Titor's Cell
"You don't know?" Alec cooed softly and gave a disapproving look. "Well, that just won't do at all. We need more than that I'm afraid and you going from claiming you could prove it to suddenly not knowing is confusing. Could cause us to wonder if you are holding your tongue and if we need to loosen it. Should I fetch the tongue loosener?"
Kahn'a's cell
Kresha listened, her eyes hard and her face covered in a scowl. She held the expression well, and it don't not slip or become lax, even though she wanted to raise her eyebrows in surprise. She did -not- posses the clearance about Red Wings' true nature. Even A'trus was unaware of the full extent of the Red Wings clandestine nature. That was a clearance far higher in the chain of command than they possessed. The female interrogator slowed her breathing as Kahn'a elaborated, spilling out tons of information at an astonishing rate. Like a bucket placed beneath a waterfall, there was simply to much for her to absorb it all.
Her knife spun in her fingers slowly at first but grew faster as she thought and then finally she stopped spinning as she licked her lips.
"Very well. Mr. Od'hilkas, you finally were co-operative. See, I knew there was more than you were telling." Kresha's voice became a soft purr. "You have earned a reprieve, I'm going to alert my superior and we are going to investigate the Drydocks. If they find anything, splendid for you. If not, we will resume your breaking, only it will be far, far more severe. This was me being civil." Kresha smirked darkly. "But if we find something, you might even get your clothes back. I'll consider feeding you in the mean time. So sit tight, be a good boy, and wait a bit. I have another guest to greet."
Kresha then spun on her heel and walked out, leaving the three men to follow after her and lock the door behidn them, leaving Kahn'a wrapped in the embrace of darkness.
Kresha stormed to her room and found a pearl from her desk. Her room was lavish and full of a ridiculous amount of finery and red silk. Kresha loved the sensation of silk on her skin but right then she didn't notice it as she pressed the pearl to her ear.
"Lieutenant A'trus."
It took A'trus a moment to reply and when he did so, his voice was slow and tired.
"Proceed Kresha."Â
"Lieutenant, I have discovered some unsettling news." Kresha said and then continued quickly. "The Red Wings are not a relief unit, they are a special forces unit. They were given a mission and claim to be set up. No matter how much I...questioned, that never changed. Od'hilkas says that the last time he saw his unit was at the Moraby Drydocks near Limsa and that if we needed a lead for the Red Wings that might have fled to Limsa, such as Melkire, that would be the place to start.
Silence greeted this information as A'trus sat up in his chair and seized a document. He read it over and then chewed on his lower lip.
"There is no mention of the Red Wings being anything more than a relief unit, or a mission to Limsa in my intel or orders. I find it-"
"Sir, I bleed and salted Od'hilkas. I broke him down. I think there is a shred of truth in this. I've done this for seventeen years sir." Kresha interrupted. A'trus leaned back in his chair and continued chewing on his lip.
"You are certain of this intel?"Â A'trus questioned coldly, not wanting to play with the line of thought Kresha was forcing him to consider.
"Sir, I stake my reputation on it. These Red Wings may be guilty as all sins in the hells, in fact, I suspect they are of guilty of these charges to a degree, but I think someone is also playing us. The fact that whoever sent you those orders sent us against a Black Ops unit without notifying you or me is a breach of protocol."
A'trus scowled and nodded. After a moment he stood up and then smashed his fist onto the table.
"Sons of couerls!" A'trus swore as he watched two of his sniper rounds roll onto the floor. "The twins got killed, had I known. . ." The miqo'te was growling. "Kresha, continue questioning. Increase the intensity. I want information. And I want it now. I'm going to be gathering a unit to depart for Limsa immediately once I get clearance from Command. Report once you have more information."
Kresha paused, recalling her promised reprieve to Kahn'a and decided to give the male a few hours of peace before she began carrying out A'trus' orders.
"Aye Aye, sir." Kresha answered at last.
A'trus let the line go silent as he seized his rifle and slung it over his shoulder as he muttered a string of curses at the Twelve for this sudden development. He had denounced their divine nature four years ago with the death of his wife and now only prayed to his deceased lover and her memory as if she was a divine angel.Â
The male miqo'te went to the door to his room and threw it opened as he stormed into the hall, closing it behind him with a bang. Sergeant Rungee was there and fell into step quickly after he saw the expression his commanding officer wore.
"Orders sir." Rungee said quickly, knowing now was not the time for formalities.
"I need the Zulu primed for a trip to Limsa immediately, Sergeant." A'trus said, his voice calming slightly as the walk leveled his blood pressure as they turned a corner and headed to the front of the Black Chain's HQ. "We may have a lead there and I intend to investigate it further. Also, I want every one of our soldiers invovled with the Red Wing hunt lethally armed and armored. There is a possibility the Red Wings are more than a simple relief unit."
"As you say sir." Rungee nodded, keeping his reaction to A'trus' words to himself. A'trus loved Rungee for that professionalism.Â
The two walked into the central room and both came to a screeching halt as their boots snagged the marble floor as they caught sight of the man standing there. A commander none-the-less. Both snapped sharp salutes.
"Good day sir!"Â Both men said to the commander and waited for him to speak and return their salutes.
