The World I Knew
"Lajun! Ziza!" Eyes that shone like stars shone at the bodies of her old friend's family. Three men in armor not from their world were smirking and their weapons were smoking. Snarling, Kyra pulled out a dark matter gun and pulled the trigger- but nothing happened. One of the men pointed to a brace around his arm and tsked at her. "Those two were the last of the people I loved you bastard. I'm going to kill you!"
The brown haired woman shot up from her bed on her ship named Azijun, named after the family that 'harbored' her from the Gurahn Government.
The credits she used to buy the ship itself were savings from helping the denizens of New Mecca to rebuild their fallen city. Kyra confiscated most to all of the dark matter guns that the Necromongers used. Some weapon designers were itching to rebuild and sell them- that's where Kyra got her trade from. Black market weapons, artifacts and even clothing. There was no cover story for her, but she had raised enough money to make her ship become invisible by using chameleon technology from the Pandora System. She could kiss those weird, shapely creatures over there for their brains and lack of brawn. Kyra had crates upon crates of Necro fire power in the cargo bay of Azijun.
The hand guns and rifles were the biggest sellers. They required no ammo- pulling dark matter from the atmosphere replenished it's reserves. They only got stronger within the deep reaches of space. The science of it was lost on Kyra- who's only goal was to sell and trade the items found on lost worlds that were destroyed by the world enders.
Getting up from her bed, she headed down the short hall of rooms into the bathing area. The nightmare of a memory made her sweat- she hated that feeling. The feeling of watching someone close die over and over again. It was a never ending cycle.
She never did kill the bounty hunters after her ass. They had tech that Helion system could only dream of. Maybe, if she went into the BMT earlier, they would have been safe. Or maybe, if she had never met them- any of them- they would all be safer. Instead, she shook the less than fanciful thoughts from her brain and moved on to the next ritual- eating food that tasted like food.
Her ship had five rooms that had nothing to do with the ship- something transport ships lacked. Cost her seven hundred thousand UDs to get a custom transport vessel. Besides weaponry and cloaking devices, it had a kitchen area, work out room, sleeping room, bathroom and navigation. After she ate, she would work out with a higher grade of gravitation and check out navigation. In one of the courses, she had Furya marked; in case she ever had the balls to go there. Still a year from any direction- which was strange.
"Must be a wormhole planet or something. Need better upgrades on this baby if I want to go there..." Currently, Kyra was in a ghost shipping lane on her way to the Frigido system. There was talk of a rogue Necro frigit she wanted to get her hands on. Hopefully, with some conversion, she could use their dark matter drives. If not, she could always sell it. Her ship was decent in size but it couldn't take on an entire other ship in the docking bay. Skiffs were life rafts- she had one just in case. But the frigs were... Twice the size of her skiff. It would eat her ship.
In all honesty, Kyra was hoping it wasn't just a frigit. Anything bigger, she could put her ship inside and park on a random planet while she conducted personal upgrades.
The planet it was located on was called Ultra Violet Nine. Temperature was higher than the most frozen planet, UV6. Closer to the sun and all. If you could really call it a sun.
The system rotated around a black star that's light came off as violet in color. Easier for her then, and not normal humans. Her navigator alerted her of the estimated time of arrival; twelve hours.
Back when she started her trek from space port seven, she thought about using cryo. Then she thought about the last time and what Ulan told her several months ago- she literally ran into him on a planet called Nera. It was one of the Elemental planets; they didn't have a system of their own. The had planets scattered across the known universe that were reserved for their strange race of people. It wasn't a heart felt reunion of any kind; but it was filled with information. The nanites in her system would speed up her cellular growth and in turn cause her to age again. He was also the one to help her with her trade- hopefully the information wasn't faulty about the Necro paraphernalia.
Thinking of the dark cult of people made Kyra think of Riddick. The trade was something to pass the time until that mark hit five years. Already, almost two has passed. She was with Lajun for eleven months before Gurah got word of her from some snitch back on Ursa Luna. Kyra wouldn't be surprised if it was the Guild dog she stole that ship from. Nine months into being back on New Mecca she was able to get her ship. It wasn't until after they died that she registered it on Helion Six as Azijun.
