[center][h2]Xena Rock Fields[/h2]
[sub]Inside the [i]other [/i]Z-ATV[/sub][/center]


Onweer’s eyes fluttered open as she heard her name being shouted across the rock field. She felt drowsy and fatigued but the sky was still bright blue so the day wasn’t over yet. With a quiet groan the woman pushed herself up on her elbows and reached for the flask of water before she stood. She wasn’t in a hurry when she made her way to the ATV, inspecting the machine brief look-over before climbing in. Once inside she sat on a bench and rested her body against the wall with a sigh. She glanced at Brian and Cecil wondering if she’d missed anything important and if they’d fill her in if she had.  

Then her gaze drifted to Yvette with a slight frown. She didn’t like how she kept calling her by her surname. She hadn’t used it since she fled CMAS in Hyznia and, weather due to paranoia or simple foresight, she didn’t think it was alright for it to circulate around so easily, especially when the line between friend and foe was so blurred. “I’d appreciate it if you just call me Onweer, project leader.” She said with a lazy smile. “No need for formalities under such circumstances, at least not when you’re the one on top of us all.” She wondered if it would sound hostile. It wasn’t meant to be but sometimes it was hard to tone it down, especially after spending years sleeping rough and having to appear as threatening as possible to anyone who’d acknowledge your existence. 

She wondered how much Yvette was aware of. Did she know about her skills? Did she know of her past as “Garnet Daybreak”? And if she did, who else knew? What if all this was an elaborate plan to trap her and complete her silencing? 

No, Onweer willed herself to relax. She wasn’t such a big fish. She hadn’t committed a high enough treason to sacrifice people’s lives to get her. Something more was at play here. Something far bigger than herself. 

“Should we play truth or dare?” She suggested suddenly, grinning at her comrades. “Might as well, while we travel.” It was a lighthearted suggestion. But something told her that for this group, telling the truth might be the biggest challenge they’d faced.