It wasn’t long after Billy left that Gerrick entered with two nurses following him talking at him more than too him about how the patients couldn’t be moved yet. Mal and dean looked back and greeted him warmly. But the atmosphere he brought with him seemed to kill the mood faster than he killed alliance soldiers. Natalia of coarse didn’t feel it but anyone who knew Garrick well could tell how he was feeling even with a mask covering his face.
“Mal you and Nat gotta come with me were headin to the Hypocratis.” Gerrick said in his gruff voice as he tossed them both their gear.
"I told you sir they can’t leave until…”one of the nurses began
“Stuff it lady these are captains orders he needs to head out that way and doasn’t want Nat to be unprotected.” Garrick cut her off. She stiffened with offense at being told to shut up but garrick had a way of breaking peoples train of thought.
“Wait wait. Why can’t we just stay hear. The Silverhold hospital is just as safe as anywere else besides we got both myself and dean hear she should be safe enough shouldn’t she?” Mal asked slightly confused.
“Oh ya real safe a half dead marine, and a guy who passes out when he take ten steps away from her, That’s not exploitable at all!” Gerrick said sarcasticly. Mal bristled a little at the jab. Gerrick seemed to be in a worse mood than usual, maby he had run out of pain meds or something. “Besides the captain said somthin about needin to keep people close right now.”
“Hell man you gonna look a gift horse in the mouth just go with em its a chance to get outa this goram hospital bed.” Dean urged Mal.
“Look you wanna argue? argue with the captain we’re on a tight schedual” Mal sighed, as they spoke Billinda could be hurrying back with a nice cold flyboy! if he left now…
“fine.” Mal said picking up his bundle of belongings
“Did somthing happen?” Natalia asked excitedly. “are we going to rescue someone else or..?”
“Gear, door, NOW!” Gerrick ingected making her swallow the rest of her sentence. Mal kinda wished he could shut her up like that. then again he wasn’t 7 feet tall with a voice that sounded like the rasping of a thousand smokers. “See ya Dean when this Issue is dealt with we’ll talk,” His mood seemed to warm up a bit “We havent got the chance to sit down and drink together in a while it would be good.” With that Garrick walked out the door, Mal and Natalia said their goodbyes and followed. As Mal left Dean gave him the ‘keep me updated’ gesture, Mal nodded.
The Scene on the Issabella was a dark one. Lucian sat with Sarah on the bed of the Captains quarters gently holding her to his chest as she shivered and clung to him as if letting him go would cause her to plummet through the floor. Lucains face was grim, frightfully grim. In the medical bay the clone commander, Lucky was stable but not improving, Renevae was tending to her as Sarahs eyes were to swollen for her to see properly out of. Lucain had cleaned some of the blood off Sarahs face and tended to her wounds but she was still in rough shape, Large purple bruises were forming all over her arms, legs and upper torsoe There was a large cut on the small of her back where a jackknife had carelessly jabbed while cutting clothing. The mechanical part of her legs were bent and broken in various areas it was unlikely that she could walk too far without them being irreparably damaged. She had fought long and she had fought hard but now her body was paying the price for such resistance. Lucian quietly blessed Lucky if she hadent arrived when she had…Sarah would have been much worse. Rage boiled within Lucian, White hot embers of fury stoked by each injury he saw each wimper that escaped Sarahs lips. Their would be death for this, He already had tic tok analyzing the blood sample on the screw driver that they had pryed from Sarahs hand, Lucian would find these creatures and there would be no mercy for them. When mal and Natalia got on board. They were disallowed from entering the captains quarters and were only allowed to talk to Lucian through the com on the door.
“Alright Lucian what the hell is going on?” Mal demanded through the console he was more than a little aggravated at the treatment he was getting at this point.
“Sarah has been injured I am takeing her to see weaver aboard the Hypocratis. Natalia is being sought by the blue lotus so I can’t leave her alone while I go off world and since you are bonded to her throught the force you had to come.” Lucain stated quietly through the com. He sounded…dangerous. What the hell had happened!? Fed up he asked just that.
“Lucian What happened?”
“For the love of god man need I explain every action I am makeing? I am sorry for keeping you in the dark and draging you along on this. If I had any other choice I would let you stay on silverhold but for now I ask you please no more questions just trust me!” A long silence followed.
“Fine, I’ll go along with it though isn’t the hypocratis on rout here? How are you going to meet up with them?” Mal realized that that was a question but he was sure Lucain had ment only questions about why not how.
“I have already contacted them and given the coordinates that we will meet at. the Issabella will travel to the same point dock with the Hypocratis and the hypocratis will then continue its coarse from there to Angle. By my estimate we will end up meeting the Hypocratus 7 days earlier than if we simply waited for it to arrive on Angle” Lucian Replied. Mals mind reeled at what type of calculations must have been involved in that plotting but then again he was alsoe talking to a man who did astrogation in his head who knows what he could do with the aid of a computer.
