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Back to the Green Hell - ChillerMiller - 11-15-2011

'€œAs you wish...Vizeadmiral.'€

If Larissa had a knife or any other object that was usable as a weapon she wouldn'€™t hesitate to use it in that moment, even though it would mean her own death with the armed guards in the room. Persons like Vizeadmiral Higham were the worst ones in Rheinland, if Larissa had the chance, she would line them up and shoot them and she would even enjoy it. She smirked for a second while Verena sat down on her chair.

Higham had a point though, it was indeed comfortable to sit there, there were better places but at least she was not in a dark cold cell.

'€œHow much I am willing to tell you ? As much as you'€™d like to hear, there is no point for me to hide things, Fräulein Vizeadmiral.'€




Back to the Green Hell - Razr - 11-15-2011

Gunther had entered Larissa'€™s room a few minutes ago. Two guards occupied the door, noticing them as he entered. They simply gave him a quiet salute, which he promptly waved off. He noticed Higham leaning over the bed, but couldn'€™t actually see anything with her head in the way, other than the outline of a body under some blankets. He remained in the place at the door with the guards, keeping quiet, as he heard Larissa quietly say something about having nothing to hide. He instantly became curious what happened while he was away, Verena wasn'€™t exactly known for her charm or people skills, he'€™d be the first to know.

With a satisfied smile, Verena was now back in her seat, wondering what would be the best question to ask. There was no point in asking if she knew who she had been shooting, she still would'€™ve known easily that he was a Rheinlander, she was still a traitor, and Rall was alive. There were the obvious questions, like strategic outlines within Liberty, why she had been in Bering, and of course confirmation on some rumors that had been picked up here and there. She decided she'€™d start with the most harmless of all the questions on her mind.

'€œHow about you just tell us what you were doing in Bering exactly? I wasn'€™t aware that the Liberty Navy sent in lone recruits to patrol a war zone. As much as you dislike us, at least we didn'€™t throw you away like trash.'€ She seemed to put a certain emphasis on the last word, leaning back comfortably in her seat.



Back to the Green Hell - ChillerMiller - 11-15-2011

'€œRecruits rarely fly alone and even if they are alone they only patrol the core worlds of Liberty. Or do you send a Flieger into Bering ? You probably won'€™t believe me, but I am...or was a Lieutenant...
My task was just a little patrol of the Bering system, enemy presence should be avoided, it was merely a mission to scout for a possible Military squad in the area.'€


She was speaking with a clear tone, even though it was hurting her to be reminded about Bering again, she stopped at that moment and collected her thoughts.

'€œThen there was that Eagle, Rall, I thought I only found a civilian, turned out I was wrong. He ran away after I asked him some questions, I saw it as an hostile act and opened fire on him. It was stupid from my side, there was no need for me to shoot him, it was me who got angry. I blamed him to be at fault for my sister'€™s change of behaviour. The rest should be known, we went deeper into the asteroid belt and then I was captured by you...it was my own fault...'€




Back to the Green Hell - Razr - 11-15-2011

Verena simply nodded while Larissa explained herself, the story itself seemed believable enough, though she found one specific bit of it rather humorous. The misconceptions bias could cause one to come up with, if she didn'€™t have the same problem with outsiders herself, she may have laughed aloud.

'€œWe do send Fliegers to Bering, but never alone, I can assure you of that. Regardless of your actual rank, had you been suited for the job you would'€™ve remained in control, and wouldn'€™t be here, am I right?'€
Verena seemed to give a slight pause, not really waiting for an answer.

'€œWhat influence Rall did or didn'€™t have on your sister, I personally couldn'€™t say. I can only give my opinion, and that is that he should have no form of mentoring over any of our pilots outside of teaching them combat. Like you, he is still what I would call '€˜corrupted'€™ by youth. You'€™re lucky he didn'€™t kill you before I got there, but alas he lives with the mindset of a fool. The way you act, you seem to know violence isn'€™t something we can save as a last resort in this day and age. People only listen to one thing, and that is forceful change, generally through conflict.'€ She paused again, wondering Larissa had actually followed what she said.

The guards standing on either side of the doorway had their eyes directed at Gunther who stood next to them behind Higham, who was unaware of his presence as she went on a small tangent to Larissa about him. They seemed to have been expecting some kind of reaction from him, but he simply listened in, pleased to hear the criticism, as no one would ever give it to him to his face, except maybe Voelkel, and that wasn'€™t likely to happen.

'€œWhat can one do with a misguided girl such as yourself; Larissa?'€ Verena had seemingly brought the question from nowhere, believing for some reason it would be interesting to hear what Larissa might suggest as a consequence for herself, if she had one at all.



