She sits in the cold office waiting for her chance to be seen, trying to make herself as un-noticable as possible. Nervously, curling a finger around her stray dread, sitting there with her legs crossed over one another as her foot bounces. She looks around her and sees Matari and people from all around the cluster with her in the room. She closes her eyes a few moments, remembering the last time she was in this building. Joshua was holding her hand, because she was so scared she almost threw up. Everyone, there was really nice to her then, but now she seems to fade into the crowd. She prays to whatever deity is listening that its kept quiet why she is here and what she is about to do.
Her eyes go wide when she sees a tall statue like Brutor female walk out of the office, wearing a Republic Security uniform, instantly recognizing the tall 6'4 female as the one that she shot in the head about three months ago for trying to take the kids away from her. She entwines her fingers together, whispering softly "Please don't let her be the one for that. Please....gods no." She brings the knuckles of her thumbs to her forehead, muttering softly to her self. The statuesque woman looks at her tablet and gets a strange faint grin on her face as she speaks "Literia Khammael?"
"Fuck." She hangs her head, and slowly raises her hand "Here I am." Preparing herself for this to be a utter disaster. She slowly stands up and walks towards the woman with her eyes lowered.
"Ahhh, welcome to Matar Ms. Khammael, its been a while since I have seen you. Are the children with you?" She punches a few buttons on her tablet, and raises a eyebrow "You well have some guts coming here being an known Angel Cartel member." It was said loud enough for the entire room to hear, gasps from people as they pulled their children away from her, the sneers and ice cold angry glares..
"No, the children are not with me Ma'am. Can we please not discuss this out here?" She looks around, people are whispering and pointing at her. Children's eyes were being covered, as parents try to shield them from seeing her. "Just because I am a capsuleer, do you have to make it known?"
"Yes, you are Cartel, and that is the business of everyone in the Republic so that they can treat you like the traitor you are. In my office, now. Be thankful, you are not outlaw, I would have you arrested. At least you did one thing right since I saw you last." She opens her door and holds it open for Literia to step into it.
Literia walks into the office as the door is held open for her, looking around to a moderately quaint office as a large wooden desk sits on the other side of the room with a chair behind it and in front of it. She hears the door close behind her as the woman walks behind her desk and sits down, motioning for the young brutor to sit down as well. Unzipping her thick leather jacket and sits down in the chair offered to her.
The dark skinned brutor looks at the young brutor with cold eyes "So, why are you here Angel? Come to seek your penance?"
The redhead brutor shakes her head slightly "No, no penance for me."
"Well, then you come forgiveness? Are you coming home?" The older brutor female studies her closely.
She shakes her head again "No, I don't need the Republic's forgiveness, and I am not moving back." She takes a deep breath speaking firm and confident "I have had enough of the Republic and the people here telling me how to live my life, telling me how not Matari I am. Telling me things that I am not. Telling me I am too good to be Cartel. Well you know what? Fuck it, fuck your Republic. At least I will live in a place where I am not Empire lite. "
The older brutor blinks a few seconds, kinda taking in what Literia had just said almost in disbelief. Then an angry look appears on her dark skinned face and stands up leaning into Literia's gaze "Excuse me little miss what did you just say."
Literia stands up with her hands at her side looking at the other brutor square in the eye "You fucking heard me your prejudical bitch, revoke, recind it, take your citizenship back, because I dont want it." She raises her hands up and then throws them down by her side not threatening. She then points the finger at the other brutor "Because of people like fucking you, you are all no better then those close minded assholes in the Empire, in fact you are just like them. No, I will not leave, no I will not forsake my family. So fuck you and fuck your Empire...oh I mean Republic, because you are all just slaves in the end."
"Done, gladly, MINBRU8796433147-74 Citizenship forsaken. Now, get the fuck out of my office before I tear your head off." The older woman says seething in rage at what Literia just said to her. The redheaded brutor smiles politely "Thank you, slave." She turns on her heels, walking towards the door, reaching for the handle "I will see you soon." The woman behind the desk speaks.
Literia opens the door and slowly walks out of the room, she has a satisfied smirk on her face. Her head is held high, like she has just accomplished something grand in her mind. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, zipping up her jacket stuffing her hands in her pockets of her black leather jacket. She makes her way to the front exit of the building, she turns to look back one last time then exits the building. She walks down the long stairway getting to street level.
"ANGEL!" A familiar voice calls out from above her.
She turns around and looks up to see the dark skinned brutor standing there with a gun pointed at her. Police start to move towards the older brutor, angel or not, the young brutor has done nothing wrong and has no weapons on her. They start to slowly close in on the older brutor as a shot rings out "DIE ANGEL SCUM!"
Blinding pain, as her vision goes blurry, all of a sudden she feels the ground meeting her back, as her hand slips over her left shoulder. Feeling a warm sticky liquid flowing freely from her shoulder. She swallows hard, coughing hard as young man stands over her, she can hear the sounds of the medics coming to her. Her wound deep, nothing life threatening. Hearing "SHE IS AN ANGEL KILL HER!" The local law enforcement put the woman into binds and starts to take her away. One of the police scurry over to red head brutor lying in the street putting compression on the wound.
"Just take me to the port, I wanna leave." She says gasping in pain at the officer.
"No, you need to be treated. You are hurt" He looks down at her kindly.
"She is right about what she says." Tears of pain run down her face.
"So, she broke the law. You didn't do anything." He raises a hand to softly wipe her tears "Shh, its going to be okay."
"Please just let me go." She starts to get up, a bit dizzy, and slowly stands up. Keeping her hand over the wound. "I wanna go home."
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She doesn't mind the Empire, just the close minded people in it. She seems to see more similarities between the two then she ever saw before. Having good friends that live and serve the Empire, she regrets what she said because it will hurt her friends and that is the last thing she wants to do.
Very nice hun :)
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