Yoho! Here I am!
I got through this chapter sooner than I thought - the sooner the better.
A 'Thank You!' to everybody who is still with me.
(At least one is, eh SilverWolf?)
So, this one is for my most frequent reviewer. I was glad you liked the
preview. I managed to put all parts into this chapter.
They should fit in just fine (or so I hope).
Alright, let's get on with the show!!!
DISCLAIMER:
Sadly, I do not get money for this.
I didn't try it on animals.
Oh, and of course, I'm not the inventor of Star Wars - as if you didn't know...
INTO ENEMY HANDS
From: caius julius
Chapter 7: The Mission Begins
Thrawn had lost any sense of time. Had it been hours since the last torture?
Or even days? Maybe just minutes... He couldn't tell.
Pain, exhaustion and the uncernity about what had happened in the meantime had
clearly left their marks on him.
He knew he needed rest badly, but everytime he closed his eyes to get some sort of
sleep, the same cruel scenes were playing inside his head. He heard himself scream,
saw the droids as they cut into his flesh...
He immediately opened his eyes again and dismissed any thoughts of sleep.
But still, there was this roar in his ears, he heard the sound of the saw blade all over
again and the bright light ached in his eyes.
Zaarin stepped into the interrogation chamber, a cold smile on his lips.
Everything was still as he had left it. Thrawn's blood, which covered a not too minor
part of the floor, was dry by now. Its metallic scent still hung in the air.
The Grand Admiral himself lay bound tightly on the desk and groaned faintly.
Slowly, Zaarin approached his prisoner. Once he was standing next to him
he watched him closely and with great interest. Blood seemed to leak out through the
bandages, older injuries had produced inflammations - painful ones, Zaarin hoped.
He was completely alone with the prisoner and the thought of it stimulated him immensely.
Even more so, since Thrawn lay helplessly at his mercy in front of him.
What a temptation.
No medic to tell him to stop, no droids to do the dirty work. Only him.
He let his hand sofly glide dowm Thranw's leg to the point where the bandage dyed red.
Smiling cruelly at Thrawn, he pressed his fingers agains the wound.
Thrawn groaned painfully.
"Does it hurt?" Zaarin asked sardonicly and pressed even harder.
When he pulled his hand back he felt warm red blood on his fingers and wiped it off
on Thrawn's already blood-stained trousers.
"I really should talk to the medics."
He laughed and took out a datapad. After pressing a few keys he held it in front of
Thrawn's eyes.
"Read this; it's from our friend, Lt. Commander Bren."
Reluctantly, Thrawn directed his gaze towards the screen.
Bren reported the Captain - Parck - had reacted to Zaarin's package completely puzzled
and surprised. Parck had immediately ordered an emergency-conference.
He had even contacted High Command. According to Bren, Parck told him he counted on
HC to call them back within the next days. Probably to a naval base near the Core.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Zaarin asked with exaggerated politeness.
"It seems all your efforts have been in vain. Your Captain has no idea where we are.
He won't come to rescue you, or to finish me off."
He waited a few seconds and smiled amused as Thrawn vainly tried to hide his horror.
"I am the winner." Zaarin said simply.
He pulled a knife from his belt.
"Unfortunately, I have to leave the "Shamus" for a while - some matters need my immedtiate
attention, you see. But I leave you a parting gift."
He held the knife to Thrawn's face and sliced a lond cut crossways his right cheek.
Thrawn didn't move a muscle as blood went down his face.
Amused, Zaarin put the knife on under Thrawn's chin and let it slowly and dangerously
glide down his throat and chest, every now and then cutting into his flesh not too deeply.
He stopped at the bandage over Thrawn's stomach.
Sadisdicly, he grinned at his prisoner, who stared contemptuously at the ceiling.
Zaarin positioned the knife to a certain place on the bandage and carefully let it glide
into the stomach.
Thrawn's eyes widened as the sharp pain ached through his body.
"Don't worry," Zaarin said with a soft voice. "this won't kill you. I had enough chances
to fathom your anatomy during the last days. It will hurt a lot, though - that's what it
is ment for, you know; to keep you occupied while I'm gone."
He activated his commlink. "Sickbay, I need a medic-team with a stretcher at the interrogation
chamber. It's urgend."
"Understood, Admiral."