Back to the Green Hell - ChillerMiller - 11-16-2011

'€œMust be funny for him to watch her ranting about him while he is in the same room.'€Were Larissa'€™s thoughts. She asked herself what would happen if Higham turned herself around, that would definately be something funny. Larissa smiled for a second before she thought about what Higham just had said.

'€œSo it wasn'€™t his fault. I was wrong, '€˜Misguided'€™, like you already said it.'€

Larissa suddenly felt like her escape to Liberty was the biggest mistake she has ever done so far, so many situations she went through felt wrong. She also felt sorry for attacking Rall earlier that day, she had to appologize to him, but not when Higham was in the same room. She suddenly thought of her family again, her sisters, the good times she had at home. It seemed to be so long ago and she realized she was only happy there and not in Liberty.

She remembered herself calling her sister a monster, but when she listened to Higham, she noticed the Vizeadmiral is far worse than her sister. She slowly started to understand Higham and it was perfectly clear for Larissa that Rall was the better Admiral in the room. It was more disturbing to hear Higham believing that Larissa was agreeing with her. '€œAnd you call me '€˜misguided'€™, thanks a lot.'€ She almost said that sentence but luckily she just thought it. Another smirk could be seen on Larissa'€™s face.

'€œI don'€™t know it and I doubt my opinion would matter. What you do with me is in your hands, let me go. Throw me into a cell and let me rot. Kill me, for being a traitor. It is up to you. I just wish I could see my sister again...'€




Back to the Green Hell - Razr - 11-16-2011

Verena'€™s eyebrows were pinched together once again, the smirk on Larissa'€™s face made her curious. Did she find something funny or had she simply resigned herself to her fate? She wondered what they should do with this one; probably put her in a cell. While she had zero tolerance for traitors or deserters, she was never fond of spilling the blood of another Rheinlander. Though this young woman had just attempted to assassinate an Admiral of the Rheinwehr, a crime that could not be overlooked, with that in mind she slowly brought herself into a standing position again.

'€œBrandt your arm please,'€ she said casually, keeping her eyes on Larissa.

The guard to Rall'€™s left looked down at his blaster knowingly; he seemed young, younger than Gunther in fact. His hair hung level with his cheeks, which were still well-rounded along with the rest of his face. He seemed to hesitate a moment before attempting to walk towards Higham with his weapon as she had asked, until Rall'€™s hand blocked his pathway. They briefly made eye contact, the young admiral shaking his head. Brandt stood there at a loss, between the conflicting orders, after a while Verena'€™s voice struck him with obvious annoyance, but she was still facing Larissa.

'€œIt'€™s not that hard, Brandt. Walk over here, stick out the arm that is attached to the hand holding the gun, and let go when I grip it, and don'€™t forget to breathe on your way over.'€ She spoke slowly, emphasizing each word as if she were speaking to someone mentally incapable.

'€œI believe this is actually my decision, Vizeadmiral,'€ Rall spoke up over her, causing Verena to turn around and acknowledge him for the first time.

She immediately began to wonder how long he had been standing there, but let the thought die as quickly as it had come to avoid embarrassing herself. She refused to lose her composure in front of a pair of recruits and a captive. She knew Gunther wasn'€™t really going to call her out on it, so she could only work herself up for nothing. In the midst of still getting into the proper mindset, Rall spoke again interrupting her thoughts.

'€œIt'€™s best if you allow the '€˜kid'€™ to talk to the '€˜kid,'€™ mutual understanding can be a wonderful thing. I also think you know better than to perform executions in a hospital anyway.'€ His tone was hardly that of scolding, despite the actual topic, he seemed to be making a subtle inquiry through statements. Verena walked from her seat, past Gunther without a word, and gave both of the guards a short glare. If Gunther wanted to make what she felt and knew would be another poor decision, who was she to stop him? Maybe someone would wise up and put him where he needed to be. She quietly walked out of the room without comment or protest.





Back to the Green Hell - ChillerMiller - 11-16-2011

It was like a miracle for Larissa, the one she tried to kill saved her from death. She watched Rall how he was talking to the guards.

'€œDid she eat anything ?'€

The guards shook their heads and Larissa couldn'€™t focus on what Rall was saying, she forgot it after seconds.

'€œWell, then get her something to eat.'€

One of them nodded and left the room, while second one stayed at his position. It was still unbelievable for her, she would be a dead person if Rall wasn'€™t in the room. She imagined Higham to be as explosive as a volcano now, she deserved it, for being such an unemotional and cruel person. Rall sat on Verena'€™s chair.

'€œThank you...'€ her tone sounded thankful, but also a bit weak. '€œI'€™m sorry for what happened in Bering...it was a mistake to shoot you, Herr Rall.'€ She stayed silent for a minute before she spoke again.

