Warning: A bit of a suggestive and dark chapter this one, so I really
recommend parental guidance.. It isn't anything *too* bad but it's
definitely suggestive and dark :|.
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An Admiral's Tale - Chapter Six
Unwelcome visitors
I stayed still, kneeling in my cell as I glared down looking at my bound hands. Their was no way I was going to escape the cuffs, so I sat still and let my mind wander. Was Dustil *that* angry at me that he had to beat me up? If he was anyone else, I would have put my blaster to their head and let rip. I wouldn't have let go of one shot, but two, maybe three. Anything that would sate the anger inside of my huge, hungry heart.
The room was bleak and hexagonal shaped. I was used to these type of rooms, I am a career soldier and I saw rooms like this everyday onboard star cruisers. I lay down quietly and drifted off into a sleep.
***
I dreamt of times that I can only say were a long time ago.. Perhaps.. Seven, eight.. Maybe nine years ago.
***
"Leuitenant Onasi." I turned my head to face my mentor, Saul. "Good luck out there, the Mandalorian's are a tough type, but not that you needed to be reminded of that." He flashed me a grin, a warm grin you see on those you trust.
"Thankyou, sir." I replied to him, I saluted stiffly and climbed into the cockpit of the star-fighter. I reached down for my helmet and slid it onto my head and started to fire the star-fighter up. I placed the cockpit cover around me, locking it in place. I looked to my right. To my right was an Ensign, if I remember correctly, his name was Ensign Yotoshi, or was it Yatashi?
Anyway, the ensign saluted me. I saluted back, I looked to my left. It was Leuitenant Marty. He was the Wing Commander of Wing Zeta, our wing. I saluted him, and he saluted me. I started to hit the right switches and buttons to get the engines of my star-fighter on a roll. In synchronization, we all rolled out of the docking bay.
We were on a mission to escort a transport that was carrying prisoners of war. They had all been rescued recently and their was a vicious fight that ensued, apparently Revan and Malak decided they were important.
After a while of travelling in deep space the silence was broken. "Geeze. That Revan is one crazy kook." I heard Ensign Yotoshi say over the communications, Marty kept on flying towards the transports.
"These guys know many secrets of the Republic, they say they know a lot about ancient artifacts.. Materials.. Ancient races, they are scientists mostly but if the Mandalorians were to get their hands on this stuff.. Their's no telling how the war would pan out even with the two best Jedi's on our side. Many brave pilots died trying to free these guys and gals." My Wing Commander explained to the young Ensign.
"You don't get what I mean.. Revan and Malak are leaving a planet wide open for attack, and it *is* being attacked.. Why sacrifice those lives just for these old fools?" Ensign Yotoshi protested.
"For the greater good of the galaxy!" I replied a bit heated by the conversation, "If we didn't leave Alderaan open for attack then the Mandalorians would gain these artifacts and the scientists knowledge, we can't let that happen! At least this way the eventual body count is kept down.." I drifted off, innocent people were dying on Alderaan but I was right, if these artifacts were dangerous then we had to save the rest of the galaxy.
"What if you were leaving Telos open for attack? Would you do it if you had Revan's commanding power?" Ensign Yotoshi shot at me, it was a cold question. One I knew would contradict my previous statement.
"No.. I couldn't..." My own voice said defeatedly to Yotoshi.
"Look, we have wives.. Kids.. At least I know you two do.. I have a fiancee and.. I'm damned if I'd ever do such a thing!" He yelled back, a bit upset by the conversation.
"It's war Yotoshi.. It's war.. Innocents die.. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made but if I was in his position... Revan's position, I would never do such a thing... Especially if it was Telos-" I was interrupted by Marty.
"Quit arguing you two. Besides, how do you know Revan is a guy? Have you ever met him?" Wing Commander Marty said, lightening the dull travel to the transports up.
"No.." Came Yotoshi's answer, I decided to have a crack at my own wisdom.
"No. But I doubt he's a girl either, girl's are only good for keepin' ya warm and havin' babies." I said chauvinistically. Wing Commander Marty just tutted at me and laughed. "Besides. Have you ever heard of females having skill? Hah, a female with a lightsabre, that would make me laugh.. If Revan was a female I'd say something like "Hey gorgeous.. Drop that lightsabre, come touch a *REAL* lightsabre"" I said, I couldn't believe how self centred I was back then, I was laughing at my own joke.
