Origins of an Icer

Chapter 26

Central Alliance's Home-world, Gaea

Capital City, Demeter, The Olympus Hotel 1900pm

Wren hummed, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe as he lounged on the balcony's couch, watching the twin moons above him with the city around strangely quiet, almost tranquil. The buildings were covered in thriving plants and magical pools of the clearest, purest water he had felt in a long time. Roads were nonexistent, grown over by simply the massive roots and branches of the trees the buildings were carved from, the lights of gold and blue glowing softly in the darkness. He perked an ear, glancing over his shoulder as Akifa came out slowly, using a cane of ebony wood to help him balance easier. Opening the balcony doors, he leaned against it with the sly grin on his lips, his bathrobe shamelessly open on his chest, the belt barely knotted to hold it together.

(You really hate clothing, don't you?)

"When you've lived in a desert all your life, yeah you tend to hate clothes. Too damn tight and confining," Akifa growled, going over and gently sitting in between Wren's legs, laying back against his chest with a deep sigh.

(Feeling a little better at least? Physical therapy is almost done, and you are moving much better.) Wren kissed gently along Akifa's forehead, gently rubbing his shoulders as the pilot sighed softly, closing his eyes.

"Not as well if I want to keep piloting... I may have to give it up trying to be flying by the end of this trial period. I just might have to suck it up, let it go and try to focus on healing for the entire year. Damn Doc... know-it-all too," he grunted, Wren chuckling softly as he nuzzled the pale hair.

(That means I get you all to myself, I'm fine with that.) He gave a shark tooth filled grin to Akifa who snorted, pulling him into a gentle kiss as the doorbell chimed softly.

"Seriously...? Every, fucking time..." Akifa swore and grumbled, opening up a channel to look at the hall as he arched an eyebrow.

"It's Doc and Rave. Huh..." He stood up slowly, taking the cane as he limped to the door, Wren getting up fluidly and walking beside him with his tail closing the balcony door silently.

"Doc? What's with the face?" Akifa asked, opening the door for them as Ravyn came in, going immediately to the mini-bar to grab the hardest liquor it held as Wren hissed low.

"I have a feeling this isn't a good meeting..."

"It's not. Mom... Captain Arella has committed suicide," Ravyn snarled, almost crushing the glass in her grip as Akifa paled, leaning against the wall before sliding down to the floor.

"You're kidding me..."

"I just triple checked for all toxins, weapons, any kind of trick, and there isn't one. She... simply died," Doc huffed, pulling up the autopsy reports as Wren scanned through them, narrowing his eyes.

"Strange... what are the consequences if she's gone? Her ship gets taken in by you, that's easy combat rules-"

"Wren, they're baying for blood. The courts... they're demanding Akifa stand trial in her place instead, with the surgeon, and both be put to death to join her..." Ravyn shot back the first glass as Wren trembled, looking to Akifa who gulped, slowly standing back up.

"I... it's not like I can hide, but there has to be evidence with what they did, right? I can testify and say that the surgeon himself did this to me..." Doc sighed softly, crossing her arms.

"I would have to make a full examination, take pictures, record everything that he did to you... but you've repressed several of the memories. I can't read your mind..." she admitted, gently helping Akifa stabilize on his feet as he sighed, pressing his forehead to her arm.