody destroyed one of my daking doors! So I hope there was a good reason for that and I do expect to be filled in on it at some point. However I do agree that Wolfram is the best person to help Micfi if she truly needs his type of help. So let Volodja keep entertaining that pompous and domineering Aunt of his unless he is truly needed. I know if I have to deal with her, then that Aunt of his may be the next daking person to get spanked and while Lady showed some restraint when spanking the child Micfi, I will NOT show such restraint if that Aunt Agatha pushes me into spanking her wrinkled old ass! Now Joy what about the children's physical health?"
Medic Jameson glanced at Sandy, remembering what Sandy had said about my feelings on Micor already without knowing what he apparently did to the girl. Then after thinking for a second and taking a deep breath, she decided that for now she would respect the girl's privacy and not mention it to Atticus until they found out just how bad those injuries really were, or Sandy ordered her to tell Atticus now. So Joy Jameson responded with, I did a basic examination and found dehydration and some minor starvation symptoms as well as some other injuries that I already reported to Commander Sandy. However as I told her, ignoring the little commotion that involved the door, I feel that they need to be taken to the Medical Wing for a more thorough examination."
Then I walked over to the cell containing the Inquisi-brats and as I looked in I saw Micfi, her eyes tightly closed shut curled up in a fetal position sucking her thumb with her pale head on Misor's lap as he gently re-braided her long white hair. As I watched her I said quietly, "She definitely looks like a sweet kid when she is quiet and cuddled like that, instead of yelling those insults that the Inquisition brain-washed her into believing. I just hope Wolfram can help get her past that. I know Lady would love to get to know her niece better if no more unwarranted insults are flung at her."
Then I turned back around and walked back over to Joy and Sandy as I finally responded to with, "Fine Medic Jameson. You Sandy and Wolfram can take them to Medical for more thorough exams, and whatever we do it appears it really will be best if we keep those two together. It definitely looks like Misor's calm manner helps her...when she doesn't let her high-and-mighty attitude override her big mouth. Then move them to wherever Wolfram, Doctor Orion, and Doctor Quinn think will be the best location for those two children...even if it means some VIP or guest quarters. However Sandy, no matter where you move them, you better keep two armed guards on-duty to protect them...and Sandy perhaps you better make sure the guards watching over them are Votans with a high threshold for insults for the time being.
Now Wolfram I am not sure why you enlisted Marcel's aid with the children but I suppose you had yours reasons, just as Sandy or Security must have had a reason for destroying the door. So Sandy, Wolfram; As something happened after I left and I am certain Micfi had something to do with it given how strongly she seems to believe in the Inquisition and the way she is currently cuddled up in the cell, do I need accompany them to Medical to make sure they don't cause anymore trouble for the time being, or is that why Marcel is now here?...By the way, the way she is sleeping reminds me of how Marla slept... back around when I had learned what her daking vile 'father' had done to her! So if somebody hurt this girl in that way, then just tell me who and she will be the last child that he will EVER hurt again...(then my helm's eye lenses glowed extremely angrily as I said with some malicious intent obvious in my tone)... and please tell me it is Micor Newlo, so I can finally give that vile piece of rotted pow-shtako just what he daking deserves just as soon as I find him!"
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 15, 2018 18:01:27 GMT
In fortress Kshaa, Atticus Batman released Lady Christianna as he snapped, "Dak! Now what! Lena I suppose the rest of our talk will have to wait a few moments because something is happening in the brig that I better check....and Lena perhaps it is good that you are here. I think Lady needs to talk to a friend about something that she just went through, instead of her over-protective husband for once."
"Yeah, yeah," Lena Marr replied to Atticus' retreating back then when she was sure he was out of his incredible hearing range, turned to Lady with a wicked grin and said wryly, "Well, I think I delayed Atty-baby just long enough for Pooh Bear to accomplish whatever he wanted to accomplish. Don't look at me that way BFF! I don't know why and I didn't ask questions - you know that what Pooh Bear wants from me he gets from me - but it seemed pretty important to him for he just asked me to divert attention so I diverted. Usually he tells me everything, but he sure was in a big rush! Don't worry, we know which side of our bread is buttered although I'm not positive I know what that human saying means exactly."
