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Blueshift Chapter Seventy (NC-17)
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Wheeeee……
Lilandra
had never felt sick in her entire existence.
Not even when the dreadful virus was sweeping Aerie and so many young
ones died, not when she and her companions had eaten something disagreeable on Dagoola Five[1]
and the two other females had to be on bed rest for three days. She did not like the feeling rising from her
stomach, the sharp cramping mingled with the roiling nausea. She did not even have a name for it at first,
just discomfort. The feelings came in
flashes of color at first, virulent things that made her eyes hurt. Then came the taste,
a bitter and metallic tang on her tongue, filling her mouth. She knew that only a few moments had passed
but it seemed like decades. She could
feel M’kon’s blood drying on her, sticky gobbets that
had pooled in the crease of her elbow and neck, brown-black stains marring the
shimmering whites and blues of her clothing.
She felt tired suddenly, years of fighting and running crashing down on
her shoulders and neck, bowing her head unintentionally before D’ken.
“Finally,”
he smiled, his even white teeth somehow threatening despite the geniality of
his smile. “I really wish you had not
run, Lilandra. It has caused many
problems… I have been away from Aerie
too long, it seems. In my absence, my
subjects are starting to wonder…”
Lilandra looked up sharply, her stance and bearing becoming regal
once again. “My
subjects. They are my subjects.
You stole our world, my birthright…” She
paused as her sister moved to join D’ken, standing
close to him not out of reverence or love but, from her expression and posture,
Lilandra guessed, out of fear. “The
crystal is not to be used, D’ken. You know that. The
stories of our forbearers are not lies…”
She bit back a rush of words and licked her lips, a scuffling near the
door breaking D’ken’s attention away from her. Two guards led in the mutants as she watched,
pushing them down to the floor roughly.
One of the mutants, the youngest one by the looks of things, cried out
sharply and suddenly there were two of him.
A ripple of surprise passed through the small group in the control
chamber. Lilandra stepped forward
hesitantly, her eyes never leaving the human youths. “Kitty,” she said stiffly, for she did not
remember the boy’s name, “what’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing,”
Kitty responded irritably, pushing herself to her feet as Kurt and Rahne helped
Jamie up, leaving his multiple to rise on it’s
own. “He does that when you hit him or he falls or…” She paused, realizing she was maybe saying too
much. “Nothing.” She jerked her ponytail into semblance of
order and stood, ramrod straight, staring down Lilandra.
The Majestrix shifted, not uncomfortable but disconcerted as
her fellow Shi’ar seemed overly interested in the multiple boy. She had no strong feelings one way or the other
about them but she had developed a bond with their leader, their mentor. She felt an obligation towards these young
mutants which both bothered and surprised her.
“D’ken,
you have me now. You have killed my
bodyguard and lifelong companion, you have turned our
own sister against me… Let them go. Release the primitives back to their clan.” She was already trying to think of a plan, a
manipulation to free herself from D’ken. Her sister glared at her, boring into her
very heart with the heat of her eyes. “Why?”
Lilandra asked softly. “Why?”
Rahne
rubbed her sweaty palms on the legs of her jeans. “Kitty, do you know what they’re saying?” she
whispered.
“Why would
I know? When would I have had time to
learn Shi’ar?” she muttered back, watching the exchange between Lilandra and
her siblings.
“Well, you
know everything else… it was worth a shot…”
Rahne sighed and pressed close to Jamie as his multiple vanished into
thin air, sending a ripple of murmurs through the watching Shi’ar. “Should we try and bolt?”
Kurt shook
his head slightly. “That would be very
stupid… I can’t teleport us out
even. I don’t know where we are… for all
I know, we’re in the middle of nowhere or outer space or…” He blinked. “ Add that to the list of things I never thought I’d say.”
Jamie tried
not to look at the Shi’ar who were gesturing and murmuring in his direction. “Or
we could be right over the grounds still…”
He felt like a piece of meat, he decided, at the dog pound. “Rahne…”
She growled
under her breath, a sound which made the Shi’ar draw back, but which she knew
was a mistake as soon as she did it. No
human should make that sound, she remembered. At least no human that was not a
mutant like her. The Shi’ar seemed to
know that. They gripped their staves more tightly, their postures becoming more
defined as aggressive. Lilandra and D’ken were still going back and forth and now, Rahne
noticed, the blood covered female who’s name she did
not know was snapping at them both. “Well,
fuck,” Rahne sighed. “That might have been stupid.”
Kitty
gripped Kurt’s arm tightly, leaving finger marks on the dark blue skin. “I think we should go now. Right now. Immediately.” She did not even finish the words before the
ship lurched roughly and painfully to one side, sending them all sprawling, Shi’ar
and human alike. Kurt rolled to his feet
quickly, clinging to the side of a metal post that seemed to be more decoration
that useful. Kitty grabbed his ankle to
stop her slide towards the control panel, yelping as Jamie and Rahne in turn
grabbed her. “Damn it… Whatever
stabilizes the ship just got wonky,” she gasped. “Ow! Rahne! I need my leg to remain attached
to my body!”
The ship
was pitched at a severe angle, more than forty five degrees, Rahne
decided. “If I let go, Jamie and I will
hit the big shiny metal thing. Big shiny
metal things tend not to be skull friendly,” she panted, trying to pull herself
up further and get closer to the metal post.
Kurt yelped
and shouted something in German that needed little translation, flinging
himself away from the pole and flipping around to grab the side of what seemed
to be a podium mounted monitor. Kitty
screamed and slipped, then slid full speed into the bank of controls below her,
taking Rahne and Jamie with her. “Sorry!”
Kurt blurted. “It got hot…” Indeed, blisters were rising on his palms and
the soles of his feet where they had been in contact with the pole.
Kitty
gasped for breath, the impact with the metal control block knocking the breath
out of her. Somewhere, she heard Rahne
snarl and Jamie cry out sharply. The
lights flickered and went out, only to come back a moment later with a sickly
green glow. She could not catch her
breath, starting as Rahne’s fingers closed on her leg and Jamie’s hand grabbed
her wrist, both of them trying to see if she was okay. Kurt dropped, sliding in a more controlled fashion
towards them, stopping himself just short of hitting her. The control room was
in chaos, orders being barked in Shi’ar and bodies scrambling for footing. Kitty managed to inhale fully, her lungs
aching with the action. “Kurt,” she
whispered sharply, “I’m going to try it…”
“Nein!” He shook his
head frantically. “What if we’re not
somewhere safe?”
“Like this
is safe?” Rahne snapped. “Do it, Kitty… Kurt, just hold on to us. If we’re somewhere…unsafe… teleport us back here…” She swallowed
hard and hoped she was not about to die a cold, painful death. She wanted to cry but she would not let
herself do it. _I will not die with a runny nose, _ she told herself sternly,
looping her ankle around Jamie’s. “Just
do it, Kitty.”
Kitty
nodded, closing her eyes. The ship seemed to shift a bit more, her feeling of
disorientation increasing. “Hold your
breath,” she said finally, inhaling deeply.
She felt Kurt inhale against her and she heard Jamie gasp as he took in
air. Finally, after a few seconds, she
let them fall.
[1] I couldn’t
help the Lois McMaster Bujold reference, lol. It’s from the Vorkosigan
saga.
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