He winced at his own harsh words. The entry was almost over.
'But shit... I need to find out what the hell happened. They're saying the vid data is mostly corrupted except for the moment after Avinash died. I think that's damned suspicious. No way. Elle would never kill someone in cold blood, she doesn't have the guts. Even for Peace. But I can't let them execute her. I think she saved my life. They said she got brain damage. Was in intensive care while the rest of us were recuperating from our own wounds. Couldn't fight worth a damn and she got hurt the worst. She was lucky to pull through. Everything's been turned upside down. Peace hasn't spoken to her or anyone the whole trip for some reason, the Captain's been calling Arbiters left and right trying to get Elle off the hook, Varia's crying down in the engine room. Right now Elle's locked in her quarters and we're on our way to the trial. I hate to say it but I owe it to her to find out the truth. Data corrupted, eh? We'll see about that. END ENTRY'
The silence seemed deafening now.
That had been recorded almost 13 hours ago. In that time Cloak had scrubbed and pieced together corrupted and misplaced data and found the whole truth.
He stood slowly, stretching out the kinks and groaning. He was going to talk to Elle.
"I'm here to see the prisoner." Cloak growled at the two burly guards who stood outside the door to Elle's quarters. She was allowed visitors. Everyone was searched and there were bugs all over the room. Everything was under Conclave control now. The Tangent had an escort of five armed fleet cruisers. There was no where and no way for Elle to run.
Cloak was surprised at what he saw when he entered the room. He'd never been inside the human's quarters and whatever he'd been expecting this wasn't it. As with most vessels the bed was built into the wall to save on space. A makeshift curtain was tacked over the sleeping alcove--it was the old Tangent flag that'd been torn down that faithful day Elle had made first contact. All around the room were piles of small tokens and frivolous things like flashing brochures and carefully saved food wrappers. The toilet, sink and mirror were all on the opposite side of the room from her bed. On the mirror were the pictures they'd all had taken on the Symposium Station, and what looked to be hand-drawn sketches of all the crew minus Peace. She probably had that one stashed in her bed, Cloak inadvertently thought. When he didn't shudder from disgust, he wondered at himself. Since when had he become less repulsed by the idea of interspecies fraternization? Ugh.
'But shit... I need to find out what the hell happened. They're saying the vid data is mostly corrupted except for the moment after Avinash died. I think that's damned suspicious. No way. Elle would never kill someone in cold blood, she doesn't have the guts. Even for Peace. But I can't let them execute her. I think she saved my life. They said she got brain damage. Was in intensive care while the rest of us were recuperating from our own wounds. Couldn't fight worth a damn and she got hurt the worst. She was lucky to pull through. Everything's been turned upside down. Peace hasn't spoken to her or anyone the whole trip for some reason, the Captain's been calling Arbiters left and right trying to get Elle off the hook, Varia's crying down in the engine room. Right now Elle's locked in her quarters and we're on our way to the trial. I hate to say it but I owe it to her to find out the truth. Data corrupted, eh? We'll see about that. END ENTRY'
The silence seemed deafening now.
That had been recorded almost 13 hours ago. In that time Cloak had scrubbed and pieced together corrupted and misplaced data and found the whole truth.
He stood slowly, stretching out the kinks and groaning. He was going to talk to Elle.
"I'm here to see the prisoner." Cloak growled at the two burly guards who stood outside the door to Elle's quarters. She was allowed visitors. Everyone was searched and there were bugs all over the room. Everything was under Conclave control now. The Tangent had an escort of five armed fleet cruisers. There was no where and no way for Elle to run.
Cloak was surprised at what he saw when he entered the room. He'd never been inside the human's quarters and whatever he'd been expecting this wasn't it. As with most vessels the bed was built into the wall to save on space. A makeshift curtain was tacked over the sleeping alcove--it was the old Tangent flag that'd been torn down that faithful day Elle had made first contact. All around the room were piles of small tokens and frivolous things like flashing brochures and carefully saved food wrappers. The toilet, sink and mirror were all on the opposite side of the room from her bed. On the mirror were the pictures they'd all had taken on the Symposium Station, and what looked to be hand-drawn sketches of all the crew minus Peace. She probably had that one stashed in her bed, Cloak inadvertently thought. When he didn't shudder from disgust, he wondered at himself. Since when had he become less repulsed by the idea of interspecies fraternization? Ugh.