"If she was female, she'd probably slice your head off. It's amazing Morgana ever married you.. You have like zero charm.. Bah.. Pilots.. Don't worry, it'll develop with age Onasi." Marty told me, I just flashed him a grin since we were flying in a tight formation.
"Besides, I have a lot of charm. I was just kidding around, did I ever tell you about the time with my first girlfriend?" I asked them. I remember hearing laughter from Yotoshi.
"Yeah.. I bet you sure did charm her, you're the type that's a virgin when you get married.. Besides, even if it did get that close I bet you ran home and whacked off. Hehe.. Wuss. By the way, was her name Morgana?" Yotoshi taunted at me, a glint in his eye. I laughed at the time, the guy had guts.
"Bah.. Dirty conversation, cut it out. We're ontop of that transport now." Marty interrupted.
"I'll get you back, Yotoshi" I said laughing. "I swear it. Heh."
***
Suddenly, I had to mature.. Fast. Every thirty-something guy had to have the kid in him, but this was unexpected.. The next dream was all but 15 minutes after the previous one.
***
"Sir! Help!" I heard Yotoshi screaming. The convoy had been ambushed and we were outnumbered ten to three. "Their's one on my six!"
"Tell *that* Revan that his plans have MESSED up big time, we've been ambushed. WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS." Marty yelled back to Heinder, the great star cruiser.
"Hold on Yotoshi.. I gotcha!" I communicated to him as I got on the tail of the Mandalorian fighter, we weaved through the space and up and over the transport, I got a lock on and fired my blaster cannons. It was a direct hit. The Mandalorian ship exploded. Twisted metal and shrapnel expanded to litter the galaxy.
"Thanks Sir!" I heard him communicate, their were nine left now.
"Onasi.. LOOK. They aren't looking to disable the transport, they're looking to destroy it.. All fighters.. Protect that transport at all costs!" Marty ordered us, I formed on his wing and stuck to a tight formation as we blasted two more Mandalorian fighters from history.
"Negative Zeta Wing. Beta Wing is busy with other operations at the moment, reinforcements will not be able to get to your position in time." Saul informed us.
"Damn you Saul!" I heard Marty yell over his commuicator as things got even more heated and the furstration was embedded in us deeply.
"Just get that transport back here and the Heinder will sort it out with our blaster cannons." Saul replied, "Calm down pilots.." He trailed off.
We fought our skins out that day, we managed to single it down to one fighter and what happened then would change me.. Forever.
"Bah.. Help. He's on my six" I heard Marty say calmly, he had been in this situation more times than I could remember.
"I'm on it." I said to him. I had the Mandalorian in my sights. I was about to shoot.
"SHIT! A missile.. I can't avoid it.. I-" Marty was dead. His ship exploded around him filling the space and stars with needless star-fighter dust yet again.
Another family. Another wife left without a husband, another child.. Left without a father. A family torn apart by one destructive missile.
"NO!" I screamed, it couldn't have been happening, it couldn't have. At the time I wished it was a dream, but it wasn't a dream. This was real.
"Down you go!" I screamed in vengeance to the last Mandalorian ship. It was finally over..
***
After that I became the Wing Commander of Zeta Wing. I had a lot of respect for Marty.. My next dream occured around two years down the line from this.. Just after Morgana died.
***
I was hitting the Sith officer as hard as I could. Breaking a sweat. Torturing him. I gave him punch after punch into the stomach. He was winded and coughing badly. I'd already broken several of his ribs with my bare fists. This was a special agreement I had with some of my "contacts" inside the Republican Intelligence Unit, they respected me. I was a Commander by this time and they knew that I lost my family when the Sith attacked Telos.
They informed me that they captured one of the officers that was involved in the attack on Telos. The R.I.U. told me that they had retrieved all information that was possible from the officer and they didn't mind if I used some of my more.. "Gentle persuasion techniques" on him. Oh, how I happily obliged. Heh. Cracking his skull open after a few hours would suffice fine. Of course, they assured me that if I bludgeoned him to death they would not report me to the higher authority of the Republic.