"Message received from Efka Major. Proceed or delete?"
"Proceed, pause. Pull to navi and play." The face of her friend greeted her as a hologram. "Do I want to know how you guys got out of there or-"
The seventeen year old female tutted Kyra, "Not the time- Look. Brock says you need to get to Taurus Three as soon as possible. He's there now- you're close aren't you?"
"Why the hell would I go there?" Kyra shook her head, "No hellos, how are you's- nothing. I would ask who raised you- but we all know that answer."
The dark haired girl crossed her arms and turned her nose up petulantly, "It has to do with Gurah and their Weapons Department. Brock said if you want to use cryo safely, then you best get your ass moving. He found something underground that can help you. Frigido is eight hours from Taurus One- so get moving!" The image closed out and the room regained it's normal light spectrum.
"Coordinates received. Proceed or delete?" Kyra looked up at the ceiling and had the computer lock in the address.
"There goes my payday... Damn it, Brock. You have awful timing." Kyra left the room in favor of going to the training room. "Set gravity to five times regular." The brunette woman felt her limps grow heavier but not so much that she couldn't move. "Pull Hades simulation." The entire room was drowned in darkness and something flew by her head. Her hand flew down to her hip where a large raptor claw had been kept.
While the simulation ran it's course, she thought back to when she captured the scene for this particular part. She had traveled to that once dark planet, and gone was the desert. There was grass and some small life growing. The entire world was like that. Once she got off her ship, she looked around the abandoned settlement with new eyes. Meaning, instead of thinking back of her just being a kid, she had looked at it from an adults perspective. Her first stop had been the Coring Room, where Ali's body was located. She vacated shortly thereafter, not being able to handle the memories of her short time as the boy's friend.
In one of the other buildings still sat their glass cups that had once been filled with water from the solar water tap. It felt as though ghosts were watching her as she looked around. Her hand had picked up one of the goblets and it cracked in her fingers. Must have been a bad omen, she left there as well. Her feet traveled her through the canyon and she passed by the hole Riddick stuck Carolyn and Abu and herself while he went to prep the skiff. Her hand slid away from it and continued down memory lane.
Eventually, she came to the crash ship. There were some valuables that Paris had that she could sell; had her ship come to her location remotely so she wouldn't have to walk back.
Kyra jumped back from one of the raptors but not before it sent it's sharp tail to her back for a deep scratch. She cried out in pain, before sending a blazing fist through it's hammerhead-like skull. It slid out audibly like the clone from that spike back on Necropolis. Grunting, she jumped back into a handstand to kick one of them with her bladed heel- followed through to bring it down underneath her when she landed on her feet once more. She straddled its back so she could break it's neck. Taking the hand of the beast, she used the blade hidden there to gouge into another raptors' throat. Her mind went back into the memory once the real threats were taken care of and she was running through the canyon.
Her feet carried her down into the freight and into what would have been pitch black. Her sunglasses came off the moment she saw the sarcophagus. There were some weapons left over from before and made a note to take them with her before she left. The coffin would be coming with her as well; torches could be her friends sometimes.
Finding nothing else of value, she went to the actual ship itself. Inside, she found a red box that was where Johns was sitting before the ran out into hell. When she opened it, she found morphine and caffeine inside. Her medical bay was lacking either, so she tucked it under her arm. Dead men didn't need drugs anyhow.
When the simulation ended, she went off into the bathroom to take a much needed shower. She didn't find much on her trek back to Hades- just opened healed scars. She found that Johns was a junky, and skeletons trapped in cryo chambers that were cracked open like cans of sardines. Kyra felt sorry for any poor bastard that found that planet by the time of the eclipse. But, that wasn't her problem.
"Navigation, ETA please."
The computer responded with out missing a beat, "Five hours and forty five minutes is the estimated time of arrival. Initiate secondary boosters?"
"Calculate ETA after intiated, please."
"Fifteen minutes to orbit."
