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Post by hk47fan on Mar 28, 2007 21:32:57 GMT -4
Naos
I used Force Jump to my advantage, and leaped up the stairs, right behind Jaskia. Nait was after me, then Sora and the Clones.
Once I was up I breifly glanced around the room and darted to the cells. But something else caught my eye....
a torture room. And with Scout lying right on the torture bed, unmoving.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 28, 2007 21:48:44 GMT -4
Jaskia let out a small scream of fear and ran to her side. She put two fingers to her neck, which was scabbed and bruised. Blood matted her hair, at least more than three bones were broken. She had this crisp air about her, like she had been burned bad. "Scout, c'mon, talk to me," she muttered, even though she couldn't feel the pulse.
She was dead.
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Post by hk47fan on Mar 28, 2007 21:55:47 GMT -4
Naos
I burst into the room, and stared down at Scout. I used the Force to try to feel something, anything. A hint of life physically or Force-wise.
There was nothing. I stared down in horror. She was dead. Scout, my best freind and the person who meant the most in my life, was now dead.
I got down on my knees at her body, right across from Jaskia.. I looked from her head to feet. She had died in torture! She deserved a much better death, she didn't deserve death at all actually.
A brutual torture I could easily tell. I knew this wasn't an execution. Couldn't be. Vader and his men had tortured her until she just couldn't take it, and she gave up.
"No!" I shouted out loud, ignoring everyone else in the room
I buried my face in her cheek as tears poured out of my eyes.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 28, 2007 22:01:21 GMT -4
Jaskia gazed at her best friend's corpse with a slightly horroed expression. She put her arm around Naos and brought his close to her, allowing him to drench her shoulder with tears.
What about Nait?
He was a stone, looking at his sister's body with an unknown expression on his face. He slowly took off his cloak, and put his over his sister, hiding her from view before Sora could get in and see.
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Post by hk47fan on Mar 28, 2007 22:09:32 GMT -4
Sora
I walked into the room, where everyone had seemed to just out of the blue run into. I looked around, not seeing anything of interest that involved Scout.
I saw Naos's head buried deep in Jaskia's shoulder, and it was wet. Nait just stood in the middle of the room with no emotion.
"What are we doing in here?" I asked Nait, confused
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 29, 2007 9:10:35 GMT -4
Ordo lifted one side of the cloth to view the victom's face. He went very still, and lowered it again. "You're girl is dead," he said softly. "This mission was a waste. Let's get out of here."
He started to the door, but Scorch appeared. nothing short of buoyant. "You should have seen their faces…" he said, trailing off. Then he noticed everyone else. "What happened?"
Ordo told him privately through the helmet comm, then radioed the base.
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Post by Revan Jast on Mar 29, 2007 12:21:27 GMT -4
Selas listened to sounds coming through the comm.
"Is she dead, Sora?"
Selas knew she wasnt. An old trick was being played here. Replaced the body with a similair looking one.
"Been there, done that." Selas muttered to himself. One problem with the Sith, he thought, was that they only knew a few tricks, and merely repeated them over and over throughout the ages.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 29, 2007 15:25:31 GMT -4
Nait, unable to look at his sister's corpse, strode over to the terminal, accessing the last video feed. Just like he thought. Vader, again. He had lost his temper. He had taken his hands and muffled her mouth and nose. An electric blue tingle ran through her body, suggesting that the 'stylish' collar around her neck was sending electric currants through her body. He watched as her eyes widened, and her face slowly turned purple with lack of oxygen to her lungs.
Vader took one hand and clutched her throat. Sound was muted on the terminal, and Nait was glad. Finally, her head went limp. The camera came in closer--probably a torture droid filming this--and announced that the girl was dead.
Vader strode out.
"Guys, look at this," Nait said. "It--It's showing her last torture session."
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Post by hk47fan on Mar 31, 2007 11:03:53 GMT -4
Sora
I knew what was going on now. Scout's body. I removed the cloak and stared at it for a moment, ignoring Naos's tears, Nait's words, or Selas's questions. I just stared at the body........
My mind flashed back to watching my father's body burn to the ground. Watching Rachea get shot and just fall to the ground.
And now here I was again. Staring at another dead body of someone I loved. The Empire had murdered someone I cared about yet again. Rachea, Jekk, nearly Fi, and now Scout! I wanted to shout out curses right here and now but I held back.
"If we leave now," I started, but not taking my eyes off of the corpse "We're taking her body with us. I'm not leaving it in the hands of Vader."
I picked up Scout's body gently, and put if over my shoulder. After I had done that, I just turned and walked out of the room.
Naos
My tears were stopping. I looked up from Jaskia's shoulder and stood straight again. Now my emotions were filled with sadness and rage. Vader had killed Scout. Killed her. Part of me wanted to blame myself for not getting here in time, but the other part put the blame on Vader.
He will die.....he will die..... I thought angrily, completely forgetting the Jedi Code
Tears still stung my eyes. I felt like I was going to be sick after someone had punched me right in the stomach.
I watched as Sora carried Scout's body out, and one more tear dropped out of my eye and onto my cheek. But in silence I followed him out of the room.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 31, 2007 14:36:32 GMT -4
Nait finally let go of his emotions. He drew back his fist, and punched the terminal, knocking the head right off of the metal hinge. His vision seemed to darken with red, and he looked at his bloody fist for a moment. He immeadiatly put his other hand down his back, right where he had scarred his sister in a lightsaber duel. He stopped for a moment as his vision returned to normal color.
I failed.
Jaskia squeezed his arm. "We'll find Vader ourselves," said Jaskia, her voice tight with rage. "We'll make him feel the pain, Nait. You'll see."
Nait looked up at her. He was almost her height, he noticed. Another half-inch, and he would be taller than her. "I don't want to stay with the crew anymore," he said bluntly. "They can work on their own, can't they?"
"They've gone long enough without us," said Jaskia. "We can't let Scout's memory die in vain. We need to find the other Jedi and lead them on an attack to the Imperial Palace. A handful of Jedi is dangerous, but if we have one hundred over one banner. Our banner! We might have a chance against Palpatine and Vader. Scout would like that plan."
Yes, she would.
Nait looked at her, and nodded. And in that nod, both of them had decided that they would leave the crew after Scout's funeral. She would be cremated. It was the Jedi Way, and Scout was the more Jedi out of all of them, now.
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Scout struggled against her restraints, trying ever so hard to reach out to the Force. But she was given that drug every hour, even though she knew it only had to be given once every meal.
She was in a newer torture chamber. Wires were inserted into her arms, and a long circular metal ring encircled her head, waist, wrists, and ankles. Little claw-like things with small plastics barbs on the end were connected to her temples. She had a strange feeling that Vader was going to electrocute her with them.
She struggled and struggled until her muscles burned with the effort. She let out the scream of a wild animal, and went limp, finally giving up. She could almost feel the glee off of the guards. She knew it wasn't the Force: it was their body language.
She was truely lost.
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