Threats from within.

[Exile]

I turned around to face the voice that just spoke from behind me, gazing upon my own face in the reflection of the odd mosaic. It reminded me of why I had traveled across the entire station to get here. I looked up to discover from who that voice came and saw a woman. She had long, black curly hair and was dressed in a suit that had a pattern not unlike the one you could find on the walls and floors of this particular sector of Altair. Somehow, I recognized her right away. Angela Corino. "The Emissary".

I looked straight at her in a bit of scared way, she did just sneak up on me after all. Plus.. A dead woman? What? I wanted to speak but before I could fully open my mouth she beat me to it. "Looking good indeed.." she began. She smacked her hand against my shoulder and legs as if I was some sort of victim of a shrapnel explosion recently released from the hospital. "Firm legs, arms and shoulders looking good... Excellent." I tried to speak, say something sensible. But the words ; Uhm, and ok, were the only that left my lips. Angela stood in front of me with her arms crossed, smiling. "An excellent point. Come, sit." She said as she guided me into a room decorated like a living room. I stopped when we crossed the threshold and gazed into the room. It was built from the same "crystal" as the rest of the section seemed to me with, surprisingly, Human furniture. Almost like an apartment belonging to a rich, influential woman. "It's Maltian," she spoke. "A little bit of home." She pointed at one of the sofa's that seemed to fit in perfectly with the mosaic texture of the walls and floor and told me to sit down. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll go and fetch us something to drink"

Angela walked into another room adjacent to the one I was currently in and disappeared out of my field of view. I sat down in the (surprisingly comfortable) sofa standing across from a rather large, glass table. I looked into the glass to once again see my own reflection. It was a strange feeling. Like a few weeks ago, I felt.. Strange upon seeing it. When I first looked at myself I had noticed that a scar that had been on my right cheek since I was about a year of seven had disappeared. The same goes for the one on my left upper leg inflicted to me by a rather charming mugger with a dagger before my current.. Occupation. It just didn't make sense. Why would they fix that?

Angela came back into the room with a glass in each one of her hands. Still smiling. She sat down in a chair positioned on the head of the table and put the glass down, shoving one towards me. "Go on" she said. "It's from Rheinland, Hamburg I think. Never tried it myself, but it should be good." She smelled at the contents of the glass and drank a sip. "I'll give you one thing, Rheinland might not be much of an empire anymore, but it still knows it's liqour." I smiled and looked down a bit, knowing not whether that was a compliment, a normal remark or an insult. "Go on" she continued. "Try it. You'll love it."

I looked down to the glass, and as I did this, Angela looked down at my hand that was starting to reach for it. I approached it, and again the glass got "pulled" into my hand as the PDA did almost half an hour ago. It startled me, and I dropped the glass on the crystalline floor. Strangely, it didn't break, merely spill some of its contents. "Excellent.." Angela spoke. "I'll have that cleaned up later". Excellent? Excellent when I -pull- something with my -hand- whilst not having it -in- the hand? I was an open minded person, but not a super woman.

"Excellent?" "Why is this excellent?" I asked rather assertively. "Because yo-" Angela tried to say, but I interrupted her and stood up. "No! No! I came here to get some answers, not be observed like some form of lab rat.. Angela. " This wasn't like me. I never jumped up and raised my voice. I'm a waiter, an observer, some one who watches and listens, then acts. Not like this. Angela sat back into the chair and finished her drink in one go, allowing me more time to speak. "Ever since I awoke with you at my side, those weird.. Machines, things, I don't know what the hell they were.. I've not been my-" "But you have been", she interrupted me. "Of course I'm myself." I continued. "I'm me.. But.. Different. I feel better, healthier, stronger, faster.." "And that's a bad thing?" She asked. "Bad? No, no. Not bad.. But that's not all. Ever since I woke up I've been hearing.. Things.. Voices in my head.. They don't always make sense, and some of them are too distant to hear. " "So?" She spoke. "Perhaps you just need some time off. You've been doing a lot of them lately, haven't you. " She said with a small smile on her face. "Then how do you explain that?" I asked her pointing down to the content previously held by the glass pulled into my hand. "You can't, can you? Not by blaming it on stress!" I almost shouted at her.

She looked me in the eyes and I said "I want answers, Angela."

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