Evermore relayed what she had been told to everyone. Black Dragur, the rankings, and that it would be much harder than they anticipated. And the shocking information that the Dragur they had in custody was not hostile, rather she was peaceful and interestingly cooperative which had the guards on edge - wondering if she had ulterior motives for being captured.
"I would like to join you. My crew and I would like to fight." Jisa said as the vessel was being taken away to a lab facility. The other Dragur crew were in an armoured van while Jisa (and a crying Plue) were in a sealed van of..
"Zelotite. I see you destroyed a dragaship. A warrior class aircraft." Evermore didn't let the scowl leave her face, not even looking at the dragur as she spoke, and Zac just was in awe of her knowledge, wondering if he'd be allowed to pick at her brain, considering her status in the universe and her willingness to cooperate. "But any material can be strong." She chuckled and Plue had fallen asleep in her arms. The little dragur wasn't handcuffed, but Jisa was, which they thought was useless considering... she's a black Dragur... but they did it anyway for their comfort and peace of mind. No matter what she said, the city knew the dragurs as the ones who killed Machi Harkness.
"You want to fight? Why? They're your kind." Ever poked, curious to see if she'd reveal her true reasons for not fighting.
"And humans have never been at war with themselves?" Jisa asked rhetorically, knowing they have in the past. "If... a certain incident never happened I would probably be on the enemy side right now Miss Harkness. I guess it is just a manner of circumstance and luck."
"It's Lady." A guard scowled.
Looking at the woman known to the number 3 as Machi's mother, she understood why she was acting in such a way. Her child was 'killed' due to her kind. In this situation, the 'hate the empire, not the race' motto she had could not soothe Evermore's pain, and it probably never will, until she decides to separate actions from learned behaviour and not instinctual behaviour. Gerhad killing Machi, or so Evermore thought, was not because their race was programmed to be killers, but because Gerhad swore allegiance and was controlled by Freed, and therefore had a mind of his own.
As they arrived at the labs, the other Dragur were taken to a room while the Black Dragur was taken to an interrogation room. She was separated from Plue, so she knew things were about to get serious as she sat there, in the tiny structure that the humans before her sat on comfortably, waiting for someone to enter the room to question her.
She is a dragur, but not unknowledgeable in the tactics of war. They wanted information.
"Ever, she isn't the one that killed Machi." Zac had to remind her, making sure her anger didn't get the better of her which would compromise the current situation at hand. "Take Harper, I'll handle it." He smiled before heading in. Walking in, Zac noticed the surprise on her face that she wasn't dealing with the ruler of the City.
"And what do I call you?" Jisa asked politely.
"Isaac Kalona. Or just Zac."
'Machi isn't his son. Biologically.' She thought. It also made sense to her. The man before her had much more... stalking lion vibes. Machi was more like a snake, a viper waiting to strangle you when you least expected it. It gave her a little shiver how she had met two humans who could frighten her to this degree. Not even Evermore Harkness gave her the feeling she was experiencing right now.
"I'm not here to harm you. I don't interrogate in that manner. I have some decency, even if it is with the enemy. I just want to ask some questions. I'll answer some of yours if you have any." He suggested and Jisa agreed to the deal, as she was curious about the people she had just met and how they may have influenced Machi's upbringing. She was also wondering what beast the man before her could be. Could turn into with the right training. "Why did you come to Earth?" Zac asked as he saw the list of questions on the paper. And Jisa recounted the events that led to them appearing on Earth in as little detail as possible. Excluding any information related to Machi, their plan, and the fact they were deserters.
"Do you know who Freed is?" Making a conscious note to not slip up, she shook her head at the question. "The leader's name is Liberatus." Seeing him take a deep breath, she knew he had come to the same conclusion as Machi did when he heard the name. Only after two questions, he asked if she'd like to ask a question. Zac did this for two reasons. One, he was curious as to what she'd ask. Two, it would give him an insight into her plans. Whether she was here to help or for an entirely different reason.
She nodded and was reminded of Plue, wondering if he was doing okay after the fright he was given. "Lady Harkness revealed she lost her son to my race. Was he also yours? I ask because I have a son too but not of blood."
'She's more advanced than we have ever seen.' Zac thought and couldn't help but smile. "Not of blood. But he..." Zac sighed and tilted his head, "he was the light of my life. A child I never thought I wanted or needed. But that's what he became for me." Jisa knew the feeling, it was the same one she had about Plue. A child not of blood but someone she treasured more than her own life.
But as soon as the chance to ask more questions came, 5 massive explosions were heard and Zac looked up and saw Ever was no longer in the window. And neither was Harper. He instinctually got up and Jisa spoke calmly to him. "Let me go to the battlefield."
***
Evermore - while holding Harper - was forcibly transported to the main battlefield with Nakamura, Dawson, Jo and Anne.
"Sorry. We couldn't reach you Ever. We had to." Jo said, noticing she was holding Harper in her arms.
Before anyone could make a move, Freed could be heard laughing manically whilst being surrounded by Black Dragur. "Evermore Harkness with a new child as I live and breathe. It didn't even take you 5 years to replace your dead son did it?" He cried out in hysterics, amused and loving the situation before him.
"Ever he's taunting you. Don't listen." Anne warned, trying to keep their leader levelheaded.
"I'd suggest you shut that annoying mouth of yours before I do." An unknown voice appeared behind the group of 5. Zac joined Ever and Harper somehow was sleeping through all of this when they all looked at who walked past them. It was the race of their enemy, the ones they had to battle against, was standing on their side.
And oh did Freed recognise her. Very easily.
"Jisa. How on earth... rather universe... did you get here?" Freed spat. The other lower-ranked black dragurs were shocked and worried. Jisa wasn't just number 3, but someone that, back then, had the two dragurs above her wondering why she didn't claim the number one spot and settled for number three.
"That was thanks to you." She smiled, leaving Freed confused, but she explained, "I guess you didn't realise aircraft 49 was the one I stole."
Disappointment clouded Freed's face. "My former number 3, Jisa. You fell so low... so far. You've assimilated with weakness. You won't be able to beat Gerhad now."
Jisa titled her head and looked to Freed. "Do you truly think so my former leader? And do you think I really care?" She asked. "I left that life because you're a psycho. Killing our... my own kind while you sit back and laugh. Using everyone around you for war." Though this was her confirmation her enemy would be Gehard.
"A leader need not get his hands dirty unless his enemy is of equal strength. Right now, everyone here are flies to me."