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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:47 pm
Gray boots thudded dully on the ground, carrying a tall standing professional looking young women down the halls.
One arm was crooked up, holding in it with the screen facing her was a touch screen data pad.
"I'm going to need you to record everything that's said once we get down there, make sure to back it up into the main computer's galactic archives under its date and "Prisoner: 256, cell i4"
She screen flicked across settings as the blond spoke. Hazel eyes glancing over the progress, and was pleased to see that Porygon had set up everything very quickly.
"Good."
Faleen descended into the brig, not for the first time, walking along the rows of mostly empty cells, before she came upon the doors that lead into isolation. A much smaller aria, with fewer numbers of doors in solid walls lining the room.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:57 pm
The guards standing around the Brig recognized Faleen and offered her nods of greeting. Things had been boring down here lately. They were all happy to have such a high profile prisoner to watch.. even if said prisoner wasn't doing much of anything.
When she arrived at Deimos' cell the view inside was a familiar one. Having been on the underground raid with the Galactics, Faleen would no doubt recognize the scene. The Galactic leader was handling the enclosed space about as well as he'd handled the cave. Which wasn't well at all.
He was curled in a tight ball in the corner of the cell, hugging his knees and quietly muttering pi. He was shivering, face turned away from the door.
Different from the raid, was his outfit. Brig processing had seen his flamboyant Galactic uniform removed. He was now wearing a black jumpsuit with a small R on the shoulder. Standard captive clothing. Without his cape he seemed small. Surprisingly small. With no loud costume to compensate for his stature, he was just a tiny thing with a shock of purple hair.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:22 pm
She was not at all surprised to see the Galactic boss, curled away int he corner, complete with the muttering of Pi. It was hard to believe that this was the leader of a highly organized criminal organization, though without his blue haired second, she highly doubted he would be much more then the man shaking before her
"Hm." she hummed lightly to herself from where she was standing in the doorway, before walking further into the cell.
"Your not likely to do much concentrating in here, are you." she spoke, though didn't exactly expect him to hear her.
Reaching down to take a hold of the man's arm in an attempt to get him to his feet, And out our the confined cell.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:47 pm
Deimos was unresponsive to Faleen's voice. He stayed frozen, quietly muttering his numbers. When she touched him, however, he twitched and lifted his head enough to look at her. Processing had taken all of his old uniform. Including his eyepatch. One vibrant pink eye and one cloudy blind eye looked up at Faleen. The blind eye was framed by a jagged scar.
He stared a moment before he seemed to realize what she was doing. She was going to take him out of the small room. Despite struggling to keep calm he started hyperventilating as he latched onto Faleen's arm and allowed her to pull him to his feet. Thankfully he weighed hardly anything, making it easy to maneuver him out of the cell.
Once in the hall he staggered several steps, then broke down crying, still holding Faleen's arm.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:15 pm
She had been the one to bring Deimos down here, and made sure he was processed properly, letting the guards bring him into the cell, So she knew what was beneath the eye patch.
But even so, it was still unusual, for so long the image of Deimos was always partly masked with an eye patch. To see him so small without his Galactic attire, and so raw with his facial scaring was strange.
She stared back down at him with an impassive expression, one that was short lived when she suddenly found him clinging to her arm once she got him to his feet.
"Ah-!" She blinked with arched eyebrows, having not expected that.
But he didn't seem to be trying to fight her, or trying to get away.
She gave a soft frown, but decided that either way it would get him out to where she wanted him.
Faleen was used to working with large metal robotic parts, becasue of her work, and other various skills she was a strong young women, so moving Deimos, even if he didn't weigh next to nothing wasn't a problem.
Aaaannnd then he started crying, on top of clinging to her.
Faleen looked over at him sharply in surprised at first, then looked around at the guards like she had no idea what to do.
The tablet in her other arm flickered a couple of times as the black Porygon pixel within made surprised gestures.
"U Uh- Hey now, aren't you supposed to be a team Boss? What are you doing?" She asked somewhat awkwardly, her brow furrowing and cheeks flushing pink.
Deimos was lead to a larger, better lit room that held a few sets of basic tables and chairs.
It was still underground, and still well secured, seeing as it was in the brig aria.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:24 pm
By all rights Deimos should have been terrified of Faleen. She was involved in his capture and dragged him down here. She'd even presented him to the boss. But she was something to hold onto and he didn't seem inclined to stop. He trailed after her, willing to be led anywhere as long as it wasn't back into the cell. The further they got from the isolation wing the more his hyperventilating quieted down. The crying didn't stop, though.
At Faleen's question about what he was doing he shook his head, choking on tears, "I.. want... Tethys..." He barely managed the words, sounding miserable and terrified.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:30 pm
The opposite shoulder to what Deimos was holding onto sagged slightly as she gave out a sigh.