That definitely beat having to wait almost six hours of doing nothing. Part of her was excited about what Brock had found; the other half was wary. She was kicked out of the planet permanently a long time ago- after they found she had stowed away of course. The sound of the drives kicking in was music to her ears. Pandorans had amazing tech, what with primary ion drives and the secondary being smaller light speed drives; she had it made. Rushing to the cock pit, Kyra strapped herself in with a large grin on her face. The computer rushed her through space like a rocket filled with nitrous oxide- it was an amazing feeling. Kyra was glad she didn't get motion sickness- the stars passing by looked like lines from a visualization machine. All she needed was some good music and would have the life of luxury.
Once the drives sputtered out of life, she landed her ship where the coordinates to Brock's location was. Taurus looked like New Mecca had when they were invaded by the Necros- desolate and smoking. In fact, there was a singular pillar that sat in the middle of the city- still active. It occurred to her how strange it was that there was no sign of Necromongers until a frigit passed her ship by. "Halt, unknown vessel. State your purpose and contents."
She flew under the small vessel and pulled up on her controls, "State this, bastard!" She laughed when it did it's job and the ship went down. "Looks like Brock really had perfect fucking timing." After her ship was safely cloaked, she took her com pad and ran like the dickens. Idly, she glanced at the neighborhood and almost tripped over her own feet. Her childhood home was around this place and it seemed like that's where her friend was located. She missed the silver pools watching her as she ran through the streets. A group of Necromongers came upon her, and the figure started to leave the shadows until a strange sight was beheld. There was light coming off of Kyra in waves, the figure hid away once more to watch the scene.
Using her anger, she was able to pull a little bit of Elemental prowess she had in her metaphysical arsenal. She pulled out her altered dark matter side arm- and pulled the trigger several times. The 'mongers fell one by one from the intense heat it exhumed. Once they were for sure dead, Kyra put the gun away and followed where the com pad was leading her. In a few minutes, she would reach her old home and figure out what Brock wanted her for.
The figure stepped out of the shadows once the woman had gone and took in the state of the soldiers. Kneeling next one of them, silver eyes looked at the damage. Their bodies were smoking; still on fire from whatever that woman possessed. A smirk graced his face as he walked away from the small neighborhood, "How interesting..."
As she walked into her old home, she found Brock and several others with him. "What's going on here? You brought the whole crew with you..." Kyra trailed off as she saw the twins hanging back a few paces. "Ezra, Efka. Pleasant surprise. Looks like you made it to the 'old enough' club."
"Whatever. This was our first stop considering we didn't even break out of Slam City." When Ezra spoke, she was more than thoroughly shocked. He took off his glasses and provided her with a sight that was worth seeing. "Cutter did pretty good- for once." He was the first to come up to her and just about cracked her ribs with his version of a hug.
"Ez, let off. I can't breath!"
There were small greetings here and there as she made her way to Brock. The man looked as through he had aged ten years in the two that she had been absent. "You said you had something for me?"
He frowned at her but pulled a vial out of his breast pocket. As he put it in her hand, he covered it with both of his own. "It contains a sedative that will knock you out for several hours. We're here to escort you back to your ship before you take it. Perhaps you can take us to that planet you had always been talking about... Helion, wasn't it?
"We can't go there- isn't safe. It was like you said, Brock. Gurah issued a hostile take over of New Mecca. I think Nera is neutral grounds- but I have to stop at UV nine first. You guys got me way off track. It'll take a full eight hours this time. You're in luck- I have just enough room on that baby for all of your crew."
He lifted an eye brow, "Nera? Where do you find these places, Kyra?" All he received was a shrug in response. He turned to his small group of Ursa misfits. "Well. Now that we have our ride, let's get on with it. This place might be blasted sky high soon."
