Acxa traced the strange symbol that was on the wanted poster with her thumb. Ever since she had been set adrift, she had been studying the wanted posters that hung around the room. There was one half hidden by two others that had immediately caught her attention, for only the symbol was visible, resting on something that looked a lot like a sword's hilt. It was that symbol now that she was tracing, again and again.

It had been a week, and she was thirsty. She wanted Nunvil. Or food. Food would be nice.

Acxa sighed, glancing pitifully at the emergency supply of instant food goo. But there was only enough to last her three days, so she needed to save it. Sure, she was brought up in a palace for all her life, used to feasts at every meal and fancy dinner retreats, but she knew what to do in these situations. In fact-wait. Acxa felt a jerk from underneath her feet.

"Hmm?" She frowned, standing up and dropping her hand away from the poster. The door opened noisily.

"This ship is being taken over by the Blade of Marmora! Surrender." A voice rang out menacingly.

Acxa dropped to her knees and put up her hands. She bit her tongue and kept her gaze on the new comer.

A young woman, about twenty, stepped out from the shadows that stretched out behind her.

"Hey;" Acxa wondered. "Why isn't the air rushing out? Oh, wait, the ship must be anchored with another ship."

The intruder had her hair brushed into a braid, flimsily tossed over her shoulder. She bore two blades, and her mouth was drawn into a snarl. She wore black, grey, and blue clothing, and her gaze was distant, or maybe distracted. Acxa couldn't tell.

"Antok." The woman snarled half-heartedly. "Get in here."

Another armored person, this time a male, stepped into the room, armed with a signal blade. He had three fingers, a flimsy tale, and a head that was too small for his muscular body.

"Are you the only one on this ship? A child?" Antok glared, his gaze swiveling over the ship's exterior.

"Yes, it's only me!"

"Where's the pilot?" The female barked, pointing her sword to the left of Acxa.

"There is no pilot! I was just set adrift to help me escape from Emperor Zarkon, Prince Lotor, and Haggar! Please! Don't hurt me!"

The sword turned completely toward her, and the woman blinked, her gaze still on the ceiling, although it didn't appear to be focusing. "Antok." The woman snarled. "Tie her up. What's your name?"

"Azula!" Acxa exclaimed, bowing her head.

"Azula, don't resist arrest." Antok ordered, pulled a rope out of a bag slung around his shoulders. "Roan, what should I do with her…?"

"Put her in the interrogation room. Kolivan's gonna have fits when he sees her! And to think he thought this outpost was worthless." Roan laughed bitterly.

"What are you going to do with me?" Acxa whispered, recognizing the symbol on their blades as the mark she had just been tracing.

"Depends. How old are you?"

"Uh…about fourteen." Axca didn't count the years she had been in Cryo-sleep. If those hadn't happened, she would be fourteen the next day.

"Huh. It's not my decision." Roan frowned, her gaze turning hesitantly towards Acxa. "If it was…heh. You wouldn't have to worry about destiny. 'Cause I'd change it. Or if there's a heaven, because you'd learn within moments. Anyway, be glad it's not up to me. And that Kolivan's more…forgiving. Kind." Acxa stared at Roan's eyes, and noticed that they weren't even glowing. They were a pale yellow.

"So, when will I meet this 'Kolivan'?" Acxa asked.

"Soon." Roan assured her, turning around.

Acxa followed Roan and Antok out of the room, her hands chained together.


Author's note

Finally another chapter! That's what you're thinking, right?! Right?!