theantiaya | ➢ 022 [VIDEO]

➢ 022 [VIDEO]

[For those who knew the "old" Aya...the gentle expression on her face as she turns on the feed may seem somewhat familiar. Though the illusion is quickly dispelled by two things: her body language, including the passive hand resting lightly against her chest, holding a small library book in place...and the bright, blue eyes where there had once been either black or green.]

I...don't understand what is going on. The last thing I recall, the Red Lanterns were attacking. I was waiting for my beloved to return when Lord Atrocitous was upon me and I...then, nothing.

[The voice is hers as well, but also different. Softer. Timid. Fearful.]

My name is Ilana. I come from the planet Volkreig of the Forgotten Zone.

Somebody help me. Please.

((ooc: Thanks to Flood shenanigans, Aya has been temporarily possessed by the spirit of Ilana, her literal canon facetwin.))

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Indeed I am. [He holds up the Vulcan salute in greeting.] May I come in?

[She eyes his hand curiously, unfamiliar with the custom but recognizing it as a form of greeting. Her gaze then travels down to the strange hands attached to the stranger body...somehow not fully seeing what was there...and holds them up in mirror.]

Yes, of course.

There is a chair along the far wall. You are welcome to sit, should you desire so.

[He stands next to the chair, waiting for her to sit down before he does so himself.]

May I ask how long you have been aboard?

[She sits on the far edge of the bed. Her posture cordial, but also slightly curved into herself. Shoulders tense.]

My memories are hazy, but I don't recall being here much long before I called for help over the communications system. Twenty minutes, maybe? Maybe less.

Tell me...is this a hospital ship?

Not as such. [He sits down, giving a cursory glance over the room.] Do you recall holding an object upon your arrival?

An...object?

[Her eyes fell to the side table. A copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales rested upon the otherwise empty surface.]

Is there some significance to the book?

It is possible. Has it left your side?

I...suppose not.

I've not left these quarters since you warned me. You implied it was not safe.

It is not. Other passengers are behaving abnormally, and some have become dangerous.

Are the Red Lanterns attacking you as well?

[She looks concerned, hand once more instinctively rising to her chest.]

There are no Red Lanterns aboard or in pursuit of this vessel.

[With the calm and the surety of someone who knows exactly what he is talking about.]

[A small relief]

Then may I ask what the danger aboard is?

Frequently: it is other passengers. I have been informed of at least one incident where a piece of luggage is attempting to consume objects.

[Luggage? Other passengers?]

What kind of vessel is this?

One where unusual phenomena are common.

I...do not understand.

We are aboard a correctional facility.

[Best to just get to the point :|]

A prison ship, then.

[She allowed herself a moment to absorb this. It did not cause her any further wave of fear. No more than she had already been experiencing.]

Regardless, I have not yet expressed my gratitude for the rescue. I fear I may not have survived the encounter with the Red Lanterns, had your people not come for me.

I am unclear of your exact status, as well as that of your beloved. I apologise.

[It's not technically lying. She could have replaced Aya completely - he doesn't know for sure.]

[Her mind seemed to bypass the 'exact status' query, possibly wondering if he was wondering if she was hurt. She felt no pain. In fact, she felt very little of anything other than great concern.]

I could not tell you.

Razer had left to join the Armada. I told him that we needed healers and educators, not more soldiers, but he refused to listen. He...wanted to keep me safe. That was all he ever cared about.

[Spock inclines his head, listening. He is not sure whether she's dead or not - he isn't yet used to these floods. And frankly, if her consciousness is here, then death was a... technicality.]

And that is your last recollection before you boarded?

[A strange question. Why would her last memory be anything other than the last event that happened to her.]

Yes.

Atrocitous was upon our village, and then...I woke up here.

[Spock considers whether to tell her. He has neither the information nor the confidence to follow through with something like that. It's an emotional decision, but it feels right.]

[It is what the Captain would do, he hopes.]

I regret to inform you that your village may have been destroyed, and it is likely that the Razer you knew is also deceased.

Edited 2013-06-14 01:46 (UTC)

[If it were possible, her face would have paled considerably at the news. As it was, her legs weakened beneath her; had she not already been sitting, there was a strong chance of her collapsing under her own weight]

What?

No. He can't be...

His status is unknown.

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