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A'trus had resumed studying the map and had been focused intently when the door to his office flew open yet again.  The male miqo'te lifted his head slowly as he straightened and gave a sharp salute to the other male as his eyes assessed Chalahko's rank and composure. A'trus noted they both had mis-matched eyes and felt a flicker touch his lips as he relaxed his saluting arms and took the letter. 

A'trus took the document and slowly read it over, his face blank as he thought carefully about this situation. It had been some time since he had been given a transfer to his unit that was an officer. It was somewhat of a surprise and left an uncertain taste in his mouth as he carefully placed the letter onto the table and sniffed the air deeply, locking the scent of the Second lieutenant into his nostrils and memory bank. A'trus felt his tail twitch and placed both of his hands behind his back.

"So you are to be my.consultant in these matters it seems." A'trus's voice was civil as he opened a drawer and pulled out a decanter and two glasses.  "I will admit, I am wondering why you are being assigned to my unit. The Black Chains' have never failed to obtain a target in the five years I have been commanding officer of this unit. I was unaware my performance dictated an advisor."

A'trus paused and began filling the glasses with water.

"Or is this part of the very sensative nature of this situation we find ourselves in?" A'trus picked up both the glasses and offered one to Chalahko.

"Water?"

Kresha nodded her head as he spoke but was pursing her lips. As Kahn'a finished speaking, she sighed and snapped her fingers. The men with buckets stood to the side as the soldier with the towel walked forward and then, in a rapid motion wrapped Kahn's head in a thick towel and tilted the head back, forcing the miqo'tr's face upward. The thickness of the towel would already have made breathing difficult.

"Mr. Od'hilkas, these answers do not suffice. We must now resort to more drastic means." Kresha took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time.she had done this to someone whom had once been a Flame, but Kresha didn't enjoy it. At some point Kahn'a had sworn to defend Ul'dah. That took a special type of courage, even if he had gone back.on his oath. They were fellow soldiers. 

"Douse him" Kresha ordered.  One of the men with the buckets stepped.forward and began to pour water over Kahn'a's head, soaking.hair and towel. The water would make.oxygen impossible to obtain and it would run down Kahn A's nostril cavities and throat. For close to twenty seconds Kahn'a would feel as if drowning, cut off from air.

Once the bucket was empty, the soldier with the towel removed it and Kresha looked at kahn'a.

"Mr. Od'hilkas, have you remembered anything you had perhaps forgotten?"

Kresha was giving him a way to answer that might still help him out in the end if he was forthcoming with the information they needed.

Titor was heading to the Silver Bazaar to pick up a shipment of some rare alchemic ingredients which he theorized could be combined to make something on the scale of mass cloaking, which could be useful for the situation at hand. Of course, it was extremely theoretical, and even if it had worked might have been a bit too unstable to actually use on a living creature. Nonetheless, at this point, it seemed like something that might be able to help.

He was in disguise, wearing a dark grey cloak with red trimmings around the fringes. The hood was up, leaving only his face visible to close observers. He approached the merchant whom he was supposed to meet, extending out a rather hefty bag of gil over to the merchant after inspecting some of the goods.

The two scouts watched the hooded figure carefully as the sun burned bright overhead. The figures moved at a good distance to avoid detection by their target. The Silver Bazaar was nearing and at the edge of the  bizzare a third figure was seated, pretending to before. The begged managed to get a glimpse of the the face as Titor passed by him. 

Without breaking character the begger went to scratch his face using his thumb. One of the two tails recognized the signal of confirmation and immediately sound on his heel, lifting his hand to his ear and pressing the pearl within.

"Sergeant Rungee, we have confirmation of another Red Wing. Silver Bazaar right now."

Sergeant Rungee jolt upright from his bunk, smashing his head against the bunk above his in the bunk house. He swore and clutched his throbbing forehead as hewhinced in pain as he used his left hand to press the linkpearl and replied:

"You are certain?" 

"Aye Sergeant."

Rungee got to his feet and drapped his flame coat over his shoulders. The sergeant hadn't expected another bit so suddenly. The lieutenant wasn't ready and the Zulu might not be airborne.