Lena then noticed that Lady had been crying and putting her two chalk white hands on Lady's slim shoulders so she could look Lady in her pink eyes asked, "Hey BFF, what's the matter? Atty-baby didn't do anything to hurt you did he? I'm sure he didn't mean to if he did and probably doesn't even know what he did for among men who as a whole don't have a clue about women's feelings he has even less! Men can be such asses - except Pooh Bear of course! Speaking of which, if he hurt your feelings I'll kick his ...ass I mean... and by his ...
I mean Atty-baby's not Marcel's! And I can do it too - you know I can! It won't be easy, but for you I would! Your friendship means just that much to - "
Lady raised a thin alabaster forefinger to Lena's lush lips and said, "Shhh! Know that. My turn."
In short concise sentences, most without nouns, Lady explained her violent interaction with her niece, the Child-Inquisitor Micfi Newlo. Lady expressed heartbreaking remorse at hitting the child but being called "race-traitor" by Micfi enraged Lady for when her father General Bocar had expressed wanting race equality in the Votan Collective after the Pale Wars, he and then baby Lady were branded race traitors by the Inquisition. That accusation did not merely exile Bocar and Lady but also resulted in the Inquisitors hounding them across the Americas until they finally took refuge in the Bay Area. The Inquisition caused Lady to have a childhood continually moving from place to place with no chance to make any lasting friendships. It wasn't until she was a teenager when Bocar became Quartermaster to an Ark Hunter clan in Paradise that she found any semblance of a community to belong to and her first close friendship being with a renowned Ark Hunter named Belle Starr.
Lena impulsively hugged Lady exclaiming, "You poor baby! Sounds like this Micfi is just a poor baby too! I guess you can pick your friends but not your relatives! You want me to talk to her. Or I can just make her disappear if that's easier for you."
Lady just shook her head slowly saying, "No. Child. Relative. My problem. My solution. Thanks anyway."
"Well, you know I'm here if you need me," Replied Lena her wicked grin returning. "Sooooooo - how about we go see those god-children of mine?"
Lady smiled enigmatically then shook her head in the affirmative before the two Castithan friends left hand-in-hand heading to the mess hall.
*****
As Atticus walked up to the group of Protectors outside the Brig, after he had glanced at the Brig's main and now busted door, he said, "Obviously I missed something, considering somebody destroyed one of my daking doors! So I hope there was a good reason for that and I do expect to be filled in on it at some point. However I do agree that Wolfram is the best person to help Micfi if she truly needs his type of help. So let Volodja keep entertaining that pompous and domineering Aunt of his unless he is truly needed. I know if I have to deal with her, then that Aunt of his may be the next daking person to get spanked and while Lady showed some restraint when spanking the child Micfi, I will NOT show such restraint if that Aunt Agatha pushes me into spanking her wrinkled old ass! Now Joy what about the children's physical health?"
As Atticus discussed their captives' health with Medic Joy Jameson, Captain Sandy Bell Uljanov thought to her EGO psyche Sarge, "Volodja? Domineering Aunt? Aunt Agatha? Here at Fortress Kshaa? Why hasn't Volodja called me to meet her? Is he ashamed of me? Why have I never heard him mention her before? Is he ashamed of her?" to which Sarge merely answered with a virtual shrug.
Atticus continued, "...So if somebody hurt this girl in that way, then just tell me who and she will be the last child that he will EVER hurt again...(then his helm's eye lenses glowed extremely angrily as he said with some malicious intent obvious in his tone)... and please tell me it is Micor Newlo, so I can finally give that vile piece of rotted pow-shtako just what he daking deserves just as soon as I find him!"
Sandy decided that even though she understood Joy wanting to preserve patient-medical practitioner confidentiality, she felt that the Protectors' Supreme Commander needed all the information they had in order to command effectively - particularly if these Child-Inquisitors were the first wave of a full-scale attack by the Inquisition. So using private EGO communication channels, she told Atticus everything they knew about eleven year-old Micfi and her brutal relationship with her Uncle Micor Newlo as well as Micfi's failed escape attempt and secret mission to kill Marcel Lestrange for cutting off Micor's hand some time ago. To her credit, Sandy did not gloss over the fact that Micfi succeeded in her escape from her by stealing Sandy's Quickblaster and taking Wolfram von Eschen hostage after Sandy ordered the guards to leave the brig and took full responsibility for the failure.
