Well, I'm back!
Thanks for the kind reviews!
Romashka: You don't expect me to tell if he dies, do you?
SilverWolf: I searched this site for Thrawn-stories and when I had read them all
I decided to write my own. I'm glad you like it.
So much for that!
Here's part two, the story continues.
Have fun!
"INTO ENEMY HANDS"
From Caius Iulius
Chapter 2: Meeting Zaarin
Like Bren had promised, the Star Destroyer let them jump to lightspeed unbothered.
Stalk left the controls to his partner Marrel and went to the box.
Carefully, he opened it as if awaiting their prisoner to jump out of it.
If he had had the strenght, Thrawn would have killed the man with his bare hands,
but he didn't even managed to move his head to look away.
At least he could close his eyes.
He cursed himself for having been so blind. He had walked right into the trap and had been
overwhelmed him so easily. What was worse was the fact that it had been commander Bren,
Parck's third officer, had betrayed him. He had trusted him.
So much for his knowledge of people.
He didn't give a credit for his own life now, but what about the fleet?
With a traitor like Bren - and Parck knew nothing of it, maybe he would even ask
Bren to assist in the upcomming events...
There had to be a way he could warn Parck, the question was just: How?
Finally, the exhaustion got the better of him and he lost conciousness.
Marrel stepped into the cargo hold.
"How's the admiral?"
Stalk shrugged.
"Lost conciousness. Come on, help me with him."
Together they lifted Thrawn out of his small prison and carried him to the shuttle's
passanger-area. They tied his hands and feet and returned to the cockpit.
The rest of the flight was very uneventful.
"Everything ready, Stalk? We're leaving hyperspace." Marrel called some hours later.
Stalk sat dowm in the co-pilot's seat.
"Our friend still sleeps save and sound."
Marrel sneered.
"The admiral will bring him back to his senses! - Look, we're there!"
Right in front of their shuttle the Nebulon B2 frigate "Shamus" came into view.
The shuttle landed inside one of the smaller hangars. Four stormtroopers and one
bridge officer awaited them.
When the ramp had been lowered, the small welcome party entered the ship.
First Officer Himo Trolls glanced briefly around and noticed the prisoner laying on
the floor.
"I assume you were successful?" he asked.
Stalk couldn't help grinning.
"Yes, sir! Everything went just fine. Granted, he knew faster than expected what
was going on but it didn't help him. You can take the package from here on.
Shall we wake him?"
Commander Trolls hesitated and shook his head.
"No, I think the admiral will want to do this himself."
Marrel nodded. "Understood, sir!"
"Good," the commander called for the stormtroopers. "Take the prisoner to his cell!"
He turned back to the pilots.
"Good work; now we have to get rid of the shuttle. Remember: It has to look like an
accident."
Slowly, he regained conciousness. The serum's effect had decreased by now and he was able
to feel his limbs again. The strong grip with which the stromtroopers next to him held
his arms told him that only too well.
"So we meet again, Thrawn," someone said with unconcealed sarcasm.
Thrawn didn't need to look up; he knew perfectly well who stood before him.
Zaarin took a step closer to his prisoner.
"Still too proud, alien? I think you are not aware of your current situation!" the former
Grand Admiral hissed. And as if to intensify his statement, the stormtroopers pulled his arms
back brutally. The binders cut deep into his wrists.
Only then Thrawn looked into Zaarin's eyes.
"On the contrary, Zaarin," he replied calmly, "you will kill me, of that I have no doubt.
But it won't help you."
Obviously, that wasn't what Zaarin had expected. He looked Thrawn over shortly and
snorted with a sneer.
"You will understand that I'm not your opinion. But that's something we can discuss in
a moment. I have to take care of something else first, then you'll have my whole attention."
He mentioned the stormtroopers and they dragged Thrawn out of the cell, towards the
interrogation chamber.
When Zaarin entered the room some minutes later he noticed that everything had been prepared
as he had ordered. Satisfied he looked at Thrawn.
Someone had bared Thrawn's upper part of the body and had bound him with leather straps
to the wall. Next to him hovered an interrogation droid, waiting for orders.
