Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 10:57:15 GMT -8
Georgia knew that Yolanda wasn't best pleased with Hunter's attitude when she turned and summoned the surrounding scientists to get back to work. She looked up at his troubled face and sighed slightly.
"Georgia..."
She could tell from his voice, his body language and his aura that she'd made her point. He stepped closer to her, and for a minute she was back in the past, in a world where that might have meant something.
"There is a reason why the steroids worked on our officers and eventually failed on the Pewdin. It's targeting them genetically." He gave her a hard look. "I know the markers like I know the back of my hand. They're altered, yes, but there's no mistaking it."
Georgia frowned. She didn't really know the particulars of the problem he was working on, but she didn't need to know details to understand the implications of the something targeting someone else's genetics.
"But that means-"
"The Therys have my data and there's only one way they could have obtained it."
Her mouth felt very dry all of a sudden as Hunter finished her sentence.
Colt.
She still had nightmares about him, from time to time. She'd rationalised most of the traumatic events in her life to the point where they didn't cause her sleepless nights anymore, but Colt... he was something else. She wasn't sure which part scared her more; the charming smile or the psychopathic interior.
Probably that they were combined in the same human embodiment of evil.
"So I will go back to my quarters, but you know I will not sleep."
Well, it made a bit of sense of his erratic behaviour, at any rate. He always had held himself so responsible for the ramifications of his discovery. It reminded her a little of the scientist Nobel, so driven into guilt and madness by the dastardly applications of the gunpowder he had created for good that he created the peace prize to try and find some atonement. She didn't suppose he ever did, and she worried that Hunter never would, either.
"I understand," she said softly, looking up to try and meet his eyes, though he seemed to be stubbornly refusing to do so. What was he scared of seeing, she wondered?
He walked off and she sighed deeply, walking back over to Yolanda.
"His determination and dedication to solutions are both his most admirable trait and his greatest undoing, I think," she said, ruefully, as she sat down next to the Commander. "I know he seems beyond eccentric, but deep down he's driven by the same worries as the rest of us."
She shook her head and looked at the computer screen.
"I can help you modify the programme to speed that up, if you like," she offered. "The comparison algorthim just needs a bit of tweaking."
Tag: @yolanda / End Georgia
"Georgia..."
She could tell from his voice, his body language and his aura that she'd made her point. He stepped closer to her, and for a minute she was back in the past, in a world where that might have meant something.
"There is a reason why the steroids worked on our officers and eventually failed on the Pewdin. It's targeting them genetically." He gave her a hard look. "I know the markers like I know the back of my hand. They're altered, yes, but there's no mistaking it."
Georgia frowned. She didn't really know the particulars of the problem he was working on, but she didn't need to know details to understand the implications of the something targeting someone else's genetics.
"But that means-"
"The Therys have my data and there's only one way they could have obtained it."
Her mouth felt very dry all of a sudden as Hunter finished her sentence.
Colt.
She still had nightmares about him, from time to time. She'd rationalised most of the traumatic events in her life to the point where they didn't cause her sleepless nights anymore, but Colt... he was something else. She wasn't sure which part scared her more; the charming smile or the psychopathic interior.
Probably that they were combined in the same human embodiment of evil.
"So I will go back to my quarters, but you know I will not sleep."
Well, it made a bit of sense of his erratic behaviour, at any rate. He always had held himself so responsible for the ramifications of his discovery. It reminded her a little of the scientist Nobel, so driven into guilt and madness by the dastardly applications of the gunpowder he had created for good that he created the peace prize to try and find some atonement. She didn't suppose he ever did, and she worried that Hunter never would, either.
"I understand," she said softly, looking up to try and meet his eyes, though he seemed to be stubbornly refusing to do so. What was he scared of seeing, she wondered?
He walked off and she sighed deeply, walking back over to Yolanda.
"His determination and dedication to solutions are both his most admirable trait and his greatest undoing, I think," she said, ruefully, as she sat down next to the Commander. "I know he seems beyond eccentric, but deep down he's driven by the same worries as the rest of us."
She shook her head and looked at the computer screen.
"I can help you modify the programme to speed that up, if you like," she offered. "The comparison algorthim just needs a bit of tweaking."
Tag: @yolanda / End Georgia