Date Posted:14:23:08 09/04/02 Wed Author: Que Noctura Subject: She held her breath and waited.... In reply to:
Que Noctura
's message, "Que could feel the infection leaving her body..." on 13:57:42 09/04/02 Wed
Thranx looked at the Uakaian. If he shot her, Iago would kill him. If he didn't bring her, Iago would kill him. If he ran, Rugby would kill him, or Iago, whoever got there first. He hated making these choices. He was a guy who'd rather have the choices decided for him.
That's when he heard Iago's orders. Without hesitation he backed up from the woman, gun leveled at her, hit the emergency enterance on the ships hull and ducked in.
Que watched this with keen interest. Her pulse was racing. Her job had always been to settle disputes between races. Deal with things on a diplomatic angle, and if this was a test of will, she had surely failed. Not only had she been druged, but wound up hurting another being in the process as well.
When Thranx's had disappeared into the ship, Que let out a sigh of relief then turned to the Jatarian that was slowly opening his eyes. She lifted his head gently, and as calmly as possible pulled out a small bottle of water from inside her dress robes pocket.
"I owe you my life you know." she said to him as she untwisted the bottle and poured a bit over his forehead, then drizzled the rest into his mouth. "We have to keep you hydrated until help arrives. I am so...so...so sorry that you got mixed up in this. I owe you a great deal of gratitude, and so does my father. He's a diplomate you know. My name is Que Noctura, and I'm a linguistic specialist from Ahixte. I don't know why you helped me...I thought foresure that I was going to die...but...well you proved me wrong. And I hope that you'll allow me to reward you some way for your assistance, Cyphon."
