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Yup, she is cute, and yup, I got all the previous possible incarnations to review! I'm only just thanking heaven, Lil didn't go with the bleach blonde!
Antonia was already well out the First Mate's cabin, Luc not a step behind her. As Thomas ordered her aloft, she grabbed Luc's shoulder, her fingers digging hard into the flesh as he looked up to her wide-eyed. "Get below deck," she hissed, the warning the boy heard in her voice brooking no argument at all, and he gave her none.
"Jax told me a place," he said swiftly and, though Antonia didn't understand Luc's meaning at all, the boy bolted for the stairs down and that, really, was all the rogue cared to see. She dashed to the rigging, hauling herself aloft as she made for the crow's nest.
She never made it.
Several yards above the deck, Antonia screamed in sudden agony, losing her grip as she clutched her head. White hot daggers were being nailed through her skull, small crimson rivulets slowly dribbling from her ears and her nose as she fell, only just snatching a rope with one desperate hand before she hurtled to the deck below. The rogue swung there for a moment, blinking the worst of the torturous pain away though she still wasn't sure she wouldn't heave her dinner on a hapless head below. Stunned, she managed to swing herself upward, hooking one leg and then another over the rigging, completely unaware she was bleeding - and then she heard it.
No, not the excruciating cacophony that, once its initial assault near crippled and killed her had passed, was fading to something like a manageable agony. It was Thomas' voice. Thomas' voice, countermanding his own damn order!
Merde. Heedless, Antonia swung herself to the aftcastle, scrambling to stand beside Thomas who stood, still and silent, transfixed by the false sunrise of the burning ship ahead of them. An ugly suspicion wormed its way to the light of day in her mind, dark and terrifying. The intensity, the light in Thomas' fiery copper gaze - she knew that look, and knew it very, very well. Seeing that gaze turned anywhere but to her, was a torment unlike any other. Before he could raise a hand to stop her - if he even so much as noticed her presence - the rogue snatched the looking glass from his hand, heart pounding in her throat as she unfolded its sections swiftly and lifted it to her eye.
Antonia could see them by the eerie red-orange glow of the flames still busy devouring the corpse of the Crimson Feather. They writhed and twisted in the waves like a nest of water vipers, spiny fins and talon-tipped, webbed claws occasionally breaking the surface. Dear sweet God in Heaven... Not even the bastards who manned the Feather deserved to die like this. She heard Nicolette's cry, snapping her from the horror into action. Antonia snapped the looking glass shut, rolling it into her palm as she cocked her arm back and let fly with a fist at Thomas' head.
The rogue didn't skip a beat as she leapt the banister of the aftcastle to the main deck, praying to a good and mighty God above, and all His blessed loa, that what she was doing would buy them just a little time to get the iron ready at the least. Antonia was swift and sure, running a gauntlet of the crew that had been readying the cannons, cuffing every last damn one soundly in the head or shoulders.
"GET TO!" she shouted as she sprinted down the line toward the First Mate, "You heard your captain! Snap to, and make ready the iron, you worthless dogs!"
"Jax told me a place," he said swiftly and, though Antonia didn't understand Luc's meaning at all, the boy bolted for the stairs down and that, really, was all the rogue cared to see. She dashed to the rigging, hauling herself aloft as she made for the crow's nest.
She never made it.
Several yards above the deck, Antonia screamed in sudden agony, losing her grip as she clutched her head. White hot daggers were being nailed through her skull, small crimson rivulets slowly dribbling from her ears and her nose as she fell, only just snatching a rope with one desperate hand before she hurtled to the deck below. The rogue swung there for a moment, blinking the worst of the torturous pain away though she still wasn't sure she wouldn't heave her dinner on a hapless head below. Stunned, she managed to swing herself upward, hooking one leg and then another over the rigging, completely unaware she was bleeding - and then she heard it.
No, not the excruciating cacophony that, once its initial assault near crippled and killed her had passed, was fading to something like a manageable agony. It was Thomas' voice. Thomas' voice, countermanding his own damn order!