“Alright I’ll leave ya alone then.” Mal said turning away from the computer. “Common Natalia Lets go see if the ship has anything to eat on it” Natalia, Mal noticed, was being abnormaly quiet. Perhaps it was the tone of voice that Lucian had used over the com or the feeling in the air but she was simply looking around the room without a sound. They went down deck to sit with Garrick Harren and Koth in the mess hall.
After an indeterminate amount of time Sarah finally spoke “The babies.” she said in a quavering voice.
“I can sense them, I am force sensitive remember? They are both alive and Weaver will look at them when we arrive” Lucian assured her. A sigh of relief came from her at that, and he prayed to any deities still left in the verse that he was right. “their mother did a good job protecting them” She looked up at him through her swollen eyes for a second, then a sob escaped her.
“I was so scared Lucian. I…They…”
“shhhh” Lucain stroked her hair with one hand and held her close with the other. He had never seen Sarah so distraught before. The fury threatened to rise up again but he squelched it. Not now. Now he needed to be there for her. Not go on some anger driven quest for revenge. So they sat, Sarah weeping into his shoulder as he quietly tried to comfort her until her tears stoped coming.
“Lucian?” She said after a long silence
“Yes,love?” Lucain replied gently
“could you play something for me on your violin? I really want something else to think about right now.” She almost whispered
“Of coarse, my dear what would you like to hear?”
“Anything so long as your playing it.” She answered. Lucain nodded and leaned over to his desk pulling out the ornate Violin case. Pulling the beautiful maple instrument out he carefully tightened and rezined the bow, nestled the Voilin under his chin and began to play. Careful all the while not to break contact with Sarah. On cue the faux fireplace lit up quietly and the internal lighting softened so that the firelight could creat its warm rustic ambiance as opposed to the harsh white lighting. He played a slow comforting tune A Lilacian Lullaby he had learned long ago from his father. As the notes gently peeled off the strings he felt Sarah begin to relax a little, he closed his eyes and kept playing, losing himself in the music and letting its gentle caress carry them away if only for a little while. While drifting with the melody his mind began to wander and take him through the events of the past few weeks. the past few days had shaken him So much deciete so much tragedy it was as if the verse itself was testing his friends bonds to each other. He remembered the look on Eriks face when they had entered that ridiculous “tribunal” The beaten weary look of a man who shouldered all the worlds wrongs without a second thought and then realized painfully that he was only human. The mantel of leadership the site of his people and wife starving, The burden of a good-willed heart faced with impossible choices. The Violins melody shifted into ‘will of the heart’ A tune he had learned on Whitefall from a farmer As if filtering through images in a slideshow Lucians mind moved on to the next face, Bilindas. The look of abject terror at the site of dean being tortured. the strong face she had worn the whole time as she tried to move the verse itself to bring him back safely. The strong face that hid an already reeling phyce and heart beaten by hurt, betrayal, worry, guilt. Then the fury that crossed it when Erick and Victer argued with her about the cyfers. The remorse in her eyes when she finally killed Archtoro. Remorse! It was a tragedy that Such a gentle soul was caught in this ugly conflict. Forced to do things that tormented her so. The tune of his Strings changed again. this time to a song called ‘Melodies of life’ a song a musician from Ariel had taught him in exchange for passage out of the core. Sarah was resting against him now, Her breathing becoming steady. Katria was next in that current of images the pain in her eyes when fate placed her in the position of choosing between her men and her best friend. The shock when Victor had told her she would be court marshaled for following her heart, The confusion and lose when her father was shot by that same best friend. Confusion, toumiol, death, it was taking over all their lives and now fate was trying to tear them all apart denying them the support of each other. One final face drifted into his mind as he played on. A face of calm compassion, a young face. His tune changed to one he had been taught by an old man he had met on three hills. ‘Rain’ Why? Why had she had to die? He had seen so many friends die, so many tragedies, so many comrades cut down by this ridiculous war and yet the death of that pure orphan child… She had always been there since that first day on the Isseballa when he had first met Noir. through all the violence and all the chaos those determined blue eyes had only shone brighter with caring and compassion quietly encouraging everyone to be strong and move forward. Even her final moments She only cared for those around her, selflessly throwing her life aside to save everyone from that wretched darkness. He could already feel Noir’s distress through the link they shared, something had happened, Something terrible, or maybe it was her concern for Sarah, now she would return to find out that Rain was gone, the verse was a cruel place to those it so loved to punish.
“Thats why I am here” he said quietly “To be there when they need me.” He looked down at Sarah who was now sleeping, lulled by the comforting touch and the soft music, her hand still held a death-grip on his shirt but she was otherwise as relaxed as someone in her condition could be. He brought his last song to a close and replaced the instrument in its case. Gently He shifted her onto the bed and lay next to her, Softly cradling the young queen in his embrace. He felt the ship shudder as it entered hyperspace. “I’m sorry Sarah. I am sorry I let something like this happen to you. I swear I will do everything In my power to make sure it never happens again” he said. He kissed her forehead and focused all his will on healing her until sleep final took him.