Nimea Val' cha
Brother was the one who was older; he was supposed to be able to fix things! And all that happened was an unexciting light show in which nothing happened. The thought of the shields holding up to the horde did not faze Nimea, instead she was in a fury that blocked out reasonable thought of gain, and quite the gain it would be to have that sort of technology indeed.
āBROTHER!ā she snarled both physically and telepathically, the link between them at its most strained tension, her hands were quivering. āThat was supposed to work brother; I WANTED that fighter unit for mother. And now look what youāve done, it is getting away! Perhaps it would be better if I let you go die huh? Are you no better than those humanoids who are weak to the core! And look at you, dead in the air and vulnerable like a dirtyā¦Who are you!?ā she paused after saying that last bit, gasping in a cold shaking sweat.
That one fighting unit had asked her the same question hadnāt he? Why did she blurt that out? And a small voice in her head that was not her brotherās answered back, ābecause you do not know the answer to that questionā. And she knew she did not.
āBrother-Iā¦I am sorry, I did not mean those thingsā¦ā She apologized, her inner voice feeling weak, but the telepathic link growing stronger once more. The fact that it had weakened was curious indeed, werenāt all Kellārah linked because they were one? āBloodlust is silly brother, blood is a simple sticky substance that humanoids use to carry oxygen through their bodies, you and I have our own, we have no need for more of it. We need only fallow motherās orders and acquire what we may for her. Blood has nothing to do with it.ā She huffed a sigh in her Mech, her body cooled down substantially and her mood fallowed suit. Her serene and cool voice returned.