Second nexus post! [s]Now I can clear the doc for actual posts - oops[/s] [hider=Torching Bridges] [right][i]Taetrus - 2168[/i][/right] [hr] The bright sun in Vallum shone through a receding rainstorm while proceedings hammered out mountains of paperwork, freeing Dex of her trial and exiling her in the same keystroke. In her arms was her clothes, a bin filled with correspondance chips, a few other bits of her belongings. Her feet splashed as she peered around, Jorrick Demanga was at her side. He tugged on her arm, “Come on Dex, Lorthan is waiting.” “[color=007236]Thanks for sticking your neck out for me, Jorrick. I don’t think I’m quite ready to thank you for this arrangement yet.[/color]” She said bluntly. Jorrick levelled an exhausted sigh, it spoke volumes. This trial was a burden not solely on her. The media was waiting with their hovering cameras, recorders and in a small group. Hoping to get a quote for the shitstorm that was the case. All it took was meddling in the trial, dirt and messing with the hands on the wheel. Even the Hierarchy in all its glory wasn’t exempt. The irony was entirely bitter, a spy on trial going free because of spying. The bin she carried was filled to the brim of all the letters she received while incarcerated. Spewing hate, dishonour, death threats, everything under the sun from both sides. The rebels hated her as much as the Hierarchy did now. The reporters came surging up to meet her, surrounding her and Jorrick with waves of questions. Jorrick whispered, “Shut up, don’t comment. You’ve done really well not to feed them so far.” “Demanga! Can we get a quote if Noratus is keeping tight lipped? We need something for the breaking headlines!” A female turian reporter said, her omnitool up and ready to record anything. “No comment, you can ask the lawyers for your quote.” Demanga replied, tugging on her arm again but Dex refused to move. Over the crowd she could see a shuttle arrive, the door opened and a teal faced male turian ducked his head out nodding her over. Demanga waved then tugged again, more insistently he hissed, “Don’t fucking think about it, Dex.” She ripped her arm out of his hand. “[color=007236]You want a quote?[/color]” The reporters all agreed, quieting for her to speak. Demanga shook his head folding his hands. She shuffled her belongings over to Jorrick, holding the bin in her arms. “[color=007236]Here’s a bunch of fucking quotes.[/color]” Shaking the bin around, she reached in picking at one familiar chip, “[color=007236]This one details how I should have rot in my cell without a window.[/color]” She dropped it then smashed it with her heel. The reporters took pictures. “[color=007236]This one is how I should expect to walk in the crosshairs of a scope for the rest of my life, a bit more poetic.[/color]” She dropped it then smashed it with her other foot. Picking up a green one, “[color=007236]She told me 'may my disloyalty forever haunt my children’s children'.[/color]” [i]Stomp.[/i] “[color=007236]All these red ones? Same person telling me I should fucking die, including execution by firing squad.[/color]” Dex stomped repeatedly. “[color=007236]All these letters of the same bullshit vitriol. I hope folks really enjoyed writing those pissy childish words.[/color]” “[color=007236]It’ll be last time anyone knows where to find me.[/color]” She brought the bin above her head and dumped it all. Stepping directly onto the pile then through it, the reporters all surged for the data chips. Dex walked up to the shuttle, stepping into it sitting across from Lorthan, Demanga climbed in beside her. “Was that really necessary?” Jorrick asked. “You’re going to cause a stir before you’re even off the fucking planet.” Dex shrugged staring down Lorthan. “[color=007236]Doesn’t really matter, just switched chains from one hand to another.[/color]” Galentos laughed, “I feel like your employment with me won’t be comparable to a life in confinement. A flair for the dramatic, huh Demanga?” Jorrick glowered, “As I’m sure you’ll find out.” “[color=007236]I’m grateful for what you did Jorrick, but seriously. You saddled me with debt,[/color]” She pointed at Galentos. “[color=007236]Debt in which I’m going to work off - fast. Trust me, Lorthan I won’t be around long enough.[/color]” “Sure Dexuret-” “[color=007236]Dex or Noratus.[/color]” She corrected. “Alright.” Lorthan conceded. “Dex.” [/hider]