Session #3
Napoleon stood there at the console, letting her ears soak in the sound of the static that came from the radio. It looked as though she was trying to get something out of the noise, like a sign or a hidden message. She slowly closed her eyes and took off the headset and placed it back on the terminal it was resting on. Without opening her eyes, she quickly undid the tie in her hair, shook her head and let her shoulder-length, dark black hair fall where it may.
She turned around very slowly and opened her eyes to see her men all looking at her with mixed expressions of fear and curiosity. The name “Ezra” had sent her into a blank state of mind, almost as if the thing itself froze her. She sighed deeply, which everyone took as a sign to return very quickly back to their work. The only one left standing in front of her was Dr. Ned, who wasn’t sure whether he was more curious or concerned for his sovereign. He slowly walked a bit closer to her, trying to see if he could help. She put her hand up and with her other hand, rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“Do we know where that signal came from?” she said at last.
“We’re working on that, High Evolutionary,” Ned replied. “When it was cut off, it must have broken, because we can’t seem to trace it. In a short time, though, it will be found.”
“Move on from the signal,” Napoleon said, adjusting her coat. “Whoever it was has moved on by now, far away from that point.”
“Very well, High Evolutionary.”
”We’re going to need to get ahead of him, catch him before he causes any more damage to the people.”
”Should we put out a reward for him?” Dr. Ned asked. “There are a lot of bounty hunters in this city, perhaps they…”
”I appreciate your zeal, Dr. Ned, but there is no need to involve cowboys just yet. He isn’t that big of a threat, and for all we know this was a one-time incident.”
Napoleon wandered away from Dr. Ned towards the enourmous window on the far wall of the Comm Center. The window took up the entire wall, and it gave a wonderful view of the vast city of Milele. It was a little more than three times the size of 21st century New York, but it filled with more promise than any other metropolis before it. Over the last 15 years, Napoleon has spent her time building this empire of hers up from nothing save for a few misguided ideals and a couple of bullets. She has guided the development of new methods of thinking, new technologies, and new eras of peace. It’s been given the label “New Reinassance”, a new golden age for humanity.
But never had Napoleon herself felt anything in all those years of progress. Nothing but pure, quiet rage.
Dr. Ned stood behind his leader, and wordlessly reached out to help her. He put his hand on her shoulder, comforting her. Napoleon turned around, and softly placed her hand on the doctor’s bony, smooth hand.
“It’s alright,” she said, chuckling a little. “I’m alright.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, concerned. “I very much doubt that you are okay.”
She smiled, and turned back to the window. “Me, too.”
