Bren’lar had never seen Naomi in the state she was in now. Most servants of the Inquisitoriate eventually succumbed to insanity or complete mental breakdown if they weren’t killed. The human mind could only take so much moral and emotional punishment before it broke. Different people had different ways of holding off the inevitable, sanctioned stims and drugs, neural wipes, even schizophrenia. Naomi and Bren’lar were in the growing number of agents that had found mental stability with marriage. Not that it could really be called an intimate relationship.
Still, in all of the missions, all of the violence, the screams, the interrogations, the decontaminations, Naomi had not once broken down so completely as she was now, in pain and rage as Bren’lar moved her out of the tenement structure. And it terrified him. An instinctive thought flashed through his mind, a concept drilled into every Inquisitor. Any Inquisitor to lose capacity was indication of failure to the Empire and must be punished by immediate execution.
“Snap out of it, girl.” Bren’lar’s armored joints strained as he hauled Naomi outside. “Nothing you could do, nothing anyone can do.”
The Inquisitor didn’t know if she could even hear with through her unintelligible ranting. But he hoped somehow she’d be able to switch from being Naomi to being the heartless Inquisitor…and fast. Civilians and Imperial soldiers alike fled towards waiting gunships. Only Inquisitorial Deathtroopers maintained their composure, keeping an active firing line in controlled withdrawal.
During the time inside the situation had greatly deteriorated. Imperial choke points and emplacements were quickly being overrun by infected. And the flood would shortly fill the plaza.
A grunt escaped Bren’lar as he held Naomi’s form. Power-armor may have been the greatest leap in combat technology, but in no way was one suit designed to hold the weight of another.
“Naomi….please. If you don’t help me out we are going to die, the pilots won’t wait.”
Bren’lar shifted his grip and pulled harder, closing the gap to safety meter by meter. A sudden wrench nearly dislocated his shoulder. Teeth gritted in pain, he glanced over his shoulder to find Naomi’s eyes filled with something odd. Remorse. She violently shoved a surprised Bren’lar away.
“We deserve worse than that.” She turned her head towards the approaching horde, setting sun and burning city highlighting her long hair with crimson. “We’ve damned ourselves a thousand times over.”
She swept her arm out over all the howling creatures. “We have less of a soul than they do.”
Her husband forced himself to nervously examine the plight of the infected. Bren’lar shook off the feeling of impending death and laid an arm on Naomi’s shoulder.
“I know. And w
e will burn for everything.” He tried to get a clear look at her face. “But we’ve always accepted it.”
Naomi kept staring straight ahead, sadness softening her face. “I killed a kid. Infected……but she was still…. there.”
The male Inquisitor cocked his head slightly, a tint of confusion. “It wasn’t the first….”
A high pitched whine pierced the air. The sound repulsors lifting transports into the air.
“This is our fault. I know it.” She finally turned to look at her husband. A lump found itself in his chest, she actually wanted to die. “How many more kids are there going to be?”
Bren’lar stepped forward, leaning his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against hers.
“So, you’re just going to throw your life away without doing anything to fix the problem.”
In the path of an incoming horde of shrieking, crazed, former citizens, silence hung over the embracing pair. Naomi slowly pulled back, a sigh on her lips, eyes cast downward. “Coruscant is going to burn.”
Bren’lar released gingerly raised her head with his armored hands. “At least we can make sure other worlds won’t.”
Less than twenty meters before the first wave of infected were to hit a smile slowly made its way back onto her face and the fear in Bren’lar’s gut faded away. The deadly and dangerous Naomi was starting to show through again, determined in a different way, but not the resigned wreck she had been minutes ago.
A beat and the two Inquisitors sparked into motion. The leading creatures leapt only to be slammed back in midair by the Scothis’s paired firepower. Slowly but surely, the Naomi and Bren’lar pulled back, knocking back the horde with bullets and blades.
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