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A Diamond in Snow, Act 2 - NIP
ACT 2
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Light shimmered in the otherwise darkness. It was the first hint of anything.
In the first days - before there were days - a star meant a Mind, a Name, a Personality, a Lover and a Beloved. But things change.
Scene
Light shimmered in the otherwise darkness. It marked the coming of Man.
First came their machines, of course - remotes spit out of arcing diatherine ramps into random gravity wells. Chandier's probe was of the grandchild generation, and had come equipped with multipley-independent entry vehicles which scoured her surface, shot off into the sun, and wandered off to explore other points of interest, as they saw fit. Man came in her ship about a month later.
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Light shimmered in the otherwise darkness. It was set to a pleasant frequency for the carpet and walls - a faint green that augmented the nutrient drip.
Cormick's disc (he owned the whole flat) was divided into four main rooms: the kitchen, the prime room, the bed room, and the water room. With the exception of the water room, which of course was tiled, the walls and carpet of each room were patterned with a rugged grass and blue-green moss. Cultured grey vines gave definition to the curves and swirls that Cormick had spent a decade paying disckeepers to maintain. It was no display-model space, but it was passable but current trends, and comfortable for guests. Only the bed and the chief chair of the prime room were grown into the floor, but Cormick's military life had meant frequent moves, and he had to settle for mostly boltables. That was common enough on these non-colony planets, though.
A chime sounded from the front door, and the ambient temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. At the same time, the ceiling panel began to glow a brighter pale yellow. It was believable as the filtered light of Chandier's sun, if you forgot that it was black night outside, and there was another disc above Cormick's.
The door slid open, and the tail end of a joke and laughter made the first entry, followed by Cormick, who was nearly succeeding in giving Gaia a ride on his back - nearly because her extra inches and weight meant she had to give auxiliary boost with her toes to keep him upright and moving in a forward direction. Cormick was a little unsteady in any case, as he had turned off his alcohol inhibitor after beginning to dance with Gaia - it was the polite thing to do in mixed company. So now he enjoyed his buzz as he towed his new roommate into his disc.
As the door slid shut behind them and clicked to a lock, Gaia muttered something further into his ear, and they both began laughing again. Gaia slipped from his back and palmed the button on the door. It beeped but did not open. She glanced back at Cormick with furrowed brows. "Security?"
He nodded, then returned to the door to press a series of buttons in the pad left of it. "Don't worry - you're no prisoner, and I'm no guard. Say your word after the light blinks."
Gaia waited, then leaned into the pad to intone, "Mischief."
The door light blinked. Cormick grinned. "Is that what you have planned? Or do you plan on being so bored that the word would never cross your tongue?" Gaia only winked, so he waved her to the door. "Confirm?"
"No.... Let's leave it closed for now. I wouldn't want the neighbors to see what might cross my tongue." Then Gaia's lips were covering Cormick's, and she backed him against the door. Her kiss was curious at first, testing his response, tasting for chemistry, before it became more aggressive and probing. She leaned into him, over him until he was holding her weight, while her gloved fingers tipped off his hat and played over the bald back of his head (politely careful to avoid his contact disks). His fingers, in turn, were politely careful to roam her body in all of the places required to demonstrate his level of interest. She squirmed in response.
At last she broke off for a gasping breath. "I thought I could hold my breath for a long time. But I see I'm not winning any contests here."
Cormick's grin returned briefly. "Not in that category, anyway."
"Well, that's certainly a talent with a few uses. But, I need to freshen first. Is your waterroom ... May I use it?"
Cormick motioned to the arched doorway at the back of the room. "Through there, and straight. Left is the bedroom, right the closet. You're welcome to whatever you want."
"Right. Thanks!" Gaia tapped his nose, then sashayed toward the doorway, looking back to make certain Cormick was watching her throw her hips.
Cormick frowned at himself. He was certain she'd had as much to drink as he had, but she wasn't showing it. Maybe he should reactivate the inhibitor - or make sure she caught up. He crossed to the kitchen, stopping by a framed control panel on the wall to drop the ceiling to the twilight with clouds and set a background song to recall the pollinating insects. This wasn't a night he wanted to find the bugs basking on his pillows.
