Paradigm Mine

Sand, water and time

Zephyr regained consciousness slowly. Her attention shifted to an alert of a bio chemical pheromone nearby. As she tried to examine its source; it had dissipated. Oddly enough her hands and knees had dry mud on them.

"Hellooo..." a deep voice resonated. A shuffling sound could be heard nearby.

A large figure in what looked like Laquin emblems stepped into the light. As her eyes locked on his face plate; it triggered a memory.

She would know his faceplate anywhere. Mind you he had a few more ranks under him now. He carried only a Kortrat sword. Clipped on his hip were two tactical holsters, all empty at the moment.

"You don't know me-" he said at first.
"I recognize you." She said faintly. Blinking harder and harder she listened to the Laquin hunter stammer.
"Well; maybe you do remember me, I trained you for 8 years."
"Nope- no recollection..." she stared blankly as the drug seemed to have a narcotic effect on her, she laughed slightly.
"Uh, well; I did." He said with a kinda attitude like it was rude of her to forget. She laughed harder and smiled sheepishly at the Laquin.

His shoulders dropped slightly as he sighed. Touching the side of his head; a blue beam of light scanned up and down her body. "Well; your not in any condition to command... or driving anything with a fusion core..." he said seeing some abnormality. "I guess they really wanted you placid."

Laughing slightly she mocked him, "Placid- check."

Really his options we limited, he made it abundantly clear his time was limited more so. Picking her up she whimpered playfully

"NO! the Princess is in another castle!!" She cackled laughing as he swung her over his shoulder.

His holsters illuminated as weapons appeared inside them. Compression technology made a whole arsenal available; "if so needed" would be the caveat in times of peace. Nonetheless his holsters populated with one pistol like device by his hip, and his stub nose AM426.

He huffed his way down the hallway, passing Alerted Kitrin as he did so. Leviathan stepped around. "It would be nice if the next time you discover a civilization, that you inform us." Zypher was busy trying to grab the back of Leviathans boots.
"If you would bring your feet a little higher i could play patti-Cake with your boots. YOU See Levi...We all have our issues." She removed her helmet abruptly and gagged.

The splatter of substance will go on with out description. It should be noted Zeyphr typically doesn't eat anything.  However in terms of pleasure; she's careful what she tastes.

A few moments passed as The Emperors Hand Recomposed herself. Whatever the pheromone was; she had now had began to develop an immunity towards it.

"Greetings Leviathan." She said softly as her helmet reengaged.
"My Lady." He nodded.
"What's happened?" She said in a serious tone.

"Your mission was compromised; I Assisted my lady." He bowed slightly.
"Stop bowing, Your one of Nectors Men. We're practically related." she strained a laugh.

The more Leviathan spoke the more she realized; this person looked like one of her brothers. But he definitely was not.

"Im here to smooth things over with the kitrin. When your bio readings went weird i got the go ahead to intercept and deploy."
'I hope you didnt harm them. I need you to understand; this is likely just a misunderstanding. No lives need to be lost over this Levi." She tried to explain her intentions. Oddly he replied, "Not yet Zephyr." He smiled and opened a sealed door. He never let her call him "Levi"...ever.