Surreality (Part 17)

The room was in an uproar everyone was telling everyone else to do, while the mother and Minaroro stood in a detached isolation from the rest of the room, Tamas merely looked mildly perturbed. The combination of the knife clattering the ground and the resounding slap the mother hit Minaroro with brought every eye back to Minaroro and the child’s mother and draped the room in a heavy silence. “You nearly kill my child then try to take the easy way out? How dare you.” The woman’s furious words confused Minaroro, did she care for her offspring that much? What happened next confused Minaroro far more then the woman’s words; the woman, who had a foot an a half in height and out weighed Minaroro by a good forty-five kilograms, engulfed her in a massive bear hug. “Thank you for saving my daughter, if you had not responded as quickly as you had she would have died” the woman said as she released Minaroro from her embrace. The utter confusion on Minaroro’s face caused Tamas to break down into uncontrollable laughter to the point where he was reduced to a crumpled heap on the floor gasping for air with tear steaming down his face. The elders told Tamas to get a hold of him self or they would have him removed.
Never in Minaroro’s 499 missions had she had so many problems or had been as confused as on this mission, for the first time since she thought Tamas had died, Minaroro wanted to cry, so she did.
The sight of a Draconian soldier sobbing was the last thing anyone in the room would have expected, save for Tamas who knew Minaroro better then anyone else in the universe did. Before anyone could figure out this sudden turn of events a soldier exploded into the room, “Elders, a massive Draconian attack fleet was just detected on long range scanners and their headed this way!” the soldier urgently announced. All eyes turned toward Minaroro “Did you call for reinforcements Draconian?” the elders asked Minaroro calmly. She informed them that when her armor was removed an automated signal was sent back to her home world informing her people that she was either captured or dead, and that the fleet on their sensors was coming to kill everyone at this base including her, in fact their primary goal was her. “Why would they also kill you?” the elders asked curiously, “What use would they have with a warrior too weak to avoid capture?” Minaroro responded wondering why these elders did not know such simple facts.
“Are we suppose to feel sorry for you because your people are trying to kill you now?” one of the soldiers behind the elders asked Minaroro flatly. Minaroro just shrugged, “You people are no longer my enemies, do with me what you will. Although I would suggest you evacuate your base before that fleet arrives” as Minaroro said these words she realized she had no idea what she would do with her life if she somehow survived both her captors and her own people. “The Draconian is right, Sergeant tell the base commander to begin evacuation” the central elder ordered the soldier to his left. “What should we do with her?” the elder on the far left asked.