'€œBut why did you save me ? I mean, I was the one who shot at you, I was the one who was ready to kill you. Why would somebody save his enemy ?'€




Back to the Green Hell - Razr - 11-17-2011

Gunther had pulled Higham'€™s chair away from the bed somewhat before he sat down. He had taken the time to change out of his military uniform into formal attire, not purposely; his wardrobe was simply formal or uniform. He was under the impression the black turtleneck sweater, and matching slacks would make him seem less intimidating. He also felt the look made him look like something of a '€œchoir boy,'€ but there was nothing wrong with a bit of individuality.

He patiently waited for Brandt to return to the room, watching Larissa from across the room in silence, mulling over her question to himself.

'€œI never said you were my enemy, now that I think about it. However, there was this really interesting thing I learned in school, what was it called'€¦ oh right diplomacy. The most amazing thing was, there were varying stances, and there was this one called neutrality. Basically, even if something or someone else sees you as hostile or undesirable, you do everything in your power not to get drawn into conflict.'€
Despite the obvious sarcasm in the content, he kept his tone as even and serious as possible.

'€œIn short, I don'€™t willingly get into unnecessary squabbles,'€ he said finishing with a drawn out sigh.

He wasn't entire sure on what Higham had said to her, leaving him clueless whether or not it was better to talk now or later. He decided to play it safe and wait until later for any serious conversation. He resumed his earlier activities, watching silently from across the room, while counting the seconds in his head until Brandt had returned. It was roughly ten minutes before the door slid open, Brandt walking past the Rall's chair, all he could manage to see in a sitting position was a the flat bottom of the tray, steam steadily flowing above it. He noticed Brandt seemed frigid as he set the tray down in front of Larissa. Personally, Gunther would find it embarrassing if a soldier felt alarmed by a young girl sitting harmlessly in a hospital bed.

As the soldier turned from Larissa and started to walk back to his post, Gunther motioned for him to come over. Obediently, Brandt stood in front of Rall'€™s chair, leaning over so that their eyes were level.

'€œSir?'€ Brandt asked, confusion slipping out of his voice.

'€œMeet me in my office in approximately three hours, don'€™t worry, I just want to run over something with you briefly.'€
Rall barely seemed to be paying attention as he addressed Brandt, so much so, he wondered if he was really being spoken to.

Brandt stood up straight once it was obviously nothing else would be said to him, and rushed to the door past his colleague, exchange side glances, neither of them were quite sure about what was going on.



Back to the Green Hell - ChillerMiller - 11-18-2011

'€œI can'€™t say that I'€™ve met many persons who shared the same thoughts like you, well at least not in the Military. Neutrality doesn'€™t exist for them, even I have to learn it...'€

She looked at Rall with her green eyes, they were revealing her tiredness, even though Larissa tried not to look tired. Then she lowered her head and grabbed the tray amd began to eat.

'€œYou can read my mind, I was starving.'€

A smile followed that sentence. She looked at Rall again after she was done with eating, he was young for being an Admiral, just few years older than herself. It was surprising for her to see somebody with such an attitude to be that high in the Military. He surely was an interesting person for her, a bit mysterious and he seemed to respect even those who are hating him. He was sitting there, silently watching.

'€œWhat will happen now ?'€ she asked with a calm tone while she continued to look at Rall.




Back to the Green Hell - Razr - 11-18-2011

'€œWhat next?'€ Gunther let the sentence run through in his head a few times and sink in while he considered her options, not that she had many.

'€œWhat do you want to do?'€
he asked after a while.

She seemed to watch him for a while, evaluating him and the question. He assumed she was wondering if he was playing some kind of joke on her, or something similar. He didn'€™t mind the waiting in silence, he had nowhere to rush to and he would probably think he was the victim of a joke were he in a similar situation.

'€œWhat can I do?'€
She finally asked after some time.

'€œSit there and look sick I guess. It'€™s not like you'€™ll be getting back to Liberty anytime soon, even if I wanted to send you. You'€™re pretty much stuck here until the war is over. On the bright side, you probably won'€™t end up in a cell. Worst case scenario, someone will try to win you over the next couple weeks and ask you questions. '€œ
He paused for a moment, watching Larissa who seemed to be slightly confused.

'€œIt'€™s not like you'€™re here for attempting to murder an admiral, you'€™re here because you got shot down by one. Tha-, '€œ
He paused as Larissa cut him off.

'€œSo you lied?'€ She asked in such a way that Gunther though it almost made her sound innocent.

'€œI didn'€™t really lie. I was a civilian in what is technically Liberty territory. I didn'€™t follower an order, and a fight broke out. Again, on technicality, I initiated the engagement. No one needs specifics, just the truth.'€

She was still staring at him, like she wanted to interrupt again, but seem to decide on silent confusion.

'€œThank Vivien, I guess.'€