Here's the third chapter, the next will be up at the end of the week. As always enjoy and don't forget to review.
An idea was forming in Skyes mind. Perhaps escape would not be so far away after all. Recently Drey had let her start to train Elira as her partner or replacement as the case may be. To her surprise Elira was showing promise and had seemed to got used to relying without the force.
When they would leave the fighting arena after a match, there was usually a horde of people nearby. The guards would never come to get her; Skye had always automatically gone to them. That would give her the opportunity to get to a communications console because if memory served her right there was one nearby for the brokers to send out the results. There would be people nearby and it was guarded but only by one human male and she doubted she would have a lot of trouble taking him out quietly.
But for this to work Elira would have to distract the guards long enough for her to get
to it. For a moment Skye felt as if she was once more alive again, really alive. It filled her and the once bleak and desolate outlook no longer seemed so bad.
She jumped off her bunk and shook Elira to wake her.
Elira looked up at her with pain-glazed eyes. "What's wrong?" She mumbled.
Even in her somewhat semi-conscious state, Elira could tell that their was something different about Skye. Something more positive and if anything she was more determined.
"Get up, we have to start training. We have a fight coming up and if luck is on our side a means to escape."
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Drey read over Skye's file, pondering what to do with her next. At 23 standard years of age she wasn't very old but Drey knew for a human there was only so much hammering their body could take before their body's would simply give up. He was almost positive he would only get another two years out of her, at least long enough for her to train someone to take her place.
Glancing at her file, he smirked to himself. When she first came, he had expected her to escape but that never happened. Now after been here over a year, he felt that she had given up the will to escape. When she had been in his office that time, she no longer had a strong willed and determined presence and he had linked that to the death of Ghost.
Her next fight was coming up within three days time and he decided to bet on her but just to play it safe he betted on her losing as well.
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Elira was wary around Skye, ever since she had met her she viewed her as a sleeping predator. She could appear calm and at ease but just as easily she could change and Elira found that she was quick to anger.
Skye laid out the details in fount of her. "Do you know what to do?"
Elira nodded glumly and Skye picked up on this.
"What is it?" She demanded.
"Do you want to stay here and die. Do you even know what to do to the people here when they die?"
Elira shook her head.
"Nothing, they leave them to rot on some planet, or sometimes they feed them to their pets. There is no such thing as a decent burial." Skye's anger and pain was evident in both her features and her voice.
She had rose from her crouching position and kicked uselessly at the bunks.
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They had spent the three days preparing. Skye had managed to obtain extra use of the training arena and spent every gruelling minute she could get in there. Elira had seemed pleased at her extreme methods but Skye was determined to win. She was not going to die in here, she had promised Ghost she wouldn't.
Three days hadn't been an adequate amount of time to prepare but it was always better than two hours. It had given them time to see weaknesses that could be exploited by their opponents.
The sweat was pouring from Elira's forehead as she tried to block Skye's kicks and punches. Skye seem oblivious to this and continues on fighting. She paused and stood in a defensive position, giving Elira the chance to strike her. Elira swung forward and out with her leg and attempted to get her in the side. Dropping close to the floor, Skye dodged the blow and dealt one of her own. Jumping back up, she hit Elira in the side with her arm.
"You dropped your elbow again," Skye growled.
"You must defend yourself, protect your weak spots at all times."
Skye wiped a sweat soaked lock of hair from her face and felt a twinge of sympathy. She had once been in that state. Terrified.
An idea was forming in Skyes mind. Perhaps escape would not be so far away after all. Recently Drey had let her start to train Elira as her partner or replacement as the case may be. To her surprise Elira was showing promise and had seemed to got used to relying without the force.
When they would leave the fighting arena after a match, there was usually a horde of people nearby. The guards would never come to get her; Skye had always automatically gone to them. That would give her the opportunity to get to a communications console because if memory served her right there was one nearby for the brokers to send out the results. There would be people nearby and it was guarded but only by one human male and she doubted she would have a lot of trouble taking him out quietly.
But for this to work Elira would have to distract the guards long enough for her to get
to it. For a moment Skye felt as if she was once more alive again, really alive. It filled her and the once bleak and desolate outlook no longer seemed so bad.
She jumped off her bunk and shook Elira to wake her.
Elira looked up at her with pain-glazed eyes. "What's wrong?" She mumbled.
Even in her somewhat semi-conscious state, Elira could tell that their was something different about Skye. Something more positive and if anything she was more determined.
"Get up, we have to start training. We have a fight coming up and if luck is on our side a means to escape."
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Drey read over Skye's file, pondering what to do with her next. At 23 standard years of age she wasn't very old but Drey knew for a human there was only so much hammering their body could take before their body's would simply give up. He was almost positive he would only get another two years out of her, at least long enough for her to train someone to take her place.
Glancing at her file, he smirked to himself. When she first came, he had expected her to escape but that never happened. Now after been here over a year, he felt that she had given up the will to escape. When she had been in his office that time, she no longer had a strong willed and determined presence and he had linked that to the death of Ghost.
Her next fight was coming up within three days time and he decided to bet on her but just to play it safe he betted on her losing as well.
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Elira was wary around Skye, ever since she had met her she viewed her as a sleeping predator. She could appear calm and at ease but just as easily she could change and Elira found that she was quick to anger.
Skye laid out the details in fount of her. "Do you know what to do?"
Elira nodded glumly and Skye picked up on this.
"What is it?" She demanded.
"Do you want to stay here and die. Do you even know what to do to the people here when they die?"
Elira shook her head.
"Nothing, they leave them to rot on some planet, or sometimes they feed them to their pets. There is no such thing as a decent burial." Skye's anger and pain was evident in both her features and her voice.
She had rose from her crouching position and kicked uselessly at the bunks.
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They had spent the three days preparing. Skye had managed to obtain extra use of the training arena and spent every gruelling minute she could get in there. Elira had seemed pleased at her extreme methods but Skye was determined to win. She was not going to die in here, she had promised Ghost she wouldn't.
Three days hadn't been an adequate amount of time to prepare but it was always better than two hours. It had given them time to see weaknesses that could be exploited by their opponents.
The sweat was pouring from Elira's forehead as she tried to block Skye's kicks and punches. Skye seem oblivious to this and continues on fighting. She paused and stood in a defensive position, giving Elira the chance to strike her. Elira swung forward and out with her leg and attempted to get her in the side. Dropping close to the floor, Skye dodged the blow and dealt one of her own. Jumping back up, she hit Elira in the side with her arm.
"You dropped your elbow again," Skye growled.
"You must defend yourself, protect your weak spots at all times."
Skye wiped a sweat soaked lock of hair from her face and felt a twinge of sympathy. She had once been in that state. Terrified.