"Keep an eye on him. Only move on him if he attempts to leave the bazaar. Otherwise the leuitenant and myself should be there. I just need to alert him."

"Aye sergeant!" Came the reply. Rungee slipped his boots on and began sprinting towards A'trus' office as quick as he could, shouting orders to his unit as he went through his link pearl.

(Hey Titor, will post start of hunt once I get reply from Chalahko so I can post my reply to his post and start your hunt in same post. )

The heartbeats quickened. No one in their right minds could think him an actual traitor, right?

"You can't be serious, I told you I know naug-" The once distilled fear in his voice started shaking him more. But the rest of his plead could not be heard, it was a muffled grunt under a piece of cloth. Kahn'a shook in his chair, he wanted it off, he wanted out. The wave of panic struck much earlier than he had anticipated. Being robbed of his sight was bad, but he could cope with that. No, it was only prior knowledge that inspired him the terrible fear he was prey to.

Waterboarding. If there was one thing to be learnt about Kahn'a Od'hilkas, it was that he was scared to death of large bodies of water. They stretched as far as the horizon went, ready to swallow any and all into their depths.

Kahn'a already felt deprived of air. Very false observation, since he found himself soon screaming when the bucket of water was poured on his head. Hands clawed at the chair, muscles tensed in ungodly speed and force, he shook and screamed on the chair like a demon, a possessed soul hollering in the name of its voidsent.

Twenty seconds were short. But you thought the life was being squeezed out of you, it felt like an eternity. The Keeper gargled on water multiple times, coughed, spat, screamed again. A floating sensation was creeping inside him, by before he could give in, the towel was removed.
And twenty second is all it took.

All it took to break the young man's calm demeanour. His manners, his self-control. All of that, gone in twenty seconds.

He was no extraordinary man. Just a soldier that had been in the right place at the right time. And with a cruel symmetry, he had been caught on the worst timing possible. There, his face revealed, he was crying for his life. You could know that the grim exercise only meant to simulate death, it did not make it any less frightening, mind-shattering. Perhaps something in the Keeper had actually died there.

"P-please," he begged, "I-I am useless to you. I only wanted to change this place for the better. I did nothing. I know naught."

Pitiful supplication followed with gross sobs, motivated by a primal fear. No resistance was possible.

Nako holds up a hand and shakes his head. "I'm not thirsty at this moment, but I thank you for the offer. And it is not your performance that dictated this assignment, more my history with the Red Wings. After all, it is public knowledge that both they and the Yatagahns are on very friendly terms with each other, or rather, were. On top of that, it is felt that my past work, being very close to the duties that they performed could provide an insight."

he chuckles slightly, and made cursory glances around the room. "That is of course the official reason. The unofficial one is the shambles of a grab that was made when you took in Lieutenant Od'hilkas. Yes you got the man you were after, but at a loss of two men, and the destruction of some property. It may only be Pearl Lane, but after the recent troubles with the refugee's, anything which disrupts the peace is a detriment to the restoration of said peace that the Flame General and Sultana are trying to accomplish."

once again Nako fixes A'trus with a steady gaze. "I hope you understand that such a shambles happening again and they will look into the competency of the officer responsible, and look at possible censure." he turns away to gaze at the map. "But of course, I am simply here to advise and potentially offer my expertise to the hunt."

(Sorry for the delay, i was locked outside for 2.5 hours and my phone died. I am a frozen Nako )

(12-26-2014, 11:19 AM)Gray Wrote: [ -> ]What I'm getting at is...We can trust that one, right?

"Hmm?" Cliodhna glanced over at Seigheart when he spoke as they started on the road that would eventually lead to Rogue River. "Youkio's a good kid....bit misguided but regardless of his feelings; he won't betray me. He literally owes me his life." She smiled softly, a smile that failed to meet her eyes. 

"Because of that, he fell a bit hard and has taken some time getting over me....sounds silly I know, but young hearts tend to make stupid decisions." Teeth worrying her bottom lip; Cliodhna's mind drifted to some stupid decisions of her own when she had been younger. Thankfully things had worked out but that was apparently a rare case. "In any case, he'll act as if it didn't bother him but it'll keep him from trying another attempt to get too friendly before we're done here." By this point they had arrived near the river and close to the cliff was a fairly nice sized shack...as far as shacks go anyway. 

