Interlude – Who We Are - Part 2
by Commander Isha t'Vaurek
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Rh’vaurek stepped into the apartment, his usual swagger absent from his pace. He walked across the worn and threadbare carpet like a man who did not want to disturb anyone within.
“Name yourself!” a female voice demanded.
His acute hearing followed the sound of her voice – a little tinny and distorted and coming from behind him. “Funny that the two people I trust most in this galaxy are medics,” he said without turning. She was transmitting her voice from another location, “Mavus, its Rh’vaurek,” he said.
“Proof?” she demanded.
“You’re not dead yet. If I were here to kill you both I would have burned this building down with you in it,” he said, “and you need to adjust your amplifier,” he said as a female figure stepped out of a doorway, her form lit from behind by the light that diffused through the mottled pane of a window that had not been cleaned in decades.
“You didn’t announce that you were coming,” she snorted. In contrast with the worn covers that disguised the more worn furniture Mavus was dressed in a crisp blue coat.
“I never do. How is she?” he asked.
Mavus’ lips thinned. “You should move her from here, you can afford it … somewhere she can die happily,” she told him.
“She was never happy,” Rh’vaurek replied, “and as I know you care only about your charge I will let that pass. I offered, but she insisted that this was the place of her exile, and here she would stay.”
Mavus stepped a little closer. “Raedhoel, she would not know. She barely reaches consciousness.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down on the doctor, “and when she does, if she wakes and finds that she has been moved she will thrash me and throw me onto the street,” he said as though it was something that the corpselike body that occupied the next room had the possibility to do. “She’ll hang on Mavus, until she hears that I have achieved what she asked of me, then …” he turned away.
”Why did you walk out? You are not a civilian medic, you are a research scientist employed by the Mind War Division of the Tal’Shiar. Was it your new assignment?” he asked pacing easily across the room as he moved behind her.
The woman shifted in the chair, “I was brought back soon enough,” she said her arms folded as she glared up at him, “And I am a neuro-surgeon, Arrain, not a butcher.”
“Why do you want to do this? Thousands of people do their jobs without question, they get on with their lives. When a prominent scientist who has received a transfer walks out in the middle of the morning in her new position it is my job to ask her why. I expect the truth,” Rh’vaurek said stopping in front of her.
“What is that to you people?” the woman replied with stubborn insolence.
“The truth is an absolute, doctor,” he said softly, “but its interpretation is another thing entirely. I will ‘interpret’ what you tell me,” he added.
“Put words in my mouth?” she laughed, “then I might as well keep my mouth shut.”
It had been a very unorthodox interrogation that followed, with a very unexpected outcome – a new identity for the doctor on the proviso that she tend to a patient who had recently begun to show signs of Tuvon syndrome.
As he turned back to her Rh’vaurek was struck again by the similarities between Mavus and Doctor Adams; that was why he hadn’t been able to bring himself to hurt her.
“I have little time,” he said, “I should see her now.”
Mavus rested a hand on his arm as he said it. “I will take you to her,” she said, “But your mother is unlikely to wake today.”
Rh’vaurek nodded as he inhaled then followed the only other living being in the galaxy that knew he had a living relative into the next room.
by Commander Isha t'Vaurek
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| Title | Who We Are - Part 2 | |
| Mission | Interlude | |
| Author(s) | Commander Isha t'Vaurek | |
| Posted | Wed Aug 18, 2010 @ 8:13pm | |
| Location | ch'Havran | |
| Timeline | SD29 unspecified |
“Name yourself!” a female voice demanded.
His acute hearing followed the sound of her voice – a little tinny and distorted and coming from behind him. “Funny that the two people I trust most in this galaxy are medics,” he said without turning. She was transmitting her voice from another location, “Mavus, its Rh’vaurek,” he said.
“Proof?” she demanded.
“You’re not dead yet. If I were here to kill you both I would have burned this building down with you in it,” he said, “and you need to adjust your amplifier,” he said as a female figure stepped out of a doorway, her form lit from behind by the light that diffused through the mottled pane of a window that had not been cleaned in decades.
“You didn’t announce that you were coming,” she snorted. In contrast with the worn covers that disguised the more worn furniture Mavus was dressed in a crisp blue coat.
“I never do. How is she?” he asked.
Mavus’ lips thinned. “You should move her from here, you can afford it … somewhere she can die happily,” she told him.
“She was never happy,” Rh’vaurek replied, “and as I know you care only about your charge I will let that pass. I offered, but she insisted that this was the place of her exile, and here she would stay.”
Mavus stepped a little closer. “Raedhoel, she would not know. She barely reaches consciousness.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down on the doctor, “and when she does, if she wakes and finds that she has been moved she will thrash me and throw me onto the street,” he said as though it was something that the corpselike body that occupied the next room had the possibility to do. “She’ll hang on Mavus, until she hears that I have achieved what she asked of me, then …” he turned away.
”Why did you walk out? You are not a civilian medic, you are a research scientist employed by the Mind War Division of the Tal’Shiar. Was it your new assignment?” he asked pacing easily across the room as he moved behind her.
The woman shifted in the chair, “I was brought back soon enough,” she said her arms folded as she glared up at him, “And I am a neuro-surgeon, Arrain, not a butcher.”
“Why do you want to do this? Thousands of people do their jobs without question, they get on with their lives. When a prominent scientist who has received a transfer walks out in the middle of the morning in her new position it is my job to ask her why. I expect the truth,” Rh’vaurek said stopping in front of her.
“What is that to you people?” the woman replied with stubborn insolence.
“The truth is an absolute, doctor,” he said softly, “but its interpretation is another thing entirely. I will ‘interpret’ what you tell me,” he added.
“Put words in my mouth?” she laughed, “then I might as well keep my mouth shut.”
It had been a very unorthodox interrogation that followed, with a very unexpected outcome – a new identity for the doctor on the proviso that she tend to a patient who had recently begun to show signs of Tuvon syndrome.
As he turned back to her Rh’vaurek was struck again by the similarities between Mavus and Doctor Adams; that was why he hadn’t been able to bring himself to hurt her.
“I have little time,” he said, “I should see her now.”
Mavus rested a hand on his arm as he said it. “I will take you to her,” she said, “But your mother is unlikely to wake today.”
Rh’vaurek nodded as he inhaled then followed the only other living being in the galaxy that knew he had a living relative into the next room.