He had returned to the prime room and was leaning against a pillar vine, equally-strong heavy tea in each hand, by the time the door from the waterroom flished and Gaia emerged. She smiled cleverly as they both came forward to meet in the middle of the room, but she did not take the cup Cormick offered - she took both and dropped them to the floor, where they were quickly trampled to pieces, the tea soaked into the grass, as she caught him in a hurried swarm of kisses. They stumbled their way to Cormick's chief chair, first by his direction, then by her hurried insistance.
He had barely landed in the chair before she was atop him straddling, him, urging him to warm her to the activities ahead. He slowed down for a moment for a chemical assessment. He had one hand beneath her and the other beneath her breast - she lurched in slow-motion against those and tongued his earlobe while he let seconds tick by like minutes and set his body to kill the alcohol and inhibit the smooth muscle relaxants - for now. He had a task ahead - the most pleasant chore - that every cross male with even moderate experience had practiced, but the military had given him ...advantages. His loins relaxed, his head cleared, and he let himself return to her time stream for now. They wrestled in small, cooperative moves in the chair, and soon she was moaning and telling him to release the maglock between her spread legs.
Cormick used his fingers for her first orgasm - that was only polite for sexual conversation. A uni-orgasmic male was expected to give even a femme a pair of orgasms before allowing his own, but Gaia was no femme, and females on an 80/20 mining colony had taught him the need to be generous. Unless she was in a hurry (and she didn't seem to be), it would be presumptous to ask for anything timed before her fourth. Of course, if she offered...
She was whispering in his ear, panting while she waited for her blood to return to normal circulation so they could begin again. She was telling him what she wanted, which was normal for a female, but it didn't leave him much room to impress her with surprise. She intended to find out which could hold longer, his breath, or her. At least he might still surprise her there.
Then she was pushing down on his shoulders, slumping him in the chair as she knelt on the arms and slipped forward to catch his head between her thighs. "Just one breath," she said. "No cheating."
Once she had taken over, and he was simply providing friction and a pair of hands for support and the occasional squeeze, Cormick moved himself to double time. They were only seven minutes and some change in before she began to shudder and her chest heaved. He was good for twice the breath, and he thought about wasting the lung space to tell her so when she jerked with one last pang and they heard a crack.
Immediately she pushed back so she could look at his face. "That wasn't you, was it?"
Cormick shook his head and wiped his eyes and nose dry. "No. I think it was the chair, though."
Gaia sprung to her feet and bent over to inspect the legs of the chair where they rooted into the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"No, don't worry about it. It couldn't be too bad. I'm sure it will heal."
Gaia was crouched beside the chair now. "Oh, I can feel the crack in the root! The poor chair! I feel bad. Will they charge you extra to heal it? I'll pay!"
"Don't worry over it, Gaia. This disc is going into storage when we leave, anyway; the chair will have plenty of time. But maybe for tonight we should move to the bed - especially if you have another one of those in you."
Gaia's teeth flashed as she straightened and offered a hand to help him stand. Strangely, he needed it - his legs were wobbly, and his vision slightly blurred. He double-checked his chemical settings; he was processing the alcohol out-of-cell and it was nearly gone. But he felt more drunk than before.
"Woah! Not so quick, bucko!" Gaia caught him before he stumbled to the side. "I'm not done with you yet!" But by the time they made it to the arched doorway, he was slumped against her shoulder and the world was turning the shiny dark color of her Skin.
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Outside, the Brutes are sheltering from the cold wind under an eave, and watching the two lovers on a pda. They joke and comment on Gaya’s performance.
Gaya emerges from the bedroom licking her teeth. She shuts the door softly behind her, and balances a knick-knack on the door handle. She digs in her bag, calls the Brutes from her PDA, and touches up her makeup until they knock on the door. They ask about Cormick, and she says she gave him a double-dose of her “Goodnight Kiss” as she pulls a small device from the back of her mouth. He should be hard to wake up in the morning.
The Pirates spread out on Cormicks table and begin to disable the RF chips inside the units in the suitcases, once they have instructions from Gaya. It’s a slow, pains-taking process, and the pirates hunch over the table like jewelers.
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In another part of the galaxy, a large, official-looking ship emerges from a diatherine funnel and docks with a huge station in a fixed orbit above a jewel planet. Chandier’s mayor and her lover-aid stride importantly from the ship, dressed in travel clothes. “I have important news for the Blackbie Council”, the mayor announces to the woman who greets her. She hands her a brief.
