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Gautrine's eyes were blinking open as the ship, (assumedly) controlled by Sara, gently landed in one of the Bowdn owned dock stations. Gautrine startled slightly, until she recognized the surroundings. The Bowdn logo, prominently on the wall, caused her to momentarily pause. She stared at it a moment, before opening up the ship and climbing out.

"Sara," She said, the moment her boots hit the ground. Gautrine assumed the AI held some kind of connection to the Bowdn building, as she seemed to with all the others in the past. "Sara, I need you to talk to the earth military. The stone is in control, not Lankin. I think Lankin's dead. They're going to be attacking Jishara, and we need to stop that attack."

Even as she filled Sara in, Gautrine's mind was focused elsewhere, barely paying attention to whether Sara was responding or not. She kept a swift walk as she talked, heading down the stairs of the docking station with increasing speed. "He thinks I'm dead. God, he thinks I'm dead."

By the time she was out of the building, she was at a full out run. No longer listening to Sara, or anyone else for that matter, as she focused on getting to the penthouse.

((Indeed. And I hear it all comes to a head on Dec. 11, 2012. o.o))

Nothing happened and no one responded, but there was a low murmur of voices in the hallway.

Pen was raggedly out of breath by the time she reached the penthouse elevator. It took her a second to hold still enough for the eye scan, but in a quick blink the elevator was moving and just as quickly it was done. The speed efficiency of the elevator always surprised her in the past, though for the first time she felt it had taken forever. She was through the doors before it finished opening.

She was part leaning on the double-door entrance of the penthouse as she pushed the door open. "Jarred?" She asked, her voice not much louder than a whisper as she continued to catch her breath. "Shanra, you troublesome man, where are you?" She pulled herself away from the door, stepping into the penthouse she still considered home, despite that it had seen her absence for a good eight months or so.

Gautrine moved into the main room, where she'd once thrown chairs and even the couch at Jarred, during a fit of rage over her mechanical arm and a practical joke. She closed her eyes briefly, following with a whisper. "Be all right, Jarred, please."

Gautrine started up her search again, picking things up and arranging them as she moved through the penthouse. She made no notice to her two intact arms,other than the occasional sensation of a living arm where none had been for over a year. The only sign left of her death experience the ragged remains of her heartstone braid (the one that overshadows the left eye) which had been sliced off by the man who had called for her death. Even her clothes had been replaced. The old ones, too singed and bloodstained to be usable, had been switched out before she'd been sent back to earth for a kore issued uniform similar to what she used to wear.

Other than the braid, Gautrine held nearly an identical appearance to the day that she and Jarred first met, the day he overthrew her battleship and kidnapped her, stuffing the both of them into a ship that was built for holding only one.

((Of course, the day the world ends.))

Svarly let out a ragged sigh and leaned back, ignoring the image of herself. She didn't care. Whatever these people wanted, she didn't honestly care. She brushed a hand up into her braids, hoping the rainbow haired girl had taken care of Gautrine's funeral. She had seemed the nicer one of the bunch. Svarly closed her eyes, turning inward to focus on nothing rather than watch the scene before her.