Merde. Heedless, Antonia swung herself to the aftcastle, scrambling to stand beside Thomas who stood, still and silent, transfixed by the false sunrise of the burning ship ahead of them. An ugly suspicion wormed its way to the light of day in her mind, dark and terrifying. The intensity, the light in Thomas' fiery copper gaze - she knew that look, and knew it very, very well. Seeing that gaze turned anywhere but to her, was a torment unlike any other. Before he could raise a hand to stop her - if he even so much as noticed her presence - the rogue snatched the looking glass from his hand, heart pounding in her throat as she unfolded its sections swiftly and lifted it to her eye.
Antonia could see them by the eerie red-orange glow of the flames still busy devouring the corpse of the Crimson Feather. They writhed and twisted in the waves like a nest of water vipers, spiny fins and talon-tipped, webbed claws occasionally breaking the surface. Dear sweet God in Heaven... Not even the bastards who manned the Feather deserved to die like this. She heard Nicolette's cry, snapping her from the horror into action. Antonia snapped the looking glass shut, rolling it into her palm as she cocked her arm back and let fly with a fist at Thomas' head.
The rogue didn't skip a beat as she leapt the banister of the aftcastle to the main deck, praying to a good and mighty God above, and all His blessed loa, that what she was doing would buy them just a little time to get the iron ready at the least. Antonia was swift and sure, running a gauntlet of the crew that had been readying the cannons, cuffing every last damn one soundly in the head or shoulders.
"GET TO!" she shouted as she sprinted down the line toward the First Mate, "You heard your captain! Snap to, and make ready the iron, you worthless dogs!"
This. Was. Awesome! 
I probably won't be able to reply until tomorrow night, or maybe Friday night depending, but... Wow. Oh wow, SO much evil going through my head at the moment!
I probably won't be able to reply until tomorrow night, or maybe Friday night depending, but... Wow. Oh wow, SO much evil going through my head at the moment! thank you Kuro! Information heavy, I know, but I'm going to have zero time to collab for the next couple days so... There it is, and not holding anyone up!^^^ Please, but in vanilla? 
"He did," Abby replied over the rim of her coffee, lips set close to the rim to gently blow off the steam. She waved off his apology with a warm smile, as easily and quickly as he did hers, before she sat in the rolling chair Gavin offered. Her tablet was perched across her knees as both hands wrapped around the hot mug. "But the truth is, as talented as the man is? He's not a medical examiner - any more than my predecessor's an investigator."
Abby took a small, slow sip. God this is amazing coffee... She had no idea how the hell Gavin did it, but his brew was always second to none. The fruits and nuts she brought were entirely for him of course, a "Good Morning Sunshine" gift for a man who had been so good to Michael, endearing himself to Abby. But all she and her lingering headache needed right now, was this unspeakably good hot cup of coffee.
"Please don't get me wrong," she said, swallowing down that mouthful of heaven before she continued, "I'm not criticizing what they did - there's nothing to say that any one of us could have done better. But in the end, I'm wondering if they asked all the right questions."
"Oh, and there's a reason you didn't have access to those autopsy reports - well, until right now." Abby took another sip of coffee before reluctantly setting it down on the counter beside her, by the plate. With an impish little grin, she reached for the pocket of Gavin's hoodie sweatshirt and helped herself to his reading glasses. "Sorry, completely forgot mine."
Finger and thumb held Gavin's purloined glasses daintily just over her nose as she peered at the tablet in her lap. The fingers of her other hand flew over the screen, that devilish grin disappearing behind a frown of concentration. "There. You should have full access to them." Abby folded Gavin's glasses again with one hand, and tucked them back into his pocket with a small sigh. "The last victim, the one who survived? She didn't go back to 'sleep.' She's pregnant now, and she's keeping it."
"But there's more to the sealing of those records, more than just this girl's 'privacy' - even if that is the official version of the story. Here... If you take a look at the names, you might semi-recognize one. Adrienne Lahan, the third female victim?" She held up her own tablet to Gavin, fingers widening the three dimensional image of a lovely young woman, dark brown hair and green eyes and the kind of beautiful that can even make official identification photographs seem glamorous.
"She was General Lahan's daughter." Abby closed up the screen on her tablet and set it back in her lap, letting her words sink in for a moment before she spoke again. She bit her lip thoughtfully as she looked up to the decent, handsome face of one of the handful of people aboard this ship she genuinely trusted. Some small part of her desperately wanted to confide more of her thoughts about the Copernicus' commander, about Stanford's last words to her before he went to "sleep" himself... No. No, what she brought him now was enough for anyone's plate. Let Gavin make of her words what he would. He'd have plenty on his mind soon enough.