We cut to the Council chambers, where the Mayor is alone and uneasy in a large chair. The Blackbie Council files in solemnly, and the Mayor sits up very straight. Then, several steps behind, a richly robed woman glides in, and the Mayor stands suddenly. She addresses her as “Lady Blackbie” and bows, exclaiming how surprised she is to be in her presence. After all of this is settled, the Mayor proceeds to betray the Turnbell Red Agent. She describes how the general and agent came to the planet and took it with a legal loophole, and how she suspects that what they’re after is the undocumented (and thus untaxed) diatherine horde.
Chandier's ex-mayor has an audience with the board of Blackbie, and tells them that Turnbell has taken over their base, using some flimsy legal excuse, and are probably planning to pocket the Diatherine from the mining operation. The mayor also requests to return to her town - her secret plan is to find whatever was so valuable that Turnbell Red would buy a planet to find it.
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Reporter goes to TR headquarters and rats Gaia out, in order to protect Cormick from "becoming involved." TR is cleaning the squishies out of the works as she arrives.
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Despite being drugged by Gaya, Cormick awakens in the night while the Brutes are doing RFID "surgery" on the cybernetics on Gaya's back. That is when Lorry gives him a smack on the back of the head.
Bhumi is logged onto the network to spy on Turnbell Red and realizes she herself is being snooped; she re-routes the connection, but urges them to leave as soon as possible. And also to cover their faces. The brutes turn on the TV to see Gaia's face. They turn it off just in time as Cormick comes in, after having broken the bonds that Gaia tied him with.
Gaia tells Cormick they're about to miss an appointment at the Nymphaeum, and would he mind terribly driving them over there? The three pirates wear ceremonial headdresses to cover their faces.
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They arrive at the Nymphaeum, and Cormick opts to wait outside, across the street at a crowded, popular café.
Gaia enters the Nymphaeum, and after a brief word with the temple priestess, she is brought into a private conference room.
Across the street, Cormick is lounging at the café. Byrie and his girl surprise him and warn him about Gaia, who've they've seen on the local news. Byrie doesn't think they shouldn't give them a ride, but that maybe they should charge them more and be a little more careful.
There is an explosion in the café. Byrie and Cormick jump up - it's the first of a series of Squishie attacks around the city. They brave the fire roaring in the kitchen and roust out the Squishies.
Cut over to the Nymphaeum, where Gaia is talking to the Priestess. She wants to interact with the construct, but Gaia says it is not yet time. During an argument with the Brutes, they describe the machine and what it is. The Brutes don't believe it's anything special - there are no prophecies regarding this, and they think it's heresy to discuss it further.
In the rafters, a Squishie Ninja in the process of weakening the joists to collapse the building overhears the conversation and realizes the enormity of what they're talking about. He calls back in to the Squishie General, and is told to re-prioritize to this new lead.
Outside the café, the snowboys are brushing off the soot and apologizing to the café owner for the mess.
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The reporter pulls up in a Turnbell Red vehicle, and clarifies that Cormick is the bait, but once they have their fish, he is to be let off the hook.
She then arrives to do a follow up story with the two heroes, including information on this latest attack, and rising Squishie violence. She calls Cormick an eligible bachelor, and tries to find out if he has a "girl", but Cormick sees through the scheme and tries to get her to stop. When Gaia and the Brutes come out of the Nymphaeum, they care caught by surprise by the media. It takes a fraction of a second for the face analyzer to match Gaia's face, and just about the same amount of time for Kurtie to see Cormick's reaction and turn the camera on her.
Gaia bolts, and immediately TR is after her. One of the Brutes is shot and wounded minorly. Cormick manages to pull away from the tussle, and he gets in his car and is off after Gaia. Cormick picks up Gaia, the brutes, and a stowaway squishie.
Byrie and his girl submit and are taken by TR.
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The Car Chase cuts through the city, with Cormick eventually leading them out of town, where they escape the TR and hide out in a cave. Cormick knows it because they cleared a bunch of Squishies out of it, but he thinks they're concentrating on the city right now. Cormick and Gaia argue throughout the car chase
In that cave, Cormick and Gaia clear things up enough to make up, and right then, the Squishies blow up his car, killing Gaia. Cormick sees her soul begin to pass, and then get pulled back in. Squishies take them all.