"I have a better idea. Just give me a few minutes and be ready to go." She pulled out her remote pad and entered the password. It bleeped in response to the command before minimizing. "This is my old home. I want to see what I can take with me. You're free to it as well, I don't really care." Saying that, she made her way down a couple of halls and entered her old bedroom. "Ugh... Pink everywhere..." Dodging the fluffy bed that looked oddly comfortable, she made her way next to. Her hands gripped the rug and pulled it away. Her father kept something there and always had it locked away. It was strange, nonetheless. It was a pitch black safe that had a scanner implanted within it. She wiped her hand on her thigh and placed it on the box. It scanned a few times and once more to be sure, she could only assume. Something inside clicked and it opened for her. Placing it on the floor, she opened it so she could see inside. There was a data pad, a few old credit cards and a package. "I'll have to look through this later..." The sounds of her ship got her to lock up the safe and tuck it under her arm. The group of six or seven was waiting for her, "I was serious before. I'm not using any of the shit in this house. Whatever, I guess. Let's get outta here."
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Vaako only did as his Lord Marshall commanded of him; however, watching the armada while he went to the people themselves without any of the other Necromongers was what made him wary. The man had killed their previous Lord not two years prior and yet to make his way to the Threshold and embrace the Necromonger way. No, the man was not entitled to be what he had wished for ages. When the time came, he would take his place as Lord Marshall and lead them all into the Underverse. The scene with the woman back then was strange. She looked as much Necro as any other denizen of Necropolis until she threw a grenade at the masses to cover up her escape. As he thought of it, he made he was into the catacombs- where they placed their fallen in a form of cryo-stasis until Underverse Come. They would arise once more, in the new world. Bodies upon bodies of fallen warriors or previous Lord Marshalls remained afloat in the violet chambers. His feet came to a stop as he watched the child slumbering beyond the looking glass. Kyra was her name, and she had aided Riddick in Zhylaw's demise. His glove reached out to where he would be able to feel her face and his mind exploded into stars.
Blue veins covered every inch of him and it felt as through pain was radiating from the base of his skull. It passed shortly only to began anew inside his brain. His hands went to his head as the pain echoed around. Something was manipulating his body unnaturally- and as his eyes looked up; he saw the Elemental witch. She was saying for him to calm down and it would pass. What would pass?, he thought to himself. His body began to shake as electricity erupted from his fingertips.
Vaako pulled himself away from the body of the child. His gloved hand rubbed at his temples and he realized that he witnessed a memory. It was nothing he had ever witnessed before. There was still some time left. He called on of the mausoleum workers over, "I need you to take this body before the Quasi Deads immediately and do so before Lord Marshall returns." The worker did as he was bid and was gone from his sight. He closed the canister and made his way back into Necropolis.
The child's body was on the pedestal when he walked it, "Begin."
"Making entry..." Their combined voices went through their motions, "Furyan energy... There is a mind link also detected. Scanning most recent memories... Thoughts of a female by the name of Jack... Thoughts of an Elemental..."
"Dig deeper. I already know-"
The figures began to writhe around and it startled him. "Elemental energy found through the mind link..." He turned his head to the side and walked to one of them. "This child is born of experimental design... To have both halves would be... Must have both halves. Must have both." They continued to chant before he had to silence them. "Furyan Elemental energy..." They whispered as they were shut down.
He stood away from them as he thought of a plan to rid him of Riddick. He motioned the worker to take the child back to the catacombs as he walked into the heart of Necropolis. He would find the importance of the breeder child eventually, as his Lord Marshall walked by him. Those silver eyes were all knowing and full of fire.
He would beat that life down and make him want to leave. All would work in his favor...
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"I think we made it out of there just in time." Kyra stated as she set the vessel on route back to the Frigido system. "That's called the Ascension Protocol- it completely annihilates a planet. They have smaller once in the forms of close range weapons. Whenever a Necromonger group is surrounded, the leader sticks one of those bad boys into the ground and makes a twenty foot radius of destruction, killing every one or thing in it's path."
"You sure know a lot about those things..." One of the younger kids spoke up from the back.
Kyra turned partially to look at her, "I'm apart of BMT: Black Market Trade. I was on my way to pick up some really high grade material before Efka called me. It should rake in some serious credits."
