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Q & A, With: Arven Sique. (Morning: 7.19.17)

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Arven Sique

Without an audience to put on a show for, there was no fanfare in Arven’s arrival. His presence blasted down upon the place, of course, but with it, came only a sudden appearance of a figure. The slim, small man, was dressed in simple, dark clothing. Like a uniform, but not quite. Deep grey, and black dominated it. His mask was upon his face, and he waited, sitting in a table, and staring at… Nothing.

Captain James T. Kirk

Asleep, it seems! For the first time, it was deep REM sleep. One that allowed the Captain some peace of mind. Along with a proper nights rest. So full. Even his dreams were vivid in light! In some small ways, the woman had allowed him to be Reborn. Although, that was pushing it for the descriptive factors. Aye. Today was going to be different. However, that little spark of something did catch the force user’s attention! Causing him to stir, to slip out from under those covers, to open the little flip of a rug to see. Arven Sique. Kirk sat there, remembering each of those tortures that he’d been put through with that man. There were so many of them, now. “Why are you here?” Demanding Captain, aren’t you?

Arven Sique

“Why are you here?” He demanded back, and spun slowly, to face him. “This isn’t your inn, Kirk, last I checked. Something, something, Prime Directive, anyway.” Arven’s eyes flashed bright, and the creases around them deepened, as he smiled beneath the mask. “Of course, commitment to Fleet regulations are hardly your highest concern at the moment, are they?”


Alex Danvers

The sleep tonight had been amazing. More so compared to these past few days. Kirk had been feeling more like himself and so it had eased her own mind, if only temporarily. Worry and fear were still present but they had been subdued. Right she was feeling good, safe and comfortable. Sleep was what they had both needed. And they had gotten it, too. Danvers yawned, indicating that she was indeed waking up. Tired hazel eyes looked around, as if to try and gauge where she was. The BBCT. One of their, frequents as of late. It was a nice place, though. It didn’t take long before she heard Kirks voice. Which meant he was already away. She even felt him slip out from the covers. While she didn’t get out of bed immediately, she eventually got out of bed as well and got dressed.

Captain James T. Kirk

Kyp must have high-tailed it back to Speir, to Arven and then to Malis. And finally: to all of her Damn Masters! Nonetheless, the initial damage was done to Kirk with Arvens Knowledge. “What are my concerns, Arven?” Tossing it back…

Arven Sique

“Let’s try not to be so dramatic, from this point on, hmm? There’s little point in it. It is rare, that I am here. Do you wish for me to list you back the concerns that you so rarely get a break from?” Arven shook his head. “Actually, I don’t care if you do. It’d be a bore. And I expect a bit more fun from you, than that. Ask me a question, Kirk. And choose it wisely.”

 

Captain James T. Kirk

This is a cake-walk, it’s easy: it’s just conversation. Though he half expects to see: Kyp, Speir, Malis and their army to come take him back to their base any day now. Nerves. Nervous. Kirk shook his head, though he thought about his questions for a good long while, “…Is Pike alive?”

Alex Danvers

Stepping outside of the BBCT, she noticed that they were not alone. Though she had concluded that already, what with Kirk speaking to someone. She had just been unable to pinpoint who it was. As for what she was wearing, it was pretty much her usual uniform. Only difference was that she was wearing a black tank top instead of her usual DEO tactical shirt. Aside from that, she had everything else. And two weapons were on her right now. Her gaze went to Kirk and then to Arven. She had seen this individual before…that much she knew. For now, she remained silent and was observing. But she was definitely there. He asked a very good question, though. Would he get a response though? Somehow, she doubted Pike was alive. If they could get some clarity here, that would be a big plus.

Arven Sique

Arven considered the man for several long seconds, before nodding slowly. “He is alive.” the Sique confirmed, turning to look at Danvers. “You, too, may ask me a question. Do not confer with Kirk. In mind or word. I wish for you to ask it from within yourself, lass. Ask me… A question, and choose it wisely.”

Alex Danvers

Truth be told, she wasn’t prepared for a comment like that. A question. One that was from within herself. That was difficult. And she just woke up, to make it more difficult. Honestly she didn’t know. Danvers had many questions but she could only ask one. Though she wasn’t allowed to confer with Kirk. Not via words, not via mind. For a moment she stood there, having paused in her walking. Was she pondering it? Of course she was. They knew Pike was alive now, at least. As for her own question, she wasn’t sure what she wanted answer. ”Can I think about it for a moment?” Danvers asked. And no, that wasn’t the question. ”I have many questions. It’s hard to pick one.”

Arven Sique

“If Kirk speaks, the answer is no,” Arven said quickly.

Captain James T. Kirk

Kirk was waiting to unleash more questions, but he’d wait for Danvers to get her question done first. Why, it’s only polite. When she needed time to think: Kirk took a damn breath. Though with the new odds, Kirk was now glaring at the woman.

Arven Sique

“But… I will give you time, to consider. Ask when you are ready.” He stared at her, and waited, watching her face carefully, and with no small amount of interest.

Alex Danvers

Danvers looked at Kirk, now with Arven giving her time. ”Thank you.” It wasn’t an easy request, after all. And so she would choose her question. For now she had to think of one.