"Sir, any punishment you think is applicable I deserve for that error in judgement," Asserted Sandy standing at attention then asked, "But I do ask that you first let me deal with this surprising family visit for this is the first I have heard of any Aunt Agatha."
With a nod of affirmation from Atticus and after assigning two Castithan security guards to the two Child-Inquisitors, Sandy then hurried to the cafeteria but arriving not near in time.
*****
In the mess hall, Aunt Agatha asked, "Why you had to frighten that young man, Volodja, I wonder?" Looks like that she already forgot the poking incident with the same security guard already and accused Volodja for the sudden escape.
Jalina Uljanov smiled rising from the table she was sharing with the Constantine twins and the Synth Sisters with little green mop-headed Caprice Batman in her arms to say , "Father, please introduce me to this very interesting looking lady!"
"Aw-oh," Gurgled Baby Caprice before giggling for a full minute.
*****
After Micfi Newlo and her fellow Child Inquisitor Misor Chiph were escorted to the infirmary by the two Castithan guards Sandy detailed and her entourage, Medic Jameson put her into a "secure" private examination room. Asking the others to wait outside so Joy could brief them all after getting the attending doctor, Joy left the children alone in the room. Joy thought it secure as there was only one door in and out and there was nothing left in the room to use as a weapon. Immediately though the crafty Micfi spotted a small air vent in the ceiling right above the examination table she was sitting on. Having recovered from her recent anxiety attack meeting the target of her assassination attempt, Marcel Lestrange, Micfi had only one motivating thought upon seeing the vent: Escape!
Standing up on the examination table, the rather short Micfi was able to reach up and remove the grate to the air vent above her head but couldn't successfully jump up to crawl into it so Micfi ordered Misor in a whisper, "Psssht! Misor! Get up here and help me up!"
"No," Replied Misor refusing to look at her as he leaned against a wall nearby. "Don't you think we've caused these nice people enough trouble?"
"You have to Misor! They are the enemy. Remember your duty to the Inquisition and the whole Castithan race," Argued Micfi in a quiet voice. "The future of every Castithan depends on our actions!"
Misor crossed his arms before throwing a skeptical glance at her saying, "I don't know Micfi, those two Castithan guards that escorted us here seem satisfied as to their present fate. In fact, most of the Castithans that we met outside the Inquisition seem pretty happy with their lot in life."
"Puhleeze Misor! I'll... I'll do to you tonight what I'd did to you last night! Promise!" Bartered eleven year-old Micfi with her budding feminine wiles.
Twelve year-old Misor looked up with a grin as his male hormones took over, "With that little wiggle at the end?"
"Definitely with that little wiggle at the end," Replied Micfi with a smug smile knowing she had won.
Misor sighed deeply as he began climbing onto the examination table muttering, "Shatko, you had me at please," Then observing in a low tone, "I'll never be able to fit my shoulders through that vent and I'm not sure even you can. This is not a good idea Micfi."
"It is, it is," Replied Micfi in a low but confident tone, "I'll get out, get a weapon, get a hostage to trade for you and a vehicle, probably the feeble old man - as the hostage not the vehicle - , then we can circle back, kidnap the Batman twins, kill that Marcel guy and we go home winners. As a wise Castithan leader once said, We’re going to win so much, you’re going to be so sick and tired of winning."
"I don't think a Castithan said that," Misor remarked doubtfully adding, "And I don't think it's that wise of a saying."
"Whatever. Just give me a heave here please," Retorted Micfi.
With Misor's help, Micfi got her head and shoulders into the air vent but when her hips got into the edge of the opening she stuck fast. Although only eleven, Micfi had reached puberty and her breasts and hips were just beginning the long trek to womanhood. However although slight, her hips had still grown large enough to not fit through the vent as well as Micfi thought they might.
"I'm stuck Misor," Micfi stated the obvious then began to panic saying still in a low tone so as not to sound any alarm, "Pull me out of here!'
