Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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*As she stands next to TRM, quietly watching Sparky clear what seems like a ton of debris from where they stand to the place the craft is docked, Washie whips around upon hearing a gut-wrenching cry of despair from something not quite human.
Their new friend McQ has found somebody close to him, and worse, has LOST her too. The body of his beloved is cradled in his arms, her long oak-colored hair rivals the gleam of his metal arms as he carries her, one small pale hand waves sadly as he ponderously steps out of the common room, heading down the hall to points unknown, looking for burial where there is none to be had.
Squeezing TRM's arm, she asks, "Sparky'll be a few minutes longer, TRM, I'll be back in less time than that. Stay, yes?" Not awaiting a reply, she rushes out the door following McQ, figuring this might be a job for her as ship's counselor, although lacking SimonWho's approval, she isn't technically employed yet.
Catching up with McQ easily assisted by still-winged feet, she calls out to him and skids to a halt as he does.
Staring up into his faceplate, Washie plumbs the depths of his mind, brushing past the dagger-like pain and want in the man, clearing a pathway to soothe where she can, heal where he is ready to allow it. Unlike Jadehand's tortured psyche from earlier, this cyborg is made of more easily healed stuff.
"Hey. It was beautiful, what you two had, Honey. 'Twould be easy to let the fact of your finding her and losing her again like this kill your chances of making a new life. Feel your pain, don't fight it, but know this for true: If you let it, the time will come when you will smile when you think of her, instead of wanting to weep. I promise, okay?"
She watches a tear streak down McQ's cheek to plop with a ping on his armoured torso. Looking down at the creature's large feet, Washie steps up onto his "instep" and hugs him and his sweetheart, tucking her head under his chin, her cheek against his cold metal shoulder. Taking off her outer robe, Washie gently lays it over the lifeless woman's body, tucking it carefully over the pale battle-streaked but still lovely face.
"The medlab's that way, my Friend," she points down the corridor. "Take her there and lay her down, McQ. We'll get her a proper burial, I promise, after the living are seen to. Will you trust me?"
McQ nods and strides heavily off toward the medlab, glad to have direction from a friend. Washie flies back to TRM just in time to see him begin striding towards the spectre of a craft attached to their home like a parasitic mushroom to the base of a Sequouia. She moves into step beside him, gathering power along the way, hands clenched tight, holding it in in case they need it, all her mind's considerable reading impulses tuned toward what's ahead of them.
McQ approaches the medlab with his deceased companion, but can't quite bring himself to take her into the room. He slides against the wall, making a nasty metallic screeching noise until he's sitting on the floor of the corridor holding his sweetheart's lifeless body close to his. He looks around and realizes he's alone.
"How could I let this happen?" he asks quietly as if she could hear him. "I should've found a way out for both of us. This is not right ... you had too much to live for ... had I known you'd be involved with this horrible battle I'd have tried to protect you."
He holds her gently and rests her head against his cold metallic shoulders. "I wish I could feel you more. These limbs don't let me touch as if they were my own." He kisses her softly on the lips although he knows she can't feel them. "Rest peacefully, Krysten Renae." He stands while supporting her body and carries her into the medlab, resting her body on a nearby bed. Turning to the medical officer and again says "She deserves proper burial." He sits beside her and holds her lifeless hand.
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