My knuckles were raw and bleeding from beating the Sith officer up. Sure, he wasn't Saul, but he would do for now. He was coughing up blood uncontrollably and was on the ground almost lifeless. I kicked him firmly in the stomach "YOU BASTARD!!" I screamed at him wildly, "YOU DON'T EVEN THINK TWICE ABOUT ATTACKING DEFENSELESS PLANETS AND PEOPLE.. HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF HUMAN HUH?" I screamed at him, the Sith officer lay on the floor. He begged me for mercy.
"When those innocent Telosians begged for mercy from your WRATH I didn't see YOU handing them any, why should I?" I asked him, the Sith officer started to weep softly, he was on his knees begging me like I was some kind of God.
"I was just doing what Malak told me to do... I'm just a soldier... Please don't hurt me anymore..." He begged me in an inaudible whisper, his crying was becoming hysterical, but it didnt stop me. I kneed him in the ribs and heard another one of his ribs crack under the force. I grinned in satisfaction as the sound echoed across the room and the Sith officer grunted in pain.
"That was for calling yourself a SOLDIER when you're NOTHING but a monster." I told him. I then roundhouse kicked him across the face, the force of the kick made him land on the floor with a thud. "THAT was for my beautiful WIFE." I lay beside him and helped him to sit up, he was dazed. I wrapped my whole arm around his neck "And this.." I said as I tightened my whole arm around his throat "Will be painless.. Even though you deserve more.. This is for my.. My.." My voice cracked in sadness "My innocent son." I will never forget the look on the young mans face. His eyes pleaded with me as I snapped his neck with my arm. He fell silently onto the floor.
I sat on my knees staring at him for a while, before brushing my hands over his eyelids, closing them.
The two R.I.U. officers in the room were trembling at what I had just done.
I walked out the room, without a trace of guilt...
***
I guess I had the darkness and evil streak in me back then, Morgana's death was the start of a long downhill roll. I'd gladly repeat that incident today.. To anyone, Sith or Republican. I don't care, Dustil and Revan are the only things I cared for.. I don't even care for myself.
***
I woke up with a ferocious headache. That's when I heard a females voice outside my cell, someone had come to bail me out. The door to my holding cell opened and I lifted my head. I laughed manically.
"An unwelcome visitor..."
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Aroseb: Dustil haters must unite! hehe.
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An Admiral's Tale - Chapter Six
Unwelcome visitors
I stayed still, kneeling in my cell as I glared down looking at my bound hands. Their was no way I was going to escape the cuffs, so I sat still and let my mind wander. Was Dustil *that* angry at me that he had to beat me up? If he was anyone else, I would have put my blaster to their head and let rip. I wouldn't have let go of one shot, but two, maybe three. Anything that would sate the anger inside of my huge, hungry heart.
The room was bleak and hexagonal shaped. I was used to these type of rooms, I am a career soldier and I saw rooms like this everyday onboard star cruisers. I lay down quietly and drifted off into a sleep.
***
I dreamt of times that I can only say were a long time ago.. Perhaps.. Seven, eight.. Maybe nine years ago.
***
"Leuitenant Onasi." I turned my head to face my mentor, Saul. "Good luck out there, the Mandalorian's are a tough type, but not that you needed to be reminded of that." He flashed me a grin, a warm grin you see on those you trust.
"Thankyou, sir." I replied to him, I saluted stiffly and climbed into the cockpit of the star-fighter. I reached down for my helmet and slid it onto my head and started to fire the star-fighter up. I placed the cockpit cover around me, locking it in place. I looked to my right. To my right was an Ensign, if I remember correctly, his name was Ensign Yotoshi, or was it Yatashi?
Anyway, the ensign saluted me. I saluted back, I looked to my left. It was Leuitenant Marty. He was the Wing Commander of Wing Zeta, our wing. I saluted him, and he saluted me. I started to hit the right switches and buttons to get the engines of my star-fighter on a roll. In synchronization, we all rolled out of the docking bay.
We were on a mission to escort a transport that was carrying prisoners of war. They had all been rescued recently and their was a vicious fight that ensued, apparently Revan and Malak decided they were important.
After a while of travelling in deep space the silence was broken. "Geeze. That Revan is one crazy kook." I heard Ensign Yotoshi say over the communications, Marty kept on flying towards the transports.