Dismounting, Cliodhna cautiously neared the shack; the windows were blacked out and there was a rustling that could be heard inside. Motioning for Sieg to stay; she cautiously and silently swung the door open, her eyes already adjusted to the night didn't take long to adjust to the thicker darkness inside the shack. It was empty save for Youkio's possessions flung around carelessly. 

Just as she was about to call that it was safe, a pink streak flew past Cliodhna and took to higher skies; letting out a exuberant call. "Thanks lady, was frikin dark in there!!!"

Frowning, Cliodhna looked up; eyes following the pink parrot as it darted off the direction they had come from. 

Youkio was following the trail of this Siha person. Granted it had been hard; the rain, her companion nearby, blood and the smell of two others over Tempest had made picking out scents slightly difficult....but one smell was most definitely female....and a keeper from what he could tell. The other had been a weird mixture of Eelzen and Highlander and smelling a bit more intimate than the others. Snarling, Youkio pushed that thought to the back of his mind. Tempest would come to her senses eventually, till then; he just had to be there when she needed him like he was now. 

This thought restored Youkio's hope, flashing another grin he lifted his head and breathed deeply; catching the scent again and followed it towards the Zypher gate.
He didn't get too far outside before something settled on his shoulder. " 'ey boss, ya got company at ta' house." Squawked the bird.

"Girl an a tall guy both in cloaks?" Youkio asked softly.

"Aye, an a bird." 

Youkio nodded. "Don't worry about 'em Skittles; they're friends. Go back 'n keep an eye on 'em for me." He then shooed off the bird and continued following this Siha's scent at an easy pace, tail swaying with his movements.

A'trus shrugged as he took a long.draft from the glass. The cool fluid queltching his thirst. He listened to the miqo'te lecturing him and A'trus only removed the glass from his lips once it was empty and Chalahko had finished talking. 

"So you are baby sitting me." A'trus mused with a chuckle and placed the glass on the table. "Very well. I welcome.your assistance recovering these targets. But I have three rules. One, we only take targets alive. I am not in the business of killing anyone until they are proven guilty. Second, any order I give, you will.obey without question. This is to keep my unit functioning efficiently. Three. Don't ever casually remark on the death of anyone in my unit ever again or question my orders in front of my unit. Do you have a problem.with these terms?" 

A'trus was still as he fixed Chalahko with a steely.glare. he was about to continue when the door flew open again and A'trus had a chance to marvel at how popular his office was that day when Rungee burst in, sweet on the hyur's brow.  Rungee gave a rapid salute to the two officers and then, between ragged breaths said:

"Silver Bazaar, target number two, confirmed sir."

A'trus' flashed. Like a viper sticking he leapt over to his weapon locker and pulled it open and began.to retrieve his rifle and his ammunition sling as Rungee continued to speak.

"The Zulu is perched in the airship tower already sir and she is ready. Half the unit is already moving into position outside the town.

A'trus nodded as he slung his rifle over his shoulder and.began marching for the door. 

"Second Leuitenant Chalahko, if you are coming along, let us move immediately." Without waiting for a reply, A'trus began marching at a rapid pace down the hall and onto the street. He looked up at the tower and made for it. In minutes he would be aboard his airship and few more after he would be heading.towards the Silver Bazaar, the earth flying below as he readied his rifle. If Chalahko had hurried he would be flying along.as well, ready to observe A'trus work.

Cell

Kresha looked at the broken form of Kahn'a. She sighed and nodded slowly. She heard the dispair in the voice. She had broken enough people to know when they had nothing left to give.  But she also knew many could act that way. She scowled.

"Then why protect them? Why not help us bring them.in? Why didn't you report this on your own? You must have known. Answer me or I will have them.drown you again. Why did you not stop them earlier? You claim to know nothing? I don't believe you. You have an idea. Give it, or I will.give the gift of water once again.