"Okay, okay, keep your pants on," Replied Misor as he pulled hard on Micfi's legs.
Suddenly the overburdened examination table fell over with a clatter. As Misor lost his footing he held on to Micfi's pants but the sash holding them up broke so they fell with him but as they caught around her ankles, Misor fell to the floor landing in a sitting position. When those outside the examination room reentered, they found the bottom half of Micfi hanging from the open air vent with her pants around her ankles above a sitting Misor who was trying hard not to look up at Micfi's lace underwear but not succeeding very well.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 16, 2018 4:50:42 GMT
Suddenly Micfi felt something soft, wet and tickling touching her nose in the darkness of the vent. Her eyes opened widely when she realised that this "something" was a whiskered snout. Snout sniffled, whiskers trembled and tickled her white skin and as a reaction she released a loud sneeze which echoed through the ventilation system like a lost ghost. Micfi's golden eyes widened even more when she realized that snout had to belong to a... "EEK! A RAT!" she screamed and her dangling legs begun to move rapidly but with no use whatsoever. Then she realized that instead of useless leg work, she should use her elbows and retreat from the vent, no matter how high the fall can be. Mifci's arms begun to move and push her body backwards until she was able eject from the vent hole like a champagne cork, except the PLOP! sound. Since Misor was still sitting on the floor she was in danger to fell form the high and land on him but since the option of falling seemed less threatening than vermin in ventilation she fell voluntarily and landed... And landed on the grip of Dr. Wolfram von Eschen who, despite of his old age, was the first one to rush into the action and managed to catch Micfi on time. His knees said KNACK! and almost gave in from the impact but he managed to maintain his vertical stance and put his burden down. "Have to admire your stubbornness, young lady," he stated after catching his breath. "You just don't give up. But I have to warn that I can be as stubborn as you are,. By the way. What is the reason of your sudden retreat from that pipe? I think that I heard you saying that there was a..." "A...a..a rat! Huge furry rat in the vent!" announced Micfi and pulled her pants up. "Let me check," Wolfram von Eschen and reached his hand into the vent. After a moment he pulled his hand back with the cute looking fur ball sitting on his open palm. Fur ball begun to run by his sleeve and stopped on Wolfram's shoulder, sticking his vibrating snout into his ear. Wolfram explained: "Allow me to correct you, young lady. This is not a rat but a squirbit. To be precise then this on here is a tame squirbit who managed to get loose from it's cage. His name is Shakespeare..." Then he chuckled and added: "I see the logic in his sudden appearance. If there is a sort of Taming of the Shrew going on, then Shakespeare's presence is a MUST."  _________ In the Mess Volodja smiled widely to his daughter Jalina but the smile vanished when he saw sour face of Aunt Agatha. Then the smile reappeared and Volodja put himself halfway between Jalina and Aunt Agatha to protect his daughter. When the preparations for the possible battle were completed, Volodja opened negotiations by saying: "Aunt Agatha. Allow me to introduce my daughter Jalina Uljanov a newest MEMBER of the Uljanov FAMILY." Aunt Agatha managed to produce a weak grimace which at least resembled a smile after which she said: "Interested to meet you. Even intrigued. I believe that your father hasn't told anything about me which is understandable due to his nature of a skybald. He is also a so called rebellion in the family so I do hope that you haven't inherited all traits of your father...sssss..." She looked at Volodja and reminded him with a strict manner: "This is not the only thing you have forgotten. You also forgot to get me that drink you promised. But I will give you a chance to improve your irresponsible manners. Get me a drink, Volodja Uljanov! And make it a double! Double size and double quick because I need a refreshment after everything you have put me through." "Aw oh," giggled Caprice again and Volodja could swore that she was winking her baby eye at him just like a fellow conspirator.  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 16, 2018 11:40:30 GMT
Suddenly Micfi felt something soft, wet and tickling touching her nose in the darkness of the vent. Her eyes opened widely when she realized that this "something" was a whiskered snout. Snout sniffled, whiskers trembled and tickled her white skin and as a reaction she released a loud sneeze which echoed through the ventilation system like a lost ghost. Micfi's golden eyes widened even more when she realized that snout had to belong to a...
