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[~echo~]

Dallas awoke suddenly and loudly, thrashing out both arms indiscriminately. He calmed down when he saw it was Ayla. "Ayla, what was that for?"

[~echo~]

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[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla hugs him tightly, shivering,".... You have nightmares," she whispers

[~echo~]

He was sweating, his forehead almost dripping with perspiration. "Yes," he said simply, hugging her as well. "Every night, my sleep is plagued with them. I'm not sure if waking or sleeping is worse."

[CrimsonMoon]

She hugs him tighter, eventually just crawling up onto the cot beside him," I'm sorry... I... Probaby caused them, huh?"

[~echo~]

He smiled sadly and shook his head, scooting over so she had room. "No. They aren't your fault. My past is to blame. Somehow you just can't shake the image of your parents being slaughtered because of disloyalty. And somehow it made me want to be a rebel."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sits up, her white uniform shirt rumbled and her blue eyes sad and sympathetic, her hair was messed up but it somehow made her more attractive and angelic looking,"... I'm sorry," she whispers and him even tighter

[~echo~]

"Don't worry about me. Worry about what you can do to stop others' nightmares," he said gently, smiling weakly at her.

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks away but eentually just lays next to him, hugging him... She was the daughter of the most notorious General in Earth's history who killed nearly 50% of Earth's
Non-aryan population in a matter of two decades in the ultimate blitzkrieg.. The daughter of the man that cruelly order his parents' execution as an 'example' that a spilled cup of coffee on the General's wife was a horrible... Horrible mistake.

Ayla shivers once but not much else

[~echo~]

Dallas smiled, his eyes closed. He held her tight, trying to comfort her and be there for her.

David was in his room, searching frantically for his holophone. He couldn't find it anywhere!

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla's breathing slowed and she whispers,"... What do you want to know...?"

[~echo~]

Dallas opened his eyes, adjusting them to the darkness of the room. "What do you mean?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla blinks and rests her forehead kn his collar," About the Fourth thousand year Regime," Ayla's hands clutch his shoulders

[~echo~]

Dallas was silent for a moment, thinking. What did he want to know? "Maybe... do you know where the powerhouse is? Where everything main happens?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She shakes her head and whispers," It moves every day, it could be an art museum in Belgium then in a shanty in Old Libya then in Hong Kong... Each place is selected in advance and theres a big list... I only saw it once... It repeats itself once every location is used... I dunno when it restarts..."

She breathes in sharply, she felt a small pain in her diaphram but brushes it off and whispers," Operation.... Opympia.... Have you heard of it?"

[~echo~]

Dallas shook his head. "I have not. What is it?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Ayla whispers," It was the invasion of the japanese homeland in the second World War," She buries her face into his brown hair and whispers," They dropped the atomic bomb instead and forced their unconditional surrender," she breathes in his scent and trembles

Ayla slowly closes her eyes and whispers," Operation Hellbound..."

[~echo~]

"Oh, no I do remember learning about that. I just couldn't remember the name," he said, realizing. "What about it, though?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She sighs and whispers,"... I-I can't remember..." Her breathing sharpened a bit," I can't remember what he told me..."

[~echo~]

"Who? Who told you what?"