Once more, Zaarin smiled at Thrawn and pulled the knife out of the wound. The bandage dyed even
redder. Thrawn couldn't hide the pain from his face any more; he panted and coughed.
After the last torture he was sure it couln't get any worse - well, Zaarin had proved him wrong.
A small thread of blood went out of his mouth.
Minutes later the medics arrived. They opend Thrawn's binders and lifted him onto the stretcher.
"Sergeant," Zaarin addressed one of the medics. "I want you to give the prisoner as least
sedative as possible. Just make sure he survives."
The medic nodded. "Yes, Sir!" After that they carried Thrawn out of the room.
He didn't notice any of it. Soon after Zaarin had pulled out the knfe he had lost conciousness
and drifted towards sweet darkness.
Voss Parck stared out to the stars - he did that a lot lately.
Four days - High Command had waited four whole days until they finally had ordered
them back. An eternity.
The Captain slightly shook his head. He could only hope the "Shamus" was still in the
Orias-System. If not... he didn't dare to think of that.
A part of him desperately wanted to believe Thrawn was still alive, but he knew the
chances were very low. If only he had watched his officers closer, if only he had
ordered that every shuttle launch was to be reported to him first, if only...
He grimaced and burried his face in one hand. No, this didn't gain him anything.
He had to keep his mind together. He had to wait and see if Zaarin indeed was in the
Orias-System.
Shaking his head again he slowly breathed out. Only then he turned to his first officer
standing a few steps behind him.
"Commander, prepare to go to lightspeed!"
Jovis gave him a grim smile. "Yes, Sir!"
Minutes later the huge ship jumped.
Bren smiled satisfied. That was it. Zaarin's plan had been successful.
What a luck this comm-officer had asked him - Bren - about the message. He had known
immediately that it was from Thrawn. Zaarin had pointed out there might be one.
It seemed Thrawn had caused enough trouble on Zaarin's frigate to send a message
to his flagship - or so Zaarin had tought. And it proved to be correct.
Such a pity this fool Pack never knew what had happened.
Now that Thrawn was gone - Bren was sure Zaarin had executed him by now - and with
men like Parck: what was there to stop the mighty Grand Admiral Zaarin from
overthrowing Palpatine and building his own Empire?
Nothing.
He didn't notice as Commander Jovis and two stormtroopers came nearer.
"Lt. Commander Bren?" Jovis said and Bren flinched almost unnoticable.
"Yes, Sir?" He turned to Jovis. Something was wrong, the expression on Jovis' face...
"You are hereby arrested for treason. Your game is up!"
Bren's surprise turned into an evil grin.
"I see; I take it we're not going to a naval base, then? But that won't help you much.
You're too late. Your precious Grand Admiral will be dead by now and even is he isn't -
you don't think Zaarin is still in the Orias-system if this is where you're heading,
do you, Jovis?"
"On the contrary, Bren," Captain Parck said with barely controlled anger as he stepped
at Jovis' side. "The "Shamus" will be there. Zaarin is far too self-confident.
I'm convinced he even now laughs up his sleeve at the thought that we are not able to
find him although he's been at the same place all the time.
Let him laugh... as long as he's able to."
Parck nodded to the stormtroopers and they led the traitor away.
The Captain straightened his back and went to the viewport.
He wished he was that confident in Zaarin's whereabouts as he had just told Bren.
All this waiting teared at his nerves. He wondered if he had any left.
Zaarin sat down on the co-pilot's seat and strapped on.
"Alright, Lieutenant, let's go!" he told the pilot and soon afterwards, they took off.
After the shuttle had left the hangar he cast a last look at the frigate.
He'd be back in a few days. Thrawn had to wait.
Zaarin smiled grimly while he thought of the Grand Admiral, who probably was being
treated in sickbay this moment.
The medics would patch him together. At least they'd prevent him from dieing.
Zaarin was sure the immense pain Thrawn had to endure was enough to make him bend to Zaarin's
will, ultimately.
Maybe very soon.
He laughed out loud and turned his thoughts to other important things - the further weakening
of the Imperial Navy for emample...
TBC...
And again we're at the end of a chapter!
Bren is out of the way,
Parck finally jumped to Orias,
but what about Zaarin?
This will be revealed...
later!
