Sum quod eris, fui quod sis
He had no difficulty in finding the ship, the cloak that hid it from prying eyes flowed in iridescent patterns of energy to the sight his facemask provided him. He reached across to the computer mounted on one wrist and tapped a combination of keys, and watched as the ramp lowered from the ship's underside to the ground. He limped up the ramp, triggering the control to close it again once he was inside, lest the dull red light from within be noticed. As he entered the main chamber, he noticed her out of the corner of his eye, standing in the doorway from the living quarters.
He ignored her for the moment, the deep cuts covering most of his body and the jagged gash in his thigh needed to be dealt with first. He could feel her eyes on him as he removed the medical kit from the back of his armor, but she said nothing, content instead to watch. Part of his mind registered with amusement her flinch as he roared from the pain as he applied the blue liquid, the regenerating gel.
As he calmed down, the pain receding from the injection he administered once his wounds were sealed, he saw she was self-consciously pressing a hand to her chest, rubbing it in pain remembered.
"Wasn't as easy as you thought, I guess, was it?" she asked him acidly. He cocked his head at her curiously, and she pointed to his wounds. He growled his annoyance. He hadn't expected it to be easy.
"So where will you put it?" she asked, her voice tight. He stepped up to the Trophy vault and pressed against the control to retract the protective shield. He looked at the contents for a moment, before moving to one end.
"I think ... yes, right here." She couldn't understand him, but he wasn't talking for her. He stepped back from the wall, and gazed proudly down at the new addition.
It was flanked on either side by a pair of kainde amedha skulls, those of Queens. Bleached white and clean, it rested on a support bracket that held it tilted backwards slightly, round eye holes stared up as a pale yellow hand stroked the forehead ridge softly. He reached into a small belt pouch and brought out a long single braid of pyode amedha hair, and after running its hand along the length, draped the faded reddish braid over the bracket in front of the skull.
"Honored and worthy prey indeed", he said, reverently, crouching down to get a better look at his fresh trophy.
"I'm going to kill you", she said, softly.
He looked across at her, his head cocked to one side.
"I'm going to kill you", she repeated.
He stood, flexing his wrist to extend the jagged twin blades of death from their place mounted to his forearm. In three quick strides he was on her, blade tips dimpling the skin under her chin. He growled low at her. She looked up at him.
"I'm going to kill you", she repeated again.
He looked at her, then reached down to his waist with his other hand while the blade points pricked her skin to draw tiny droplets of blood. She stared up at him unblinkingly. He removed something from his hip, handed it to her then drawing back, retracting his wrist blades.
"Take it", a loop recording.
She looked down and turned the object over in her hands, noting the silver-in-black of the eyeshields, the intricate detail work on the surface, the -TT- scorched into the forehead, before walking past him towards the ramp. As she reached the top and pressed against the black panel that would cause it to open, she turned to face him.
"I'm going to kill you", she repeated once more. He clicked a laugh, and as she descended the ramp his loop recorder spoke once more.
Acta est fabula plaudite