"I've been looking forward to this moment for along time," Zaarin muttered to himself
as he walked towards Thrawn.
His prisoner scrutinized him with unconcealed disdain.
"What do you expect from this, Zaarin? You know I won't tell you anything. And as I had
to learn, you already are in dispose of a very effective source."
Zaarin gave him a wolfish smile.
"It would be easy to have you executed. TOO easy, too... quick. As you well know, I used
to be the head of the Empire's R&D-Department. Research is a hobby of mine. And you are
therefore a very wellcome test subject. I will take all the time needed to learn how much...
shall we say vigour... it takes to break your stubborn will."
Thrawn's expression darkened.
"I thought you'd say like that."
"Did you, now?"
Zaarin indicated the droid to come nearer and it slowly hovered to his side.
An arm came out and the droid administered Thrawn an injection.
"That's a stimulator," Zaarin explained, "it will keep you from loosing conciousness
too fast."
He turned back to the droid.
"Electric shock treatment. Start with level B, we'll increase it slowly."
The droid gave some acknoledging beeps and a new arm appeared, covered with long,
thin needles. The droid began his cruel work.
While the droid tortured Thrawn with more and more powerful electric shocks, Zaarin
looked closely at his prisoner. Amused, he noticed as the Grand Admiral tried to suppress
the pain. He succeeded not all that well.
Thrawns painful screams were music in Zaarin's ears.
Despite the stimulator Thrawn lost conciousness more than once and Zaarin took great
pleasure in bringing his prisoner back everytime himself.
When they finally freed him of the binders, Thrawn was far to weak to stand on his feet.
Zaarin let him lay on the floor for some time before kneeling down next to him.
"Congratulations, Thrawn. You bared it far longer than I had hoped you would. This
really promises to become very interesting."
Thrawn only groaned in pain. Zaarin laughed coldly and called for the guards to carry Thrawn
back to his cell.
TBC...
That's it! Any comments?
I think the next chapter will have more of Parck and the traitor Bren in it...
Please review, I depend on it.
Thanks for the kind reviews!
Romashka: You don't expect me to tell if he dies, do you?
SilverWolf: I searched this site for Thrawn-stories and when I had read them all
I decided to write my own. I'm glad you like it.
So much for that!
Here's part two, the story continues.
Have fun!
"INTO ENEMY HANDS"
From Caius Iulius
Chapter 2: Meeting Zaarin
Like Bren had promised, the Star Destroyer let them jump to lightspeed unbothered.
Stalk left the controls to his partner Marrel and went to the box.
Carefully, he opened it as if awaiting their prisoner to jump out of it.
If he had had the strenght, Thrawn would have killed the man with his bare hands,
but he didn't even managed to move his head to look away.
At least he could close his eyes.
He cursed himself for having been so blind. He had walked right into the trap and had been
overwhelmed him so easily. What was worse was the fact that it had been commander Bren,
Parck's third officer, had betrayed him. He had trusted him.
So much for his knowledge of people.
He didn't give a credit for his own life now, but what about the fleet?
With a traitor like Bren - and Parck knew nothing of it, maybe he would even ask
Bren to assist in the upcomming events...
There had to be a way he could warn Parck, the question was just: How?
Finally, the exhaustion got the better of him and he lost conciousness.
Marrel stepped into the cargo hold.
"How's the admiral?"
Stalk shrugged.
"Lost conciousness. Come on, help me with him."
Together they lifted Thrawn out of his small prison and carried him to the shuttle's
passanger-area. They tied his hands and feet and returned to the cockpit.
The rest of the flight was very uneventful.
"Everything ready, Stalk? We're leaving hyperspace." Marrel called some hours later.
Stalk sat dowm in the co-pilot's seat.
"Our friend still sleeps save and sound."
Marrel sneered.
"The admiral will bring him back to his senses! - Look, we're there!"
Right in front of their shuttle the Nebulon B2 frigate "Shamus" came into view.
The shuttle landed inside one of the smaller hangars. Four stormtroopers and one
bridge officer awaited them.