"EEK! A RAT!" she screamed and her dangling legs begun to move rapidly but with no use whatsoever. Then she realized that instead of useless leg work, she should use her elbows and retreat from the vent, no matter how high the fall can be. Micfi's arms begun to move and push her body backwards until she was able eject from the vent hole like a champagne cork, except the PLOP! sound. Since Misor was still sitting on the floor she was in danger to fell form the high and land on him but since the option of falling seemed less threatening than vermin in ventilation she fell voluntarily and landed...
And landed on the grip of Dr. Wolfram von Eschen who, despite of his old age, was the first one to rush into the action and managed to catch Micfi on time. His knees said KNACK! and almost gave in from the impact but he managed to maintain his vertical stance and put his burden down.
I wasn't the first to enter as I was currently talking to some of the Medical staff when Micfi made whatever noise that got Wolfram's attention. However when I happened to glance towards the examination door and saw Wolfram quickly rush in with the two armed guards right behind him, I quickly moved to the door and gestured for the guards to stay at their post just outside the door. Then I entered and saw Wolfram holding a now pantsless girl. SO I shut the door behind me and just leaned against the wall and watched the commotion that Wolfram was trying to deal with.
"Have to admire your stubbornness, young lady," he stated after catching his breath. "You just don't give up. But I have to warn that I can be as stubborn as you are,. By the way. What is the reason of your sudden retreat from that pipe? I think that I heard you saying that there was a..."
"A...a..a rat! Huge furry rat in the vent!" announced Micfi and pulled her pants up.
"Let me check," Wolfram von Eschen and reached his hand into the vent. After a moment he pulled his hand back with the cute looking fur ball sitting on his open palm. Fur ball begun to run by his sleeve and stopped on Wolfram's shoulder, sticking his vibrating snout into his ear. Wolfram explained:
"Allow me to correct you, young lady. This is not a rat but a squibbit. To be precise then this on here is a tame squibbit who managed to get loose from it's cage. His name is Shakespeare..." Then he chuckled and added: "I see the logic in his sudden appearance. If there is a sort of Taming of the Shrew going on, then Shakespeare's presence is a MUST."
As Micfi was scrambling to pull her pants back on while Wolfram was introducing Shakespeare, I responded with, "It is good to see Shakespeare is still doing well. However we are going to have to find a new caretaker for him with Belle...enshrined in the med-tube. Wolfram he seems to like you perhaps you can take over his care."
Then I walked over and gently pulled Misor back to his feet as I made sure he was alright. Next I turned back to Micfi and said, "The determination I can live with, it's the displaced use of it that seems to be the current problem. Hell, I can even look past you trying to kill Marcel. Who hasn't wanted to do that at some point. However you will not be escaping that way. Most of the vents have been replaced with much smaller openings since I became Supreme Commander, for that such reason. Not only that but you are lucky it was somebody's mild-mannered pet you encountered in those vents and not something more dangerous. Not only that but you are lucky it was that pet, as we do have some temperamental and more exotic pets on this base. Such as a golden Skitterling named Tim, a mutant monitor lizard named Caraid, and a daking rat-monkey named Bonzo. I must admit that, with the fact that Caraid is mine and Bonzo is Lady's, we don't have to worry much about rats in our home. That's for sure.
Now be good. Nobody is trying to hurt you here. We willingly fed you, got you clean clothes, and I agreed to let you and Misor stay together even after your previous escape attempt. However you are really starting to test my patience, and I am NOT known for having much to start with. So I leave having a lot of patience to our medical staff."
Misor chuckled at my joke, it appeared that Micfi was still too scared of me to respond to me directly, and Wolfram raised an eyebrow at my attempt at a joke. So I shrugged and responded with, "What?...Dak now I know how Lena feels. Perhaps her and I should just start a daking, 'Nobody ever gets our jokes' club! However I don't think it was that daking bad!"
