DarkGemini24601 and MarineAvenger:
“Grime of the Past, Part 10”
Rules of Shambhala: Chapter 1
Memphis Interstellar Spaceport
Memphis, Tennessee; United States of America
February 3rd, 2044
12:04 P.M., Local Time
Bruno was pushed back onto the ground, but he wasn’t slow to react, getting back up and trying to pin her down again, going for a punch as some telekinetic energy surrounded his fist. Atka sidestepped it rather than try to avoid the punch, and slammed a fist into Bruno’s side, though knew she was being risky, as too much movement would put her into the scorpion’s line of fire. She bumped up her physical enhancement a bit more, the crackle masking a similar sound as ice crept from her right foot into the path where Bruno would advance if he attacked again. Fall for it…
Bruno held his side but didn’t let the heavy punch faze him, having taken heavy hits before. He glared at Atka and ran forward, not noticing the ice that had formed due to the low light of the baggage area. He fell with a grunt of surprise, slamming a fist to the floor as he tried to stand up again. Atka didn’t give him a chance, hitting him with a mindfray helix square on with her left hand, and using Xifeng to form a telekinetic barrier like a handcuff around his torso to hold him down.
Bruno thrashed around, obviously not accepting that he had lost but not in any position to win any longer. On the other side of the ship, the manager let out a deranged yell and he reached down to the side, grabbing a small child with short, brown hair and pulling a gun out of his jacket and pressing it against her cheek. “Come on, try to attack me again! I will put a bullet through her fucking skull!” He exclaimed, letting out a bit of mad laughter, obviously off balance by what Jack had done.
Oh…
Shit…
Atka and Jack both froze, Xifeng being withdraw to being back-to-back with Atka quickly. While Jackson’s mind raced, realizing the consequences of his psychic attack, Atka struggled to think of a solution. Her eyes, aided by her extrasensory perception, darted around the room to assess her position in relation to Safar. I’m closer after switching directions with that spin around with Bruno… with heightened speed and a little ice I could get there in a second, maybe a little less or more… but he’d pull the trigger. Atka squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “We give up.” She let her hands fall to her side, her Reflection being retracted around her but not immediately dismissed, and Jackson assumed the same passive positioned… slowly and carefully.
Please, let this work the way that I think it does. Atka opened her eyes, light blue psionic energy mixed with the darker blue of her reflection’s, burning like miniature flames. Xifeng, freeze time! A burst of blue energy shot out from Atka, and all motion ceased. Jack was frozen in despair, Safar in deranged paranoia, the young girl in fear. However, the detective didn’t have a moment to waste to comprehend what she had just done, the ice created under her feet before time had stopped being a springboard for her to intentionally slip slightly, increasing her speed as she leapt forward with but a single attack in mind.
With a desperate swing of her right fist, coated in Xifeng’s restored one, Atka made her move. The imbued glove collided with Safar’s gun arm, smashing bone and throwing it to the side, the only moving object in the stopped time influencing an otherwise immobile Safar. Then, as swiftly as time had frozen, it broken through Atka’s icy grip and resumed, a bullet screaming out of the gun’s chamber and hitting the ceiling with a loud crack. But the girl was unharmed. With her left fist, fuming at both herself for letting the situation get so dire, and at the would-be murderer, she punched Safar, knocking him into the wall with enough force to injure but hopefully not kill.
There was a sharp crack as his head hit the ceiling, the man falling to the floor unmoving, a bit of blood staining his dark hair but his chest did rise slowly, confirming he was still alive, however slim he was to death though.
The girl with the short hair fell to the ground, putting her arms around her head, sobbing to herself obviously scared out of her mind at the situation. Xifeng withdrew into Atka, the blood sustaining her evaporating, and Atka hugged the girl. “Are you Tracey?” She whispered gently, stroking her hair to try and calm her as she had done for her own daughter on occasion.
Tracey recoiled at her touch initially, being a bit afraid of Atka and her weird trick, though it wasn’t long till she squeezed the woman back as if she would die otherwise. “Y-Yes…” She said shakily. “T-They cut my hair… it looks horrible now…” She cried, indeed her hair looking butchered as if a knife had been taken to it.
“We’ll fix it up…” Atka insisted kindly. “My friend might even be able to help it grow back quicker.” She glanced at a momentarily stunned Jackson, who quickly sighed, rubbing his forehead.
You know I’m not that good with biokinesis… He complained mentally, though smiled in relief in spite of himself.
