All you wonderful readers, I love you guys. *sniff* :D I'll give you one
more chapter before the weekend.
BlueElli - I hope this was soon enough for you. ; )
Jacen200015 - Thanks. : )
Liyanette - Why wouldn't I mention you? And thank you again. : D I am writing as fast as I can. ; )
JediKnightBalthasar - Cliffies? Here? Hmm, wait until you read the sequel. I think you're gonna kill me. Those are more evil than this one. ] : ) And in answer to your questions, not in this chap but the following you will find out more about Fiza and Harenti. ] : )
Now, without further ado..
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Qui-Gon accessed the panel that opened to let him out of the hidden compartment. He waited until he could tell she was far enough away as not to notice his emergence. Briskly he made his way out of the vessel to follow her. Qui-Gon was their contingency plan. If MiraCyn could not manage to get Xichu and LaMinott here before Antina left, he would be there to trail her. Fortunately, he noticed the girl just ahead in the path of the pilot. He was marginally impressed by her ability to draw the Force in to disguise her appearance. It was something that all initiates were taught but rarely ever used. He lingered in the crowd to observe the exchange between the women. Once Antina departed, he pushed his way through the bodies in order to verify that the transmitter had been placed. As he approached, he called in a haggard voice, "So, is it done?"
"Yes, Master Qui-Gon." MiraCyn answered, and then glanced back at Xichu shyly. Her eyes quietly requested to be placed back down on the ground. Xichu had picked the girl up to give a convincing performance to the pilot that they were related. But as the tall Master appeared, she realized their momentary joy was misplaced. Yes, they had placed the tag but the students were not yet safe. That's when she realized, she should be able to reach her sister, now that they were close. "Master Qui-Gon?"
"Yes, Mira?"
"If we can go somewhere that I can meditate I can try and reach Mys." She advised. His sapphire eyes lighted at the possibility of her rekindling her connection. Maybe he could get a clearer report on his Padawan's condition. Even though the light brush he felt when first running into the woman gave him hope, he could also sense the desperation behind it. He nodded and turned to seek out a location so that the attempt could be made. The others followed his lead.
*****
His body was too weak and ill to offer any kind of resistance. Honestly, he could care less. Obi-Wan hoped that when he was in the lab he could finally get some rest. His body had been completely taxed and he knew that only the darkness of sleep could offer any solace. Dragging the boy through the halls, Fiza finally reached their destination. The room looked like almost any other medical ward, and it made Obi-Wan cringe involuntarily. No matter how ill, how much pain he was in, he still despised having to visit the healers. There was an examination table in the middle and some cabinets along the wall. The main difference in this room that made it different from other clinics was a chain that extended from the back wall. Fiza callously tossed Obi-Wan toward the wall with the chain. He pulled binders from somewhere Obi-Wan did not see. The man roughly pulled the boys arms behind him and slapped the cuffs on, tightening them until they pinched his wrists. "Maybe we can play later." Fiza teased. The man stood and departed.
The guard headed through the halls and met up with his cohort near the entrance. "Take them to the fields and inform me when Antina gets back. I'll be busy with my initial experiments and would like not to be disturbed unless it's important. I'll take the girl to administer her medicine. Then I'll send her out to you." Fiza accepted the instructions and gathered the children. Harenti pulled MysAri along with him towards the lab. When they entered she had to stifle the gasp that wanted to escape her. She instantly recognized the crumpled form in the back of the room, although he barely resembled the vibrant, defiant, older Padawan she had seen in the beginning of this disaster. Positioned on his side, his hands were bound behind him. He was deathly pale, and his skin glistened from fever. His young face appeared drawn and so much older than it should. She could also see the slight trembling that would not let his weary muscles rest. His milky visage blended easily into the bleached surroundings, except for the contrasting purples and yellows from painful bruises. The ugly abrasions made that much more brilliant in colour compared to the snowy skin. His eyes were scarcely opened, revealing the murky oceans underneath. Slowly, she tried to inch closer to further assess the damage.
***
Antina had acquired a swoop from a local rental shop. She sped across the open landscape in haste to end her contract. As she drew near, she could see the group of students dispersed in the tillage. Slowing the speeder, she came upon Fiza's hutch. Her gaze quickly scanned the acreage and noticed that two were missing. I can only hope they are still alive. These people can be cruel. I pray this is my last conversation with them. She called to the hovering watchman, "I'm back, where's Serrine?"
