///Quincy?? (or something else…IDK MUST THINK OF NAMEBLUH)///
Here she was, Miss Cassandra Azura Starlite, just a little story, myth, and oddity in our minds only a few days ago. I’d started tracking her the moment we’d heard word of her in this Fringe World in the outer ring. Wasn’t all that often you’d pick up just a little story like the one we heard up in the Dominion Communications Facility up on this planet’s neighbor, Solaris, only a couple hundred light years away. It also wasn’t often you’d find psionics out here, though it was the easiest place to lose one, or never find one-being so far away from central Dominion space. It was so easy to slip away through the cracks out here…Too bad this psionic wasn’t that good at hiding.
Still, you had to give her a damn good amount of credit. Not often a psionic would live to be so old without even being detected by the Dominion. She was twelve, nearly thirteen years old by my knowledge. Children much younger than her were taken as soon as it was found that they had psionic abilities or had an above average PI. To be thirteen, and still not a part of the Ghost Program-that was a rarity indeed. Almost made me feel a bit guilty for coming to take her…but only almost. I had to put bread on the table somehow, even if just for myself.
The girl stared up at me with an intensity that made me feel at the very least, uncomfortable. Her icy blue eyes didn’t help this, but I couldn’t help but admire their color either. They were a pretty unusual hue, though I’d come to find that some psionics just had strange colored eyes. I’d found some children with eyes that were dark hues of purple, some even with fire or blood colored eyes. Most though, did have pretty normal colors, like greens and blues and browns. These eyes seemed to have the best of both worlds though, these eyes of Miss Starlite, being blue, yet still having a uniqueness of their own.
I smiled, and came out of my corner of shadows and sat at the edge of the porch. She didn’t utter a word, and still stared at me, like I was a math problem to be solved for homework. I guess, now that I thought about it, that was a pretty good analogy. Depending on how high her PI was, she’d probably be going bonkers trying to figure out why she couldn’t read my thoughts or tell what I was feeling just from my head. I assumed this was the case, and smiled a bit more. At least my damn psi screen was working like it was supposed to.
Funny I was thinking about this, because her first words she spoke to me, with a face full of concentration, were: “Why can’t I hear what you’re thinking?”
I laughed. Out of all questions she could have asked me, like: Who are you? What are you doing here? How do you know my name? (All being my favorite first questions, mind you.), she asks that instead. Observant, I’d give her that much.
At least I’d picked up one piece of information from that very first question though, which was good. What she asked told me that she could indeed read minds. It was a very good thing the Dominion gave me the psi screen then. I sure didn’t need a little psionic punk poking around in my head…
“Reasons.” I answer her simply. I counter her with, “What makes you think you could hear what I’m thinking anyway?”
“I’m psionic,” she stated quite plainly to my surprise, “I think that’s reason enough.”
So this one knew what was with her. That’s a bit different, I thought. They typically didn’t know what to call it, hell; they didn’t know what the word meant half the time: psionic.
She then asked as I was pondering this, “Does that surprise you or something? What I said?”
“Actually, yes, it does.” I answer, observing her curiously. She looked like she was doing the same to me, again being pretty darn observant for being just twelve.
“How do you know you’re psionic?” I asked.
“I’m not sure I should tell you.” She answers. “I know you’re with the Dominion.”
“Really now?” I say.
She nodded, and then asked, “Why didn’t you bring soldiers or something? Aren’t you taking me away?”
I just sat there and stared at her, astonished. She knew very well why I was here already, without me even telling her yet, or by reading my mind. Yet then again, from what I heard her saying down the hill, the bits and pieces of what I heard her saying…I guess she did know that it was pretty soon that, someone was coming to get her. How did she know that though?
I nod a bit as an answer, after a moment of thinking. “I don’t do soldiers.” I add. “They make the people I come to retrieve uncomfortable, and more likely to, well…” I let that sentence trail off. I found out early on that if you brought marines with you to come pick up the runts, that they were more likely to either A-Run away, B-Freak out, and C-Cause injuries. A Pyro a while back singed my hair, leaving me partially bald and eyebrowless for a few days, the little bastard. I was more than capable of coming to snatch up the munchkins myself anyway.
The girl nodded after a moment, having a thoughtful expression on her face. She seemed to put two and two together, which actually impressed me a bit. Witty, Clever, Observant…she’d probably be like, an honors student or something at the Academy.
“So, how do you know so much?” I ask.
“Same as before, I don’t think I should tell you.” She responded.
“Aren’t you going to at least give me a little hint or something?” I ask in a joking way.
“Nope.” she says with a small smile.
She made a thoughtful expression again, and asked, “Why are you here to take me away? Were you the first to track me or something?”
I leaned forward, folding my hands together. “Well…yes, I was first to find you. And, as for why I’m here…It’s my job to wrangle up kids like you, who are psionic. That’s why I’m called a Wrangler.”
She gave me a curious look. “A Wrangler?”
I laugh. “Yes. A Wrangler.”
Cassie nodded in a quiet way, and looked sideways, away from me. It took me a moment to realize it was my turn to ask a question. At that moment, I actually didn’t know what to ask. There wasn’t much more for me to try and glean from her. She didn’t want to tell me anything, but that was for her own reasons, and I guess I could at least respect that much.
“Well, Miss Starlite,” I say after thinking for a while. I felt a bit terrible for asking this last question, but somehow, it seemed fitting.
“Ready to go?”
Cassie turned to face me again slowly, then, with a sigh-nod combination, she said:
“It’s not like I have a choice.”
Edited by Mockingjay on 12/26/2012 3:42 PM PST