Rebel.
Hey guys, I got to thinking about some what ifs and decided to give this a bash. Due to a very rude person though I would like to warn readers I am English so if there are some odd spellings I apologize and would like to say I DO proof read and I DO use spell check, I am not however perfect so I'll admit to getting the odd thing wrong and missing it so please don't be nasty about that I will try to use American spellings in future if I know them! Any who now I have that off my chest, I do not own the ducks or any of Disney's other characters I may or may not use. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Epilogue.
Nosedive Flashblade looked up at the burning sun, he didn't understand what the Saurians had done to his planet but it had certainly worked, it no longer snowed all year round, the temperatures were virtually tropical and he for one hated it. Being used to extreme colds he and his fellow slaves grew more exhausted by the day. More and more died from heat exhaustion and were left to rot on the side of the roads or where they lay in the camps. Nosedive had been lucky to start with having a brother to look out for him and help him steal food and other things but now Wildwing was dead. He'd disappeared one day as they and about forty other ducks were being transported by foot to another mine. One minute his white feathered brother had been there the next he wasn't. All he could assume was that his brother had succumbed to the heat. He tried not to think about it most of the time, just like he tried not to think of the life he'd had before. That always lead to his mother.
"Get back to work slave!" One of the guards yelled at him and he realized he'd zoned out and got back to breaking the cavern walls with his pick ax.
"That's the second time today kid," a guy next to him said, "you outta be careful else you'll get inta trouble." Nosedive smiled at the guy whose name he hadn't bothered to learn, so many people were moved around or died very few people did, some didn't even remember their own. He however made it a point to go through the names of his family every night so as to remember them, to help them to live on if only in his memory, "you're doing it again kid!" But the man's warning came too late and Dive yelled out as he felt the whip connect with his back and the blood start to seep through his feathers.
"Looks like we've got one who thinks they're above work," the guard snarled in his ear as he held Nosedive up by his blond hair, "slaves ought to know their place!" The saurian punched him in the gut and Dive saw stars, "I say we make an example of this one Zorell."
"Indeed let's have some fun with him." The female guard hissed her eyes glowing red and an evil smile on her lips. Nosedive stayed silent and secretly hoped they would kill him, "If they do that at least it'll end," he thought, "I can be with my family again." A large bell sounded to summon the slaves out into the open, the first saurian threw him at Zorell and walked to the center where a large post stood on a platform. On this post were a set of chains and Zorell held Nosedive up whilst the first saurian attached them to his wrists. Nosedive tried to prepare himself for the inevitable but when it came he still let out a yelp of surprise at the first lashes but managed to grit his beak through the rest of it. His eyes watered and he felt the blood falling down his back and front and eventually slipped into unconsciousness.
Silver looked through her binoculars at the various workers filing back to the huts they called home. She pitied them but they weren't why she was here. Ever since the invasion had first started and she had managed somehow to avoid capture Silver had been building up her own resistance. Not that she had anything against the current one, they had somehow managed to rid the planet of Draganus a mere week ago, the problem puckworld now faced was the battling saurian elite. Each wanted the power and each one was willing to do anything to gain it. That included blowing up parts of puckworld to do it.
"It's bad enough they've ruined the climate here," Silver mumbled unable to find what she was looking for and putting the binoculars away in her pack to wait for the others she'd brought, "they've got to blast the place to hell while they're at it too!"
"Silver!" a Blue haired, white feathered duck whispered urgently as she leapt down from a formation of rocks above Silver, "A guy's been badly beaten and left to die. . ."
"We're not here for . . ."
"He's blond and the right age!" She said impatiently watching as Silver's face grew dark.
"What are we waiting for Blue?" She said following the girl back the direction she came to a clearing just outside the entrance to the mines. When they got there it didn't take long for Silver to recognize the half starved teenager hanging from his wrists. He was deathly pale and blood was still pouring from some of the deeper wounds. Two of her fighters were already trying to get him loose, each working on a shackle and soon he slumped into their arms. Silver walked slowly up to her youngest son and brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face then looked up at her friends, "Let's take him home." Blue called in another three fighters with a small jet big enough to carry about ten people without effecting the speed of the ship and they began to load them on, "Blue, are you sure the guards are indisposed?"
"The guards are currently sleeping off a little hangover courtesy of some spiked food I gave them," she replied smugly, "and my name is Sapphira!"
"I know but it's an awfully hard name to pronounce," Silver said then looked at her, "besides if you don't like your nickname you could always die your hair red or something." Blue growled and received a watery smile as Silver followed her youngest son into the jet and sat down beside him, "You're safe now Nosedive. All I have to do now is find Wildwing and we can be a family again."
A short first chappy I know but tell me what you think! Toodles Angel xxx.