Scene
Light shimmered in the otherwise darkness. It was the first hint of anything.
In the first days - before there were days - a star meant a Mind, a Name, a Personality, a Lover and a Beloved. But things change.
Scene
Light shimmered in the otherwise darkness. It marked the coming of Man.
First came their machines, of course - remotes spit out of arcing diatherine ramps into random gravity wells. Chandier's probe was of the grandchild generation, and had come equipped with multipley-independent entry vehicles which scoured her surface, shot off into the sun, and wandered off to explore other points of interest, as they saw fit. Man came in her ship about a month later.
Scene
Light shimmered in the otherwise darkness. It was set to a pleasant frequency for the carpet and walls - a faint green that augmented the nutrient drip.
Cormick's disc (he owned the whole flat) was divided into four main rooms: the kitchen, the prime room, the bed room, and the water room. With the exception of the water room, which of course was tiled, the walls and carpet of each room were patterned with a rugged grass and blue-green moss. Cultured grey vines gave definition to the curves and swirls that Cormick had spent a decade paying disckeepers to maintain. It was no display-model space, but it was passable but current trends, and comfortable for guests. Only the bed and the chief chair of the prime room were grown into the floor, but Cormick's military life had meant frequent moves, and he had to settle for mostly boltables. That was common enough on these non-colony planets, though.
A chime sounded from the front door, and the ambient temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. At the same time, the ceiling panel began to glow a brighter pale yellow. It was believable as the filtered light of Chandier's sun, if you forgot that it was black night outside, and there was another disc above Cormick's.
The door slid open, and the tail end of a joke and laughter made the first entry, followed by Cormick, who was nearly succeeding in giving Gaia a ride on his back - nearly because her extra inches and weight meant she had to give auxiliary boost with her toes to keep him upright and moving in a forward direction. Cormick was a little unsteady in any case, as he had turned off his alcohol inhibitor after beginning to dance with Gaia - it was the polite thing to do in mixed company. So now he enjoyed his buzz as he towed his new roommate into his disc.
As the door slid shut behind them and clicked to a lock, Gaia muttered something further into his ear, and they both began laughing again. Gaia slipped from his back and palmed the button on the door. It beeped but did not open. She glanced back at Cormick with furrowed brows. "Security?"
He nodded, then returned to the door to press a series of buttons in the pad left of it. "Don't worry - you're no prisoner, and I'm no guard. Say your word after the light blinks."
Gaia waited, then leaned into the pad to intone, "Mischief."
The door light blinked. Cormick grinned. "Is that what you have planned? Or do you plan on being so bored that the word would never cross your tongue?" Gaia only winked, so he waved her to the door. "Confirm?"
"No.... Let's leave it closed for now. I wouldn't want the neighbors to see what might cross my tongue." Then Gaia's lips were covering Cormick's, and she backed him against the door. Her kiss was curious at first, testing his response, tasting for chemistry, before it became more aggressive and probing. She leaned into him, over him until he was holding her weight, while her gloved fingers tipped off his hat and played over the bald back of his head (politely careful to avoid his contact disks). His fingers, in turn, were politely careful to roam her body in all of the places required to demonstrate his level of interest. She squirmed in response.
At last she broke off for a gasping breath. "I thought I could hold my breath for a long time. But I see I'm not winning any contests here."
Cormick's grin returned briefly. "Not in that category, anyway."
"Well, that's certainly a talent with a few uses. But, I need to freshen first. Is your waterroom ... May I use it?"
Cormick motioned to the arched doorway at the back of the room. "Through there, and straight. Left is the bedroom, right the closet. You're welcome to whatever you want."
"Right. Thanks!" Gaia tapped his nose, then sashayed toward the doorway, looking back to make certain Cormick was watching her throw her hips.
Cormick frowned at himself. He was certain she'd had as much to drink as he had, but she wasn't showing it. Maybe he should reactivate the inhibitor - or make sure she caught up. He crossed to the kitchen, stopping by a framed control panel on the wall to drop the ceiling to the twilight with clouds and set a background song to recall the pollinating insects. This wasn't a night he wanted to find the bugs basking on his pillows.