"She's no longer in charge. You will speak with Harenti. I will advise him of your arrival. Wait for him to come to you." He instructed and turned to activate his communicator. Antina spurred on her bike and headed toward the compound. This is not good. Something must have happened. But what?
***
Harenti had rummaged through the drawers to locate the drug they had been utilizing to dull MysAri's sense. He had just finished prepping the hypo spray when his communicator beeped. "Yes," he said impatiently.
"She's back. I think you should speak with her privately." Fiza intoned dully. Harenti glanced at the girl who seemed to be staring at the ailing boy. He figured that there would be no harm in leaving her here for a few minutes until he finished talking with Antina.
"I'll be there in a minute." He turned and started for the girl. "You stay here or you'll be punished. Got that?" She nodded at him slowly. The assistant, who was now the commander, quickly left. MysAri watched his retreating form until the door closed behind him. Without a second thought she darted to the boy's side.
Now closer than she had been, she could tell his condition was far worse than she first speculated. Starvation, dehydration, emotional turmoil and pain poured from the body. She almost flinched from the waves of anguish that rolled off the form. She could hear his ragged breath now. Abruptly, she reached for something on the interior of her boot. Retrieving a thin pouch, she knelt down beside Obi-Wan.
"Tschüxani?" She whispered. He remained still except for the fact his eyelids fluttered. Realizing, what she said, she admonished herself. Instead she breathed, "Obi-Wan?" At this his head tilted ever so slightly toward her. She could barely breathe as she looked over his beaten body. Her heart clenched at the site and she bit back tears. "Here, it's all I can offer." MysAri pulled a cap from the bag and placed the end on his lips. To Obi-Wan's surprise, he tasted the refreshing elixir known as water. Greedily, he moved to accept all his mouth could handle, but the small sack was swiftly drained. His eyes pleaded with her for more, and she let a tear trace down her cheek. "I don't have anymore. I don't know what else I can do to help you." Sniffling, she rested a hand on his arm, before hastily withdrawing it. He moaned softly at the light touch and she could sense the pain the tender contact caused. "Oh, Tschüxani, what have they done to you?" His eyes clouded in confusion. Closing her eyes to rid her mind of the wretched image before her she mentally cried out with all her might, {Mira, Please hear me!!}
BlueElli - I hope this was soon enough for you. ; )
Jacen200015 - Thanks. : )
Liyanette - Why wouldn't I mention you? And thank you again. : D I am writing as fast as I can. ; )
JediKnightBalthasar - Cliffies? Here? Hmm, wait until you read the sequel. I think you're gonna kill me. Those are more evil than this one. ] : ) And in answer to your questions, not in this chap but the following you will find out more about Fiza and Harenti. ] : )
Now, without further ado..
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------
Qui-Gon accessed the panel that opened to let him out of the hidden compartment. He waited until he could tell she was far enough away as not to notice his emergence. Briskly he made his way out of the vessel to follow her. Qui-Gon was their contingency plan. If MiraCyn could not manage to get Xichu and LaMinott here before Antina left, he would be there to trail her. Fortunately, he noticed the girl just ahead in the path of the pilot. He was marginally impressed by her ability to draw the Force in to disguise her appearance. It was something that all initiates were taught but rarely ever used. He lingered in the crowd to observe the exchange between the women. Once Antina departed, he pushed his way through the bodies in order to verify that the transmitter had been placed. As he approached, he called in a haggard voice, "So, is it done?"
"Yes, Master Qui-Gon." MiraCyn answered, and then glanced back at Xichu shyly. Her eyes quietly requested to be placed back down on the ground. Xichu had picked the girl up to give a convincing performance to the pilot that they were related. But as the tall Master appeared, she realized their momentary joy was misplaced. Yes, they had placed the tag but the students were not yet safe. That's when she realized, she should be able to reach her sister, now that they were close. "Master Qui-Gon?"
"Yes, Mira?"
"If we can go somewhere that I can meditate I can try and reach Mys." She advised. His sapphire eyes lighted at the possibility of her rekindling her connection. Maybe he could get a clearer report on his Padawan's condition. Even though the light brush he felt when first running into the woman gave him hope, he could also sense the desperation behind it. He nodded and turned to seek out a location so that the attempt could be made. The others followed his lead.
