A'trus stared at the superior officer as if a dead rat had been tossed into the miqo'te's lap. Stand down? The Black Chains and then let his men be used without his consent in a continued hunt that he had just been forced to stand down from? Was this a joke? Was the Commander playing games with him?
A'trus considered that. How did he know that this man wasn't also part of the hunt? A sympathetic ear for the unit A'trus hunted? Â He could be but without proof that was a dangerous road to take and could result in his discharge from the service. Something A'trus had no desire of lettinghhappen. After a few minutes of silence, A'trus looked at Ryder and spoke.
"You are my superiour, and as such I am.required to obey your orders, though there is questions in my.mind if you might not be overaly loyal to your unit and maybe part of this conspiracy and their agent. But I am.required to obey orders I can rationally carry out so I will turn over the prisoners as per your request. However, my unit will NOT aid you with your own personal hunt. We will stand down but no more. I will not risk my career or theirs in your which hunt sir. The Red Wings are big boys. They can handle it, you said it yourself."
A'trus stared at his superior with a steely expression.
Titor's Cell
Kresha approaches Titor and after a moment slashed his face with her nails. She struck left to right then right to left then down. Blood dripped off her fingers and tufts of flesh had caught under her nails. She nodded as she stepped away and began cleaning off her hand as one man stepped forward and wrapped Titor's bleeding face in a towle . Once the thick fabric was secure, the second man took the bucket and let spill the salty brine and for thirty seconds air would not reach Title as the water ran down his nostrils, his mouth and into his gashes.
"Where are the Red Wings." Kresha said calmly
 "You know more than the other one we have in our possession obviously. Now where?"
A'trus considered that. How did he know that this man wasn't also part of the hunt? A sympathetic ear for the unit A'trus hunted? Â He could be but without proof that was a dangerous road to take and could result in his discharge from the service. Something A'trus had no desire of lettinghhappen. After a few minutes of silence, A'trus looked at Ryder and spoke.
"You are my superiour, and as such I am.required to obey your orders, though there is questions in my.mind if you might not be overaly loyal to your unit and maybe part of this conspiracy and their agent. But I am.required to obey orders I can rationally carry out so I will turn over the prisoners as per your request. However, my unit will NOT aid you with your own personal hunt. We will stand down but no more. I will not risk my career or theirs in your which hunt sir. The Red Wings are big boys. They can handle it, you said it yourself."
A'trus stared at his superior with a steely expression.
Titor's Cell
Kresha approaches Titor and after a moment slashed his face with her nails. She struck left to right then right to left then down. Blood dripped off her fingers and tufts of flesh had caught under her nails. She nodded as she stepped away and began cleaning off her hand as one man stepped forward and wrapped Titor's bleeding face in a towle . Once the thick fabric was secure, the second man took the bucket and let spill the salty brine and for thirty seconds air would not reach Title as the water ran down his nostrils, his mouth and into his gashes.
"Where are the Red Wings." Kresha said calmly
 "You know more than the other one we have in our possession obviously. Now where?"