Another voice spoke up, this time a young boy. "You say credits, don't you mean UDs?" Kyra waved the question off like a fly.
"It is what it is. Means all the same thing. I have some extra weapons you all can use to arm yourself. Rifles, hand guns, grenades- you name it."
"You went from killing people to illegal arms dealing. Quite the repertoire you have there, Kyr. What's next, slave trading?" A blade went by Ezra's face, centimeters from his ear. His hands went up in defense.
"Mind your words, Shiner- otherwise I'll cut your tongue from your mouth." Everyone could her the warning rumbling from her chest.
Ezra didn't get the hint, "Oh. So the pot's calling the kettle black, is it? At least I got my eyes from Shirah- you bought yours. What's that tell everyone? That you're a wannabe!"
His own sister stepped away from him, not wanting to be in the middle of this fight. Sometimes, her brother had no filter. This was one of those times. Kyra didn't move from her spot but her eyes were locked onto her brother's. She attempted to make a motion to Brock; but he only shook his head. Only Kyra could tell her the fate of her twin now.
"This wannabe got you off that planet before you got yourself killed. If you didn't want to be around me, Ezra, why are you with all of these people then? I thought you didn't want to be in Slam City anymore. Don't act all high and mighty just because a vision of a dead woman granted you your vision. I don't see the Wrath of Furya burning anywhere on you. So until then, boy, keep your mouth and opinions to yourself. Come find me when you're a man and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a piece of my mind. Until then, sit tight and shut up. You're a guest, not a commodity." Kyra didn't give anything away as she turned back to the controls. The light speed drives were still on cool down, so it was true speed this time around. Her hand fiddled around with the vial until a hand was on her shoulder. Light green eyes looked up and found Brock with a small smile of satisfaction on his face.
"You handled that better than I had hoped." He watched as the stars passed them by for a few minutes in silence. "You got some cryo we could use? Artificial sleep is better than nothing."
"Yeah- but first. Who dropped you off there? It couldn't have been anyone I know. They're all dead or not around."
The fingers on her shoulders dug in as he came to her ear and whispered. Her own fingers gripped his as she stood up in response. "Follow me, I'll show you where your crew can get some shut eye." Most of his group were children save for one older woman who was around Brock's age. Must have been one of the parents that were able to escape- didn't matter to her. Azijun was a transport vessel after all. "I won't be joining you all. I'll be like your personal security. We are on a ghost shipping lane- no one comes out here. The only traffic will be those who are in the BMT. And even then, no stray ships or comets will come into contact with us. Just sit tight and I'll wake you up when we get there." Stopping herself short, she let all of them enter the tubes; including Brock and Joyce. "Nera is about a month from Frigido. Once I'm done with collecting my payday, we'll head out. Not a moment sooner, you all made me late. If it's what I think it is, I'll be making a lot of money."
Once all the doors were closed and secure, Kyra made her way up the shoot and into the upper floor. Her room and the magical anti-nanite serum were waiting. Pausing in the tiny hall, she opened a pair of sliding doors to get an injector. Placing the vial within, she shut the doors and went into hers. "Lights, twenty percent."
She tossed the injector gently on the bed while she went to her closet and grabbed softer clothes for her to sleep in. Stripping off her weathered leathers, she tossed it to the corner where her other articles sat until she could reach somewhere to do her laundry. Once she sighed from relief, she got under the covers and stared at the blue vial. She couldn't see anything special about it, but shrugged. If it cured her singular problem of a life time, it would make her happy. Plunging the liquid into her arm felt like razor blades ripping through her blood vessels. The injector fell to the floor as she writhed around on her bed. "What the fuck kind of sleeping agent causes pain!"
She was panting by the time it reached every nerve ending inside of her. Her back arched off of the bed as she released a silent scream. Her eyes were wide and she saw black stars clouding her vision. Soon, the blackness took over and she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
It was strong and it was pulling at her mind. A white cloud came from nowhere in particular and a woman was walking up to her. But where she was wasn't somewhere she remembered every being. Her body was being suspended- cold and dead. Was she dead?