(Sorry for  lfast post but had to finish before.flight took.off. ignore spelling errors. lol)

Nako hurried in the hustle that is universal to all soldiers when given the order to move. matching pace with A'trus he reaches under the rain cape of his overcoat and double checked his arm harness, mentally preparing himself for what would come ahead. This was just like being asigned to the Yatagahns as a consultant again, and look at what had happened there.

In no short time they were aboard the airship and on their way to their destination. taking in the layout of the airship, he took a seat, cross legged near an out of the way section of deck and closed his eyes. he cast his thoughts out across the Desert, morphing his Aetheric Signature as he did, he couldn't let anything trace back to him.

'Don't give in, help is coming, stay strong.' was all he sent. the crystal coated in Kahn'a's blood warmed slightly in his pocket, as it acted as a focus for his thoughts, directing them to the captive Flame Lieutenant.

'The only question is if it will come too late.' he thought to himself, not sending that thought to the aether. Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath and started a rythmic breathing exercise. He would be ready for what came ahead. His friends depended on it.

Titor was keeping a look out and trying the best to conceal his identity, however, he was a master at science, not espionage, so his cover was not the best.
Nevertheless he hurridly checked over the goods, confirming that everything that he had paid for, and making sure that everything was in good condition. With a nod, he picked up the bag of goods and held them under his cloak, heading towards the exit of the Bazaar.

As soon as she'd stopped her conversation with Clio, Siha had pulled her pearl from her ear and tucked it away in a pouch at her belt. Her eyes prickled with moisture and her heart raced in her chest, they had caught a Keeper. Was it Kahn'a? Was it Mikh'a? Were they hurt? What was going to happen to them now that they were caught? All of those question flew through her mind as she walked and eventually started to run. They would be jailed...and that was if they were lucky. There was no telling what would happen to them if they were in the hands of people who wanted them to disappear, and she shuddered even thinking about the possibility of their death. They should have never gone back to that awful house. Fangs stung her lip as she bit into it and waded through the brush, ignoring the sting of the branches as they whipped at any exposed skin.

They had to finish this, even more quickly than before. With one of their own in the hands of the...enemy...it was odd thinking of the Flames as the enemy. Of Ul'dah as no longer a safe haven. She swallowed as her worries turned her stomach, they would not die, she wouldn't even think of it. She couldn't think of it. She couldn't let despair overwhelm her, she had to use it instead, use it to make her work faster and harder to save them. No brother of hers would die on her watch. Not Kahn'a. Not Mikh'a. If they did...darkness flashed across violet eyes and she swallowed at the sick feeling that rose. It would not happen.

The Keeper woman didn't slow until she reached the Skylift, only then did she let herself stop and breath, her chest and legs aching but the run had been thoughtless after she'd focused merely on navigating. Pausing she left herself look out towards the ocean that spread away from the cliff that lift was set into, the sea...she could see why her father sailed as he did, why pirates existed. It was only you out there, you and your own laws if the pirates were to be believed. Dangerous and wonderful all at once, Yuzu'ya had once lamented the fact that he ever even had to stop on land and deal with any politics or people. She had only smirked at him at the time but looking back now she could see what he meant.

A tight frown pursed her lips and she started to make her way past the myriad workers that milled about the docks and lift, thankfully she blended but dodged the work until she was able to lay boots on the dirt path that led into Woad Whisper Canyon and the waterfall.

Siha hadn't bothered with armor and she was starting to regret it as she stood near the waterfall, the spray from it had already coated her lightly and she could feel her blonde hair starting to stick to her cheeks. The rock she'd tucked herself behind was just tall enough to conceal her short figure, and she folded her arms, leaning back and watching the entrance to the canyon over her shoulder. When she spotted the cloaked figure heading her way her heart raced and her teeth clenched, from a distance she couldn't tell if it was Kiht or not...it could be a trap. Her hands tightened on her arms and she willed her aether to build, dropping her arms so that they rested behind her back where she could course aether along them. Wind. And Earth. Her best allies.