"These guys know many secrets of the Republic, they say they know a lot about ancient artifacts.. Materials.. Ancient races, they are scientists mostly but if the Mandalorians were to get their hands on this stuff.. Their's no telling how the war would pan out even with the two best Jedi's on our side. Many brave pilots died trying to free these guys and gals." My Wing Commander explained to the young Ensign.
"You don't get what I mean.. Revan and Malak are leaving a planet wide open for attack, and it *is* being attacked.. Why sacrifice those lives just for these old fools?" Ensign Yotoshi protested.
"For the greater good of the galaxy!" I replied a bit heated by the conversation, "If we didn't leave Alderaan open for attack then the Mandalorians would gain these artifacts and the scientists knowledge, we can't let that happen! At least this way the eventual body count is kept down.." I drifted off, innocent people were dying on Alderaan but I was right, if these artifacts were dangerous then we had to save the rest of the galaxy.
"What if you were leaving Telos open for attack? Would you do it if you had Revan's commanding power?" Ensign Yotoshi shot at me, it was a cold question. One I knew would contradict my previous statement.
"No.. I couldn't..." My own voice said defeatedly to Yotoshi.
"Look, we have wives.. Kids.. At least I know you two do.. I have a fiancee and.. I'm damned if I'd ever do such a thing!" He yelled back, a bit upset by the conversation.
"It's war Yotoshi.. It's war.. Innocents die.. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made but if I was in his position... Revan's position, I would never do such a thing... Especially if it was Telos-" I was interrupted by Marty.
"Quit arguing you two. Besides, how do you know Revan is a guy? Have you ever met him?" Wing Commander Marty said, lightening the dull travel to the transports up.
"No.." Came Yotoshi's answer, I decided to have a crack at my own wisdom.
"No. But I doubt he's a girl either, girl's are only good for keepin' ya warm and havin' babies." I said chauvinistically. Wing Commander Marty just tutted at me and laughed. "Besides. Have you ever heard of females having skill? Hah, a female with a lightsabre, that would make me laugh.. If Revan was a female I'd say something like "Hey gorgeous.. Drop that lightsabre, come touch a *REAL* lightsabre"" I said, I couldn't believe how self centred I was back then, I was laughing at my own joke.
"If she was female, she'd probably slice your head off. It's amazing Morgana ever married you.. You have like zero charm.. Bah.. Pilots.. Don't worry, it'll develop with age Onasi." Marty told me, I just flashed him a grin since we were flying in a tight formation.
"Besides, I have a lot of charm. I was just kidding around, did I ever tell you about the time with my first girlfriend?" I asked them. I remember hearing laughter from Yotoshi.
"Yeah.. I bet you sure did charm her, you're the type that's a virgin when you get married.. Besides, even if it did get that close I bet you ran home and whacked off. Hehe.. Wuss. By the way, was her name Morgana?" Yotoshi taunted at me, a glint in his eye. I laughed at the time, the guy had guts.
"Bah.. Dirty conversation, cut it out. We're ontop of that transport now." Marty interrupted.
"I'll get you back, Yotoshi" I said laughing. "I swear it. Heh."
***
Suddenly, I had to mature.. Fast. Every thirty-something guy had to have the kid in him, but this was unexpected.. The next dream was all but 15 minutes after the previous one.
***
"Sir! Help!" I heard Yotoshi screaming. The convoy had been ambushed and we were outnumbered ten to three. "Their's one on my six!"
"Tell *that* Revan that his plans have MESSED up big time, we've been ambushed. WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS." Marty yelled back to Heinder, the great star cruiser.
"Hold on Yotoshi.. I gotcha!" I communicated to him as I got on the tail of the Mandalorian fighter, we weaved through the space and up and over the transport, I got a lock on and fired my blaster cannons. It was a direct hit. The Mandalorian ship exploded. Twisted metal and shrapnel expanded to litter the galaxy.
"Thanks Sir!" I heard him communicate, their were nine left now.
"Onasi.. LOOK. They aren't looking to disable the transport, they're looking to destroy it.. All fighters.. Protect that transport at all costs!" Marty ordered us, I formed on his wing and stuck to a tight formation as we blasted two more Mandalorian fighters from history.
"Negative Zeta Wing. Beta Wing is busy with other operations at the moment, reinforcements will not be able to get to your position in time." Saul informed us.
