The Red Crown of Eshan
The shuttle creaked as it waited for launch. She had come here for a business meeting, one that was meant to be quick and without issue. Anytime before this, working with the Senator had been easy. It was obvious he didn't trust her; he probably hated the fact that he needed her… but this time was different.
Whatever was happening outside of the ships, that large celestial body that hung so close to the viewpoint. Something was there; it pulsed and clawed, wanting more from the Echani. It was only now that she thanked her parents and their diligence for her training at such a young age. To protect herself, to keep whatever was inside of her at bay. It was the only reason she was able to protect herself while also protecting Dominic.
Closing her eyes, she waited. The Echani she had brought with her moved quietly, avoiding the small private room in the shuttle. She didn't want to see them, and she had already asked the head of security to see her.
Her eyes moved along the wall, searching for the clock. How long was it going to take 312? Quinn's brow furrowed as she watched the seconds tick by. She counted them, and with each one passing, her fingers dug into the fabric of the blanket she covered herself with.
Quinn looked away; she couldn't look at the clock any longer. If she did, she wouldn't be able to hold back the tears that welled in her eyes. The panic had finally begun to subside, but she tried to understand the necessity to reach for her. Did she give signals that that was okay?
Dominic wasn't the first, nor would he be the last — but she was thankful that he, above all, was aware.
That was enough for her to respect him more than she originally did. He had not been like the others, the ones who felt they had a right to move into her space. Almost instinctively rubbed her cheek against her knee to wipe away the ghostly feeling of another's unwanted touch.
She continued to wait, hoping that whatever was keeping the trooper from doing the most important part of her duty list would end soon.
Quinn could feel herself, in all directions, falling apart.
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