As the figure grew nearer she tucked herself farther back, only when they stopped did she get a good look at them, a flash of dark hair and definitely keeper. The lance fixed to her back was wicked in appearance but she didn't blame the woman for being on edge if she was, looking back she might have been suspicious herself. The Keeper filtered in a deep breath to catch the scent, there was some familiarity in it and on good faith she hesitantly grabbed her turban before pulling it from her face and stepping from behind the rock into view. The only thing she didn't relinquish was the hand that vibrated with earth aspected aether, should she need it the rocks would be ready to shield her...

"Miss Kiht?" she started and leveled her violet eyes on the Keeper that stood only fulms away from her hiding place.

Leaning back against the wall, A'laric examined the edge of a skinning knife critically. Though he hoped to find the information he wanted without bloodshed, he was far too cynical to believe it would be so easy. And that meant that he'd need his tools. And a few incentives to... encourage honesty in the event that it wasn't forthcoming. He smirked briefly before looking up. "Are you finished yet?" The question was directed toward the silver haired miqo'te hunched over the wooden workbench across the room.

"You said you wanted something that inflicted pain but wasn't lethal. That's not an easy order, Shade." Lifting a vial half full of a cloudy blue liquid, he frowned thoughtfully. "If you'd given me a few suns, I could have come up with something without an issue. But you're not even giving me ample time to test this."

Shrugging, A'laric pushed away from the wall and slid the skinning knife back into a special holster hidden beneath his sleeve. "Yeah, well, shit went down. I don't have the luxury of time, Hunter. If I did, I'd wait for Vixen to get back." Crossing the room, he leaned over his companion's shoulder to watch him work. A'lecae ignored him, mixing several more ingredients into the vial and stirring them together. The color shifted from blue to grey, drawing nearly identical frowns from the pair of them. "Is it supposed to do that..?"

"Hells.. This won't work." Setting the vial aside, A'lecae gestured briefly toward a leather case filled with vials. "I need the neurotoxin from the second row, fourth one over." A'laric made a faint sound of acknowledgment and moved to retrieve the desired vial. Offering it over, he watched with interest as A'lecae carefully pried the stopper from the vial and poured a generous amount into a beaker.

"You're not going to be done anytime soon, are you?" A'laric sighed softly, already anticipating the answer and waving it off before A'lecae could respond to him. "I'll go snoop around and see what I can find. If Vixen shows, send her my way. Two sets of ears are better than one."

Nodding, A'lecae glanced up at A'laric and smirked briefly. "Good hunting, Shade. I'll have this ready by the time you get back." He fell silent for a moment before asking, "You're sure that you don't want me in on this?"

"No, I don't need you involved any more than you are already." Smiling reassuringly, he clapped his cousin on the shoulder. "Not for this part, anyway. Wait until we have a target. Then it'll be your turn." Turning, he waved negligently as he walked toward the door of their little safe house. "I'll be back in two bells. Have my new toy ready by then." Ducking out into the night, A'laric took a deep breath of the salty air and let it out. Thal's balls, but this was a mess. Shaking his head, he slipped through the brush and began to make his way toward Limsa. With luck, maybe he would encounter Osric or Jin there. It would be nice to have some backup for this.

Physically weak, mentally diminished, Kahn'a found the strength to send the most pious of prayer to Menphina. He was by no means a firm believer, but if there were immaterial guardians, surely the Lover could take him in pity. What good was the harsh training men received if their resolve, their determination could be swayed so easily? What good was loyalty if the hand that fed you eventually balled into a vengeful fist?

What good...
What good...
What good was a life of pain when ceasing to exist sounded much easier?

...

No.

His distress was poisoning his mind much like water would end up poisoning his lungs, if breathed in. How to stop it? The harsh Hyur figure standing there, slightly bent towards him, awaiting his answer. She was both saviour and executioner. No, she could be either. She could make it stop. Through messy eyes, he took the whole scene in. This unnatural room. The absence of natural. The very natural and distressing noise of water slowly dripping from him. The feeling of having a hundred snakes slithering down his skin. He shivered uncontrollably.

Kahn'a wanted it to stop.

She spoke. Gibberish Kahn'a could not make out, his tormented mind too busy drowning in endless depths. Quaking with a fear without a name, he brought his eyes to her perfectly apathetic face. There was nothing that spoke of compassion, of grace. What had he imagine? That his suffering would break a heart or two?