***
Memphis Interstellar Spaceport
Memphis, Tennessee; United States of America
March 3rd, 2044
3:45 P.M., Local Time
Atka sat in the terminal with her partner, wearing her casual attire that she had worn to Fiji in addition to her coat - thankfully the air conditioning wasn’t making it ridiculously hot like at the Hotel Casablanca - watching Tracey. “So it’s all finalized then?” She spoke into her cellphone with her informant. “No legal issues with giving her father custody anymore?”
“Nope, at least for the moment. It isn’t permanent, but it is at least something for the next year while the threat any of those goons’ friends try and get revenge is still present.” Roberts explained. “And good work by the way, if I am not mistaken the guys you took into custody are already on a one way trip to a cold cell in New Alcatraz.”
Atka smiled, though she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. “I’m glad I could put away two murderers, though… I’m also glad I didn’t accidentally cripple the guy. I hear that they have the prisoners work to stay in shape and offer some contribution to society, so it wouldn’t have been a good thing if I’d gone too far.”
“Trust me… I wouldn’t have lost sleep.” Francine let out a little chuckle and sighed, “So you are really going to do this yourself with your partner in tow?”
“Yeah.” Atka’s tone became serious. “I feel obligated to, but that’s not the only reason I’m going. I got a call from my friend Aya Brea… she told me that an old enemy of hers has resurfaced not too far from Forseti. So after I drop Tracey off and say hello to my eldest daughter, I plan on going to help her with Jack. And… you’re sure you want to come? It’s going to be dangerous.”
“And that’s why I need to come with you,” Jackson insisted. “Don’t want you trying to sacrifice yourself or something without me being there to stop you. Did you say goodbye to your family here?”
Atka smiled. “I did. Everything’s squared away. Now it’s just a matter of taking the trip to the planet itself… should be quicker than it’s taking for the Einherjar, even if we’ll arrive after them, due to having a smaller ship to ourselves.” Returning her attention to Francine, she asked, “Is there anything more you need from me related to wrapping up the case, or is this goodbye for now?”
There was another sigh from the woman, but this one was more saddened. “No… this is goodbye. I would love to go with you guys and provide you backup like always but someone needs to keep your office cleaned up and looked after. Who knows… maybe I will take a vacation to Fiji.” The informant joked. “I heard there is a huge villa up on the market.”
“Grime of the Past, Part 10”
Rules of Shambhala: Chapter 1
Memphis Interstellar Spaceport
Memphis, Tennessee; United States of America
February 3rd, 2044
12:04 P.M., Local Time
Bruno was pushed back onto the ground, but he wasn’t slow to react, getting back up and trying to pin her down again, going for a punch as some telekinetic energy surrounded his fist. Atka sidestepped it rather than try to avoid the punch, and slammed a fist into Bruno’s side, though knew she was being risky, as too much movement would put her into the scorpion’s line of fire. She bumped up her physical enhancement a bit more, the crackle masking a similar sound as ice crept from her right foot into the path where Bruno would advance if he attacked again. Fall for it…
Bruno held his side but didn’t let the heavy punch faze him, having taken heavy hits before. He glared at Atka and ran forward, not noticing the ice that had formed due to the low light of the baggage area. He fell with a grunt of surprise, slamming a fist to the floor as he tried to stand up again. Atka didn’t give him a chance, hitting him with a mindfray helix square on with her left hand, and using Xifeng to form a telekinetic barrier like a handcuff around his torso to hold him down.
Bruno thrashed around, obviously not accepting that he had lost but not in any position to win any longer. On the other side of the ship, the manager let out a deranged yell and he reached down to the side, grabbing a small child with short, brown hair and pulling a gun out of his jacket and pressing it against her cheek. “Come on, try to attack me again! I will put a bullet through her fucking skull!” He exclaimed, letting out a bit of mad laughter, obviously off balance by what Jack had done.
Oh…
Shit…
Atka and Jack both froze, Xifeng being withdraw to being back-to-back with Atka quickly. While Jackson’s mind raced, realizing the consequences of his psychic attack, Atka struggled to think of a solution. Her eyes, aided by her extrasensory perception, darted around the room to assess her position in relation to Safar. I’m closer after switching directions with that spin around with Bruno… with heightened speed and a little ice I could get there in a second, maybe a little less or more… but he’d pull the trigger. Atka squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “We give up.” She let her hands fall to her side, her Reflection being retracted around her but not immediately dismissed, and Jackson assumed the same passive positioned… slowly and carefully.
