<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom let the princess sob. You reap what you sow. And the idea with the explosive was nice. He had to give Tammy some credits for that. When the door opened and Karra peeked in, he looked up to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Come in, Karra. And close the door. Looks like the Princess is finally cooperative. Did we wake you up? Sorry, wasn't our intention...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom watched Karra when she entered and took place on the armrest, leaning half on him. She looked a little better than before, but some more sleep would have been better. Like all soldiers Karra too was used to short naps, but there was nothing more refreshing than some long sleep. Turning back to the princess, he pondered how to make the next moves.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Freya? I am sorry for what we had to do, ok? Usually we are not greeted in new places with the promise to end in an arena. If you are not causing us any troubles, we won't kill you. Even if we may look now in your eyes like the worst scum on Ear...on Getalia, we are not. We would have walked to Ovia and knocked at the door to ask for shelter, but after what we learned of the Getalian hospitality and after you wanted my co-pilot here as your personal sexslave and threatened to kill all us...well, the idea to knock at the doors seemed not very nice suddenly.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom removed her hands carefully and offered a hanky to dry her eyes. It looked like this day had a very high stress level for most of the people.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And about the explosive. Regard it is our answer to the controls your military nobles have over the Canii. It is our way to control you. We don't plan to use it, if you don't give us a reason. But we have not planted those things in your brain and a pacemaker at your heart. We may not fully trust your cooperation, as we don't know you and have no reason to. But somebody knows you and seems to hate the idea to see you at the top of Ovia. Did you have some kind of injury, that required surgery in the past, let's say...hmp...how old are you Freya? 25? Let's say, the last eight years? A surgery where they could have planted those devices in you? Because you definitely don't have them since your childhood...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom gave Karra a short round-up what Tammy had found in the body of Freya.</div>