"You don't know?" Alec cooed softly and gave a disapproving look. "Well, that just won't do at all. We need more than that I'm afraid and you going from claiming you could prove it to suddenly not knowing is confusing. Could cause us to wonder if you are holding your tongue and if we need to loosen it. Should I fetch the tongue loosener?"
Kahn'a's cell
Kresha listened, her eyes hard and her face covered in a scowl. She held the expression well, and it don't not slip or become lax, even though she wanted to raise her eyebrows in surprise. She did -not- posses the clearance about Red Wings' true nature. Even A'trus was unaware of the full extent of the Red Wings clandestine nature. That was a clearance far higher in the chain of command than they possessed. The female interrogator slowed her breathing as Kahn'a elaborated, spilling out tons of information at an astonishing rate. Like a bucket placed beneath a waterfall, there was simply to much for her to absorb it all.
Her knife spun in her fingers slowly at first but grew faster as she thought and then finally she stopped spinning as she licked her lips.
"Very well. Mr. Od'hilkas, you finally were co-operative. See, I knew there was more than you were telling." Kresha's voice became a soft purr. "You have earned a reprieve, I'm going to alert my superior and we are going to investigate the Drydocks. If they find anything, splendid for you. If not, we will resume your breaking, only it will be far, far more severe. This was me being civil." Kresha smirked darkly. "But if we find something, you might even get your clothes back. I'll consider feeding you in the mean time. So sit tight, be a good boy, and wait a bit. I have another guest to greet."
Kresha then spun on her heel and walked out, leaving the three men to follow after her and lock the door behidn them, leaving Kahn'a wrapped in the embrace of darkness.
Kresha stormed to her room and found a pearl from her desk. Her room was lavish and full of a ridiculous amount of finery and red silk. Kresha loved the sensation of silk on her skin but right then she didn't notice it as she pressed the pearl to her ear.
"Lieutenant A'trus."
It took A'trus a moment to reply and when he did so, his voice was slow and tired.
"Proceed Kresha."Â
"Lieutenant, I have discovered some unsettling news." Kresha said and then continued quickly. "The Red Wings are not a relief unit, they are a special forces unit. They were given a mission and claim to be set up. No matter how much I...questioned, that never changed. Od'hilkas says that the last time he saw his unit was at the Moraby Drydocks near Limsa and that if we needed a lead for the Red Wings that might have fled to Limsa, such as Melkire, that would be the place to start.
Silence greeted this information as A'trus sat up in his chair and seized a document. He read it over and then chewed on his lower lip.
"There is no mention of the Red Wings being anything more than a relief unit, or a mission to Limsa in my intel or orders. I find it-"
"Sir, I bleed and salted Od'hilkas. I broke him down. I think there is a shred of truth in this. I've done this for seventeen years sir." Kresha interrupted. A'trus leaned back in his chair and continued chewing on his lip.
"You are certain of this intel?"Â A'trus questioned coldly, not wanting to play with the line of thought Kresha was forcing him to consider.
"Sir, I stake my reputation on it. These Red Wings may be guilty as all sins in the hells, in fact, I suspect they are of guilty of these charges to a degree, but I think someone is also playing us. The fact that whoever sent you those orders sent us against a Black Ops unit without notifying you or me is a breach of protocol."
A'trus scowled and nodded. After a moment he stood up and then smashed his fist onto the table.
"Sons of couerls!" A'trus swore as he watched two of his sniper rounds roll onto the floor. "The twins got killed, had I known. . ." The miqo'te was growling. "Kresha, continue questioning. Increase the intensity. I want information. And I want it now. I'm going to be gathering a unit to depart for Limsa immediately once I get clearance from Command. Report once you have more information."
Kresha paused, recalling her promised reprieve to Kahn'a and decided to give the male a few hours of peace before she began carrying out A'trus' orders.
"Aye Aye, sir." Kresha answered at last.
A'trus let the line go silent as he seized his rifle and slung it over his shoulder as he muttered a string of curses at the Twelve for this sudden development. He had denounced their divine nature four years ago with the death of his wife and now only prayed to his deceased lover and her memory as if she was a divine angel.Â
The male miqo'te went to the door to his room and threw it opened as he stormed into the hall, closing it behind him with a bang. Sergeant Rungee was there and fell into step quickly after he saw the expression his commanding officer wore.
"Orders sir." Rungee said quickly, knowing now was not the time for formalities.
"I need the Zulu primed for a trip to Limsa immediately, Sergeant." A'trus said, his voice calming slightly as the walk leveled his blood pressure as they turned a corner and headed to the front of the Black Chain's HQ. "We may have a lead there and I intend to investigate it further. Also, I want every one of our soldiers invovled with the Red Wing hunt lethally armed and armored. There is a possibility the Red Wings are more than a simple relief unit."
"As you say sir." Rungee nodded, keeping his reaction to A'trus' words to himself. A'trus loved Rungee for that professionalism.Â
The two walked into the central room and both came to a screeching halt as their boots snagged the marble floor as they caught sight of the man standing there. A commander none-the-less. Both snapped sharp salutes.
"Good day sir!"Â Both men said to the commander and waited for him to speak and return their salutes.