"The autopsy reports though," she said quickly, "Yes, I read them and they didn't tell me anything I couldn't have guessed on my own. There was no sexual assault examination done on the deceased since, until the last woman was attacked? There was zero indication what they were actually dealing with. The unthinkable was out of mind - until it suddenly wasn't - but the dead had already been 'buried at sea,' so to speak."
"Chemistry and toxicology findings all came back the same - these people, in essence, suffocated in their 'sleep' via an overdose of their meds. Now if there's anything awry with the reports themselves?" Abby laughed mirthlessly with a helpless shrug of her shoulders. "I sure don't have anything to offer in that department - that's all you, Gavin."
"But assuming those findings are accurate? Here's what I'm wondering - and hey, I'm just a dumb cop, so take my random musings for what they're worth," she teased with a wink, though yet again, the levity couldn't last long. "We have the benefit of hindsight, and know all five of these people were murdered, that it was no kind of cryobed failure."
"But aren't there supposed to be safeguards on these beds? Correct me if I'm wrong, but every shift that's woken? This isn't simply done by a cryotech walking around with a notepad, flipping a switch and checking off a box. All of this is timed and calculated out, from the meds to the monitoring. No one is ever simply 'accidentally' woken. True, the 'sleep' medications have to be dealt with. But the cryotech Sy Jacobs, the one they executed, would have had the expertise to do that. My question is, how did he get past those safeguards? Past the alarms, without leaving any kind of trace?"
"You're the man who created OLGA. You're the geneticist, the doctor. I can open doors, anywhere you'd care to go from here - well, until I can't," she added meaningfully. "Honest to God, Gavin, I'm hoping there isn't a damn thing to find. Michael's still 'sleeping,' you know... ?" Abby's voice trailed off with the question and she looked away quickly. She blinked a few times, and forced a small smile to her lips that bowed upward but showed no teeth. Abby reached once more for her own cup of coffee, wrapping both hands around the mug tightly as she pulled it close.
Abby took a small, slow sip. God this is amazing coffee... She had no idea how the hell Gavin did it, but his brew was always second to none. The fruits and nuts she brought were entirely for him of course, a "Good Morning Sunshine" gift for a man who had been so good to Michael, endearing himself to Abby. But all she and her lingering headache needed right now, was this unspeakably good hot cup of coffee.
"Please don't get me wrong," she said, swallowing down that mouthful of heaven before she continued, "I'm not criticizing what they did - there's nothing to say that any one of us could have done better. But in the end, I'm wondering if they asked all the right questions."
"Oh, and there's a reason you didn't have access to those autopsy reports - well, until right now." Abby took another sip of coffee before reluctantly setting it down on the counter beside her, by the plate. With an impish little grin, she reached for the pocket of Gavin's hoodie sweatshirt and helped herself to his reading glasses. "Sorry, completely forgot mine."
Finger and thumb held Gavin's purloined glasses daintily just over her nose as she peered at the tablet in her lap. The fingers of her other hand flew over the screen, that devilish grin disappearing behind a frown of concentration. "There. You should have full access to them." Abby folded Gavin's glasses again with one hand, and tucked them back into his pocket with a small sigh. "The last victim, the one who survived? She didn't go back to 'sleep.' She's pregnant now, and she's keeping it."
"But there's more to the sealing of those records, more than just this girl's 'privacy' - even if that is the official version of the story. Here... If you take a look at the names, you might semi-recognize one. Adrienne Lahan, the third female victim?" She held up her own tablet to Gavin, fingers widening the three dimensional image of a lovely young woman, dark brown hair and green eyes and the kind of beautiful that can even make official identification photographs seem glamorous.
"She was General Lahan's daughter." Abby closed up the screen on her tablet and set it back in her lap, letting her words sink in for a moment before she spoke again. She bit her lip thoughtfully as she looked up to the decent, handsome face of one of the handful of people aboard this ship she genuinely trusted. Some small part of her desperately wanted to confide more of her thoughts about the Copernicus' commander, about Stanford's last words to her before he went to "sleep" himself... No. No, what she brought him now was enough for anyone's plate. Let Gavin make of her words what he would. He'd have plenty on his mind soon enough.