When the ramp had been lowered, the small welcome party entered the ship.
First Officer Himo Trolls glanced briefly around and noticed the prisoner laying on
the floor.
"I assume you were successful?" he asked.
Stalk couldn't help grinning.
"Yes, sir! Everything went just fine. Granted, he knew faster than expected what
was going on but it didn't help him. You can take the package from here on.
Shall we wake him?"
Commander Trolls hesitated and shook his head.
"No, I think the admiral will want to do this himself."
Marrel nodded. "Understood, sir!"
"Good," the commander called for the stormtroopers. "Take the prisoner to his cell!"
He turned back to the pilots.
"Good work; now we have to get rid of the shuttle. Remember: It has to look like an
accident."
Slowly, he regained conciousness. The serum's effect had decreased by now and he was able
to feel his limbs again. The strong grip with which the stromtroopers next to him held
his arms told him that only too well.
"So we meet again, Thrawn," someone said with unconcealed sarcasm.
Thrawn didn't need to look up; he knew perfectly well who stood before him.
Zaarin took a step closer to his prisoner.
"Still too proud, alien? I think you are not aware of your current situation!" the former
Grand Admiral hissed. And as if to intensify his statement, the stormtroopers pulled his arms
back brutally. The binders cut deep into his wrists.
Only then Thrawn looked into Zaarin's eyes.
"On the contrary, Zaarin," he replied calmly, "you will kill me, of that I have no doubt.
But it won't help you."
Obviously, that wasn't what Zaarin had expected. He looked Thrawn over shortly and
snorted with a sneer.
"You will understand that I'm not your opinion. But that's something we can discuss in
a moment. I have to take care of something else first, then you'll have my whole attention."
He mentioned the stormtroopers and they dragged Thrawn out of the cell, towards the
interrogation chamber.
When Zaarin entered the room some minutes later he noticed that everything had been prepared
as he had ordered. Satisfied he looked at Thrawn.
Someone had bared Thrawn's upper part of the body and had bound him with leather straps
to the wall. Next to him hovered an interrogation droid, waiting for orders.
"I've been looking forward to this moment for along time," Zaarin muttered to himself
as he walked towards Thrawn.
His prisoner scrutinized him with unconcealed disdain.
"What do you expect from this, Zaarin? You know I won't tell you anything. And as I had
to learn, you already are in dispose of a very effective source."
Zaarin gave him a wolfish smile.
"It would be easy to have you executed. TOO easy, too... quick. As you well know, I used
to be the head of the Empire's R&D-Department. Research is a hobby of mine. And you are
therefore a very wellcome test subject. I will take all the time needed to learn how much...
shall we say vigour... it takes to break your stubborn will."
Thrawn's expression darkened.
"I thought you'd say like that."
"Did you, now?"
Zaarin indicated the droid to come nearer and it slowly hovered to his side.
An arm came out and the droid administered Thrawn an injection.
"That's a stimulator," Zaarin explained, "it will keep you from loosing conciousness
too fast."
He turned back to the droid.
"Electric shock treatment. Start with level B, we'll increase it slowly."
The droid gave some acknoledging beeps and a new arm appeared, covered with long,
thin needles. The droid began his cruel work.
While the droid tortured Thrawn with more and more powerful electric shocks, Zaarin
looked closely at his prisoner. Amused, he noticed as the Grand Admiral tried to suppress
the pain. He succeeded not all that well.
Thrawns painful screams were music in Zaarin's ears.
Despite the stimulator Thrawn lost conciousness more than once and Zaarin took great
pleasure in bringing his prisoner back everytime himself.
When they finally freed him of the binders, Thrawn was far to weak to stand on his feet.
Zaarin let him lay on the floor for some time before kneeling down next to him.
"Congratulations, Thrawn. You bared it far longer than I had hoped you would. This
really promises to become very interesting."
Thrawn only groaned in pain. Zaarin laughed coldly and called for the guards to carry Thrawn
back to his cell.
TBC...
That's it! Any comments?
I think the next chapter will have more of Parck and the traitor Bren in it...
Please review, I depend on it.