<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna had held her breath, watching the Queen's reaction. Her face distorted, the entire cruelty of this woman was in this usually beautiful face, leaving nothing desireable there only something fearsome. And Deanna indeed feared the Queen. There had been people sent to the arena for less. She looked down, fidgeting nervously. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"What did you just say?"</span><br/><br/>Deanna looked up, but not in time to avoid the Queen grabbing her hair, pulling her hard in front of her face. Deanna howled of pain and she could hear Donna gasp. Tears watered her eyes and every word she could have said to her defense kept sticking in her throat. For one moment she believed that the Queen would slam her face into the floor, would destroy her beautiful features she was so proud of. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I assume you have a way to fix this..."</span><br/><br/>Deanna tried to nod, unable to speak right now, but the Queen shook Deanna's head hard, making the pain in her scalp unbearable. Deanna's hands came up to release the pull on her hair. She couldn't see the Queen anymore through her tears, but she didn't need to. The voice was icy enough to understand that she was doomed. Donna sobbed in the back, knowing that her fate was tied to Deanna's.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Isolde, I want Kira taken to Freya's chambers. Her slaves should still be in there...Go ahead and strip her, administer the slaves their drugs...unless Deanna here has some way to fix this immediately, I want Kira to remain locked in that room until Freya is returned here."</span><br/><br/>Deanna howled off pain and frustration. Not her daughter, not the product of all her genius. That wasn't fair, Kira had done nothing. She tried to rip herself free of the hold on her hair, but the Queen was relentless, pulling some more, causing another howl of pain to escape.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"There is no... immediate fix to it.....argggh....a dislo......dislocation..."</span><br/><br/>Deanna's voice had been better whimpers.</div>