Aftermath (Elliana Fairchild)
| Aftermath (Elliana Fairchild) | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 28 January 2012 |
| Location: | None |
| Synopsis: | In the moments after betraying the Union and fleeing to the Confederacy, Elliana considers her situation. |
| Cast of Characters: | 92 |
| Tinyplot: | The Sealing |
The muted roar of the aerial APC's engines was a dim, relaxing comfort. Odd, considering Elliana's world lacked such technology. She had only been on a few airships in her time, before joining the Union. Now, she was relaxing in the bed heading for the Confederate base. Nine had, just as he'd said, not murdred her upon pick up... and much as she hated to admit it, she'd /needed/ picked up.
The former priestess flexed her hand. The pain was just a dull throb now... as powerful as her new abilities were, the tailored painkillers that the paramedics had given her were very effective. Without the power that she'd planned on draining from the Union Elites, Elliana could barely feel the flickering spark that had once been a bright, burning star within her. Her connection to Chalaine... and her power to heal. Now she knew she could force the tissue to knit faster, but it was a far cry from what she once could do.
Of more concern was the roiling, angry presence within her body. Father Graham's constant attempt to muffle the Shajem's presence while the binding was still fresh, combined with the horrendous damage to her body and Psyber's exorcism... it had jarred the binding far too much for her comfort. Letting the Shajem out was out of the question, but it was taking far too much of her power to keep the chains that restrained that primal presence bound in place. Of course, her soul was bonded to it now, so it would not /escape/ from her... but taking over her body was hardly a good alternative.
Siiigh. She had time, though. The Union was out for her blood, but the Confederacy would keep them from attacking her right away. Rest... that was what she needed. And time to reinforce the bindings, to allow her to tap into that vicious, unthinking power in a more controlled manner.
It had gone south, yes. The powers of all of those Elites had been... misjudged. Even where successful, such as with Himei and Psyber, her Binding had simply led to a more practical drawing of weapons. And her head, despite the drugs, still throbbed... though it was hard to tell if that was from Psyber's bullet that had half-ruined her face, Rampart's holy strike, or George's psychic assault. Yet, after it all, she still had the power of the Shajem harnessed inside of her. When her next chance did come around, in three centuries...
She would be ready.