In the mess hall, Aunt Agatha asked, "Why you had to frighten that young man, Volodja, I wonder?" Looks like that she already forgot the poking incident with the same security guard already and accused Volodja for the sudden escape. Jalina Uljanov smiled rising from the table she was sharing with the Constantine twins and the Synth Sisters with little green mop-headed Caprice Batman in her arms to say , "Father, please introduce me to this very interesting looking lady!" "Aw-oh," Gurgled Baby Caprice before giggling for a full minute. While Jalina had gotten up with Caprice and started to talk to Volodja and the older woman, Atika was holding and talking to Cosmin. While at the same time, Attila and Yvette were quietly talking to each other about something. Knowing her brother and Yvette; Atika figured that it was a very naughty conversation, but she wasn't worried about it because she knew her brother would never and could never successfully lie to her and wouldn't even consider cheating on her. Not to mention that if it was naughty, she knew he would take great joy in filling her in on the conversation later and she would enjoy hearing, just as the same would be true if the situation were reversed. So of course that meant Atika was very certain that Sandy wouldn't want her 'innocent' daughter hearing and Atticus and Lady wouldn't want the babies hearing. So it was good that Yvette and Attila were keeping it quietly between the two of them, and Atika and Jalina had moved to the other side of the table to have more room to play with the twin babies after Lady had asked Jalina to watch them. So as she was confident that Attila and Yvette would fill her in later, Atika continued enjoying playing with Cosmin while Jalina and Caprice were now visiting with Volodja and this Aunt Agatha that Atika and Attila had seen poking a security officer with her parasol in the Courtyard earlier. |
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 16, 2018 16:05:59 GMT
"Allow me to correct you, young lady. This is not a rat but a squibbit. To be precise then this on here is a tame squibbit who managed to get loose from it's cage. His name is Shakespeare..." Then Wolfram von Eshen chuckled and added: "I see the logic in his sudden appearance. If there is a sort of Taming of the Shrew going on, then Shakespeare's presence is a MUST."
As the Child-Inquisitor Micfi Newlo was scrambling to pull her pants back on while Wolfram was introducing Shakespeare, Atticus Batman responded with, "It is good to see Shakespeare is still doing well. However we are going to have to find a new caretaker for him with Belle...enshrined in the med-tube. Wolfram he seems to like you perhaps you can take over his care."
Micfi looked at the ball of fur on Wolfram's shoulder with wide-eyed wonder and an innocent smile of delight crossed her thin chalk white face as she asked Wolfram tentatively reaching out her hand, "May I pet him?"
With a warm grin, Wolfram nodded his head in assent but as Micfi reached out the squibbit leaped from Wolfram's shoulder to her arm running up it until it got to her shoulder and began nuzzling her ear. Remarkably, Micfi wasn't scared at all but instead greeted Shakespere's nuzzle with a bout of childish laughter that made all those present smile. It was the first time any of them, with the possible exception of her friend Misor Chiph, had seen Micfi react like a child of eleven normally would. Unfortunately, it also meant that Micfi missed most of Atticus Batman's warning to her as she was busy interacting with Shakespere as Atticus spoke although she did tune into the last thing he said.
Atticus lectured her, "...Now be good. Nobody is trying to hurt you here. We willingly fed you, got you clean clothes, and I agreed to let you and Misor stay together even after your previous escape attempt. However you are really starting to test my patience, and I am NOT known for having much to start with. So I leave having a lot of patience to our medical staff."
"Yes sir," answered Micfi in an absentminded manner as she played with Shakespere who was enjoying jumping from one of her alabaster hands to the other.
Totally enthralled by Shakespere, Atticus' joke went over Micfi's head but not Misor Chiph who chuckled in response. Wolfram raised an eyebrow at his attempt at a joke. So he shrugged and responded with, "What?...Dak now I know how Lena feels. Perhaps her and I should just start a daking, 'Nobody ever gets our jokes' club! However I don't think it was that daking bad!"
"I didn't either sir! I thought it very punny," Interjected Misor with a laugh, "And please sir, call me Chiph! Only Micfi calls me Misor because - well, I don't know why she does she just always has, but you can call me Chiph. By the way sir, if there is any labor I can do to help pay for our room and board, I'm willing and able to do so."
