"I can't believe he would do something like that." She was, of course, furious. As a captain she was rarely allowed this level of disorganized emotion. She rarely allowed it of herself. Vox, her second in command, was doing her very best not to be harmed in the ongoing internal conflict. "You know what makes me really furious?" The captain reached out with one of her long limbs to connect with one of the stone walls so that she could momentarily balance all of her weight on something other than her overpaced feet. Vox felt that disregarding the terror of being struck across the face, she would have rolled her golden eyes, an expression that she had picked up from the broadcasted dramas. But instead she shrugged. Vox hadn't said a word for the last twenty or so minutes; she had told the Captain of the scandal and was then forced to watch the proceeding intrapersonal argument. Vox could not understand why the Captain had been so upset. Only later would she begin to realize that something was up.
But right now, Vox was terrified. The Captain's onland quarters didn't help her feelings either. The dark stone walls that had been quarried at one of the poles of the planet, had a perpetual look of damp sogginess to them. It reminded her, through some unforeseen cognitive connection, of the "sickness" that her elders were always talking about but which she knew very little about.
The captain slammed the hand that had been residing on her body into the wall, pushing herself off it. "He was one of Nexis's. Goddamn," Vox hated the use of Earth expressions, "He should have known better." Vox agreed with that statement, and analyzing the captain's face closely, she realized that she was no longer angry, and having a perfect understanding of situational exigency, she slowly backed out of the room into the corridor, too aware that she was still very tense, but very glad she had not seen the captain express sadness.
No comments:
Post a Comment