Graves simply gave Ash a blank stare. "What do you mean 'what kind of name is Graves'? It's my name! Sure, it's pretty uncommon, but it sure as hell ain't unnatural." He said, confusion in his eyes. Then she went on about 'realms' and how his surname would be 'Alumnallen' or whatever. Graves took a second to process that, before stepping back and massaging his temples. He took a few calming breaths and tried not to freak out about his bunkmate acting strangely. That done, he turned back to her and forced a smile, hoping that she would just snap out of it.
That hope was then crushed when she then asked why the two of them were sharing a 'bedchamber' (whatever that meant), and that she was a 'woman-wed'. Finally, she asked why she was here. "We... I... oh, god, I don't even know anymore." Graves sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We're on the UEGNC
Interloper. A
Colorado-class heavy frigate currently cruising through a RIFT tunnel at faster-than-light speeds. We just came from Sybaris. You know, colony world that got invaded by the Vaskrans, but we managed to push them back? And now, we're heading towards the Novus Naval Orbital Installation for repairs and refitting. Don't you remember?" He asked, still hopeful.
Once again that hope was crushed when Ash declared herself 'Princess Serenei Farwynd of Itervia', and that she wanted to be 'taken back to Illyri'.
Graves looked around the room, searching for any possible hidden cameras. When he was sure there weren’t any, he turned back to Ash with a bewilded look. “What… what the fuck are you talking about, Ash? Did you hit your head too hard yesterday?” He threw his arms into the air. “What the hell is this Itervenia- Intrevea- Iterwhatever?" He grabbed her shoulders and violently shook her. "Ash! Snap out of it! Stop acting crazy on me, man!"
"Hey, what's going on here?" A voice suddenly interrupted, causing Graves to stop whatever he was doing and turn to the source. The doors of every bunk had automatically opened according to schedule, but Graves had missed it in the confusion. Now, another Marine who looked as if he had just woke up was standing in the doorway. Graves recognised him as Private Elias Andersen, one of the more experienced members of his squad. "Why are you shaking Ash? You playing rough or something?" He asked with a slight joking tone.
The grey-eyed Marine shook his head. "No, this is serious. Here, come on. Ash's been acting strangely since... well, around five minutes ago."
"Hm. Let me take a look." Andersen stepped into the room, and his features were illuminated by the electric light. He was rather pale, probably from spending too long a time in his armour. Or maybe it was because he didn't go out in the sun that often, considering that he grew up on the frozen colony world Hiemal. But, just like most colonists who were born and raised there, he had Scandinavian heritage, which clearly showed. He was stocky and tall, and his ocean-blue eyes glimmered in the light. He took a moment to neaten his short chocolate-brown hair and to clear away the bedhair. Taking a few more steps, he stared Ash in the eye.
"Hey, what's going on?" He said in the most caring and calm voice he could manage.
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Still glaring at the man, Ash's head tilted slightly, before her glare turned deathly. "
Husband?! Look, I don't know who you think you are, but I do
not have a husband. I don't have a boyfriend either!" She seethed. She listened as the man went on about how she had a child named 'Ryne', and that she was in her 'bedchamber' in a palace in 'Itervia', before it finally reached a breaking point when he claimed that she was to 'discuss a feasible way to end Itervian-Alumnallen tensions that have existed since Mother Nature and Father Earth put our four goddesses in this world' Ash groaned in frustration. "What? What's all this bullshit about goddesses? No one's worshipped one in centuries, just like all religion. It's dead. Gods don't exist. Never had, never will."
And just when Ash thought she had reached her crazy limit for today, the man claimed that she was 'Princess Serenei Farwynd, the Lady of the Keep and the daughter of Queen Alaysha and King Lanner Farwynd'
God, that was long.
"What are you even talking about? That's not my name. My name is Private Samantha Ashley, Alpha Team, Delta Squad, Fifth Platoon, Second Company, 217th Marine General Combat Infantry Battalion, UEGNC Marines, service number 6647-82-08-SA." She said. "There. that good enough for you? I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. What the hell are you going on about kings and queens? Those have been out of service for more than eight-hundred years. And why the hell do you look like Andersen? I-"
She was interrupted when the door suddenly burst open, and a girl suddenly walked in, accompanied by a rather regal-looking woman. She gave a short bow, before hurridly going through a set of papers in her arms. Who even used paper anymore? Couldn't she just get a decent datapad like a normal person? She started talking about a matter that was of 'utmost importance', and that there were 'eight rubies inlaid in Princess Phillipa's tiara' and blah blah blah, shoving a paper into Ash's arms in the process.
Ash couldn't take it anymore. "STOP! Just fucking stop! I don't know what's happening, I don't know what's going on, and I don't even know who I am anymore." She rubbed her temples. "Just... just tell me what planet this is, what star system this is, and the location of the nearest spaceport. Seriously."
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