Hope We Can Again

[Ophelia]

"Of course mother." Ophelia said with a nod of her head. "I have it under control for now. But they won't betray us not when I still hold cards over their heads." she said and cocked her head to the console Kinsey was at previously. "And she just cracked a planet wide open on our orders. She can never go back to the Alliance, not when we make it known she was the one who did it for us."

[Jack Ryder]

Meanwhile --

Jack took Kinsey back to their quarters and set her on the bed, she was still knocked out. Carefully wiping the blood from her face, he shook his head. "What did you hear before you passed out?" he mused. He could have sworn he sensed her reacting to something but it was too hard for him to read after he just put an entire population to sleep before the end.

He sat across from her and watched her until she woke up, the metal ball he was playing with earlier he spun in his hand, ready to use it on anyone that attempted to do anything to his Kinsey.

[Bellatrix]

"You underestimate the Alliance and their ability to forgive. They are already cozy with the Imperium. Never underestimate your enemies. Even when it comes to their weaknesses, and trust no one. Especially myself and your father."

[Kinsey Calhoun]

A few hours later Kinsey stirred. At first, she wasn’t sure where she was, but she sensed Jack close by. He was defensive and alert, ready to attack if need be. It made her tense as she flexed her fingers against the familiar covers, they were in their quarters. The feeling made her relax again as she opened her eyes.

“Jack,” She said softly.

[Jack Ryder]

"I'm here luv." Jack said as he put his hand on her back. "Feeling better?" he stroked her hair. "Gave me a bit of a scare there... never saw you bleed from the eyes like that."

[Kinsey Calhoun]

“I’ll be alright.” Kinsey reassured him. “First planet I’ve ever pulled apart. The nosebleed is getting annoying though.”

[Jack Ryder]

"Y'did at that. Those inhabitants... heaven help the galaxy if those bastards ever got it in their head to evolve and go to warp. Worse than the bloody Klingons." Jack said with a look of disgust. "No respect for anyone. Child fucking, baby killin', elder throwing off of buildings... brr..." he shook his head. "We did the universe a damn favor." he glanced at the door and then back at her. "So what was that I was sensing before you collapsed, I could pick up you hearing something... but it was too hard for me to focus on. Although I did just mentally control about fourteen million savages."

[Kinsey Calhoun]

“Voices. Lots of them. It’s like they were calling to me.” Kinsey said and looked into his eyes. “I swear I heard my father just before I blacked out.”

[Jack Ryder]

"Your father? That's... curious." Jack said and hummed. "I thought your father was dead. Or at least the version you sort of knew. Although you thought your mother was your mother and it turned out it was Tali. Whom I do quite like, before I went off, she was sort of taking your spot as the resident badass telepathic telekinetic." he held her hand. "Can you share with me what it felt like? Perhaps without the pounding headache of exertion we can find something."

[Kinsey Calhoun]

“You were always better at making sense of it then me.” Kinsey said as she squeezed his hand and touched his cheek. “The odd thing…I didn’t feel like I exerted myself before I blacked out. The opposite actually. I felt almost free right when I pulled the planet apart. I don’t know why I blacked out.”

Kinsey shook her head it didn’t really matter they’d figure it out together. Maybe she’d imagined the whole thing. Maybe it had been far more stressful on her mentally then she’d realized. She’d imagined Jack after she’d killed him. Her mind playing tricks on her wasn’t something she’d discount any longer.

“We’ll figure it together.” She told him as she rested her forehead against his and looked in his eyes.

She took a deep breath and let her mind go blank. Then slowly she focused back on the memory of the planet’s destruction. The power she felt as she ripped it apart and then the voices.

“Kinsey,” A voice whispered, beckoning.

Her eyes opened; the iris completely black.

“Kinsey,” A different voice called to her drawing her mind closer.

“Kill them.” Another demanded.

“Kill all of them.”

“Invaders.”

Kinsey turned to face Dominus, the bridge crew turned with her, her mind already in theirs.

“Kill him.” The voices demanded.

“K’n’zy.” A familiar voice called to her from the distance. “K’n’zy. Rest now.”

“Papa?” Kinsey said softly as her vision went black.