He had returned to the prime room and was leaning against a pillar vine, equally-strong heavy tea in each hand, by the time the door from the waterroom flished and Gaia emerged. She smiled cleverly as they both came forward to meet in the middle of the room, but she did not take the cup Cormick offered - she took both and dropped them to the floor, where they were quickly trampled to pieces, the tea soaked into the grass, as she caught him in a hurried swarm of kisses. They stumbled their way to Cormick's chief chair, first by his direction, then by her hurried insistance.
He had barely landed in the chair before she was atop him straddling, him, urging him to warm her to the activities ahead. He slowed down for a moment for a chemical assessment. He had one hand beneath her and the other beneath her breast - she lurched in slow-motion against those and tongued his earlobe while he let seconds tick by like minutes and set his body to kill the alcohol and inhibit the smooth muscle relaxants - for now. He had a task ahead - the most pleasant chore - that every cross male with even moderate experience had practiced, but the military had given him ...advantages. His loins relaxed, his head cleared, and he let himself return to her time stream for now. They wrestled in small, cooperative moves in the chair, and soon she was moaning and telling him to release the maglock between her spread legs.
Cormick used his fingers for her first orgasm - that was only polite for sexual conversation. A uni-orgasmic male was expected to give even a femme a pair of orgasms before allowing his own, but Gaia was no femme, and females on an 80/20 mining colony had taught him the need to be generous. Unless she was in a hurry (and she didn't seem to be), it would be presumptous to ask for anything timed before her fourth. Of course, if she offered...
She was whispering in his ear, panting while she waited for her blood to return to normal circulation so they could begin again. She was telling him what she wanted, which was normal for a female, but it didn't leave him much room to impress her with surprise. She intended to find out which could hold longer, his breath, or her. At least he might still surprise her there.
Then she was pushing down on his shoulders, slumping him in the chair as she knelt on the arms and slipped forward to catch his head between her thighs. "Just one breath," she said. "No cheating."
Once she had taken over, and he was simply providing friction and a pair of hands for support and the occasional squeeze, Cormick moved himself to double time. They were only seven minutes and some change in before she began to shudder and her chest heaved. He was good for twice the breath, and he thought about wasting the lung space to tell her so when she jerked with one last pang and they heard a crack.
Immediately she pushed back so she could look at his face. "That wasn't you, was it?"
Cormick shook his head and wiped his eyes and nose dry. "No. I think it was the chair, though."
Gaia sprung to her feet and bent over to inspect the legs of the chair where they rooted into the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"No, don't worry about it. It couldn't be too bad. I'm sure it will heal."
Gaia was crouched beside the chair now. "Oh, I can feel the crack in the root! The poor chair! I feel bad. Will they charge you extra to heal it? I'll pay!"
"Don't worry over it, Gaia. This disc is going into storage when we leave, anyway; the chair will have plenty of time. But maybe for tonight we should move to the bed - especially if you have another one of those in you."
Gaia's teeth flashed as she straightened and offered a hand to help him stand. Strangely, he needed it - his legs were wobbly, and his vision slightly blurred. He double-checked his chemical settings; he was processing the alcohol out-of-cell and it was nearly gone. But he felt more drunk than before.
"Woah! Not so quick, bucko!" Gaia caught him before he stumbled to the side. "I'm not done with you yet!" But by the time they made it to the arched doorway, he was slumped against her shoulder and the world was turning the shiny dark color of her Skin.
Bookmark
Outside, the Brutes are sheltering from the cold wind under an eave, and watching the two lovers on a pda. They joke and comment on Gaya’s performance.
Gaya emerges from the bedroom licking her teeth. She shuts the door softly behind her, and balances a knick-knack on the door handle. She digs in her bag, calls the Brutes from her PDA, and touches up her makeup until they knock on the door. They ask about Cormick, and she says she gave him a double-dose of her “Goodnight Kiss” as she pulls a small device from the back of her mouth. He should be hard to wake up in the morning.
The Pirates spread out on Cormicks table and begin to disable the RF chips inside the units in the suitcases, once they have instructions from Gaya. It’s a slow, pains-taking process, and the pirates hunch over the table like jewelers.
In another part of the galaxy, a large, official-looking ship emerges from a diatherine funnel and docks with a huge station in a fixed orbit above a jewel planet. Chandier’s mayor and her lover-aid stride importantly from the ship, dressed in travel clothes. “I have important news for the Blackbie Council”, the mayor announces to the woman who greets her. She hands her a brief.