"Damn you Saul!" I heard Marty yell over his commuicator as things got even more heated and the furstration was embedded in us deeply.
"Just get that transport back here and the Heinder will sort it out with our blaster cannons." Saul replied, "Calm down pilots.." He trailed off.
We fought our skins out that day, we managed to single it down to one fighter and what happened then would change me.. Forever.
"Bah.. Help. He's on my six" I heard Marty say calmly, he had been in this situation more times than I could remember.
"I'm on it." I said to him. I had the Mandalorian in my sights. I was about to shoot.
"SHIT! A missile.. I can't avoid it.. I-" Marty was dead. His ship exploded around him filling the space and stars with needless star-fighter dust yet again.
Another family. Another wife left without a husband, another child.. Left without a father. A family torn apart by one destructive missile.
"NO!" I screamed, it couldn't have been happening, it couldn't have. At the time I wished it was a dream, but it wasn't a dream. This was real.
"Down you go!" I screamed in vengeance to the last Mandalorian ship. It was finally over..
***
After that I became the Wing Commander of Zeta Wing. I had a lot of respect for Marty.. My next dream occured around two years down the line from this.. Just after Morgana died.
***
I was hitting the Sith officer as hard as I could. Breaking a sweat. Torturing him. I gave him punch after punch into the stomach. He was winded and coughing badly. I'd already broken several of his ribs with my bare fists. This was a special agreement I had with some of my "contacts" inside the Republican Intelligence Unit, they respected me. I was a Commander by this time and they knew that I lost my family when the Sith attacked Telos.
They informed me that they captured one of the officers that was involved in the attack on Telos. The R.I.U. told me that they had retrieved all information that was possible from the officer and they didn't mind if I used some of my more.. "Gentle persuasion techniques" on him. Oh, how I happily obliged. Heh. Cracking his skull open after a few hours would suffice fine. Of course, they assured me that if I bludgeoned him to death they would not report me to the higher authority of the Republic.
My knuckles were raw and bleeding from beating the Sith officer up. Sure, he wasn't Saul, but he would do for now. He was coughing up blood uncontrollably and was on the ground almost lifeless. I kicked him firmly in the stomach "YOU BASTARD!!" I screamed at him wildly, "YOU DON'T EVEN THINK TWICE ABOUT ATTACKING DEFENSELESS PLANETS AND PEOPLE.. HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF HUMAN HUH?" I screamed at him, the Sith officer lay on the floor. He begged me for mercy.
"When those innocent Telosians begged for mercy from your WRATH I didn't see YOU handing them any, why should I?" I asked him, the Sith officer started to weep softly, he was on his knees begging me like I was some kind of God.
"I was just doing what Malak told me to do... I'm just a soldier... Please don't hurt me anymore..." He begged me in an inaudible whisper, his crying was becoming hysterical, but it didnt stop me. I kneed him in the ribs and heard another one of his ribs crack under the force. I grinned in satisfaction as the sound echoed across the room and the Sith officer grunted in pain.
"That was for calling yourself a SOLDIER when you're NOTHING but a monster." I told him. I then roundhouse kicked him across the face, the force of the kick made him land on the floor with a thud. "THAT was for my beautiful WIFE." I lay beside him and helped him to sit up, he was dazed. I wrapped my whole arm around his neck "And this.." I said as I tightened my whole arm around his throat "Will be painless.. Even though you deserve more.. This is for my.. My.." My voice cracked in sadness "My innocent son." I will never forget the look on the young mans face. His eyes pleaded with me as I snapped his neck with my arm. He fell silently onto the floor.
I sat on my knees staring at him for a while, before brushing my hands over his eyelids, closing them.
The two R.I.U. officers in the room were trembling at what I had just done.
I walked out the room, without a trace of guilt...
***
I guess I had the darkness and evil streak in me back then, Morgana's death was the start of a long downhill roll. I'd gladly repeat that incident today.. To anyone, Sith or Republican. I don't care, Dustil and Revan are the only things I cared for.. I don't even care for myself.
***
I woke up with a ferocious headache. That's when I heard a females voice outside my cell, someone had come to bail me out. The door to my holding cell opened and I lifted my head. I laughed manically.
"An unwelcome visitor..."
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Aroseb: Dustil haters must unite! hehe.