Psychie
Princess Psychie
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With a burst of speed, Flowering positions herself between the four people with their grenades and the fleeing members of the Estasian Tripartite Assembly.Her action is to get between them and their targets then.
Minister March lets out a little chuckle. "I'm a bit shaken and bruised, but that is much better than the alternative! Thank you for your rapid action, Champion."Needle first turns to the three Ministers and asks, "Are any of you injured? No harm done to any of you?" So long as the answer is negative, she then turns to look at one of the nearby regulators.
The one guard nods. "At once, Champion." He then turns begins to give orders to have the man in question pulled aside and quickly hauled off to be questioned by Ray.It takes a supreme effort of will, but Ray doesn't sigh. What a colossal failure, and for such stupid reasons. If this was a militant faction within Kamak, they were an utter embarrassment. She could have given them a dozen better plans to give Estasia a bloody nose, had they bothered to ask. "Find me a secure room. I want one of the saboteurs in it - one that froze - alone, for two minutes before they're sent to the holding cells," she commands, not bothering to conceal her anger. It was highly irregular, and she would certainly be censured if caught, but she had to know.
The man is hauled into the room by a trio of guards, his hands and feet in heavy duty restraints. After placing their charge in a seat, the trio of guards give Ray a nod and position themselves outside the door, waiting for her orders.If her orders are followed, Ray sweeps into the little holding cell below the security post at the landing grid and slams her fist down on the table spartan metal table, glowering down at the saboteur thoroughly restrained to a chair on the other side, the incandescent light of her wings filling every available corner of the tiny room and still somehow outshone by the furious orange-gold glow of her eyes, "Idiot! Does Estasia look hurt to you? Is this what vengeance looks like? What were you thinking? Oh, that's right, clearly you fucking weren't. Tell me who and why, and I'll push to have all of you reassigned to a lumpen penal unit on the front lines when they inevitably declare war, somewhere you can do real damage, instead of a penal work detail in the organics recycler. Assuming you haven't been recycled by then. You have thirty seconds to decide, then I hand you off to Needle, who I promise does not give a fuck how many of your shiftmates Estasia has killed."
Out on the landing grid, Glorious Will gives Flowering a suspicious look as the Aerial Skiff with the Estasian delegates onboard takes off with its two escort airships, heading out for open space as it raises up a powerful Essence force field to protect the vessel. Once she sees that her people are out of harms way, Glorious Will lowers her crossbow and slowly steps forward closer to Flowering. She glares at Flowering and the mass of guards rounding up the crowd, watching carefully as the guards carefully secure the known grenade throwers and roughly hauling them off while others escort the other audience members off to be carefully searched and questioned.
Finally, she says, "Tell me one good reason why I should listen to anything you have to say. How do I know that this whole meeting wasn't some sort of ruse to get members of my government here to be attacked and possibly taken hostage or killed outright?"