And as always:
Hope you liked it! (LET ME KNOW!!!)
caius julius
I got through this chapter sooner than I thought - the sooner the better.
A 'Thank You!' to everybody who is still with me.
(At least one is, eh SilverWolf?)
So, this one is for my most frequent reviewer. I was glad you liked the
preview. I managed to put all parts into this chapter.
They should fit in just fine (or so I hope).
Alright, let's get on with the show!!!
DISCLAIMER:
Sadly, I do not get money for this.
I didn't try it on animals.
Oh, and of course, I'm not the inventor of Star Wars - as if you didn't know...
INTO ENEMY HANDS
From: caius julius
Chapter 7: The Mission Begins
Thrawn had lost any sense of time. Had it been hours since the last torture?
Or even days? Maybe just minutes... He couldn't tell.
Pain, exhaustion and the uncernity about what had happened in the meantime had
clearly left their marks on him.
He knew he needed rest badly, but everytime he closed his eyes to get some sort of
sleep, the same cruel scenes were playing inside his head. He heard himself scream,
saw the droids as they cut into his flesh...
He immediately opened his eyes again and dismissed any thoughts of sleep.
But still, there was this roar in his ears, he heard the sound of the saw blade all over
again and the bright light ached in his eyes.
Zaarin stepped into the interrogation chamber, a cold smile on his lips.
Everything was still as he had left it. Thrawn's blood, which covered a not too minor
part of the floor, was dry by now. Its metallic scent still hung in the air.
The Grand Admiral himself lay bound tightly on the desk and groaned faintly.
Slowly, Zaarin approached his prisoner. Once he was standing next to him
he watched him closely and with great interest. Blood seemed to leak out through the
bandages, older injuries had produced inflammations - painful ones, Zaarin hoped.
He was completely alone with the prisoner and the thought of it stimulated him immensely.
Even more so, since Thrawn lay helplessly at his mercy in front of him.
What a temptation.
No medic to tell him to stop, no droids to do the dirty work. Only him.
He let his hand sofly glide dowm Thranw's leg to the point where the bandage dyed red.
Smiling cruelly at Thrawn, he pressed his fingers agains the wound.
Thrawn groaned painfully.
"Does it hurt?" Zaarin asked sardonicly and pressed even harder.
When he pulled his hand back he felt warm red blood on his fingers and wiped it off
on Thrawn's already blood-stained trousers.
"I really should talk to the medics."
He laughed and took out a datapad. After pressing a few keys he held it in front of
Thrawn's eyes.
"Read this; it's from our friend, Lt. Commander Bren."
Reluctantly, Thrawn directed his gaze towards the screen.
Bren reported the Captain - Parck - had reacted to Zaarin's package completely puzzled
and surprised. Parck had immediately ordered an emergency-conference.
He had even contacted High Command. According to Bren, Parck told him he counted on
HC to call them back within the next days. Probably to a naval base near the Core.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Zaarin asked with exaggerated politeness.
"It seems all your efforts have been in vain. Your Captain has no idea where we are.
He won't come to rescue you, or to finish me off."
He waited a few seconds and smiled amused as Thrawn vainly tried to hide his horror.
"I am the winner." Zaarin said simply.
He pulled a knife from his belt.
"Unfortunately, I have to leave the "Shamus" for a while - some matters need my immedtiate
attention, you see. But I leave you a parting gift."
He held the knife to Thrawn's face and sliced a lond cut crossways his right cheek.
Thrawn didn't move a muscle as blood went down his face.
Amused, Zaarin put the knife on under Thrawn's chin and let it slowly and dangerously
glide down his throat and chest, every now and then cutting into his flesh not too deeply.
He stopped at the bandage over Thrawn's stomach.
Sadisdicly, he grinned at his prisoner, who stared contemptuously at the ceiling.
Zaarin positioned the knife to a certain place on the bandage and carefully let it glide
into the stomach.
Thrawn's eyes widened as the sharp pain ached through his body.
"Don't worry," Zaarin said with a soft voice. "this won't kill you. I had enough chances
to fathom your anatomy during the last days. It will hurt a lot, though - that's what it
is ment for, you know; to keep you occupied while I'm gone."
He activated his commlink. "Sickbay, I need a medic-team with a stretcher at the interrogation
chamber. It's urgend."
"Understood, Admiral."
