Maneuvering the ship was easier than expected. She'd spent all of her flight hours with little to no assistance in terms of yaw, pitch and roll controls. The same also applied to throttle control where it was harder to raise and reduce speed. This ship had a nervous touch to the throttle but everything else was calibrated and assisted.
Placing the ship leveled with one of the main gates, she awaited final authorization to leave the hangar. The makou gas signal light went from red to green thus opening the gate. As they were three quarters open, she gently pushed the throttle lever forward exiting the hangar. With enough clearance on her starboard and port sides, she sent out the final clearance signal to TPAA control tower. Upon clearing the threashold, she flipped the switch activating the Airship PING system displaying the current location of all registered airships in the area.
"Ok miss Sinclair, I need you to bring the ship along side the Torregiano beacon." said the Examiner.
Looking through the port hole above her head, she adjusted the speed on the lift engines allowing the ship to level with the beacon.
"Is that close enough?" asked Reina.
"A little too close but good enough." said the Examiner as he scribbled on his notepad.
"Now, I will give you a list of coordinates to reach in a set amount of time for each one. You will explain each one of your actions before reaching the objective. Do you understand?" said the Examiner.
Reina took a moment before responding.
"Yes, I understand."
The Examiner began with his first set of coordinates.
No Breadcrumbs
It was the next day – or at least Sanria thought it was – truly, it
could have been any day in any of the spans of time, forward or
backward, for perpetuity. She sat in the Jacuzzi once more, watching
the bubbles come from the jets as the healer worked on her shoulder
muscles – lifting her arm, tsking, and examining. She was lost in the
multitudinous thoughts until the knock at the door. A simple sound and
she was back in folded dimensions, blurred just like the bubbles of her
bath. Her next recollection was laying on the floor while Throm
harangued the healer.
Sanria’s mind slogged ahead – faces popping up to be replaced with others, all while she sat right in the same place. It was as though time had absolutely no purpose, meaning, reason, or order, and it sped with violent force in her head. Through this fragmented mess, Sanria managed to tell Throm what she could of finding Visha in the cavern. When the questions turned to the location of the rift, however, Sanria shut down. So long as she didn’t talk, Throm would never know. He would never be lost. He would never be hurt.
Sanria’s mind slogged ahead – faces popping up to be replaced with others, all while she sat right in the same place. It was as though time had absolutely no purpose, meaning, reason, or order, and it sped with violent force in her head. Through this fragmented mess, Sanria managed to tell Throm what she could of finding Visha in the cavern. When the questions turned to the location of the rift, however, Sanria shut down. So long as she didn’t talk, Throm would never know. He would never be lost. He would never be hurt.
Bathing on the Bastion
She couldn’t escape. All of Sanria’s limbs had withered while in
stasis – her legs and arms were so thin they could scarce support her
weight, and even that was dangerously low. “Please… make it stop… Make
it stop!” In her mind, flashes of Visha’s ship combined with flashes of
her own ship and flicked back in time to flashes of her own ship. None
of it made any sense – only that this certainly had to mean danger.
Throm carried her into his ship amidst her protests. She tried to chant herself into believing it would all be alright – but it was barely working. Panic sat at the edges of her mind, toying with the threads of her sanity. Amidst Throm’s questioning – his face became mixed with so many from her past. She couldn’t keep any of it straight… he was Throm, then Tarran, then Colin, then Visha, then Thasmudyan, then Havok, then Sandorin…
“What is this dimension of which you speak?” Throm and his voice cut into her mind’s dissimulation.
“No. No. I won't tell you. I won't have anyone go there. I won't. You'll die. If you don't have Colin... or Visha...” And it was true, without a guide, Throm would be as good as lost.
They both argued until Sanria could take no more. There was no further discussion as Throm led Sanria to the bathing hall and the healer on the ship. Throm excused himself as Sanria dropped her robes to the floor. She had no shame, no cares of how she might appear. In the water she watched the turbulent bubbles as the healer looked her over in absolute silence. In her mind, Sanria was here, then in the Illuminati clan Jacuzzi, then home in her tub, then here again…
Throm carried her into his ship amidst her protests. She tried to chant herself into believing it would all be alright – but it was barely working. Panic sat at the edges of her mind, toying with the threads of her sanity. Amidst Throm’s questioning – his face became mixed with so many from her past. She couldn’t keep any of it straight… he was Throm, then Tarran, then Colin, then Visha, then Thasmudyan, then Havok, then Sandorin…
“What is this dimension of which you speak?” Throm and his voice cut into her mind’s dissimulation.
“No. No. I won't tell you. I won't have anyone go there. I won't. You'll die. If you don't have Colin... or Visha...” And it was true, without a guide, Throm would be as good as lost.
They both argued until Sanria could take no more. There was no further discussion as Throm led Sanria to the bathing hall and the healer on the ship. Throm excused himself as Sanria dropped her robes to the floor. She had no shame, no cares of how she might appear. In the water she watched the turbulent bubbles as the healer looked her over in absolute silence. In her mind, Sanria was here, then in the Illuminati clan Jacuzzi, then home in her tub, then here again…
All in a days fun
Imitidoras walked slowly down the street, seemingly without a care in the world. Indeed, he stopped at various merchant carts and browsed wares, smiled at passerbys and made polite conversation to those who approached him. How he loved the calm before the storm.
He couldnt stop giggling at the thought of what these stupid cattle would be doing in only an hours time.
He slowly turned the corner at a large intersection and there before him lay his target. The Westbridge Pre-School for Exceptional Children. Ah, he thought, if this doesnt get the Filthy Hearts out en masse then I dont know what will.
He continued to giggle as he walked slowly through the front door, barring it from the inside. Moments later the tormented screams of staff and children alike rang out through the early morning like music to the ears of the deranged, psychopathic, and maniacal.
Within minutes, to any who were observant, blood could be seen seeping out from under the front door...
He couldnt stop giggling at the thought of what these stupid cattle would be doing in only an hours time.
He slowly turned the corner at a large intersection and there before him lay his target. The Westbridge Pre-School for Exceptional Children. Ah, he thought, if this doesnt get the Filthy Hearts out en masse then I dont know what will.
He continued to giggle as he walked slowly through the front door, barring it from the inside. Moments later the tormented screams of staff and children alike rang out through the early morning like music to the ears of the deranged, psychopathic, and maniacal.
Within minutes, to any who were observant, blood could be seen seeping out from under the front door...
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