Martel has no idea of this is going to work, but she's out of other options, and Colette has forced her hand. So she reaches across the blade network, reaches for Mithos.
She gets a signal. She doesn't know who it belongs to. It'll have to do.
The data package she sends contains one word.
HELP.
And then a string of information. Exact coordinates of her current location, and then of her locations over the past few days so that the general path Colette's driver - she dare not think of him as hers - can be plotted, accounting for time and so on. Projected next location. A breakdown of the situation, package prepared for Mithos even though she's sending it to who knows where.
Herself, fused with another Aegis.
Herself, smothered in another Aegis' hold.
Colette, bright eyed and eager to please, willingly going along with everything her driver asks.
The cannon is destroyed and they are free but.
This Seymour asshole wants either world destruction or world domination (Martel can't tell, can't hear enough of the physical world to be sure. Colette is keeping so much out of her grasp) and for as furious as Martel is with humanity, as hurt as she is for all it has done, she wants it to be her own choice and not someone else's and--
Anyway that doesn't go with the data package. Just Seymour's name and the vague understanding Martel has of his ideals and how eager Colette is to please him, to the point of shoving Martel to the depths of their shared soul so she can barely surface.
(If these were any different circumstances, Martel might be proud.)
Package sent.
Now all there's do to wait, and hope, Martel thinks, as the signal slides out of her grasp.
Unfortunately, waiting and hoping are her two least favorite things.
WHAT'S UP CAN I GET OUT OF HERE
She gets a signal. She doesn't know who it belongs to. It'll have to do.
The data package she sends contains one word.
And then a string of information. Exact coordinates of her current location, and then of her locations over the past few days so that the general path Colette's driver - she dare not think of him as hers - can be plotted, accounting for time and so on. Projected next location. A breakdown of the situation, package prepared for Mithos even though she's sending it to who knows where.
Herself, fused with another Aegis.
Herself, smothered in another Aegis' hold.
Colette, bright eyed and eager to please, willingly going along with everything her driver asks.
The cannon is destroyed and they are free but.
This Seymour asshole wants either world destruction or world domination (Martel can't tell, can't hear enough of the physical world to be sure. Colette is keeping so much out of her grasp) and for as furious as Martel is with humanity, as hurt as she is for all it has done, she wants it to be her own choice and not someone else's and--
Anyway that doesn't go with the data package. Just Seymour's name and the vague understanding Martel has of his ideals and how eager Colette is to please him, to the point of shoving Martel to the depths of their shared soul so she can barely surface.
(If these were any different circumstances, Martel might be proud.)
Package sent.
Now all there's do to wait, and hope, Martel thinks, as the signal slides out of her grasp.
Unfortunately, waiting and hoping are her two least favorite things.