Drake sat on the bed, brown hair hiding his angular face. The room was bright, cheery almost, and clinical in its cleanliness. Curved white walls tapered to a rounded point, from which a clean glow seemed to emnate. The bed was backed up against a wall, which was flat for about 5 feet, then arched up to meet the other two. The fourth and final wall was completely flat and had an almost translucent colour to it. The furniture was rounded, in traditional tau style. A desk crouched next to the bed, a low stool sitting before it.
On the other side of the bed, a partition and door closed off somewhere. Drake assumed it was a latrine of some sort. There were no sharp implements save for a pen of some sort, and a tau data-pad. The floor seemed soft, almost rubbery under his bare feet.
'These things itch something awful,' thought Drake as he pulled at the loose cream tunic and pants that had been waiting for him when he woke up. A bowl sat on the desk, a reddish sauce and a few pieces of rice all that was left of the meal he had just eaten. In the corner, his blood-stained fatigues were crumpled into a ball.
He put his head back down, not daring to think about the events of the last day.
Kovas, I know relations are tense between the Empire and the Enclaves right now, but I need your help. You are the only Por I know with experience with Gue’vesa psychology. I have a problem with a Gue’vesa suffering from some sort of mental breakdown caused, from what I can gather, by severe mental trauma at an early age and throughout his life. See attached files for more information on the patient and on what I could gather about his life.
-----Copying to Datapad-----
I looked through the one-way glass at Drake.
He was pacing again. He had fallen into a kind of pattern, in the isolation room. He would sleep for a half hour, tossing and turning and muttering, and then wake up, blue eyes scared and unfocused. He would get up, pace for an hour, a haunted expression on his fine-boned face, and then try to sleep again. "T'ahh... Gue'vesa'ui?"
A nervous question pulled her attention away from Drake and fixed it upon the Por standing behind her.
'What is it now?'
"you have been standing here for almost a tau'cyr. Isn't it time you had a rest?"
'if this was anyone else, yes, but this is Drake.'
A heavyset Shas walked into the room, just in time to hear the exchange.
He strode over, a deep frown on his face.
I heaved a sigh. It was Shas'nel Dvoss.
"I hereby order you to retire to your quarters until further notice."
"No? I am your direct superior! Retire to your quarters!"
His nasal slit flared as his expression turned thunderous.
I didn't bother answering. I stared straight past him, hands resting on my belt, in a relaxed stance.
He whispered some rapid tau'sia into a headset. I still ignored him.
Two other Shas, marked with the specific pattern all security teams wore, jogged up beside him.
He addressed me again.
"Final chance to go peaceably."
'Really?' using force now?
Aw, frakk this."
in a quicksilver movement, I drew my pulse pistol from its holster. My arm was pointing forwards, the twin barrels of my weapon trained on the Shas'nel. The two security tau instantly tensed, hands going to their belts and their own pulse pistols.
"I would advise against threatening me, Shas'nel. I will stay, regardless of the consequences."
One of the security Shas chattered into his headset.
I kept still, finger on the activation stud.
I waited. A rai'kor later, a team of heavier armed security stormed into the room. These took up position in the entrance arch, sinistral shoulder pads pointed into the room and stun rifles pointing towards me.
I ignored them.
Dvoss' cheeks turned a deep violet colour. He was shouting now.
"Stand down Gue'vesa'ui!"
I brought my other hand around from behind my back. It clutched my power mace, skull glowering at the stark white of the observation room. I pressed the activation. The mace crackled to life, a corona of blue lightning playing across the bleached cream of the skull.
"No. He is broken." My voice was edged with steel.
"I will not leave him. He would expect me to be here, just as I would expect him to be here for me."
I took a breath, suddenly realising everything was quiet.
"I will not betray his trust more than I have already."
My arm ached from holding the pulse pistol steady.
It was a moment before I noticed him moving back slowly, taking small steps so as to avoid my notice. I fired a shot, aiming it near his head, but not too near. He froze.
"I will stay here, no matter what. Go."
The security Shas looked at Dvoss for direction.
"Stand down, Shas."
The security team dispersed.
He glowered at me but didn't say anything.
He turned his back, walked out.
I turned back to the room, where Drake was still pacing.
A low couch sat in front of the one-way glass, clean lines beckoning to my tired body. I sat and immediately my eyes felt heavier.
Under the stark illumination, I drifted off to sleep.
Dust billowed around me, almost obscuring the figures of Ma and Da as they moved through the mist to the shuttle. My sister, Katiana, pulled me along, consoling me as inhuman shrieks rang out, and the screams of the dying filled the air. I tripped, and she pulled me up and carried me, her arms around me as we made the final mad dash to the launch bay.
Ma and Da stopped ahead, pistols at their sides.
They beckoned for us to go past them, and stopped at the arched entrance, facing back the way we came. Those animalistic cries rang out again, and out of the mist came insectile forms, blood-soaked skin shining in the weak sunlight. They tore Ma and Da apart, blood spraying from the mutilated corpses.
My sister told me to cover my eyes as she raced the last few steps to the last shuttle. She shoved me on board, and I crawled a few feet inside, the press of nobles making way for the scion of House Corosyn. She made to get on the lifting transport, even got an elbow over the edge, but those creatures caught up to her, pulled her down. The last thing I saw before the doors closed was her being dismembered.
I woke up, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, heart racing.
Those accusing faces confronted me. I pushed them away.
'Oh, throne. Katiana. Ma. Da.' Those faces came back. They never really went away.