Very well then Viran. It's nice to hear your voice as well, it's been quite a while. I'll be in the mansion when you return.
Viran took in a deep breath of air as the teleport released him. He didn't know why but it seemed that when one was teleported more than once in the space of a few minutes it seemed to physically exhaust the person who was teleported. He should probably report it to Rikelis the next time he saw him. But as he turned the corner on his way to look for Mina, a massive grin appeared on his face and he forgot all about it for a moment.
"Mina!" He said happily as he saw her walking down the hallway towards him. He opened his arms and got ready to envelope her in a bear hug. "I'm so glad to see you again!"
Tyran looked at the man who was giving orders and then listened as he heard the sound of Viran's voice echo though the communicator letting them know that he had been mistaken in what he had seen. Tyran calculated that that was unlikely but he had been mistaken before so who was he to judge?
Besides, something else was occupying his attention at the moment. He turned to Steel and gently brought her away from the crowd for a moment. "Excuse me, Steel. But I need to speak to you about something. My sensors are picking up two earthbound objects that are entering the atmosphere. They seem to be artificial and from what my sensors are picking up, the power signatures seem to be Valkorian."
Steel sighed heavily. For a brief moment she had thought Tyran had wanted to talk about something else.
"Is something wrong Steel?" Tyran asked carefully. He wasn't that familiar with emotions but it almost seemed as if he had done something wrong.
"No...Nothing is wrong." She said quietly. "How soon until they land? And do they have any weapons that you can detect?"
"None. It's possible that they may be more refugees like Hisel's group. Do you think we should alert the others? Or should we just let Viran know?"
Steel looked at Tyran as he turned away and sighed again. They had faced certain Death together in the future. They had both been displaced from their home by Villains who had made Death and War seem like angels in comparison. And yet with all that scanning equipment, Tyran couldn't seem to detect the way her heart skipped a beat when she spoke to him or how she would blush. Maybe it's time to give up on him.,.She thought sadly. Maybe there wasn't enough of humanity of him left to know when someone was in love with him.
Even as Tyran scanned the approaching ships, a part of his mind was distracted. That part of his mind was focused on Steel. In truth, a small part of his mind had always been focused on Steel. He had always worried about Steel back in the future that they had come from where it was a fight for survival nearly every single day. And the day she had somehow managed to arrive in this time he had felt something...something that most humans would refer to as joy. Tyran knew that he had emotions, but he was still sorting out which ones were which.
What if something happens to her before I get it all figured out? He wondered as he continued scanning the approaching objects.
Viran took in a deep breath of air as the teleport released him. He didn't know why but it seemed that when one was teleported more than once in the space of a few minutes it seemed to physically exhaust the person who was teleported. He should probably report it to Rikelis the next time he saw him. But as he turned the corner on his way to look for Mina, a massive grin appeared on his face and he forgot all about it for a moment.
"Mina!" He said happily as he saw her walking down the hallway towards him. He opened his arms and got ready to envelope her in a bear hug. "I'm so glad to see you again!"
Tyran looked at the man who was giving orders and then listened as he heard the sound of Viran's voice echo though the communicator letting them know that he had been mistaken in what he had seen. Tyran calculated that that was unlikely but he had been mistaken before so who was he to judge?
Besides, something else was occupying his attention at the moment. He turned to Steel and gently brought her away from the crowd for a moment. "Excuse me, Steel. But I need to speak to you about something. My sensors are picking up two earthbound objects that are entering the atmosphere. They seem to be artificial and from what my sensors are picking up, the power signatures seem to be Valkorian."
Steel sighed heavily. For a brief moment she had thought Tyran had wanted to talk about something else.
"Is something wrong Steel?" Tyran asked carefully. He wasn't that familiar with emotions but it almost seemed as if he had done something wrong.
"No...Nothing is wrong." She said quietly. "How soon until they land? And do they have any weapons that you can detect?"
"None. It's possible that they may be more refugees like Hisel's group. Do you think we should alert the others? Or should we just let Viran know?"
Steel looked at Tyran as he turned away and sighed again. They had faced certain Death together in the future. They had both been displaced from their home by Villains who had made Death and War seem like angels in comparison. And yet with all that scanning equipment, Tyran couldn't seem to detect the way her heart skipped a beat when she spoke to him or how she would blush. Maybe it's time to give up on him.,.She thought sadly. Maybe there wasn't enough of humanity of him left to know when someone was in love with him.
Even as Tyran scanned the approaching ships, a part of his mind was distracted. That part of his mind was focused on Steel. In truth, a small part of his mind had always been focused on Steel. He had always worried about Steel back in the future that they had come from where it was a fight for survival nearly every single day. And the day she had somehow managed to arrive in this time he had felt something...something that most humans would refer to as joy. Tyran knew that he had emotions, but he was still sorting out which ones were which.
What if something happens to her before I get it all figured out? He wondered as he continued scanning the approaching objects.