Find... -me-? X_x

*screams and hides under a sand dune*

By Luka on Monday, April 29, 2002 - 02:26 pm:

In the end, she didn’t really know if she could say humans were worth it.

No, not humans—people. There was a difference. Humans themselves could classify as beasts, graced with the excuse of the animal, with only the proof of flesh bodies and instincts wired deep into the brain to govern behavior. People, on the other hand, had spirit. They had souls.

And they tasted so bitter indeed.

Luka pushed herself up from her chair with a sigh, feeling the drag of too many hours on a schedule of irregular sleep catching up with her. The loose robes swished around her ankles as she padded, feet bare, towards her offices installed in her chambers on the Ezekiel.

She hadn’t bothered to put on much more than casual clothes in a while. There had been no reason to, really, what with humans—no, people, she reminded herself with more than a fair share of wryness that twisted deep in her gut to tell her that it, too, was not fooled by her attempts to put cheerful indifference on the situation—being more than happy to continue on their merry ways all down to self-created hells.

Fingers shading more towards pale these days than she preferred ran across the paneling, lights coming on in accordance as they sensed her. Too many files had been backlogged for attention she had not been able to give them. One in particular was the issue of the strange disease—that troubled her, as much as anything did these days with such a malaise of spirit.

Now, -why- did everything have to fall into disaster just when it had seemed so close to a rising?

“Is there a spreading vector to this malady?” Pressing her lips into a thin line, Luka studied the results that the computers fed back to her. The decision was all too clear when remembering other factors.

And she was tired.

Damn people for causing the others to flee. Harlute, at least, she’d managed to catch, but Senchei had disappeared into her own plots long ago in the desert, and she hadn’t been able to deal with Marlute in months. Kislevi was undergoing its own set of problems, understandably.

“Begin to sever ties in the SolAveh region,” she declared to the query which the machines sent back to her. “It has served its purpose to be allied with the Pirates for now. We have seen no change in activities and we will see a panic soon if this… problem continues.” The Lambs would be too happy to see blame on Solaris, and the Solarians would be so easily inclined to blaming the ground-dwellers whom they’d been forced to adjust to.

But the chance of steering the Anima…

“It’s served its purpose,” she repeated, instantly regretting the snappishness of her voice. “We’re no closer to finding any sort of resolution than before.” Pressing her fingertips against her temples, she breathed in slowly and then sighed before opening her eyes and readdressing the situation.

“The Council of SolAveh, barring Minister Gaisce, are all inclined to govering in a Solarian manner, as was intended from the beginning. We have simply exchanged Shakhan for a more publicly accepted set of faces, and now it is best for Solaris to fall back to its own territories.

“We will remain visibly friendly, but having a total alliance is –not- what is best for our people at this time. The Pirates must attend to their own concerns as we must for ours.” Let them roam. Solaris still had Aveh in the end, or at least as long as –that- was useful as well.

"And find me Hyuga. I am -sick- of... I am tired of this all," Luka added, catching the continuing frustration in her manner and gentling it out with another sigh.

Affirmed, Empress.

"...And remind me that I want to find Kahr too. And Sigurd Harcourt."

Turning away from the screen, Luka found herself leaning heavily upon the chair nearest to her desk. Not enough time to rest, she insisted. There never was. The second you took your eyes off something was the instant everyone you’d tried to work for decided you weren’t pretty enough for their interest.

Time to fly again, she thought as she headed for a change of clothes. Time to shake the sleep off and sing.