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Meanwhile in the mess hall of Fortress Kshaa, Aunt Agatha managed to produce a weak grimace which at least resembled a smile after which she said to Jalina Voljanov: "Interested to meet you. Even intrigued. I believe that your father hasn't told anything about me which is understandable due to his nature of a skybald. He is also a so called rebellion in the family so I do hope that you haven't inherited all traits of your father...sssss..."
In front of Aunt Agatha now still holding baby Caprice Batman, a look of puzzlement crossed Jalina's chalk white face as her long brown locks tilted with her head as she considered the descriptive words that the older human woman had used then informed with a smile after consulting her photographic memory, "I too am intrigued to meet you as well. Merriam-Webster dictionary defines skybald also called skybal as 'British: one that is worthless : good-for-nothing.' I don't agree that is a factually valid statement as Father is actually useful in many, many ways. Also factually false is your assumption that I inherited any traits from Father as my biological father is Poe Dameron, a pilot here at Fortress Kshaa, although the mother that birthed me is indeed Sandra Bell Uljanov whom I call Mother and who is Father's wife."
Aunt Agatha looked at Volodja and reminded him with a strict manner: "This is not the only thing you have forgotten. You also forgot to get me that drink you promised. But I will give you a chance to improve your irresponsible manners. Get me a drink, Volodja Uljanov! And make it a double! Double size and double quick because I need a refreshment after everything you have put me through."
"Aw oh," giggled Caprice again and Volodja could swore that she was winking her baby eye at him just like a fellow conspirator.
In a move as fast as lightening, Caprice's tiny hand reached out grabbing Aunt Agatha's hair and with a mighty yank, pulled what now appeared to be a realistic wig off the old lady's head. Never having seen a wig before even a realistic looking one, Jalina screamed and instinctively began stomping on it like it was some escaped wild animal which it vaguely resembled. The Synth Sister Whitney leaped up running up to Jalina to take baby Caprice off her hands as Jalina blushed while hesitantly picking up the disheveled hairpiece and handing it back to Aunt Agatha.
"I'm so sorry..." Began Jalina with a look of shock in her Magenta eyes.
"Hi, I'm Whitney," The pretty pale Synth Sister dressed all in white introduced herself with a demure smile at this totally inappropriate time.
At the table recently vacated by Whitney, her Synth Sister Yvette put her tan hand under the table gently massaging Attila Constantine's balls and with a toss of her long blonde mane and after sensually licking her lush lips suggested in a husky whisper, "Let's retire to my room. I have a new mirror I attached above the bed and some interesting toys that came in the mail yesterday. Atika won't mind as we're all friends with privileges and besides, she can join us sooner or later."
Outside the mess hall main door, Sandy made a command decision not to enter, realizing she was still dressed in sweaty fatigues and armed like a soldier, which in fact she was. Sandy turned on her heel and engaging her EGO to blur to her quarters for a quick shower, fresh makeup and a change to civilian clothes never realizing the chaos she had just missed entering into.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 17, 2018 5:05:26 GMT
Aunt Agatha was looking for the most suitable lightning rod for her outburst. She couldn't blame baby or a teenager for the loss of he wig because that would have been below her level of dignity. And also fruitless because she was sure that reading a lecture about appropriate behaviour to a baby would have been as useful as filling a basin with the help of a sieve. She even couldn't blame Volodja because it would have been ridiculous to accuse him for baby's action or Jalina's reaction to it when she saw wig on the floor. That is why she took the wig into her hand and after a short examination she put it by her side and used a napkin cloth as an improvised headscarf and decided to strike back later when the situation becomes clearer for her. At moment it was as confusing and complicated as a soap opera. "One thing at the time, please!" she said decisively. "First - the apology is accepted. Second - Good day to you, Whitney. Third - Volodja is going to get me a drink and it will be a triple." When Volodja finally went to fulfil Aunt Agatha's order (after being sure that she has no intention to strike anyone) the latter pointed Jalina and Whitney their seats and after they sat down and Whitney adjusted her battle dress, she became social, and returning to the first subject in her list, she said: "Temporarily putting aside that question about Volodja's usefulness, which he still has to prove, I will head on to the second statement of yours, Jalina. I heard about your adoption from your...Volodja. He decided to give me a short description where he mentioned something about your biological father who...do not bother to correct me if I am wrong because there are certain things that young people won't do due to their impoliteness and public correcting their elder and those who are on the higher social level happens to be one of those things...is not exactly a father figure. But what makes you think that Volodja qualifies? At moment I am convinced that he is still the same Volodja Uljanov his family used to know him - he is careless about his social rank and reputation and prefers to act on his own way regardless of how it might affect the social status of his family."  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 17, 2018 11:20:55 GMT
Totally enthralled by Shakespere, my joke went over Micfi's head but not Misor Chiph who chuckled in response. Wolfram raised an eyebrow at y attempt at a joke. So I shrugged and responded with, "What?...Dak now I know how Lena feels. Perhaps her and I should just start a daking, 'Nobody ever gets our jokes' club! However I don't think it was that daking bad!"
