Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 35

Ruma told Ratok that night. It was clear he gave her the same feind happiness to save her. It wasn't long before she was off to sleep.

Ratok pulled out a bottle of ale, and sat at the table. Deon sat across from him. "I am curious." he said looking over at Ratok.

"About what exactly?"

Deon looked over at Ruma.

Ratok followed his stare, "Oh." he almost knew exactly what was to follow. "She got like this last time too."

"What happened then?" Deon feared asking, but wanted to be prepared for what may come from it.

Ratok took a swig, "They were pulled from her arms, very litterally, and sold off in front of her."

"Than why does she still act like this?" Deon said, sounding like he had lost all hope.

Ratok shrugged, "I really wished I could tell you, she just is this way."

"How long do you think she'll have them for?"

"Not long enough." and that was the end of the conversation.

A few weeks had past from that point, things had settled greatly. Ruma hadn't had a unseen attack again, and she slowly started to get the confidence to go to and fro on the compound without worry.

But for the most part she still took Deon with her, keeping him from having to be cooped up all day. Luckily enough for him, outside of a few conversations he over heard, he never had to see anything face to face.

Ruma was very intese on figuring out what happened in Quad 86.

It was then did she start showing the signs of carrying. A brighter glow, a bit more wanting to snack through out the day, even her sense of smell got a bit stronger.

"You went over that file already." Deon said watching Ruma opening one of the screen. He yawned.

"I know I did, but something has to be missing." she signed, then watched him yawn. "Why are you so tired?"

Deon narrowed his brow, "well if you and Ratok had been a bit quiter last night."

"We moved rooms." she said, looking down at the screen again.

"And you still sounded like you were in the same bed, might as well have stayed." Deon rolled his head over, where he could still see her.

"Jealous that we didn't?"

Deon snorted, "You wished I was jealous."

"Perhaps I do." she looked up at him, batting her eyes at him.

He smirked and picked up a brow, "hmm, we'll see."

"You tease me, and that's not nice." she said, sliding a finger over a section of the document to highlight it and enlarge it.

"Oh? It isn't nice is it?" Deon sat up and placed his head on his hand.

"Its not. You should be nice to the one who is expecting."

"I'm not nice to you? Well why is that?"

Ruma's eyes focused on the document, "Well, for starters you haven't kissed me yet."

"Oh, I haven't kissed you yet." Deon stood up and walked over to her, Ruma lifted her head to watch him as he got in real close. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted it up, and came in closer.

Ruma sucked in a breath, as he hovered over her lip. "I guess you don't deserve to be kissed by someone who isn't nice." he just as quickly back away.

Ruma stood there with a slack jaw, than whined and whimpered as he walked away. "Thats rude." she sign over and over.

Deon shrugged guess I'm just rude." he chuckled watching her have to gather her self again. She crossed her arms and humphed.

She went back to the document. Then spoted something she hadn't before. "Here." she jumped and started typing something else in.

"What?"

Ruma pointed, to a tox screen they did of one of the bodies, there was a strange unknown chemical that was spiked, but it was rather low and so she hadn't looked to closely at it before.

"What is that?"

She shook her head in an i don't know fashion. She started running it through one of the databases to see if she could figure out what it was. It kept coming up negative, so she went to the bigger database, the one that was shared through the dark trades and hopefully, it would find something.

Deon watched as the found symbol came up, along with a name of what it was.

Ruma tilted her head, "This is a natural substance." she signed looking up at Deon.

"What is it?"

"It comes from the Loaq, they are a race of aliens that are green and have talons, and this is something they produce in an organ they have. It looks like it was feed to them, this probably caused them to go mental."

"Where would someone get this from?"

"Probably from Bvelpio, he is a very large presence in the dark trades. Vassenhilo has done- alot of work with him." Ruma sat and stared for a moment of sadness than brough herself back to what they were talking about.

"You going to ask Vassenhilo if he did it?"

Ruma shook her head, I am gonna try and trace who put it in, Vassenhilo wouldn't sabatoge a trial experiment on purpose, he would have logged it."

Deon lifted his hands up, "Alright, he didn't do it. Do you have access to the security?"

"Only part of them, and not the back logs."

"How are you going to do that?"

"Seduce the Guard Captian."

"Oi, I don't think Ratok or me would be okay with that." Deon said, crossing his arms.

Ruma looked confused, "Why? You were both okay with it last night?"

Deon felt dumb, "Ratok is the Guard Captian isn't he?"

Ruma nodded. "He'll be back after dark, so I have to wait until then." she continued then grabbed her hand in pain.

"You okay?"

She shook her injured hand and signed with the other yes.

"That is karma for being a brat."

She huffed. Then got onto her next project.