<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Donna Fleinwood</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b206f8a-c08e-457f-b96e-c042642e02c5_zpsa927e757.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Donna had felt utterly devastated during the entire audience with the Queen. She was not the most self-confident person and she had become a micro-electronics specialist by purpose. Donna lacked the strength for tough decisions and rational operating in stressful situations. That Deanna had came to her with her ideas of implants had solely been based on a paper she had published about microelectronic devices. Donna had not asked what Deanna had planned with those devices, but had eagerly seen the potential of such a study. She had put all her efforts into designing those devices and only when Deanna had implanted the first prototyps in slaves and practically lobotomized them in the process, she had questioned her motives. But then it had been too late and she had pushed the dead into the depths of her mind, working even harder into perfectioning those devices. <br/><br/>Deanna had always been the head in these studies, she came up with the ideas and targets for Donna and Donna had willingly accepted the upper hand of Deanna. She just wanted to design those devices and make them work, what Deanna planned with them wasn’t her worry. But then, with the first generation of devices implanted and working in slaves, Deanna had looked for long-time experiences with it. Not only two months experiences, but lifelong ones. And one morning Deanna had rushed into her room and pulled her aside. The Princess had a hunting accident and they had to put her into a coma. And Deanna had learned from some heated argument between the King and the Queen, that Queen Sintrina had always wanted the Princess to be less caring and more cold towards her future people. For Deanna it must have been a gift from heaven and while Deanna laid out her plan to implant devices in Freya to the Queen, Donna had started writing algorithms for controlling Freya. It had been a high risk Deanna had chosen, but the surgery went well and with the fifth or sixth version of the operating program the result had been very promising. Just sometimes the small devices had not been powerful enough to stimulate the Princess’ brain, but with the next generation they were working on, this problems would be history.<br/><br/>Donna had long forgotten that Deanna had taken high risks in dealing with the Queen, but today she had been remembered very hard. When the Queen had grabbed Deanna at the hair, Donna had started to cry. The outlook to land in the Arena had been too much for her and that Kira had saved her ass in the last minute had only improved the situation a little bit. Donna feared Kira far more than anybody else. The girl’s intellect was far above Donna’s or Deanna’s and where others had something like a conscience stopping them sometimes, Kira seemed to be like a cold robot. The only time the girl showed something like warmth, was in the presence of her playthings. But only as long as those girls interested her. Once she had enough of them, she had no qualms to destroy them mentally and physically. Kira was a danger to everybody and to Donna and if it wouldn’t cost her head, she would have wished Kira to die out there in the jungle. But probably even the carnivores feared her…<br/><br/>The Queen shoved Deanna in her arms and Donna had no strength left to comfort the Doc. The two women stood there sobbing, when Kira left and Donna had gone totally limp, seeing the last look of Kira. When Deanna muttered something about what she had created there, Donna nodded silently. Deanna sacked to the floor in her arms, fainting all of a sudden and Donna could not hold her up, she followed Deanna down, sitting hard on the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“Oh for shit’s sake! Get the hell out of my sight! You have a job to do!“</span> The Queen’s angry voice filled the room and guards came rushing along, grabbing the two women and pulling them out of the audience room. Outside on the stairs they pressed Deanna into Donna’s arms before they returned to the room. Donna sank down on the stairs with Deanna in her arms. The poor doc was still unconscious and Donna had not the power to carry her. She just remainded there sitting and sobbing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„Are you ok?“</span> Donna looked up with watery eyes to the young guard who had gone with Kira. The girl’s face seemed to be rosy and heated, but her eyes were warm and caring. Donna shook her head and pointed at Deanna. <span style="color: #FF8000">„The Queen shoved us out, when the Doc fainted and I can’t carry her home. Just let me sit here, until she feels better.“</span><br/><br/>The young guard looked left and right and then she helped Donna up and took the arm of Deanna over her shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“Come on, help me with her. We can’t leave her here, if the Queen or her sister see you two, they may reverse their decision not to send you to the Arena. There are some slaves quarters nearby. We find an empty one and she can rest there for a while.“</span><br/><br/>Donna got up and took the other arm of Deanna. Together they managed to drag the Doc to a door around the next corner. The guard opened it, by pressing her eye to a scanner and checked the room. She returned nodding.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“It is empty. We move her to the bathroom and I take care of her, while you return to your labs. Don’t hang around here, if you meet guards and they question you, tell them that you had to answer questions to Sandra Dilanio. That is me.“ </span><br/><br/>Three minutes later Donna was heading down the stairs. She was in a hurry, this place was giving her the creeps. Before she had not reached her lab and closed the door behind her, she would not breathe calmly.</div>