"I didn't either sir! I thought it very punny," Interjected Misor with a laugh, "And please sir, call me Chiph! Only Micfi calls me Misor because - well, I don't know why she does she just always has, but you can call me Chiph. By the way sir, if there is any labor I can do to help pay for our room and board, I'm willing and able to do so."
I replied with, "Good to see that Lena and I are not the only ones that can grasp such subtle humor. Anyway I do tend to call people by their last name or a nickname of my own choosing, as in the past, I rarely stuck around in one place long enough for it to matter. Not to mention most people I encountered were just background cast during my 'missions'. However things are different these days, and that is a good thing as I have realized my old life was lonely without any real friends or family around. So I now if people make it clear that they want to be called by a specific name, I do try. So Chiph it is most of the time. As for a way for you to pay for your room and board, I am sure that can be arranged. However given Micfi's affinity for the escape attempt and urge to try to carry out missions that could get her killed, I am still not sure about letting you out of the brig unless there are armed guards to make sure none of that happens again.
That said, you mentioned being a trained cook. So I am sure Ralph our Head chef could put your talents to good use, provided you can handle working for a human. After all he made do quite well with his human recipes, but some of his Votan recipes are lacking. I am not sure about most of his Votan recipes as I don't eat much. However I do know that most of his Irathient dishes are lacking in enough spice, and I know I am not the only one that finds them bland spice-wise.
Wolfram it looks like Shakespeare likes Micfi well enough. However I think you better make sure he gets back into his cage later and have Chris work on making it harder for Shakespeare to escape from it."
Micfi shyly and quietly asked, "Can I play with him longer?"
Glancing at Wolfram and seeing the wheels turning in the old man's head, I responded with, "I suppose there is no harm in that, as long as you allow Wolfram to take Shakespeare back to his cage when he says it is time to."
Then I turned back to Wolfram and said, "However before you suggest it, I do not think she should be made Shakespeare's new caretaker until we are sure she is actually going to start behaving, not to mention it would not be beneficial to Shakespeare to place him in the care of somebody planning to escape and run off the first chance that she gets ....
Besides as Lady has full say of what happens to Belle's belongings and Shakespeare, you will have to talk to her about it before you even consider allowing Micfi and Chiph to take over care of Shakespeare while they are here. However I do not see that happening as long as Micfi keeps insulting Lady and trying to escape to steal our children. So good luck with talking to Lady, if I am right and that is indeed what you were planning."
Just then Joy Jameson walked back in with Doctor Orion. So I said, "Chiph, Micfi, this Liberata gentleman is Doctor Orion and our Head of Medical. As well as the best Doctor I have ever met and one of the few I trust personally. So let him examine you. ___ However Micfi if you prefer Medic Jameson can stay and assist him. Or if you would rather a female doctor examine you with Joy's assistance,.... then I did see Doctor Quinn when we first came in. So if she is also on duty, then we can have her give you your exam with Joy's assistance. Of course like Joy Jameson, Doctor Quinn is also human. So I do understand if you would prefer to stick with Doctor Orion, since you aren't used to being around humans in a friendly way, and we already have Doctor Von Eschen in here. However given how he is able to put down such strong booze, he may as well be Irathient or Sensoth.
However just to clarify for everyone, not only will the armed guards stay right outside the door, but given all the events of the morning I will remain in here for both examinations, to ensure the safety of all those in this exam room."
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