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[quote][b]RPQuistin (Aug 22, 2001 03:45 a.m.):[/b] Robert Quistin frowned to himself for the nth time that day, waited impatiently, and tried to think of something other than his daughter. He should have been concentrating on his work, on this task at hand, on [i]anything[/i] else, but focus had been a fleeting thing of late. He could barely manage a few hours of sleep each night, and the combination of anxiety and anger that fueled him onward was taking its toll. Already it looked as if he'd aged beyond his years, and he certainly felt as if that were true. Only determination and strength of will kept him functional, but had he been any other lesser officer on this station, his position would have been in jeopardy. As is, his subordinates knew better than to mention his tired haggard appearance, and there were no superiors present to comment. He was lucky, in that sense. [i]Not like my Katera. I warned her. I told her not to... but it was futile. Now what can I do?[/i] It hurt him because he knew there was nothing he was capable of doing to help her. Where once he had hardly cared for the baby girl his wife had given her life for, he now agonized over her daily, hourly, by the minutes and the seconds. The first time a notice had come of her arrival at Command School, he'd been nervously jubilant, and a fragile peace had been established despite his instant wariness over her new boy. But if anything, he knew her, for she was like him, and despite worrying over the man so like Jax, he knew she was safe. Until another notice had arrived a bare two weeks later, summoning him to the school. She had gotten in a fight, a huge bloody battle, but it wasn't until he arrived to find her deathly pale, completely withdrawn, and incapable of talking to him that he began to become angry. What he saw of her injuries enraged him further. Broken bones and knife slashes he could have resigned himself to. Those types of wounds healed... but nothing prepared him for the first time she looked at him with those blank eyes and raised her wrist. His kitten had tried to kill herself. Nathan Terrence. Mode. Jax. It was all [i]his[/i] fault. Screaming at her, hitting her, reasoning with her-- none of these tactics had worked, and Robert left the next day in a fury. He would find this boy of hers. He would make him pay for abandoning his precious daughter, for hurting her, for taking her spirit with him and leaving a ghost. Even Jax, that bloody little fostered bastard, hadn't killed Katera this much. Whatever Terrence had done to her, whatever his crimes were; they would be repaid tenfold. [i]I left Jax for her to deal with. I refuse to do the same with this one.[/i] Ever since he'd returned to the command post he'd been puppeted by hate. The smallest irritants drew him into a rage, and old friends and soldiers began to avoid him, shaking their heads in pity for his predicament. Poor Captain Quistin, he knew they were saying amongst themselves. But he had no pity. He had no shame. Right now, all he wanted was vengeance for his daughter, and it would come. He spent his days struggling to maintain his position in the International Fleet, and his long sleepless nights searching for Terrence. Nothing was spared. He paid a rogue systems technician an exhorberant amount of money to hack the command school files, the Charybdis mainframe... even the Internal Alliances network. When no new information returned each time the man reported in, Robert would despair and swear even more rewards if only the boy could be found. He was torn between praying to find Terrence alive, and praying to find him already dead. Hadn't Katera been like this after Jax left her? Well, she'd certainly recovered the moment she killed the boy, and if Robert could, he would give the same fate to Mode and the same peace to his daughter. Part of him lusted to destroy... but part of him feared that outcome would only further hurt Kat. Maybe Terrence was living somewhere else, and could be returned. Maybe his baby girl would snap out of her zombie trance if her lover was brought back. Maybe not. Maybe Robert just wanted to make the boy suffer for what he'd done to Kat. McAvrey had reported to him only hours before, and the moment the man declared that he'd found Nathan Terrence, that the boy was [i]here[/i] at the command post, Robert was already up and running. It hadn't taken much effort to call for a visitation, and no one cared to argue with him. But waiting... that was something Robert did not appreciate doing, especially not now when he knew the boy was within his reach. He toyed lazily with the buckle on his holster, a click as he unstrapped the gun, a snap as he tightened it again. Click, snap, click, snap, click, snap... this continued for minutes, perhaps hours, and Robert was just beginning to get that look in his eyes when the door to the small forcefield shielded room slid open. His eyes flickered cold serpentine and narrowed dangerously. The boy was with someone. A [i]girl[/i]. She said something, quietly, and laid a hand on his arm. Terrence looked to her, smiled slightly, and Robert fought down every single instinct he had to launch himself at that bastard. When Terrence finally stepped inside, a tiny glint of gold caught his eyes, and this time he did growl. [i]How dare he wear her ring after all he's done.[/i] "[i]You.[/i]" He hissed, his hand on his pistol as he took a step forward. Terrence held his ground, however, and Robert bared his teeth in a snarl reminiscent of his daughter's as he spoke. "I'm here for her ring. Give it to me. Now."[/quote]
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