Current Objective:Flashback ---
Form:Optime----
Mood: Flux----
3 Years Prior
” Life and death, beginning and end, are but two pages in the one book. Both have their meaning, but its what lies in between that defines the story” –X’ies Lambda
There are secrets that lie below the surface. Memories that some just don’t want to remember. Other times it’s a case that we cannot un-forget them, so they’re tucked away in that little corner of the mind that’s left reserved for nightmares and other things that go bump in the night. There are always two false sides to everything, at least this was the opinion of X’ies. People often saw things in light and dark. Good and evil, placing both in their required categories to set out the order of society. To X’ies though, he saw these things as they were illusions to restrain and constrain. In reality people were incoherent beings with little choice in their own actions, defining things as good and evil were simple as saying “ do this and don’t do this”.
He saw things in a much simpler way, he walked in a shade of grey. Morals meant little to him, they were malleable dependent entirely upon how the situation presented itself. So to society X;ies might have seemed as a force of chaos, something unrestrained, uncontrolled. Dark. Evil. And to those who saw this scene, they might all agree with it. X’ies was holding the blade, performing the…darker actions that the Lambda required. His people gained information, used information. Which could be obtained in two ways, negotiation and talking, or in this method. By forcing information from someone.
This was another one of his practice lessons, the Lambda lived in their mind, lived in their imagination. So it was tuned to perfectly pick up on how best to draw the information from a target, sucking it out like poison from a wound. Establishing a connection between him and hi target, portraying himself as a figure of authority that only want to help. Good ol’ fashioned Stockholm syndrome. Unfortunately this one wasn’t responding to the more traditional method of torture. And he lacked the training on his own to do worse, or well, at least worse that wouldn’t actually kill him. So he needed someone with a bit more expertise on just what could be done to the body without causing that much trauma
Sat in front of him was a dog, the creature had been hunting on their territory and it was suspected that there was a larger group of them out there moving in. With winter fast approaching this was not something that could, or would be tolerated. So he sent out a messenger to his friend, someone who knew all too well of what he needed. She would be instructed to come to the back of the Lambda collective housing, where in a cove she would find out just what was going on.
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