Inconceivable. The were hired thugs with official garb, that was the true nature of the Flames.

"I-" His voice was strangled, he had the hardest time forming words. "Why had I lingered in town, if not to turn myself i-in?!" he yelled with wrong intonations. This was a lie, concealed under questionable bluff. "I wanted to save my skin, s-s-so I drew attention to myself! Pl-please, I'll say anything you want, but no more water-"

And as if the single word had become a powerful trigger, Kahn'a screamed in despair. He looked every bit the challenged individual, rocking in his chair, ready for anything to make his pain stop.

...

'Don't give in, help is coming, stay strong.'

...

The world blinked as a clear voice started speaking those words to him. Grunting out of surprise, he spun in his chair as much as he could, trying to get a look at that new cruel being. A cruel one who dared give him hope. And whose voice was known to him, but the tones remained buried deep down in his mind, locked tight under what little protection he could offer his mind. It was right though. Kahn'a had to live. He had to resist. He cast an appalled look at Kresha, shaking with sobs.

"D-don't do it again! I'll say anything, anything you want to hear, but I beg of you, no more. Make it stop!"

Perhaps a tiny part of him started clutching those words as the those of the saviour. Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't give in...

Carry on.

The Zulu spead along as a barriage of orders flew back and forth through the link pearl A'trus wore. The male had taken his rifle off his back and knelt. He shouldered the but if the rifle tightly into the cradle his collarbone and shoulder made. His blue eye pressed against the scope and he looked through the magnification tube at the nearing set of buildings called the Silver Bazaar.

A'trus was annoyed at Chalahko's presence. He didn't enjoy being supervised or advised. He found it offensive, and insult to his and the skills of his unit. But the lieutenant swallowed his pride with a swallow and slowed his breathing. He was a soldier. He had a job to do. He didn't have to like it. 

"Ground team, this is Loft. We are coming it with weapons hot. Identify target and prepare to apprehend."

There was a pause before the crackle if a voice came back through the link pearl. One of the soldiers on the ground described Titor's attire and location. A'trus found the Red Wing quickly. The man was in the open. Suddenly Titor turned and began walking towards the edge of the Bazaar. Directly towards the Zulu.

"Target is departing! Permission to intercept!" came an excited voice. A'trus placed his finger on the trigger and slowed his breathing until he was still, letting his body shift slightly with the swaying of the airship. A'trus centered his cross hair over the man's knee and, without ceremony, pulled the trigger. 

The muzzle's flash was brilliant and the bullet rocketed out at hundreds of feet per second. It would cross the distance in a brief moment but A'trus was already loading another round into his weapon as he spoke.

"One down range, one down range, prepare to apprehend." A'trus ordered sternly.as he shouldered the weapon and looked through his scope again to see the result of his shot at Titor.

Sergeant Rungee, whom had stood silently by Chalahko leaned in to the other miqo'te to whisper

"Who would have thought we would ever be hunting down an entire fellow unit of Flames."

The Cell

Kresha looked at Kahn'a and his frantic display and her lip curled in disgust as she crossed her arms.

"You would say anything I want? I don't want that. I want to know where the members of your unit went or would likely go or who might have helped them. I'm not interested in making you say anything else!"

Kresha hated when her victims reached this point. So desperate to avoid pain they began rambling violently. Desperate to appease her. Like scorned lovers crawling back to her. She took in a deep breath and then snapped her fingers. The man with the towel nodded and wrapped it back across Kahn'a's face tightly. The fabric of the towel stretched tight and air became a foreign and difficult thing to obtain. The man with the second bucket came over and without pause began pouring the water over Kahn'a's face. Twenty five seconds this time and the water had ice it it to harm the nerves. Kresha  watched and scowled. 

As the water ceased to pour she stepped forward and as the man with the towel pulled it away, she seized Kahn'a's hair violently and jerked it to one side.

"Ever torture someone before Mr. Od'hilkas? If you have you know I can do this all day. And night. I won't feed you but you'll get plenty of water. Now answer me. Give me.a guess if that is all you have but if its a bad guess and leads to nothing, my.tortures will.get more intimate. Speak!"