Kiyohime

[Levenna]

8:42 A.M, October 20th, 828 A.S.
Outcast Destroyer MNS Muerte

"So." The Captain spoke as he stood at his full height with his arms crossed, looking down doubtfully at the medical bed below him. "You say she will be awake soon?"

"Si. She was in a bad state when she came in here but her recovery was quite swift, with some assistance. She stirred slightly yesterday. Her coma now is medically induced to speed the recovery." The medical officer to the captain's left replied idly while checking several monitors and adjusting the drip leading in to the naval officer's arm. He had closely been monitoring the Destroyer's captain for the last four days, and he was obviously quite tired. He was quite unsure why the Captain wanted this woman in particular to live, but it gave him something to occupy himself so the Doctor was not about to complain. The downside of living on a ship full of Cardamine addicts was that medical officers tended to have very little to do, owing to the increased physical and mental resilience of those afflicted.

"I see." the Captain responded. "Wake her up. I'd like to speak with her." he stated firmly, clearly not in a mood for patience and carrying the bearing of a man who had things to do and places to be.

The doctor's face flashed with irritation briefly as he let out a short but exasperated sigh. "You don't just wake people up from a coma, Capitan. The drug I gave her to sleep should wear off in the next hour or so. She might wake up then." he responded with a small hint of venom in his voice, taking the captain off guard. The chief medical officer was the only person on the ship who had the bravery to speak to him in this way. It took him off guard but equally, he respected it. A faint sound of unsteady, but consistent deep breaths began to emanate from behind the doctor, who turned around in surprise. "Or.. perhaps sooner than expected."

The doctor's patient began to twitch gently, starting in the fingers, before more deliberate muscle movements began over the next few minutes in her limbs as she shifted her body very sligthtly, flexing some of the restrains that chained her wrists and ankles in place. After ten minutes or so, her eyelids began to flutter and her breathing normalised. She opened her eyes proper now, although only barely. She attempted to bring her arm up to her face, presumably in an attempt to wipe her eyes, however there was a gentle clink as the chain holding her restraint in place refused to let her move her arm any more than a few short inches. Her eyes snapped open now, fully revealing her blue iris' as per pupils dilated from the light. She inhaled sharply as she looked down, seeing the restraint on each of her limbs. She saw the Maltese naval uniforms before her, and a sense of loss could be seen spreading across her face as her lips parted slightly, letting out a gentle sigh of resignation as her head fell back against the small pillow of her medical bed.

The captain chuckled as the Naval officer took in her surroundings. "Good morning. You may be interested to know it has been six days since your ship's destruction, four of which have been spent here. How do you feel?" He asked teasingly, raising his chin slightly in amusement as he crossed his arms and stood above the foot of the officer's medical bed. His face soured however, as the officer stared daggers at him and did not reply. They sat there, staring each other down for the next ten seconds or so, before the Outcast once again broke the silence. "Very well. I was hoping to have a pleasant conversation but I see that is out of the question. I am Capitan Salazar Garcia of the Maltese Navy, and you are going to give me details of the defences, patrols, and vessels stationed in defence of the Kyushu system."

"Matsuda.. Ichika... Captain. Kusari Naval Forces. Serial Number MI810508.."

Garcia broke in to a false smile, showing his teeth as he looked down at Matsuda. "Good! Now we are getting to know each other. Pleasantries have already been dispensed with however. If you would be so kind as to tell me what you know, that would save us both some considerable time."

"Matsuda.. Ichika... Captain. Kusari Naval Forces. Serial Number MI810508.."

Garcia sighed now, a look of disappointment coming across his face. Whether it was feigned or not was near impossible to tell, but nonetheless he walked over to where the chief medical officer stood watching. "Perhaps you are wondering why you feel.. different. Perhaps you are wondering why you recovered so quickly from what were certainly life threatening injuries. After all, your pod was one of the ones closest to your destroyer when its reactor melted down.." He paused, feigning considering his next words in his monologue, to let his last sentence settle in for a second. "Perhaps it is down to your physique. After all you are in quite good shape, it is logical that it could be what saved your life. Or.." he continued, smiling genuinely this time, "there could be another reason." he said as he sat down on the bed next to Matsuda, raising his hand and tapping the IV drip that was leading in to Matsuda's arm.

The Naval Captain's eyes were drawn to the IV and immediately recognised what was flowing through it. Her eyes began to tear and her already tattered voice broke even further. "Matsuda Ichika... Captain. Kusari.. Naval Forces. Serial Number MI810508.."

Garcia sighed once more as he stood up and turned his back to Matsuda. "You should be grateful, you know. Four days of continuous liquid cardamine injection, worth a fortune on any black market in Sirius. The stuff saved your life. But, nonetheless I see that you have no intent of giving up the information I require of your own free will, so it appears that we will be here for.. some time."