Captain James T. Kirk

Frustrated! Kirk got out of the BBCT, then went to the bar. Nothing. The woman has NOTHING TO ASK the man. Soon enough, his health drink arrived right into his grasp. SWIG.

Alex Danvers

She did have things to ask. Many things in fact. And so her attention went to Arven. ”Will things be the way they used to be?” Danvers asked. ”After all this chaos.” Danvers had to know. Since so much was uncertain. The question felt important. ”Such as happiness and calm.” Since she felt it was an important question to ask. Again, it was more since they were uncertain. ”I’m just worried.” She admitted. And some reassurance was better than none. Was it a difficult question to ask? Perhaps. She just had to know.

Arven Sique

He shot a glance of disgust in Kirk’s direction, but his gaze softened, as he watched Danvers, and heard her question. He lifted his hands, to his mask, and removed it, setting it down, upon the table. “Oh, dear girl… I do not know of the future with certainty, because the future is not certain. But I have seen many, many, pasts. Perhaps more than you can imagine… And I can tell you that has been done, has never been undone. When your enemies are gone, more will rise in their place. But someday, if you hold true to your morals… If you stand strong, and persevere for just one breath longer than you thought you were ever able to… A different happiness, and a different calm, may be brought about.” He paused. “I offer my advice freely… Whether you find value in it or not, is up to you. Stay true to your own path, whether or not Kirk is alongside you upon it. For if his ever turns treacherous and deadly, there must be someone on stable ground to pull him back… Are you capable of doing that?”

Captain James T. Kirk

Kirk shot a glare towards Arven, only when the mask was removed and did he see? The Green Eyes? Green Eyed God. Although the questions seem contradictory, because either Kirk or Danvers could ask this? “..What is their Ground Base and Ship Base: weak points? Men, supplies, power and so on?” Full of questions, “…Guard patrols? Breaks? How do they initiate new captives?” The flood of questions, “…Where is Pike? And what is Mails Haytes tasks and roles in this venture?”

Arven Sique

“Kirk, you constantly rush forward, where you ought to hesitate, and hesitate, where you ought to rush forward. You are emotional, and it shall be your fall. Because you mistake your passion for commitment, and because you do not question your own motives.” Arven stood, and whirled around to face the man, and slowly walk forward. Arven’s eyes were like emerald stones, cast into bright flames. “But you are not broken yet. When you learn to love your enemies, and hate yourself: will the path become clear…Your days will be hard, Kirk. But as gold poured from a crucible, and pounded by a hammer, you will become better from them. Or, you will crack. Take that which is meant for evil, and craft it into good. Therein is all the information you need.” Arven stopped walking closer to Kirk, merely a few feet away. “And seek out Danvers’ opinion more often. She is wiser than you.” And then Arven ceased to be, simply vanishing from the room, and his words hovered in the air, for them to take, or to leave.

Captain James T. Kirk

Kirk was surprised by the sudden whirl of the Green Eyed God. So much so that he should have stepped back, but that never happened. Not Broken: yet. So they’re waiting for him to fall, to hate himself, and to love them: as if they were His Own. A practiced enemy. A guided enemy. Emotions are his downfall? He must question his own motives? Doubt himself. Corrupt his mind with the poisonous pen of being insecure? No. The Path. Hard. Stubborn. Kirk will become better than his adversaries? Or die among them? Kirk, however: did not cast a glance to Danvers after the man had disappeared. No. “They’re worried about us”, which wasn’t too far off, “…Could we be the one causing them fear?” To Danvers….

Alex Danvers

And then he was just… gone. Almost as soon as he had appeared. There was a lot to ponder. Both she and Kirk had been given pin-pointers here. And he had not been wrong in what she had to do. She had to remain strong and steadfast for this to succeed. A lot to ponder for sure. Would it be easy? No. Things worth fighting for seldom were. But they would remain strong and prevail. They had no other choice. And with Kirks question, she nodded once. Even if he wasn’t looking at her right now. ”They do fear us.” She was certain of it. The crew wasn’t as large as an army, but it had powerful and loyal people. ”I have a feeling we’re causing them fear, yeah.” That was her theory as well.

Captain James T. Kirk

“What else? Give me all of your opinions, right now”, Kirk sat down with his health drink in his right hand, “…You have ten minutes to provide me this report”, No. Joke. He’d be worse than ticked if she needed time to think again. He even set the timer on his flat phone….

Alex Danvers

Report. Got it. And so she would give her opinions regarding stuff. ”Generally speaking, yesterday gave me a glimmer of hope.” Danvers said and well, it was the truth. She was awake now, at least, so that was good. ”There are still… worries.” No way around that one, sadly. More so because of their enemies. ”More so because we just don’t what they’re fully capable of, what they’ll do.” So yes there were worries and fear. ”But our plan will succeed. It has to.” She had to keep telling herself that. ”As for that Outpost, I think that taking it over in due time could prove useful. Not only would it be a strong and fortified position but it could also reveal the location of other possible outposts.” Though that would have to wait until their initial plan had been carried out. ”It’s a massive undertaking, though and I won’t pursue it unless I know we’re able to carry it out.” And unless he thought it was a bad idea. ”There’s bound to be resources, weapons, armor, vehicles. Just about anything.” To help the war.

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