We cut to the Council chambers, where the Mayor is alone and uneasy in a large chair. The Blackbie Council files in solemnly, and the Mayor sits up very straight. Then, several steps behind, a richly robed woman glides in, and the Mayor stands suddenly. She addresses her as “Lady Blackbie” and bows, exclaiming how surprised she is to be in her presence. After all of this is settled, the Mayor proceeds to betray the Turnbell Red Agent. She describes how the general and agent came to the planet and took it with a legal loophole, and how she suspects that what they’re after is the undocumented (and thus untaxed) diatherine horde.
Chandier's ex-mayor has an audience with the board of Blackbie, and tells them that Turnbell has taken over their base, using some flimsy legal excuse, and are probably planning to pocket the Diatherine from the mining operation. The mayor also requests to return to her town - her secret plan is to find whatever was so valuable that Turnbell Red would buy a planet to find it.
Reporter goes to TR headquarters and rats Gaia out, in order to protect Cormick from "becoming involved." TR is cleaning the squishies out of the works as she arrives.
Despite being drugged by Gaya, Cormick awakens in the night while the Brutes are doing RFID "surgery" on the cybernetics on Gaya's back. That is when Lorry gives him a smack on the back of the head.
Bhumi is logged onto the network to spy on Turnbell Red and realizes she herself is being snooped; she re-routes the connection, but urges them to leave as soon as possible. And also to cover their faces. The brutes turn on the TV to see Gaia's face. They turn it off just in time as Cormick comes in, after having broken the bonds that Gaia tied him with.
Gaia tells Cormick they're about to miss an appointment at the Nymphaeum, and would he mind terribly driving them over there? The three pirates wear ceremonial headdresses to cover their faces.
They arrive at the Nymphaeum, and Cormick opts to wait outside, across the street at a crowded, popular café.
Gaia enters the Nymphaeum, and after a brief word with the temple priestess, she is brought into a private conference room.
Across the street, Cormick is lounging at the café. Byrie and his girl surprise him and warn him about Gaia, who've they've seen on the local news. Byrie doesn't think they shouldn't give them a ride, but that maybe they should charge them more and be a little more careful.
There is an explosion in the café. Byrie and Cormick jump up - it's the first of a series of Squishie attacks around the city. They brave the fire roaring in the kitchen and roust out the Squishies.
Cut over to the Nymphaeum, where Gaia is talking to the Priestess. She wants to interact with the construct, but Gaia says it is not yet time. During an argument with the Brutes, they describe the machine and what it is. The Brutes don't believe it's anything special - there are no prophecies regarding this, and they think it's heresy to discuss it further.
In the rafters, a Squishie Ninja in the process of weakening the joists to collapse the building overhears the conversation and realizes the enormity of what they're talking about. He calls back in to the Squishie General, and is told to re-prioritize to this new lead.
Outside the café, the snowboys are brushing off the soot and apologizing to the café owner for the mess.
The reporter pulls up in a Turnbell Red vehicle, and clarifies that Cormick is the bait, but once they have their fish, he is to be let off the hook.
She then arrives to do a follow up story with the two heroes, including information on this latest attack, and rising Squishie violence. She calls Cormick an eligible bachelor, and tries to find out if he has a "girl", but Cormick sees through the scheme and tries to get her to stop. When Gaia and the Brutes come out of the Nymphaeum, they care caught by surprise by the media. It takes a fraction of a second for the face analyzer to match Gaia's face, and just about the same amount of time for Kurtie to see Cormick's reaction and turn the camera on her.
Gaia bolts, and immediately TR is after her. One of the Brutes is shot and wounded minorly. Cormick manages to pull away from the tussle, and he gets in his car and is off after Gaia. Cormick picks up Gaia, the brutes, and a stowaway squishie.
Byrie and his girl submit and are taken by TR.
The Car Chase cuts through the city, with Cormick eventually leading them out of town, where they escape the TR and hide out in a cave. Cormick knows it because they cleared a bunch of Squishies out of it, but he thinks they're concentrating on the city right now. Cormick and Gaia argue throughout the car chase
In that cave, Cormick and Gaia clear things up enough to make up, and right then, the Squishies blow up his car, killing Gaia. Cormick sees her soul begin to pass, and then get pulled back in. Squishies take them all.
// posted by Wray Davis @ 2:42 PM 