Once more, Zaarin smiled at Thrawn and pulled the knife out of the wound. The bandage dyed even
redder. Thrawn couldn't hide the pain from his face any more; he panted and coughed.
After the last torture he was sure it couln't get any worse - well, Zaarin had proved him wrong.
A small thread of blood went out of his mouth.
Minutes later the medics arrived. They opend Thrawn's binders and lifted him onto the stretcher.
"Sergeant," Zaarin addressed one of the medics. "I want you to give the prisoner as least
sedative as possible. Just make sure he survives."
The medic nodded. "Yes, Sir!" After that they carried Thrawn out of the room.
He didn't notice any of it. Soon after Zaarin had pulled out the knfe he had lost conciousness
and drifted towards sweet darkness.
Voss Parck stared out to the stars - he did that a lot lately.
Four days - High Command had waited four whole days until they finally had ordered
them back. An eternity.
The Captain slightly shook his head. He could only hope the "Shamus" was still in the
Orias-System. If not... he didn't dare to think of that.
A part of him desperately wanted to believe Thrawn was still alive, but he knew the
chances were very low. If only he had watched his officers closer, if only he had
ordered that every shuttle launch was to be reported to him first, if only...
He grimaced and burried his face in one hand. No, this didn't gain him anything.
He had to keep his mind together. He had to wait and see if Zaarin indeed was in the
Orias-System.
Shaking his head again he slowly breathed out. Only then he turned to his first officer
standing a few steps behind him.
"Commander, prepare to go to lightspeed!"
Jovis gave him a grim smile. "Yes, Sir!"
Minutes later the huge ship jumped.
Bren smiled satisfied. That was it. Zaarin's plan had been successful.
What a luck this comm-officer had asked him - Bren - about the message. He had known
immediately that it was from Thrawn. Zaarin had pointed out there might be one.
It seemed Thrawn had caused enough trouble on Zaarin's frigate to send a message
to his flagship - or so Zaarin had tought. And it proved to be correct.
Such a pity this fool Pack never knew what had happened.
Now that Thrawn was gone - Bren was sure Zaarin had executed him by now - and with
men like Parck: what was there to stop the mighty Grand Admiral Zaarin from
overthrowing Palpatine and building his own Empire?
Nothing.
He didn't notice as Commander Jovis and two stormtroopers came nearer.
"Lt. Commander Bren?" Jovis said and Bren flinched almost unnoticable.
"Yes, Sir?" He turned to Jovis. Something was wrong, the expression on Jovis' face...
"You are hereby arrested for treason. Your game is up!"
Bren's surprise turned into an evil grin.
"I see; I take it we're not going to a naval base, then? But that won't help you much.
You're too late. Your precious Grand Admiral will be dead by now and even is he isn't -
you don't think Zaarin is still in the Orias-system if this is where you're heading,
do you, Jovis?"
"On the contrary, Bren," Captain Parck said with barely controlled anger as he stepped
at Jovis' side. "The "Shamus" will be there. Zaarin is far too self-confident.
I'm convinced he even now laughs up his sleeve at the thought that we are not able to
find him although he's been at the same place all the time.
Let him laugh... as long as he's able to."
Parck nodded to the stormtroopers and they led the traitor away.
The Captain straightened his back and went to the viewport.
He wished he was that confident in Zaarin's whereabouts as he had just told Bren.
All this waiting teared at his nerves. He wondered if he had any left.
Zaarin sat down on the co-pilot's seat and strapped on.
"Alright, Lieutenant, let's go!" he told the pilot and soon afterwards, they took off.
After the shuttle had left the hangar he cast a last look at the frigate.
He'd be back in a few days. Thrawn had to wait.
Zaarin smiled grimly while he thought of the Grand Admiral, who probably was being
treated in sickbay this moment.
The medics would patch him together. At least they'd prevent him from dieing.
Zaarin was sure the immense pain Thrawn had to endure was enough to make him bend to Zaarin's
will, ultimately.
Maybe very soon.
He laughed out loud and turned his thoughts to other important things - the further weakening
of the Imperial Navy for emample...
TBC...
And again we're at the end of a chapter!
Bren is out of the way,
Parck finally jumped to Orias,
but what about Zaarin?
This will be revealed...
later!
And as always:
Hope you liked it! (LET ME KNOW!!!)
caius julius