Boundless

By a Thread

"Lar'jar... how the test is going?", the Girl's tone calm. And quite low.

The Medic had that air of concern about him, but focused on the task at hand. A beacon was placed in front of her, and he was making adjustments to the device.

"Almost there", his biomask relayed. Not much after he nodded at her.

"Alright... soooo...", setting the freaking translation beacon was a simple process, but testing - and training her how to use it - was somewhat time consuming.

Lance had never been so conscious about the volume of her voice in her whole life.

"I think it will be the first time I will see you without the predator mask. What is your eye color?"

"My eye color?", his mask echoed in English.

"Yes", and nodded. Whispering.

The beacon translations were no louder than her whole voice.

"I favor my mother, in that regard. Mine are bright yellow. You will see".

"Just... you guys must think I'm yelling all the time like a crazy person", she sighed.

"Please, do avoid slang", he mildly scolded her, for the 4th time. "Oomans are a loud species. Your craziness has nothing to do with it..."

"Seriously dud... sir! Seriously, sir?"

"That's better. Now do remember to behave yourself.".

"I was in the military", she pursed her lips. After her terrible displays of temper and petulance, she could not fault Lar'jar.

***

Hours. Obviously. Why would it be different? Hours of being questioned left the Girl energy quite reduced.

She had been trained for these situations - for integorrations, and even torture. However, she knew that would not be the case, not today, anyway.

Being grilled by her command was gruesome for this exact reason: they knew exactly how well all Black Ops could manage. Hiding, redirecting, manipulating. Being captured was always a possibility, and those agents would die before giving up their secrets. Well, Lance surely would.

Besides, Lance was well aware that she had to be on her best behavior, otherwise Ah'kaedh would pay for whatever consequence in her place.

Two Enforces, assisted by their own crew: the interrogatory should be nearing its end, and the Girl was showing clear signs of tiredness.

Certain things could not be avoided, not after Lance's 'news'. Ah'kaedh had to share what he knew, and not allow the other to 'interview' her would cause more problems than the alternative.

Her tiredness was eating at Ah'kaedh, but she had promised she would ask for a break when needed.

(She needed to undergo therapy to recover her pulmonary capacity to its full extent after the shots. In other words: she tired faster now).

Ah'kaedh traveled mostly alone, which was allowed, but not advisable. If he had a pack, there would be no need for assistance.

In any case, his ship size kinda matched his needs. It could house a small group, but the other two Enforcers had more space.

Kivar, the Enforcer hosting both groups (Ah'kaedh's and the other Enforcer's), had barely spoken for the entirety of those hours. He left the questions for his second in command.

Lance was using a device to translate their conversation - the one she had been setting earlier. The beacon would project her words in their language for the whole room, and feedback a piece attached to her ear. Said piece was fixated to her right ear, what she could only describe as an ear cuff.