No response to her message came back. Maybe she never really hit send. Maybe she did and no one got it. Maybe no one could respond. Or maybe there was no one there to respond.
She would have what would likely be a lengthy few minutes to think about that, until there's a hand placed on her shoulder.
"Relax, we're here."
Communications were garbled enough as it was, and her added gibberish didn't help. As was not knowing whether any of this was even real or not, but the chance had to be taken.
Now came the slightly more difficult part, of unhooking her from the console. Leon was no technical expert, but getting her unplugged wasn't too much of a hassle, once he identified all the connections. At least he didn't just cut all the wires and be done with it.
Lafiel felt stabs of panic hit her. She was alone in this disgusting illusion while the Nightmare King did what it wished with her body and the ship's systems.
She floated in the mess. Helpless, alone, without anyone to tell her what to do or where to go next.
When she felt a hand touch her shoulder, it was as if she were feeling something that was happening a far distance away. The removal of her almfac from the ship's console caused her to plunge back into her body and she convulsed for a few seconds. It subsided into trembling.
Luckily the tears had dried on her cheeks. Her mouth tasted of vomit. "...Sir?" She was almost afraid to turn to look at him, suspecting another trick, to be confronted with another grinning death's head, perhaps of her father or little brother.
That was fine, as 'princess' was a social rank, not a military one. "Yes i'm alright, thank you, I...Gemflauch, I was plugged into the ship's systems this whole time! I have to run a check!" Her hands flew over the console, but the shaking meant she got it wrong several times and had to start over.
This was an awful feeling. She was for the first time afraid to plug into a ship, to use that wonderful feeling of connection that was the Abh birthright.
Lafiel took a few deep breaths. "Nothing vital is endangered, sir, but there's no telling what the Nightmare King did to the ship's systems. The almfac system is a direct interface..." She tapped a few keys and put her fingerprint to the screen. "I've locked the system into vital functions only mode, no other processes running. I hope that's enough..." She detached the gooheik glove from the chair and slowly, unsteadily stood. "...And thank you, sir."
"He'd still have to go up against Stacy and the other AI's if he wanted to do anything significant." But even something insignificant could be a problem. But they'd deal with that if it came to that. First things first, though.
Leon only nodded at the expression of gratitude. Not that he didn't appreciate it, but he never really wanted to be thanked for doing his job.
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She would have what would likely be a lengthy few minutes to think about that, until there's a hand placed on her shoulder.
"Relax, we're here."
Communications were garbled enough as it was, and her added gibberish didn't help. As was not knowing whether any of this was even real or not, but the chance had to be taken.
Now came the slightly more difficult part, of unhooking her from the console. Leon was no technical expert, but getting her unplugged wasn't too much of a hassle, once he identified all the connections. At least he didn't just cut all the wires and be done with it.
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She floated in the mess. Helpless, alone, without anyone to tell her what to do or where to go next.
When she felt a hand touch her shoulder, it was as if she were feeling something that was happening a far distance away. The removal of her almfac from the ship's console caused her to plunge back into her body and she convulsed for a few seconds. It subsided into trembling.
Luckily the tears had dried on her cheeks. Her mouth tasted of vomit. "...Sir?" She was almost afraid to turn to look at him, suspecting another trick, to be confronted with another grinning death's head, perhaps of her father or little brother.
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His hands held her still, mostly trying to keep her from falling out of the chair when she started convulsing.
"Can you hear me? Are you all right?"
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This was an awful feeling. She was for the first time afraid to plug into a ship, to use that wonderful feeling of connection that was the Abh birthright.
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Leon only nodded at the expression of gratitude. Not that he didn't appreciate it, but he never really wanted to be thanked for doing his job.
"Let's go."