The Cell
Kresha raised her eyebrow at Kahn'A's reply. It was sarcastic yet honest.Â
Kresha studied the miqo'te tied to the chair. She had orders from A'trus. Very specific ones. She was to try to appeal to Kahn'a's civil side. First. If he refused to cooperate as a former Flame, she had full.authorization to break him as an enemy of the state. Kresha was a professional. She took pride in her effectiveness but preferred to be reading than making political prisoners gasp for life.
The woman waved her hand and the door to the cell closed and was locked, leaving her and her assistants and their buckets standing as he stepped forward.
"Mr. Od'hilkas. You are a Flame. And officer. You and your unit stand accused of treason. As such, your status is suspended and I am free to deal with you as needed. My commanding officer hopes you will regain your senses and inform us where your fellow Red Wings are. The fact you have all run for cover shames your unit, you, and this city. If you are innocent, it is now easy to question if you truly are. You cooperating with us will not only speed up their inevitable.capture, it will make your sentence far lighter. You need but serve the city you swore an oath to protect from all enemeies. And right now your Captain is considered an enemy of the state. Will you let this be the end of your career Kahn'a? Do you truly not serve ul'dah?"
Kresha's tone wasn't harsh, it was almost pleading. A tone she had chosen on purpose. She was trying to instill in Kahn'a his patriotic duty to help them.Â
"Because if you don't, we shall treat you as an enemy."
Ul'dah-Flame Hall
A'trus was hunched over his desk, a map spread before him. His eyes were hard and it was obvious he had not slept. He was setting up.three more hunts. He had leads on three targets. His scouts and informants were moving quickly. Promise of Ul'dah gold and good standing with the flames moved many to sell information. The hunt was easy. The research of targets was hard.
The Miqo'te ran a hand through his hair and licked his dry lips. He needed a bath.
The door to his office opened and a runner came in. A'trus stood straight and returned the salute as the runner gave his message. A'trus blinked in surprise but nodded.
"Very well. Inform Second Lieutenant Chalahko I will see him here at his earliest availability until sunset, at which time I will need to be departing."
The runner saluted again and spun on his heel. A'trus watched the door shut and studied it intently.Â
What in the world did Chalahko want?
Kresha raised her eyebrow at Kahn'A's reply. It was sarcastic yet honest.Â
Kresha studied the miqo'te tied to the chair. She had orders from A'trus. Very specific ones. She was to try to appeal to Kahn'a's civil side. First. If he refused to cooperate as a former Flame, she had full.authorization to break him as an enemy of the state. Kresha was a professional. She took pride in her effectiveness but preferred to be reading than making political prisoners gasp for life.
The woman waved her hand and the door to the cell closed and was locked, leaving her and her assistants and their buckets standing as he stepped forward.
"Mr. Od'hilkas. You are a Flame. And officer. You and your unit stand accused of treason. As such, your status is suspended and I am free to deal with you as needed. My commanding officer hopes you will regain your senses and inform us where your fellow Red Wings are. The fact you have all run for cover shames your unit, you, and this city. If you are innocent, it is now easy to question if you truly are. You cooperating with us will not only speed up their inevitable.capture, it will make your sentence far lighter. You need but serve the city you swore an oath to protect from all enemeies. And right now your Captain is considered an enemy of the state. Will you let this be the end of your career Kahn'a? Do you truly not serve ul'dah?"
Kresha's tone wasn't harsh, it was almost pleading. A tone she had chosen on purpose. She was trying to instill in Kahn'a his patriotic duty to help them.Â
"Because if you don't, we shall treat you as an enemy."
Ul'dah-Flame Hall
A'trus was hunched over his desk, a map spread before him. His eyes were hard and it was obvious he had not slept. He was setting up.three more hunts. He had leads on three targets. His scouts and informants were moving quickly. Promise of Ul'dah gold and good standing with the flames moved many to sell information. The hunt was easy. The research of targets was hard.
The Miqo'te ran a hand through his hair and licked his dry lips. He needed a bath.
The door to his office opened and a runner came in. A'trus stood straight and returned the salute as the runner gave his message. A'trus blinked in surprise but nodded.
"Very well. Inform Second Lieutenant Chalahko I will see him here at his earliest availability until sunset, at which time I will need to be departing."
The runner saluted again and spun on his heel. A'trus watched the door shut and studied it intently.Â
What in the world did Chalahko want?
