Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2012 9:12:04 GMT -8
It felt like she had been crying for a lifetime, but finally Ahska dried her tears, extracted herself from bed, and forced herself to eat something from the newly installed replicator. No servants were allowed into her room during her period of mourning and they had even removed her pet. Sarnah had said she would look after the little green creature, but it was not the only lifeform Ahska had on her mind. Elsewhere in the compound were her future heirs. They were vulnerable in the amber liquid and Ahska had no way in which to protect them, save for the knowledge that many in the palace were loyal to her. Hopefully that would be enough. She shuddered slightly, drawing a wrap around her shoulders as she padded barefoot to the bathroom.
After a shower, she ran her fingers through her shockingly white hair, then she bound it up tight, off of her face. Opening a drawer in her bedroom, she pulled out a pair of slacks and a short-sleeved shirt. She hugged them to her, remembering how Chloe had left them behind during her last visit. Now, they would serve another purpose. Ahska slipped them on and, for a moment, she stood completely still at the feeling of the odd garment. Never in her life had she worn trousers. It was...freeing. There was no worry in getting caught up in the voluminous folds of a dress.
Turning, she removed a bag from a lower drawer and began filling it with several items from other drawers. When that was done, she moved to the replicator. On a table next to it was a pile of food she had replicated over the course of her solitude. She knew they would be monitoring her replicator use and she had taken care to stockpile non-perishable food gradually. This, she also placed in the bag. Ahska glanced around the room and quietly made her way to an innocuous section of wall. She knew she was still being monitored with the microphone she and Zakhara had found, so all of her movements had been as quiet as possible.
She caressed the solid gem-like stone of the wall in several places and, suddenly, a panel slid backwards, allowing her access to a small tunnel. Inside, she pushed it back in place, the seams disappearing due to the skill of the craftsman who had made the secret exit. It had been created during her mother's life and now it would help her daughter.
~~~
Hours later, Ahska sat in the forest, leaning against a mossy tree, surrounded by the cool darkness as she ate a piece of fruit she had retrieved from her bag. As she ate, she pulled a mini-PADD from a pocket. Tapping on it, she sent a set of coordinates on its way to the recipient.
And, she waited...
Tag Yaxley
After a shower, she ran her fingers through her shockingly white hair, then she bound it up tight, off of her face. Opening a drawer in her bedroom, she pulled out a pair of slacks and a short-sleeved shirt. She hugged them to her, remembering how Chloe had left them behind during her last visit. Now, they would serve another purpose. Ahska slipped them on and, for a moment, she stood completely still at the feeling of the odd garment. Never in her life had she worn trousers. It was...freeing. There was no worry in getting caught up in the voluminous folds of a dress.
Turning, she removed a bag from a lower drawer and began filling it with several items from other drawers. When that was done, she moved to the replicator. On a table next to it was a pile of food she had replicated over the course of her solitude. She knew they would be monitoring her replicator use and she had taken care to stockpile non-perishable food gradually. This, she also placed in the bag. Ahska glanced around the room and quietly made her way to an innocuous section of wall. She knew she was still being monitored with the microphone she and Zakhara had found, so all of her movements had been as quiet as possible.
She caressed the solid gem-like stone of the wall in several places and, suddenly, a panel slid backwards, allowing her access to a small tunnel. Inside, she pushed it back in place, the seams disappearing due to the skill of the craftsman who had made the secret exit. It had been created during her mother's life and now it would help her daughter.
~~~
Hours later, Ahska sat in the forest, leaning against a mossy tree, surrounded by the cool darkness as she ate a piece of fruit she had retrieved from her bag. As she ate, she pulled a mini-PADD from a pocket. Tapping on it, she sent a set of coordinates on its way to the recipient.
And, she waited...
Tag Yaxley