Kelrythis yanked the helmet from her head and chucked it towards the main building of headquarters, sneering as it cracked loudly against the ancient stone, nearly shattering. She pulled her aching and battered body from the bike and jabbed a plated boot at the kickstand and propped the machine against the wall. She was in a helluva mood. None of the missions Maeorra sent her on panned out, nothing got done out in the field, and… she wrecked the bike again.
“Lena!” Kel bellowed in the general direction of the HQ offices. “Lena, the fuck did you do to this damn bike last time?” She pulled her flask out of a saddlebag and drained it, then reached for the spare flask in the other side.Damn, that’s empty, too. She tipped the flask on its end and frowned when it came up dry.
Lena, meanwhile, poked her head out the doorway of HQ and frowned disapprovingly at Kelrythis over the rims of her glasses. Kel frowned back, hating that look. Lena was a fairly attractive woman – maybe a little old for her tastes, but whatever – but those glasses had to go. Narrowing her own eyes, Kel looked again at the mage, who was clutching a book to her chest as she stepped out the doorway. Then again, she does kind of have a sexy librarian thing going on, Kel smirked to herself, suddenly jealous of Krastos.
Lena noticed the flask in Kel’s hand and marched over, ripping it from the warrior’s hand. “Hey!” Kel protested, too surprised to react well. “Dammit, Kelrythis. I told you I refuse to fix that motorcycle if you continue to drink and ride.” Lena stared hard at the younger woman, dropping the flask on the ground and crunching it under a hoof. “Aw, c’mon, Lena. I swear I wasn’t, this time.”
Lena simply shook her head, pushed her glasses up on her nose, and marched back into the offices. “Wait -” Kel cried, lurching after her, “I gotta report to Mae. Where is she?” Lena ignored her, and Kel followed doggedly into HQ.
Lena set the book down on the desk where she was working beside Maeorra, filing paperwork and getting things in the office organized. She spoke in Maeorra’s mind, quietly, Kel’s ripped again. What mission did you send her on this time?
Mae visibly jumped and looked up at the mage, “Lena, you know I hate when you do that.” She sighed and put down her pen. “At least, you know, ask, before you get in my head.” Lena smirked and shrugged, then jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the bloodied and dirty warrior making her way into HQ.
“Mission? She was only supposed to patrol. What the fel happened?” The Watcher rose and rubbed at her temples, waiting for Kelrythis to explain herself.
“Honest, I wasn’t even going that fast!” Kel exclaimed as she recounted the tale of technical difficulties and how her bike supposedly got away from her. This time. Mae was giving her a proper dressing down for a failed mission as she sat slouched on a particularly uncomfortable chair in the infirmary. Buran was giving her a once-over, supposedly making sure Kel didn’t hurt herself in the process of getting thrown around a bit by an opposing Horde patrol and crashing the bike. Kel scowled and grumbled, mostly because Buran was giving her a look that she interpreted to be pity.
“Ten days in the infirmary here,” Kel looked up as Mae’s words registered. “No booze.” Kel’s jaw dropped. It wasn’t like she was an alcoholic or anything. This is bullshit! ”Every day, you will come assist me in the office and around the barracks. We’ve got a lot of heavy lifting to do, and I want you in my line of sight. If I run out of things for you to do, Barthallis would be happy to be your personal trainer for a week.”
Lena hovered somewhere right inside the curtain of the infirmary, and crossed her arms over her chest, “I looked at the bike, Kel.” The warrior’s gaze cut to her, glaring, “And?” Lena fidgeted with her grease-laden hands and looked at Maeorra, “I’ve been ordered to impound it for the duration of your… stay here.”
Kel nearly knocked Buran to the floor as she clamored to her hooves, “You have got to be kidding me!” She shouted and started to take a swing at Maeorra, but the ebon merely dodged the ill-aimed punch and pushed the other woman back down into the chair, jabbing a finger into her plated chest, “I am not fucking around, Kelrythis. This is your last chance.” The Watcher looked over to Lena, who had rushed to assist Buran, before locking her furious gaze back on the warrior. “This shit you pull is beyond the pale. Any other order would have kicked you out on your ass a long time ago. Hell, if Arloth were here, he’d do it himself, and he’d beat you to a pulp doing it.” The death knight grabbed her by the tabard and pulled her up again, pulling Kel’s face close and glaring with her ethereally dead eyes. “Last. Chance. Take it or leave it.
Kel scowled, but let her arms fall limply to her sides. It really was her last chance. After a long moment, she looked up at Maeorra and nodded once.