At last

Chapter Thirty Eight

??? Point of view

She had no clue how to work this machine, only familiar with the steering wheel in her hands, the pedal below her foot that made it go forward and the pedal beside it that brought it to a halt, along with the ignition. Skaikru and their odd technology. She much preferred the steadiness of a horse over this loud, vibrating beast.
Stealing the rover out from under Bellamy and Clarke's noses had been easier than she had expected. She had just waited in a tree overlooking the clearing of the old campsite, using whatever resource at her disposal to toss into the bushes to fool them into thinking it was some kind of animal. She made a break for the vehicle, fumbling with the controls a little until the machine whirred to life, and she took off.
The events that she had witnessed between Bellamy and Clarke that night had only fuelled her anger, her hatred. It fuelled her motivation, her drive to complete this task. She gave the rover more gas, flying through the wasteland. She needed to reach her destination as quickly as possible.
Then, after what had felt like ages but was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, she saw the forest ahead of her, the hill where she remembered Clarke's old camp to be looming shadowed in the distance.
Eligus territory.
Her gaze settled on the large ship in the distance, nestled in the green trees and sticking out like a sore thumb.
Her goal.
She slowed down when she finally reached the forest, navigating through the trees with the best of her ability.
Finally, she reached the clearing around the massive ship. Turning off the rover, she hopped out and took in the sight of the ship. It was even bigger up close, but she refused to be intimidated by a piece of metal.
Striding up to the large door, she halted. The door was above ground level. She couldn't get up to it.
Frustrated, she yelled, "Hey! I wish to speak with your Commander!"
Silence.
Feeling like a fool, she took the nearest rock and hurled it at the door. It thudded satisfyingly against the metal.
Still silence.
Letting out a growl and beginning to retreat to think of a different way to get their attention, she was halted by the groan of metal coming from the ship.
She huffed in satisfaction. Finally, something was happening.
Suddenly, a large ramp began to unfold from the door to the ground, and she had to sprint out of the way to avoid it. As the ramp touched the ground, the door hissed open, revealing a blinding white light that she had to squint against.
Two figures stepped out of the light and began striding down the ramp towards her.
The leader, an armed feminine looking figure dressed in a padded radiation suit, spoke to her, her voice crackling from the suit, "Why are you here? Are there others with you?"
She shook her head, "No, I am alone. I come to you in peace. I wish to speak with your Commander."
"About?" A taller figure spoke up, his voice sounding strange. His skin glistened as the light reflected off of it, his featureless face seeming to be inspecting her closely.
So, Clarke wasn't lying. There were actual robots here.
She narrowed her gaze at him, "I bring news that she would find important. That is all I wish to say."
The woman in front of her sighed, signalling to the robot and beginning to speak into her radio. The robot patted her down, searching for weapons. He found nothing that alerted him, and he nodded to the woman.
They formed a single file line, the woman in front of her and the robot in the back, as they escorted her through the ship.
They weaved through multiple rather dull-looking corridors, and sometimes she caught glimpses of large, decorated rooms that she assumed the Eligus people had gatherings or celebrations in. A lot of people mingled in those rooms, and she even saw a group of children running around in one of the rooms.
Finally, the hall opened wider, and they were met with a door guarded by two heavily armoured robots. The door was bigger than the others that she had seen on the ship.
The woman in front of her exchanged a nod with the two guards, and the guards opened the door, the robot behind her staying outside.
The room that she was greeted to was even more blinding than the lights in the halls.
The floor, the walls, even the ceiling was a pure, shining white. The room was decorated with trinkets of the old world before the first Praimfaya, paintings here and there, old furniture such as couches and lamps were set up neatly next to bookshelves. Even a few plants were positioned around the room.
In the middle of the room sat a large desk with a smaller lamp and a few books and papers positioned atop it. Behind it sat a woman that was exactly as Clarke had described: elderly, inhumanly pale, wearing a white dress with golden patterns etched into the sides with a white blindfold covering her eyes.
The woman that had brought her in dipped her head to the woman at the desk, "Madam Daphne, this woman showed up at our door earlier. She brings news that she wishes to discuss with you."
Their Commander, Madam Daphne, nodded, "Yes, I was informed. Thank you, Elise. You may leave us."
The woman, Elise, dipped her head again and hurried out of the room.
Daphne gestured to the padded chair in front of her, "Sit."
She obeyed silently, taking a seat.
"So, what is this urgent news that you threw a rock at our door to get our attention for?" Daphne asked, her soothing voice tinged with amusement.
"I was part of the group that helped dig Clarke's people out of the ground. As such, I spent every day around her. She told us of you, and what you planned on doing with her blood. She was angered that you wanted to do such a thing and she was frightened for her child, Madi. Clarke said that, as soon as her people were out of the bunker, they would prepare for battle. They would attack your ship as soon as they could, planning to wipe you out."
Daphne's face fell at this, her eyebrows furrowing and her lips forming a tight line. "How close is she to getting her people out?"
"She freed them this morning."
Daphne inhaled a sharp breath, and then paused, "Why are you telling me this? If you were part of Clarke's digging group, aren't you her friend?"
She narrowed her eyes, shaking her head, "No, not anymore. Clarke has wronged me, as well. I came to you because we've both been betrayed by Clarke, and I wish to aide you in the battle against Clarke and her people."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," Daphne murmured thoughtfully. "How can you help us?"
"I can provide you with the information of where Clarke and her people are currently, as well as a vehicle and weapons."
"And what do you plan on getting out of this?"
She smiled savagely, "My revenge."
Madam Daphne smiled slightly at the answer. "What's your name?"
"Ai laik Echo, kom Azgeda."
Daphne's brows furrowed in confusion, "I'm sorry?"
"I am Echo of Azgeda."
"Well, Echo of Azgeda," Madam Daphne smiled, extending her hand. Echo grasped it.
"We have a deal."
The two shook hands.

Sorry it's only one point of view but I felt like this needed its own chapter😁
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