*****
His body was too weak and ill to offer any kind of resistance. Honestly, he could care less. Obi-Wan hoped that when he was in the lab he could finally get some rest. His body had been completely taxed and he knew that only the darkness of sleep could offer any solace. Dragging the boy through the halls, Fiza finally reached their destination. The room looked like almost any other medical ward, and it made Obi-Wan cringe involuntarily. No matter how ill, how much pain he was in, he still despised having to visit the healers. There was an examination table in the middle and some cabinets along the wall. The main difference in this room that made it different from other clinics was a chain that extended from the back wall. Fiza callously tossed Obi-Wan toward the wall with the chain. He pulled binders from somewhere Obi-Wan did not see. The man roughly pulled the boys arms behind him and slapped the cuffs on, tightening them until they pinched his wrists. "Maybe we can play later." Fiza teased. The man stood and departed.
The guard headed through the halls and met up with his cohort near the entrance. "Take them to the fields and inform me when Antina gets back. I'll be busy with my initial experiments and would like not to be disturbed unless it's important. I'll take the girl to administer her medicine. Then I'll send her out to you." Fiza accepted the instructions and gathered the children. Harenti pulled MysAri along with him towards the lab. When they entered she had to stifle the gasp that wanted to escape her. She instantly recognized the crumpled form in the back of the room, although he barely resembled the vibrant, defiant, older Padawan she had seen in the beginning of this disaster. Positioned on his side, his hands were bound behind him. He was deathly pale, and his skin glistened from fever. His young face appeared drawn and so much older than it should. She could also see the slight trembling that would not let his weary muscles rest. His milky visage blended easily into the bleached surroundings, except for the contrasting purples and yellows from painful bruises. The ugly abrasions made that much more brilliant in colour compared to the snowy skin. His eyes were scarcely opened, revealing the murky oceans underneath. Slowly, she tried to inch closer to further assess the damage.
***
Antina had acquired a swoop from a local rental shop. She sped across the open landscape in haste to end her contract. As she drew near, she could see the group of students dispersed in the tillage. Slowing the speeder, she came upon Fiza's hutch. Her gaze quickly scanned the acreage and noticed that two were missing. I can only hope they are still alive. These people can be cruel. I pray this is my last conversation with them. She called to the hovering watchman, "I'm back, where's Serrine?"
"She's no longer in charge. You will speak with Harenti. I will advise him of your arrival. Wait for him to come to you." He instructed and turned to activate his communicator. Antina spurred on her bike and headed toward the compound. This is not good. Something must have happened. But what?
***
Harenti had rummaged through the drawers to locate the drug they had been utilizing to dull MysAri's sense. He had just finished prepping the hypo spray when his communicator beeped. "Yes," he said impatiently.
"She's back. I think you should speak with her privately." Fiza intoned dully. Harenti glanced at the girl who seemed to be staring at the ailing boy. He figured that there would be no harm in leaving her here for a few minutes until he finished talking with Antina.
"I'll be there in a minute." He turned and started for the girl. "You stay here or you'll be punished. Got that?" She nodded at him slowly. The assistant, who was now the commander, quickly left. MysAri watched his retreating form until the door closed behind him. Without a second thought she darted to the boy's side.
Now closer than she had been, she could tell his condition was far worse than she first speculated. Starvation, dehydration, emotional turmoil and pain poured from the body. She almost flinched from the waves of anguish that rolled off the form. She could hear his ragged breath now. Abruptly, she reached for something on the interior of her boot. Retrieving a thin pouch, she knelt down beside Obi-Wan.
"Tschüxani?" She whispered. He remained still except for the fact his eyelids fluttered. Realizing, what she said, she admonished herself. Instead she breathed, "Obi-Wan?" At this his head tilted ever so slightly toward her. She could barely breathe as she looked over his beaten body. Her heart clenched at the site and she bit back tears. "Here, it's all I can offer." MysAri pulled a cap from the bag and placed the end on his lips. To Obi-Wan's surprise, he tasted the refreshing elixir known as water. Greedily, he moved to accept all his mouth could handle, but the small sack was swiftly drained. His eyes pleaded with her for more, and she let a tear trace down her cheek. "I don't have anymore. I don't know what else I can do to help you." Sniffling, she rested a hand on his arm, before hastily withdrawing it. He moaned softly at the light touch and she could sense the pain the tender contact caused. "Oh, Tschüxani, what have they done to you?" His eyes clouded in confusion. Closing her eyes to rid her mind of the wretched image before her she mentally cried out with all her might, {Mira, Please hear me!!}