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Sara stared at the drink in front of her trying to digest the messages she had read over the past few hours. The music was non-existent at the vortex and the sound of the small crowd made it difficult to think. Downing the rest of whatever Dutch had poured her she pushed herself from the bar and started to leave.
“Thanks for the drink” she hollered, making her way out into hydroponics. A sigh escaped her as she tried to think of a solution to her problem. What the hell was Tann thinking? Did he really think she would go along with being someone's lab rat? Sure she probably shouldn’t have hacked into his accounts but they HAD kept her here for months and she was bored out of her mind. Harry had noted her restlessness and allowed her omnitool to be reinstalled into her. She ran a thumb on the small scar and nearly jumped when it pinged. Gosh she was so jumpy these days. Tapping her wrist she opened the tool and looked at the newly pinged mail in front of her.
To: Jarun Tann
From: Daanfre
Director Tann. Your offer of a breeding contract between our people has caused many issues among the leaders here on Aya. Our scientists, of course, are intrigued by the idea that humans and Angara may be genetically compatible. However, our people will be resistant to this idea and if we are to proceed steps need to be made to insure secrecy. I will be blunt Director, the leadership will never approve this contract. I however offer you an option. It has come to my attention that the pathfinder has a sister that is in a coma at the moment. The information that I have been given suggests that she may never recover, please correct me if I am wrong. If she is anything like the Pathfinder I would ask for her to be the subject of our trial. After all what better surprise to give your pathfinder then something to remember his sister by? Angara value family above all else and this would be a gift to the pathfinder. If knowledge is collected it is a pleasant side benefit. I am also made aware that you have rights over her person as director of the initiative. If you are in agreement we would like to have a lab set up in the next few days I will forward you the list of equipment that we will be needing. My staff will be arriving soon. They will not be made aware of the name of the subject and I do not have to remind you that security is of the utmost importance.
I will be seeing you soon,
Daanfre
Genetics Specialist.
Sara stared at the screen in front of her. She knew that keeping the fact she had awakened would come back to bite her in the ass. “Sam?” she said in an angry tone.
“Yes Sara. How can I help?”
“Is my brother still on Voeld?”
“Yes Sara. The mission he is currently on requires communications silence” sounding hesitant SAM added “ I cannot divulge details.”
“I didn’t ask for details SAM!” Sara brought a hand to her hair and raked her fingers across her skull. Fuck this. I need to get off this station. She made her way to the tram station and smashed her fist into the button to the habitation deck of the Hyperion. Biting her lower lip she paced about waiting for her stop. The sound of the tram decelerating brought her to a halt and she waited impatiently for the doors to open. “Sam is my gear still stored in my father's room?”
“You mean the Pathfinders room Sara?”
“This is not the time to be snarky with me SAM. You know exactly what I mean!” The doors opened and looking about the deck she found it mostly deserted. A few people were glued to their omnitools by the bridge door but otherwise she would encounter no one else on her way to the room. Letting out a breath. “I’m sorry I snapped at you SAM. I’m just…” she made her way to her father's room.
Sam broke the silence. “Your belongings sit in the pathfinders room. Do you wish access?”
“Yes” she whispered “I do.” Thankful that her brother had removed the guard outside the door, she entered. Another ping alerted her to a new message. No, two new messages. Both from Tann. Sara settled herself on the bed and opened the one sent to her.
To: Sara Ryder
From: Jarun Tann
It has come to my attention that you may be ready to be assigned duties as your recovery is almost complete. Normally I would not trouble myself with such matters but you are the Pathfinders sister. As such you will be required to submit to a full physical examination by a Nexus physician. I am aware you are under the care of Hyperion doctor Carlyle but Initiative protocol dictates that a non biased doctor examine you before duties are assigned to you. An appointment has been scheduled for you the day after tomorrow, 0600. Dr. Harrison will be expecting you, do not be late.
Director Tann
Sara ran a hand through her hair, pinching her nails into her skull. It was a habit she couldn’t break that told anyone that knew her that she was stressed. Tann’s mail rang like an alarm bell and she scrunched hair into her hand and pulled, the slight pain grounding her. Alright, let's see what the horned amphibian has to say. She opened the second mail noting that every one of the mails was sent to personal inboxes and not official ones.
To: Theodore Harrison
From: Jarun Tann
Subject will be available at the secured lab the day after tomorrow, 0600. See that she is sedated and placed in a cryo pod for the time being. The Angara geneticist and her staff will arrive in a few days. See that the lab is fully stocked and everything in place for when they arrive. Destroy all communications and records of our conversations. I do not have to remind you that your families queue in cryo depends upon your ability to keep this secret.
Director Tann
“Sara your heart rate has accelerated. I also detect increased levels of Adrenaline and Nor-epinephrine in your system. Do you wish for me to contact Dr. Carlyle?”
Sam's voice brought her out of her daze.
“NO! That is the last thing I need right now SAM!” Think Sara, what would dad do in this situation? Oh she knew exactly what he dad would have done but she couldn’t exactly storm into Tann’s office with accusations. Who would believe her? She hacked into his accounts and by now all the information was being wiped from all records. Think! I need...I need. Dam it what did she need? Her eyes dropped to the familiar trunk at the foot of the bed and her dad's voice echoed in her head. A memory drifting into her mind.
"Come on Sara. Use what you got, open your eyes and take in your surroundings." Alec stated as he gave his young daughter a reassuring smile.
"Ug! Dad! That's easy for you to say! You're an N7 and I'm...I'm.."
"Sara, look at me." He knelt down and placed a hand on her small face. "You, can do this." He stood back up and watched her.
Taking a deep breath Sara looked at the target. He had never been one to make things easy for his children and this lesson was no different. She pulled a small dagger, she had asked her father for, out of it's sheath. She looked at the way the wind was blowing and then at the target. Noticing that although the target was moving it had a pattern to the way it moved. She smirked and quietly counted. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five,six." She continued like this for a few minutes until the pattern became apparent to her. Alright, she could do this. Correcting her posture and stance she relaxed. "One, two, three, four, five, throw...."