Goodness, he was a child.
"Well... That's not going to happen." The engineer put plainly, bringing Deimos over to one of the tables, and attempted to shed him off into one of the chairs.
"Sit down."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:37 pm
Deimos eyed the chair apprehensively, tears dribbling down his cheeks. After several long moments he sat down and hugged his arms, sniffling. He looked up at Faleen with wide eyes and mumbled just above a whisper, "When can I leave?" It was hard to believe this was the same voice the Rockets had heard triumphantly broadcast over giant loudspeakers so many times.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:48 pm
The weight was taken off of her arm, and the hand was moved to her hip, peering down at the sniveling man with a mixture of frazzled disbelief.
She almost felt sorry for this man, With as helpless and despairing he was.
But it wasn't hard to remind herself who he was, and what he had done to her team.
"That-" she started, talking a few steps back, calmly walking over to a counter just to the right of their table, grabbing up a bottle of water from a gathering that had been nearly placed there.
"Is not up to me."
The tablet was tucked under her arm as she used both hands to crack the lid of the bottle that was then set it down in front of Deimos.
"That's not what we're going to talk about today."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:55 pm
Deimos didn't look terribly surprised by this response. He let his eyes sink down to the table and rubbed his shoulder where Andre would usually be. When a bottle appeared in front of him he looked at it but didn't pick it up. He didn't seem to have any response for Faleen's prompt. He just waited quietly for her to continue.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 11:13 pm
Oh good, she half expected him to fall into more crying when she said that. But instead, he sat quietly and wilted.
Faleen cocked her head, Hazel eyes slipping away from him as she took her seat across from Deimos.
In the moment of silence while black gloved fingers gently placed the tablet face up on the table, and slid it closer to where Deimos could see what was on the screen.
"I must admit, I'm a fan of your work." She spoke finally, not taking her eyes off of the man.
The screen held a scrolling gallery of what design specs and 3D models of whatever Faleen had been able to discover from encounters with his work.
This ranged from the first mecha Drapion, (who's data was extremely limited due to the fact that the machine had been reduced to nothing) to the G-ball, and lastly the Yanmega Jet, and the jet's power source.
"I've studied Robotics and tech all my life, so I can appreciate the work you do more then most in this facility. Though, No matter what way we look at it, there are aspects of your tech that have always left us stumped... I was hoping you would be able to enlighten me."
Her tone was polite, and calm, as if she was talking to any normal person.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 11:25 pm
Deimos watched the images on the screen, blinking. Tears were still slipping down his cheeks. His brow furrowed and he looked from the tablet to Faleen. "I'm..... not supposed to talk to Rockets about my inventions.." He answered quietly. No doubt in the aftermath of the cave mission, Tethys had reminded Deimos that elaborating on his creations to the enemy was a bad idea. Whether or not he'd normally act on that advice was questionable, but in light of the day's events and what had happened the last time he went against Tethys' instructions, he seemed inclined to follow his Second-in-Command's advice very closely now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 1:21 am
"I see..." her voice trailed off in a tone of mild disappointment.
"I am sorry to hear that, believe it or not I've quite looked forward to this opportunity." Everything about it sounded, and by all rights, was genuine.
She reached one hand out to slide her tablet back toward her. "I do hope you would reconsider."
She looked down at the flat screen as she slid her gloved fingers over the surface, tilting her head to the side.
"...Julian- I believe it is? This is the only reason I'm permitted to be here... If you don't want to talk to me, then I don't have any reason to stay, and you'll just go back to your confinement."
The blond explained to him.
She waited for his reply, head drifting back up slowly to watch his expressions from under her arched brow.
Faleen would hate to end it here so quickly, but if he wasn't going to cooperate, then maybe some more time in his cell will help to convince him. She could always try again a different day.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:19 am
Deimos eyed Faleen uncertainly when she used his name, but he didn't correct her. At the threat of going back into the cell his eyes widened and he gripped the edge of the table, breathing quickly, "No! I can't go back in there please don't put me back in there!!" He sounded desperate and horrified. He'd started hyperventilating again as he looked back at the tablet in Faleen's hands, "I- I'm not supposed to, I don't.."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 9:52 am
Faleen held a hand up in a calming gesture.
"Calm down, calm down. Look, I'm not here to try and hurt you-" She hadn't been ordered such a thing, and it would seem counter productive at this point.
It was a good thing he was claustrophobic.
"-And your more then welcome to sit in here, so long as I'm with you, and so long as you make it worth my time to stay here."
She put on a more light hearted smile, being the polite young women her mother raised her to be.
"Look, This is one engineer to another if you take away the uniforms," she placed a hand over the red R on her chest. "Then you just have two people who love technology."
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