Tombstones lined front and back, side to side through the valley. Smoke was billowing from the trees and fallen cities. The sky was dark and there was not a star in sight. She could see the sun rising from the south- the only thing left of what use to be a beautiful planet.
"What you see, are the people who were not able to flee Furya. There is a rage deep inside all of us, waiting to be awakened. In time, when you truly wake; you will understand." The strange woman put her hand on her chest before speaking once more. "Your soul has been separated by cruel means. As I speak, there is another using it for a vile will. So many wish to use you as the weapon you were made to be. But I am to put a stop to that- no child of mine will be used in that manner. With this mark, I shall separate that link with your other half." Her hand landed on Kyra's chest and she felt her body shake violently. Once the mark was planted, the woman put her hands on the younger woman's face. "Oh. Your eyes are only half of what they could be. I want so much to grant you the abilities of an alpha- but you are not yet ready, Kyra. This mark will kill you if you are not reunited with the rest of your true self in due time."
The white cloud started to fade and all she saw were the woman's eyes. Her lips began to move without her permission. "You're...I remember you from so long ago-"
Shirah held the expression of shock but laughed. It sounded amazing to her ears. "Yes. Yes I am. What your father did was wrong- and you will face many trials along your way." Her head tilted to the side and a coy smile replaced what was before. "And I see a man in your future. Already, he holds our shared mark. Perhaps... Perhaps you will finally find peace in these trying times." Her warm hands dropped and she was gone. Kyra held her hand out, but it was for not. There was heat pulsating over her heart-
Kyra woke with a gasp and held her chest tightly. She was covered in sweat and it was dripping uncomfortably down her in waves. The dream was still fresh in her mind and she heard an alarm go off before the computer spoke over the speakers. "Ultra Violet Nine reached- Estimated time of orbit arrival is T minus three minutes. Prepare for entrance- Current temperature is mild- chances of precipitation is thirty percent. Atmosphere is habitable. Population is less than twenty-five. Proceed?"
"Hell yes, proceed. Auto pilot and auto land, if possible. Wake our passengers." The static ended and she clambered out of bed and straight into the bathing room.
After she took a quick shower, Kyra dressed in gray leggings and a shirt that stopped mid thigh. It had detachable arms for weather changes and a furry hood for comfort. She forced her boots on her feet as she hopped down the hall, excitement radiating off of her. Finally, she would be getting the biggest shipment in dark matter that she had ever seen.
Jumping down to the bottom floor, she saw her guests stumbling out of the tubes, all with the same groggy expressions. She let them wander about as she went into the bay and holstered her weapons. Her hand went to the dial and let down the ramp. A warm breeze greeted her as she thumped down the grated metal. The sun didn't harm her eyes as it shone through the clouds of the sky. Her ship was parked near some trees and a small cliff side, green grass littered the area in patches. Her hand gripped the pad as a map of the terrain was downloaded from the small satellite she dropped in orbit.
"You guys stay near the ship while I look around. Or you can wander, I don't care. Just don't follow me." Kyra was walking away as she spoke, raring to get the item and get back off the ground. As much as she loved true weather and gravity, she needed to upgrade her ship to make it to that home world of hers.
Her thoughts drifted back to the strange dream she had earlier and she pulled down the front of her shirt to see a fading specter print. The shape of a hand was the only proof of reality- the proof that Shirah came to her in her sleep. What did she mean by alpha? Kyra thought to herself, feet sounded against the grassy terrain. She looked up in time to see a group of Necros surrounding the area and she pulled back to hide behind one of the larger trees. So, the intel was right about the frigit. But there were soldiers that came along with the package. There was maybe ten of them, more inside the ship. They guarded something, the way they stood with their weapons drawn. A noise brought her attention and found some animal creeping up to the frigit. One of the Necros aimed and took a shot at the poor creature. It flew into the air and disappeared beyond the trees. Seriously? It was basically a rabbit! Beware- killer bunnies. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as she pulled out a nine bang. Turning the dial, she tossed it through the branches and covered her face while waiting for it to explode.
