Thread: In Time, All Things Are Possible (Rave & darkangel76)

Though her wrists were still bound, Laela could not help but smile as the well-dressed and more civilized of the men made a final demand for tea. She had to admit, he certainly had presence. Much more so than most Illuminati men she'd encountered in court back on Helios. Had he not been a pirate, he could almost fit in, she thought to herself. Yes... almost. Just then, she bit down on her lip and looked down at her lap as her thoughts had just begun to stray. Her cheeks were burning slightly and she didn't wish to call attention to such things. As it was, she was already in a compromising predicament. Thankfully, the man seemed preoccupied with making sure that tea was poured for the two of them. Thank goodness. Ah, that was more like it, Laela thought to herself as she watched her cup become filled. It definitely made her smile grow bigger. Suddenly, without much warning, Laela could feel the ropes about her wrists moving. The man was waving his fingers and the ropes were literally bending to his will. What sort of magic was this? It was unlike anything she'd ever seen. None of the Holy Men or Seers back on Helios could even accomplish such tasks! It made her wonder how he was able to do it. Licking her lips, she just watched until the ropes were fully off her wrists, her hands then immediately moving to rub at them when, her eyes were drawn to the man's. He had a strange glint in his eyes and smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Clearly, he was thinking something. But, what? Laela tilted her head somewhat confused when suddenly... BOOM! The ropes had flown across the room and struck one of the men, the one who'd mocked her earlier when brought on board. The ropes had hit him squarely and with no mercy, sending him flying backwards into a wall as if he were nothing but a mere ragdoll. Her eyes went wide at the sight, her heart pounding beneath her breast as her breath caught in her throat. She turned to look at him, her face blanching, but a door flung open and the strange-looking man who'd found her began to shout, his anger all too clear. Laela's tummy fluttered as her body shifted her gaze moving towards the other man instead. But the moment he left, she turned to look back at... Icarus. Laela swallowed, her thoughts a bit muddled as a jolt of adrenaline suddenly coursed through her. Whether it was the incident with the crew member or the fact that her abductor had just waltzed through without a care in the world save the mess made of the place, she wasn't certain. Still and all, she could feel her body shaking as tiny goose bumps formed on her flesh making a tiny shiver roll along her spine. All these sensations were new and curious and frightening. Looking back at Icarus, Laela tried her best to remain the picture of calm. How was he able to remain calm? Then again, this was his ship... Carefully, she extended her handher wrists already donning burn marks from the ropes that had bound her earlierand reached for her filled teacup. Thank you, Laela said quietly in regards to the tea and for removing the ropes. Yes, I do have a cousin named, Hal, she continued. Halmir Quinn. He is stationed here on Charon. I believe he's been out here for about a year now, maybe two. He's done very well for himself among the Illuminati and by our family. She tried her best to smile, though her eyes shifted a bit toward the puddle of blood that still pooled on the floor. Giggling a bit nervously, she tried to make light of the situation. I'm guessing your... friend... will be cleaning that up soon? she gestured toward the mess, trying not to wince. Quickly, Laela took a sip of tea and then set down her cup. As her eyes looked into Icarus' she truly hoped that the strange-looking man would be back to clean things up sooner than later. But for some reason, she got the feeling that wouldn't be happening. After all, her day just wasn't going as planned. Why would it start now? Pacing would get him nowhere and Hal knew it. Eventually, he'd have to take action. As it was, it had been a couple hours since they'd had contact with his cousin's ship and now it was becoming clear that something had gone wrong. Having to face the reality of the situation, he knew he'd need to assemble a team to scout the perimeter of the Illuminati Stronghold and all areas in which the ship itself could've 'fallen'. As much as he didn't like it, he knew he had to face the possibility that the ship had gone down and fallen from orbit. And that meant scanning all areas in which the ship might have fallen given the location they'd last had contact. The area would be broad, the search wide. But he had to... it would be worth it... It would mean getting off the fucking rock! Pressing a few buttons on his comm.-watch, Hal began to speak into the device. We're going to have to assemble a team. I want the perimeter of the Stronghold searched, at least a 100 mile radius. And we'll have to determine where about Charon the ship last held orbit. We'll have to do a sweep of the planet and search for wreckage.