"The autopsy reports though," she said quickly, "Yes, I read them and they didn't tell me anything I couldn't have guessed on my own. There was no sexual assault examination done on the deceased since, until the last woman was attacked? There was zero indication what they were actually dealing with. The unthinkable was out of mind - until it suddenly wasn't - but the dead had already been 'buried at sea,' so to speak."
"Chemistry and toxicology findings all came back the same - these people, in essence, suffocated in their 'sleep' via an overdose of their meds. Now if there's anything awry with the reports themselves?" Abby laughed mirthlessly with a helpless shrug of her shoulders. "I sure don't have anything to offer in that department - that's all you, Gavin."
"But assuming those findings are accurate? Here's what I'm wondering - and hey, I'm just a dumb cop, so take my random musings for what they're worth," she teased with a wink, though yet again, the levity couldn't last long. "We have the benefit of hindsight, and know all five of these people were murdered, that it was no kind of cryobed failure."
"But aren't there supposed to be safeguards on these beds? Correct me if I'm wrong, but every shift that's woken? This isn't simply done by a cryotech walking around with a notepad, flipping a switch and checking off a box. All of this is timed and calculated out, from the meds to the monitoring. No one is ever simply 'accidentally' woken. True, the 'sleep' medications have to be dealt with. But the cryotech Sy Jacobs, the one they executed, would have had the expertise to do that. My question is, how did he get past those safeguards? Past the alarms, without leaving any kind of trace?"
"You're the man who created OLGA. You're the geneticist, the doctor. I can open doors, anywhere you'd care to go from here - well, until I can't," she added meaningfully. "Honest to God, Gavin, I'm hoping there isn't a damn thing to find. Michael's still 'sleeping,' you know... ?" Abby's voice trailed off with the question and she looked away quickly. She blinked a few times, and forced a small smile to her lips that bowed upward but showed no teeth. Abby reached once more for her own cup of coffee, wrapping both hands around the mug tightly as she pulled it close.
Oh my goodness yes, baking is definitely Lil's heart! Looking forward to seeing your baker too Lil, and wonderful post from Stella!
Obviously home now, settling in, getting dinner and I'll get to writing her in a moment.
Looking forward to seeing your baker too Lil, and wonderful post from Stella! Obviously home now, settling in, getting dinner and I'll get to writing her in a moment.
DotCom said
That said, there is absolutely no need for this kind of behavior, Grainy.
Or at least not the taunting part...the rest...behave away.
Well Deli did get to one of the other silver foxes first too, had a chat about intimate wear as well, so I guess you can afford to be magnanimous there Dot...
But wow... so much wow this morning. Henry is finally here now, and more Deli and more Hobs too - yeah, the day is starting very nicely! Hope everyone else's is starting just as well!
Fantastic posts, Heroes and Derren, so much fun! Those four characters, Gavin and OLGA, Mowzer and Antoine, make me so glad to have the amazing writers we do in this RP. And totally anticipating yours and Dot's post, Idle - cannot wait to see how this scene plays out! *tension builds!*
Oh, and ladies? I forgot the *smug smile* last I posted - not only did Abby get to lay hands on Mike first? Oh yeah, a little alone time one-on-one with one of the silver foxes too. Abby's life is good...
As for how I'm doing - a bit slow today, but thanks for asking after us, Lil :) I just got back from my morning classes a little while ago, had a few things to take care of before settling in for more studying
And to that, I probably won't have time to write up a post until tomorrow evening to be honest, after I get back from class and taking that icky test. *shakes fist* Darn you responsible adulthood, stealing fun time!
Oh, and ladies? I forgot the *smug smile* last I posted - not only did Abby get to lay hands on Mike first? Oh yeah, a little alone time one-on-one with one of the silver foxes too. Abby's life is good...
As for how I'm doing - a bit slow today, but thanks for asking after us, Lil :) I just got back from my morning classes a little while ago, had a few things to take care of before settling in for more studying
And to that, I probably won't have time to write up a post until tomorrow evening to be honest, after I get back from class and taking that icky test. *shakes fist* Darn you responsible adulthood, stealing fun time!Good morning back at ya (I still have 4 minutes here to say it). Hope you all are having a beautiful day so far - and yeah rental cars! But Lil, I had no idea you were so fond of red...
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