There were grunts and groans, alerting her of the successful hit. She pulled out two blasters and went out into the open to kill the men she could. She shot the men on the outside ring, flinging them away from the ship and herself. The closer she got, the more men she found. The ramp was down on the ship, so in she went. They also had weapons and began shooting them at her. Ducking into a roll, Kyra stopped and shot the closest one in his junk- his stunned form hit the wall. Turning around, she dropped on of the guns in favor of a close range weapon- ballistics knife. It went into the eye of another Necro.
The ship was bigger on the inside and held a lot of Necro fire power. When her blaster ran out of ammo, she grabbed one of the fallen shot guns and started blowing them away with a warrior's shout. "Just die already!" The money from the Necromonger frigit would rake in a lot of UDs- she could put some major upgrades on her small ship. Or go on vacation. Anything.
It was just the damn Necros in her way of a huge profit. The gun was dropped as she pulled an incendiary grenade from her pouch- she threw it around the corner and covered her head. Maybe not the biggest payday- the haul now had holes. Still, she wanted to replace her ion drives with the ones on the ship. Her hand pulled out the larger raptor bone and ran into the room. There were four in the room that were still breathing. Not long thereafter, they were choking on their own blood from when she punctured their lungs. Leaving that room, she followed the hall to another part of the vessel. Kyra pulled back as she saw a woman in a skin tight tan dress talking to a body with chalices of liquid on either side.
"We're under attack, Vaako. I can't- There's someone coming. There is nothing here on this planet- save for some rabid animal life." Kyra could see the ripples in the cups from where she was eavesdropping. The voice on the other side was deeper- definitely a man.
"It was suppose to be there- are you telling me you haven't even looked for yourself? That woman is exactly the same- find her and keep her near the Threshold until I rid us of Lord Marshall." The woman made an unsatisfied noise in the back of her throat, "Know your place, Dame Vaako."
"Dear husband, the scans turned up empty. There is no one-"
"Then scan again. If that ship is under siege, then someone is obviously there. I have to go- Do not fail me."
Dame Vaako allowed the Quasi Dead to retreat into the wall and went around the corner and was gone from Kyra's line of sight. Her hands gripped the blade tighter- juicy bits were happening with the current Necromonger campaign that some of the denizens weren't happy about.
She continued a mantra in her head, Not my problem, not my problem. Kyra groaned inwardly as she slipped into the room and took care to not make noise across the marble floors. She stalked to where she saw the Vaako woman hide to. Peering around the bend, she saw the woman walk to the control room. Her head tilted to the side and before she knew it, heard the ship began to start up. "Shit!" She hissed and ran back the way she came. The ramp was closed by the time she got there. Her open palms slammed on it before letting out an annoyed grunt. Her eyes scanned the room for anything she could use to get it open.
Whatever plans she had were once again spoiled due to untimely entry. The bone of the blade had begun to crack under pressure from her iron grip. Boots echoed through the halls and before Kyra knew what was happening, her body was pressed against the cold floor and her eyes glared daggers at one of the men with scars all over his face. He was on his knees in front of her, hands inching towards her face. "What a beautiful creature you are... It's too bad really. I would have wanted you for myself." Kyra spat in his face and he smacked her. "Insolence will not be tolerated, Breeder!"
"And I won't tolerate being smack around, mister with a fucked up face! Get off of me or else!" Her eyes started to cloud over from the weight of one of the consorts on top of her. "Ugh, you're heavy. Lay off the chips, fat ass!" Her face was red from the slaps of the ugly man still in front of her.
"Crone! Lay off of the Breeder- we are not here to collect it and then beat it until it's unrecognizable." The woman, Dame Vaako, spoke from the corridor leading to the control room. Her eyes had unnatural shadows above and below- as if the color had been burned on. Her hair was up in a tight, cone shaped design. Kyra could hear her clothes as she sauntered into the room. Her hand went to her hip as she smiled softly. "Little Breeder, I am surprised. You look just like the little one from before." Kyra's brows drew in as Vaako spoke. Whatever the Dame was going to say was cut off when one of the men started to speak.
