The Glassing Run of Trisk (Origin Story)

Recap: In the last installment, Runish won a victory against the Trisken fleet and as soon as the victory took place he commenced a glassing run of the planet while they awaited their Rotchi allies to arrive with their ship, Solace.

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The Glassing runs commenced; it was the best way of demoralising the Triskens Runish could think of, regardless of the fact he was planning on testing a weapon that was potentially capable of destroying their entire planet. Rather than leaving them in peace for the short time they had left, Runish commanded the larger ships of the fleet to start glassing, their own capital ship included. Watching it all happen was a sight to see, shimmers of blue and green would reflect against the window of the cruiser. The tendrils of molten liquid reached their explosive end against the surface of this unlucky world. Ohearah had nothing to do but watch it all happen. Watch and wait, that was all that was required of him. This could be the cause of Harvet's mind-breaking episode. He thought to himself as he stared, mesmerised by the molten liquid wreaking havoc on Trisk. Unable to stop himself from imagining the terror of those below. Would they flee? Run from the beams? Would it be better to run toward them? To end it all sooner rather than later. "Ohearah." A voice called. "Captain Ohearah!" It called once more, this time, it pulled Ohearah from his daydreaming and away from the window.

"Yes? What is it?" Ohearah looked at a woman in her late twenties with her black hair tied back, dressed in formal attire. A skirt, a white and grey striped shirt, and a white lab coat. Like the ones the people of the med bay wore. The woman held a data pad and looked at it before looking back at him. "I see here that you haven't been in for your monthly evaluation." She said in a distracted voice. "Yes, well, things have been chaotic lately and I haven't found the time." The woman started to type something into the pad. "I've booked you in for an appointment in the next few days, once we finish up on Trisk I'll see you. Don't worry, you'll be notified of the date and time, just so you don't forget." Ohearah gritted his teeth. "Is that all?" He asked with a voice that was crawling with impatience.

Doctors were the last sort of people he would like to spend any time with. Constantly nagging and telling him how he should be behaving, and what pills he should be taking. Before, when he was a fair bit younger, it was fine; he would often book himself in for the odd visit. He was friends with his doctor back then. Now though? Now, they chase him down and each time it's a different one, not only that. They were patronising, constantly speaking in that upbeat happy tone that would suggest that because of his age he must be an imbecile. Fools The thoughts clouded his head and left Ohearah feeling like he wanted to spit on the ground, not before snorting a good hocker into his mouth. One of those nice and slimy green and phlegmy ones; the kind of one that could clear a room and let people know you were pissed off without having to say a word. Either that or a Mist-Stick. What Ohearah wouldn't give for one of them right now. He'd given up smoking them so long ago, the cravings never really went away though. Not all the time, but, every so often he would feel his chest tighten, he would clench his jaw so tight it could break his teeth, and flex his arms so hard that it felt like his biceps would pop. Just one drag. He would hear a voice in his mind whisper. Then, as sudden as the flash came on, it would be gone, like a wave crashing to the shore, the sea would then turn back into a calm pond; water made of glass.

The doctor continued to type and read whatever was written on her datapad until she finally looked back up at Ohearah. "There was one other thing." She said distantly. "Harvet. The director of glass." Ohearah shook his head slightly at that. "What about him?" He asked. "I was hoping you might fill me in, you seem to know him well." The doctor said, as her eyes darted back and forth from her datapad to Ohearah. "Look, if you're going to talk to me, give me your undivided attention. Stop looking at that thing, or can you not speak unless you read what's written down on it?" She looked back at him with a shocked expression and with a slight frown she rested her hands by her sides. "Sorry, I'm trying to multitask here, there are a lot of plates spinning on this ship and I can only be in one place at a time, physically. Mentally though I try to be everywhere at once. Harvet, previous director of glass. He came into the med bay complaining of having no sleep, as we were going to sedate him and keep him in overnight, but, he took off running and hasn't been seen since."

"Hasn't been seen since? Who's in charge of the ordinance hall?" Ohearah asked, but, he already knew the answer once he spoke. "That would be Jichaes, his second in command. He has taken over the operation of that hall." The woman said as she crossed her arms, the data pad held in her right hand was now resting on her elbow, and Ohearah almost saw her trying to take a peek at it. "Wouldn't Jichaes have a better idea of where to find him?" She shook her head to that. "No, he hasn't seen or heard from him. Nobody has, apparently." Ohearah couldn't help but squint. "Apparently? Are you insinuating that I could be harbouring that looney?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not insinuating anything, but, you do seem awfully defensive." "Yeah, not because of the interrogation, more so, because of the interrogator."

The doctor let out a slight sigh and rolled her eyes. "Why's that? Because you don't like seeing a woman in a position of power?" That one made Ohearah laugh, he wished it was the good kind of laugh some people only manage to get once a week if they're lucky, sadly though, it was more of a chuckle. "Position of power? You're a doctor, not a brigadier. No, it's not because of that. It's because I don't like you, you seem snooty, patronising and you've been acting like you have better places to be. I don't like people who try to act above their station and I definitely don't like people who try to jump to conclusions, like claiming victimhood over themselves, assuming that it must be the reason for someone not liking you."

"Oh, Ohearah, you're a fiery one aren't you? Didn't you ever hear that you should be kind to your doctor, I'm going to have some fun with you during your visit. I can't wait, in fact, I think I should move the appointment up." Ohearah was stopped in his tracks by the look of sly joy in her eyes. With a scoff, he waved a hand at her. "Tell you what. I'll start asking around and see if I can come up with anything, Harvet can't have just disappeared. Unless he jettisoned, but even then we would be able to find out if any life pods have been shot."

The doctor went back to her data pad, not before smirking at Ohearah. "Good, you do that and come and see me if you find anything." She turned and walked away, but, stopped in her tracks to look back at him. "Brigadier? I don't think Runish himself could make you squirm as I could." As she started to walk away Ohearah could hear her laugh to herself. An evil laugh that almost sent a shiver up his spine.

I'm not looking forward to my next visit. Ohearah thought to himself as he glanced at the window, but, he didn't stop to look out at the glassing beams. Instead, he started to the ordinance hall to speak with Jichaes himself.