458 Getting old

The female officer didn't understand what he was talking about, but heeded his orders anyway.

Bowing to him she left to finish up her task.

Voron walked slowly and carefully throughout the ship, looking for traces of Mika's power in the air.

"Come out, I know you are here…" He said quietly as he walked the cargo bay floor.

The anxiety of possibly being caught and needing to run with a still injured body caused, Mika to lose control over staying invisible.

Trapped in a tight dark corner, Mika knew it would only be a matter of time before the old croon finds her if she doesn't move deeper into the ship. 

Waiting for the right moment, she ran towards the elevator shaft.

*Woosh*

The doors abruptly opened and closed making Voron jump in surprised.

"Running will get you no where, little mouse." Voron was quite sure that the intruder was Rychell's little mouse that he was toying with in the palace.

He truly didn't care what happens to her, whether she lives or dies, as long as she doesn't disrupt their plans; and with her being in those tunnels and on this ship, is definitely not part of their plans.

Exactly, what is Rychell doing?! Voron thought to himself was he entered a different elevator shaft to walk deeper into the ship.

Mika stepped off the elevator and was immediately stunned by the ship's interior. It was nothing like the Fae ships she seen before. Not even the warships she stole from the King before compared to this.

Examining the engines and the core before moving on to the mainframe system, Mika was amazed. The whole ship is on a whole different operation level.

Fascinated by the machinery in front of her, Mika forgot that she was supposed to be hiding from Voron.

The unsteady steps and heavy breathing of someone coming down the service steps, alerted her that she needed to hide.

Voron came down the steps slowly as he looked around the area. This is the most excising he has done in a long time.

No one was inside ship except for him and Mika, everyone else was still down at the cargo bay, loading up supplies.

Mika slowed her breathing and heart until it was barely noticeable. Drawing into herself, she close her mind and body off from the rest of the world.

Voron could have sworn he felt the intruder's presence in the engine room, but now it was completely gone.

Was I mistaken? He believes, like Rychell, that none of the younger generation could pull the wool over their eyes.

Thus, both Voron' and Rychell's arrogance allowed Mika to get away from them, time and again.

Voron soon left the engine room after not finding his intruder, and ultimately leaving the carrier once he couldn't find her in the rest of the ship.

Outside he surveyed the rest of the people moving to and fro from the carrier and sighed before entering the tunnel.

Mika took a deep a sigh of relief when she felt Voron leave the engine room. She didn't plan on moving, just in case he was still on the ship. Plus, she has no where else to go, since the King was still hunting her down in the palace.

It is better that she hides here for now, rather than find her way back to that psychopath.

Huddled down in the a dark corner, Mika didn't know how high strung her body was until she tried to relax and regain her strength.

The minute she allowed her body to release it's tension, she felt herself blacking out.

Trying to fight the feeling, but it was already happening. Her eyes closed shut and her consciousness fainted away.

She woke the next minute in her mind' space. 

Shit...did I pass out from lost of adrenaline and stress?

When she went to 'awake' up, her body wouldn't listen to her.

Damnit!

She knew she will have to wait until her body recovers a little before she could regain consciousness. She just hopes nobody finds her during this time.

Voron left the tunnels and arrived at Rychell's office to see no one there. Confuse on where his might be, he went looking for him.

Rychell had been thrown into several docked carrier ships before finally being smashed into the palace's walls and burned.

The mask on his face was completely ruined and his bones felt brittle. As if one push could make him collapse where he stood.

"Fu*king moral body! Fu*k you, you fu*king Hippocrates!" He cursed at the heavens and the gods for making him so weak.

Thunder and lightening sounded in skies in response to his rant.

Rychell wanted to kill Mika, but the thought that she might damage his body further stopped him from going after her. Which made him even more pissed off.

The feeling of fear was not something that he wanted to admit to feeling, especially for a pint size brat, nor did he want to knowledge the pain his body was feeling at this point.

Looking at where Mika disappeared to, he couldn't work up the nerves to go after her. Though he did find the energy to yell out his grievance.

Drained and disgusted from his failed chase with Mikaela, Rychell found a spot in the garage to sit, and that's where Voron found him.

"Rychell? What are you doing?" Voron examined the destruction done to their ships in dismay.

"She got away."

"I know, I think I saw her in the tunnels…what happened to your mask?" Voron asked, noticing pieces of it hanging from his friend's face.

"That brat destroyed it!" Rychell reached up and pulled the last remaining pieces of mask off his face.

With his youthful looks gone and his charms ruined from his crash through the palace garage, Rychell's appearance reverted to an old male.

Voron didn't know what to say, he could imagine what his egoistic friend is feeling right now. To be beaten by someone from the younger generation.

It just goes to prove that they were growing weaker.

"I don't like this Voron. I need to get back. I want….." To live.

"I know, so do I."

Two old males sat there willowing in their past glory and present demise.