La Escorpiona/The Scorpion

Author: Tinadoll (aka Tina- That’s me!)

Setting: After BDM.

Rating: R to NC-17.

Spoilers: Yes.

Author’s note : Thank you all for reading my fic-Only a few chapters left. Previous warnings are still in effect. No beta. Just me trying to write as best i can. Please comment- it helps me get motivated.

Chapter 23: Deep

blank stare disrepair there's a big black hole gonna eat me up someday someday fades away like a memory or a place that you'd rather be some place lost in space itch in my head, that's telling me somewhere somewhere out there anywhere i don't care, get me out of here (Nine inch nails-Deep)

Scorpion checked the closet for the appropriate apparel to meet her supposed arch-enemy. She found a pair of boots that would suit her needs-comfortable and highly stylized.

She wouldn’t care whether the blood spattered on them or not.

Black again. Like her mood.

The door chimed and she took a seat on a nearby chair. She held a riding crop in her hands-she wanted Lady Yoshida to know that she was detected during her visit to Badger.

“Enter.” She said and Yoshida stepped forward.

“Well,” the widow started but then she saw the crop, she sniffled and Scorpion narrowed her eyes.

“About time,” Scorpion said. She took out a clove cigarette out of a container that was on the desk and lit it.

Lady Yoshida was pondering what to say next to her, so she just got to the point- “You killed my husband,”

“…So?” Scorpion retorted as she blew smoke.

“I loved him!” Lady Yoshida exclaimed.

“Don’t bullshit the bullshit artist, lady,” Scorpion retorted. “He’s dead and you inherited all his money. He hurt a lot of people-especially woman. I am guessing that he hurt you more then you want to let on. You want to live with the façade of this great man, but your husband was a murdering thieving good for nothing. It’s time to move on- take the money and live free.”

At that the older woman sat on the bed but there was something in the her eyes, which said it all. She was one of those that were under his will so long-she had forgotten what it was to be free. But she wasn’t done yet.

Lady Yoshida got up and threw a data card on the bed.

“I feel for you,” she said, face softening. “You have no idea who you are. You are going to be thoroughly surprised.” The older woman said pointing at the data chip. “I have followed you- but it seems that nothing really matters. You’re too important to kill. That is why he wants you so bad.” She said, pointing at the data card. Her temper flared and it showed in her eyes. Yoshida had originally planned to kill her. But now that Scorpion was under the watchful eye of Councilmen West. She could do nothing. Maybe ruin Scorpions calm. Ever since she tossed the card on the bed Scorpion had been staring at it. Considering- did she really want to know who she was and where she came from?

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing Yoshida said before departing.

“That they won’t let me kill you.” Scorpion read.

So there Scorpion sat, unnerved at the whole interchange between the two killers. What would neuter a woman that powerful? Scorpion didn’t like it.

They would have to meet again.

She got up from the chair she was lounging in and grabbed the data card of the bed and plopped in front of the cortex screen. She inserted the card and the Chairman pop up on the screen. He was sitting at his desk in the office she saw only once.

“Hello investor!” he said cheerfully. “Thank you for your kind donation to Project Hera. I just wanted to give you an update about the project.”

She saw the chairman walk out from behind his desk and walked out the door and down the hall. He spoke as he walked.

“The quest for perfection has been plagued human kind for eternity. Most of us can’t say we consider ourselves perfect-per se, but we would like to give the future generations a head start. Eliminate diseases and genetic flaws once detected. As you know Project Hera was founded on the notion that if we could genetically alter a female so that she is operating at peak capability-the children she would have will also function at peak as well. Gives us a one up on mother nature. Experiments with fetal alterations have been-unsuccessful. And client satisfaction is guaranteed-We have decided that making them hypersexual. Test tube children and clones are also notoriously unstable but if you pick a woman in her prime…”

Scorpion sat back in the chair and crossed her arms. Something within her wanted to rage and kill everyone involved with the project but something held her back. Then she saw where the chairman had walked to. It was a window to a chamber and someone was strapped to a chair. And at that moment her blood ran cold.

It was her.

When he continued to walk she saw more of these rooms-with more subjects.

He continued to talk- “As you can see, the first subject is already ready for her test run and we have many more on the way,” he winked. “There has been much success thanks in large part to your donations. Thank you for your interest in this project. And I look forward to speaking with to again.”

And the screen went blank.

The next bit was an article about new clippings about missing girls and young woman from around ‘verse. There were not a lot of details. But the last thing was a list of names of the girls. Most of them were crossed out meaning that they were probably dead. A couple had numbers next to their names- Prison numbers? Ranks? Were these woman soldiers? River Tam was on that list- and she wasn’t crossed out.

She remembered all the lives she had taken. She guessed that they were trying to cover up their abomination. Playing God doesn’t work; just see what occurred on Miranda. So, she killed the women in an effort to clean up house.

“River,” She thought. She knew that chairman was covering for something worse. These girls were made into weapons, she felt sick and sad. But, she figured they wanted to cover their tracks. If the public only knew that they had started altering mood and make the girls weapons as well.

She quickly considered her options and started a wave letter to the only person she knew who would help her.

Captain Malcolm Reynolds.