Please, let this work the way that I think it does. Atka opened her eyes, light blue psionic energy mixed with the darker blue of her reflection’s, burning like miniature flames. Xifeng, freeze time! A burst of blue energy shot out from Atka, and all motion ceased. Jack was frozen in despair, Safar in deranged paranoia, the young girl in fear. However, the detective didn’t have a moment to waste to comprehend what she had just done, the ice created under her feet before time had stopped being a springboard for her to intentionally slip slightly, increasing her speed as she leapt forward with but a single attack in mind.
With a desperate swing of her right fist, coated in Xifeng’s restored one, Atka made her move. The imbued glove collided with Safar’s gun arm, smashing bone and throwing it to the side, the only moving object in the stopped time influencing an otherwise immobile Safar. Then, as swiftly as time had frozen, it broken through Atka’s icy grip and resumed, a bullet screaming out of the gun’s chamber and hitting the ceiling with a loud crack. But the girl was unharmed. With her left fist, fuming at both herself for letting the situation get so dire, and at the would-be murderer, she punched Safar, knocking him into the wall with enough force to injure but hopefully not kill.
There was a sharp crack as his head hit the ceiling, the man falling to the floor unmoving, a bit of blood staining his dark hair but his chest did rise slowly, confirming he was still alive, however slim he was to death though.
The girl with the short hair fell to the ground, putting her arms around her head, sobbing to herself obviously scared out of her mind at the situation. Xifeng withdrew into Atka, the blood sustaining her evaporating, and Atka hugged the girl. “Are you Tracey?” She whispered gently, stroking her hair to try and calm her as she had done for her own daughter on occasion.
Tracey recoiled at her touch initially, being a bit afraid of Atka and her weird trick, though it wasn’t long till she squeezed the woman back as if she would die otherwise. “Y-Yes…” She said shakily. “T-They cut my hair… it looks horrible now…” She cried, indeed her hair looking butchered as if a knife had been taken to it.
“We’ll fix it up…” Atka insisted kindly. “My friend might even be able to help it grow back quicker.” She glanced at a momentarily stunned Jackson, who quickly sighed, rubbing his forehead.
You know I’m not that good with biokinesis… He complained mentally, though smiled in relief in spite of himself.
***
Memphis Interstellar Spaceport
Memphis, Tennessee; United States of America
March 3rd, 2044
3:45 P.M., Local Time
Atka sat in the terminal with her partner, wearing her casual attire that she had worn to Fiji in addition to her coat - thankfully the air conditioning wasn’t making it ridiculously hot like at the Hotel Casablanca - watching Tracey. “So it’s all finalized then?” She spoke into her cellphone with her informant. “No legal issues with giving her father custody anymore?”
“Nope, at least for the moment. It isn’t permanent, but it is at least something for the next year while the threat any of those goons’ friends try and get revenge is still present.” Roberts explained. “And good work by the way, if I am not mistaken the guys you took into custody are already on a one way trip to a cold cell in New Alcatraz.”
Atka smiled, though she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. “I’m glad I could put away two murderers, though… I’m also glad I didn’t accidentally cripple the guy. I hear that they have the prisoners work to stay in shape and offer some contribution to society, so it wouldn’t have been a good thing if I’d gone too far.”
“Trust me… I wouldn’t have lost sleep.” Francine let out a little chuckle and sighed, “So you are really going to do this yourself with your partner in tow?”
“Yeah.” Atka’s tone became serious. “I feel obligated to, but that’s not the only reason I’m going. I got a call from my friend Aya Brea… she told me that an old enemy of hers has resurfaced not too far from Forseti. So after I drop Tracey off and say hello to my eldest daughter, I plan on going to help her with Jack. And… you’re sure you want to come? It’s going to be dangerous.”
“And that’s why I need to come with you,” Jackson insisted. “Don’t want you trying to sacrifice yourself or something without me being there to stop you. Did you say goodbye to your family here?”
Atka smiled. “I did. Everything’s squared away. Now it’s just a matter of taking the trip to the planet itself… should be quicker than it’s taking for the Einherjar, even if we’ll arrive after them, due to having a smaller ship to ourselves.” Returning her attention to Francine, she asked, “Is there anything more you need from me related to wrapping up the case, or is this goodbye for now?”
There was another sigh from the woman, but this one was more saddened. “No… this is goodbye. I would love to go with you guys and provide you backup like always but someone needs to keep your office cleaned up and looked after. Who knows… maybe I will take a vacation to Fiji.” The informant joked. “I heard there is a huge villa up on the market.”