Hidden Past, Unsure Future
Part 4
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As I watch the presumed sith lord in from of me, I ponder what to do. I can, a) scream, b) run away c) make a smart remark or d) faint. At this time, c) sounds like a poor choice, so I opt for a).
I take a deep breath and really hope I don't lose my voice. When I scream, I notice that the sith takes a step back, and cowers a bit. Maybe he was a little close for it not to hurt his ears…
Moments later, Wiya and Asa, followed closely by about half the population of the 'home' come running into the kitchen. Maybe they don't sleep as deeply as I thought. And maybe that's a bad thing.
"Uh, a little help here?" I ask, hoping they have realized what's going on, also hoping that I have not imagine the whole thing, because if that's the case, I'll look pretty stupid in a minute or two.
The sith grabs my arm. He's not a hallucination. Why do I always have bad luck? Anyhow, he may think so, but there is no way this moron is about to kidnap me. A quick kick to his shin should teach him a lesson.
Unfortunately, it has just occurred to me I probably did not want to make him angry, which he certainly way.
He glares at me a moment, then turns around, facing my friends.
With one wave of his hand, they've all collapsed to the floor.
There's an old saying. 'Where it rains, it pours.' Well, apparently the last four years of my life has been some freak rain storm. And here comes the metaphorical flood.
Now I pause for a moment, the sith, he's just staring at me, and probably thinking, 'stupid brat. To bad she's wanted alive, not dead.'
I continue to watch him, he is a murderer. He destroyed my entire family. I may never see my brother and sister ever again, because of him.
Slowly, I reach for where my blaster should hang from my belt. It, of course, is not there.
After several more moments of silence, the Dark One speaks.
"Now, are you going to come along calmly, or do I have to kill one or two of your friends?" he asks, coolly, calmly.
"Mrpf." Is the only reply I can muster.
"Good. We shall go now." He pushes me a bit, so that I'll start walking. I do.
I can't believe I am willing being kidnapped. A willing hostage I can see my self as, but a willing kidnapee? Does it still count as being kidnapped? Or is it now just running away.
I've got to stop thinking so hard and get back to the matter at hand.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask.
He does not respond.
"What did my family ever do wrong?"
Still, no answer.
"If Her Majesty Rachel gets wind of this-" I began. Queen Rachel had a reputation of being, very nasty to those who mistreated anyone involved with the Royal Courts of Corellia. Not only that, my mother had been good friends with her.
"Queen Rachel is of no concern. Not to mention she doesn't having anything to do with Nike Quicksilver." He said my name as if it were an insult.
He's right.
"I am very tired." I say, almost conversationally.
"You can sleep on the ship. You won't deal with interrogation droids until we arrive."
"Arrive WHERE?" I demand.
If he didn't think I was a brat before, he does now.
"Shut up."
Not the response I wanted.
We finally reach the ship. He grabs me by the arm again, and roughly pulls me into the ship, and then pretty much throws me into a room, of which he promptly locks the door.
***Sith POV***
I have finally taken care of that stupid brat. She behaves as if changing her name and appearances will prevent things from happening.
Dumb, like her mother.
Uhg. Just thinking of her mother disgusts me.
The girl will pay.
They all will pay.