"Dame Vaako- her body is shaking violently. I won't be able to-"
"Fuck- Anron, move-"
"What's going on-"
Kyra felt a massive energy take over her as the cloud from the dream took in the scene and changed it to Furya- and all the tombstones not excluded. Shirah placed her hand on her chest then moved it to Kyra's. "This mark holds the rage of Furya- this is going to hurt." Her body shook more until her chest and arms were rippling in raw power. When it reached it's pinnacle, it erupted like a volcano and the room became black.
Dark green eyes fluttered open hours later- and screamed. "What the hell!" Kyra's hands went to her face as she saw her hands for the first time. They became fists then after. "I want a refund, Cutter, you bast-" The brunette was cut off by a series of violent coughs and turned onto her side as blood came up onto the floor. Once the fit was settled, she tried to blink back the tears forming. "I'm... I'm dying..." Using the back of her hand, she wiped the excess blood from her lips and stumbled over herself to get to the control room. There were scouts manning the strange controls but didn't bat an eye at her. "Take me back to UV Nine, Necros."
One of them with a bluish mask on it's face looked up at her and squeaked. Kyra raised an eyebrow and strode over to that one first. Her hand was gripped tightly around it's neck, "What was that? How's about you do as your told, and I won't have to freaking kill you."
The muscles and tendons in the scouts throat moved as it tried to speak, it's hand making a motion. She let go.
"You keep what you kill-" Green eyes narrowed to slits, "You have Dame Vaako's title- you are Dame Vaako. I will do what is commanded of me."
With a slack jaw, Kyra shook her head and waved him off. "Don't really care. My name is Kyra, not 'Dame Vaako'. Just call me by my name, understand? Now, get me back down right fucking now!"
Little did Kyra know, is that one of the commanders was still alive. He was bidding his time until he could take control of the ship and get back to Necropolis.
When the frigit was back to the ground, Kyra sent it away. "You tell whoever commands you that I just want to be left alone. Get outta here." As she watched it leave the atmosphere of the planet, she recalled all of the people she left behind. "Ah shit! Please still be there!" She weaved through the trees and within minutes; breathed a sigh of relief. Her ship was still docked in the same place she left it. As she walked into it, she could only wonder why they wanted her in the first place. They still must have her clone- but it would have been withered by now. Unless they had some massive form of advanced cryo to keep a body from decaying- which was entirely possible considering the technology they had, she was skeptical. The crew was in cryo, including Brock. She closed up Azijun and set the computer's course to Nera. Kyra's back was to the computer as it flashed "Furya- Furyan System" and overlapped the course to Nera in the Ingeon System. As thoughts of Necromongers came to mind, as did the trio of bounty hunters that were after her back on New Mecca. They knew exactly where she was and who she was with. They knew just about everything she knew about herself and then some. Ian, one of the younger ones, made Ziza and herself watch as they used some sort of machine to strip Lajun of her skin. She died slowly and very painfully- her screams still haunted her in her sleep.
Ziza was only seven when they raped her and brutalized her little body. The heels of Kyra's palms rubbed at her eyes- trying to make the image disappear. It made her feel disgusting as she sat there and watched as her family was murdered in front of her. Even then, she couldn't even hurt a single one of their heads. The braces that they wore on their wrists contained tech that she hadn't even seen with the Necros.
Her hand pressed the button for the tube to open and she situated herself inside. Pulling the door shut, she flew threw the inside menu and set the cryo to awaken them all when they reached their destination. As the sedative took effect, Kyra sighed. It would be the first time in years that she allowed herself to be exposed to anything that forced her to sleep for extended periods of time.
The computer locked in Furya's coordinates instead of Nera- it would take a year for them to reach their destination. As the light speed drives intiated, the ship automatically shut down all internal lights and all auxiliary power was rerouted to maintain the warp speed. The only thing the young woman thought was strange was that ion drives didn't sound that way normally.
It was a long time before anything went wrong; and she wouldn't know a thing until she woke for the true first time.