Stolen

[Tear]

Why?

One had acted on arrogance or perhaps it was just duty and loyalty to try and protect what was already taken. But the other… She heard his words. Why would she continue to endanger the child, the life, the innocence that grew within? A mothers instinct to preserve her child perhaps…if so her instincts had betrayed this time.

Blackness contracted into a tight circle before, with a flash of pink swelled in size, giving insight to things unheard or smelled. A single blink of an eye and you would have missed him. From the moment the soldier appeared his intent was clear. He was a bodyguard, his life wasn’t his own but belonged to that he protected and he would protect her to the end. I wonder if his choice would change if he knew the consequence of his actions. Tears body blurred and bolted to the side as the cone of energy tore through flooring and bulkhead alike in his place. A spattering of red bolts rained over the his position just the same pelting the flaming debris and sharp shards of durasteel that had been peppered up into the air.

This is what you wanted. This was your choice. You did this. You will know the faults of your choices, the pain…the Sorrow. Soft pink lips slid back to reveal a row of bone white teeth, a snarl. Cold winter blue eyes centered on the woman, and with a wink she would feel the pain she had brought upon herself… to her child. Hands raised into the air like claws and several of Lady Kyryanu’s protectors were uprooted, ripping the flooring up with them, pausing for a moment before being snapped away like an elastic stretched to far. Their destination the unwelcome protector, who’s weapon had now been ruthlessly tore from his grip by an invisible hand.

“Its times like these.” Tear turned and gave a nod toward his troops. They knew what was about to come. “Actions that decide our fate. Or is it fate that decides our actions?” A black gloved finger moved to the comm switch on his wrist and tapped it twice in a casual fashion. “Maybe it will be me that effects both your actions and your fate?” Reaching out Tear took hold of a mangled bulkhead and braced him self. “Personally I think it’s the latter.” The surroundings suddenly jolted and the now mangled corpse of a ship screamed as metal grinded over metal. The Interdictor had lowered the gravity plating in the shuttle bay so when the ship jumped into hyperspace there was a noticeable effect. Not so noticeable as if it was low enough to turn everyone in the bay into a pasty red stain but noticeable enough to send someone standing hurdling back with enough force to break more then a few bones, that is, if they weren’t ready.

[Khendon Sevon]

Jag’s eyes expanded in aw and understanding, a Sith! He would have spat at the man if his mask weren’t securely fastened to his head. The Federal Storm Guard’s jaw tightened in resolve as he unleashed the full fury of his rifle.

The trooper realized too late that his weapon had been dragged from his grasp by an invisble force. He grimaced at the unseen powers that now displayed themselves. The well trained soldier quickly retrived his sidearm and tightened his grasp on the weapon. His suit’s gravity controles virtually adhered the blaster to his palm.

With the trained skill of a marksman, Jag fired at Kyry’s assailant. A sudden mental warning claxon alerted him to a fast motion occuring on his left side and he instinctivley activated his thrusters. A burst of blue energy sent the man into the wall, his legs clinging to the durasteel as if he were a spider.

From his new position Jag fired two flash bangs. The disorienting devices errupted only inches away from his suit, creating a loud booming sound and horrible, harsh light. Filters quickly applied themselves to the Guard’s suit. As he adjusted his position on the wall an indicator switched to on in his mental H.U.D. An enomoloy had just occurred, gravity was shifting. The trooper’s suit adjusted its hold on the hull.

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Rahgus turned as he heard the loud erruption of a flash bang. He tensed his muscles and shot forward with lighning speed, his enhanced armor carrying him towards Jag’s position. His rough voice growled over the comm. channel, “Jag! Jag, report in!”

[Transil Gantar]

"That works."

He rolled across the floor as the dogs attacked him with heavy lasers. Their weapons would blast right through his armor so he had to be careful. Rolling across the ground, he crouched down behind some cover and wiated for them to stop firing. Even machines had to run out of ammo eventually. Nothing had a continuous stream of ammunition. Then, suddenly, two of the dogs were lifted off the ground and thrown against the wall.

"Interesting. You didn't tell me you were a Force User."

Staying hidden behind his cover, he wondered why he had not gotten armor suited for both purposes. Perhaps because there was no need at the time. He poked his head out to look at the remaining two Dogs, but they promptly focused on where his head was and he ducked back. For all of the things he wished he had, grenades was one of them. A lot of grenades.

"Don't suppose you could do that again, sir?"

[Kyryanu Sevon]

Her jade eyes had caught sight of the black-clad Imperial's movements, and Kyry fell to her knees, cradling her stomach as she felt what was left of her ship shake terribly. The remaining UCRMs were thrown to the deck, scrambling to gain purchase. In their efforts, however, one of the dogs twisted into it's comrade, sending a razor sharp blade into the underside of the mech's jaw.

With a mechanical screech, the skewered dog fell to the deck, its body unmoving and dragging the other with it. Synapses severed and controls blocked, the thing involuntarily began firing, letting loose with an uncontrolled salvo - right into the dog which had been pulled down. The bolts cut a swathe across the room, ripping up already destroyed decking until it met the last dog. Blasterbolts tore into the thing, pounding it down into the deck without mercy.

With a cry, Kyry made herself as flat to the deck as possible as the barrel swung around, sending brilliant scarlet bolts over her head. She crawled then, making her way as quickly as she could to where the firing dog lay, unresponsive to any sort of command from either her or itself, and reaching her metal arm out, Kyry took it's neck in a vice-like grip. With the whine of tiny servos, her fingers constricted, and wrenching, she pulled the dog's head clean off.

The blasterfire stopped instantly.

One hand still cradling her stomach while the other held the dog's head, Kyry scooted herself as far back into the room as she could possibly get; her red hair falling in her face, her clothes soot-stained and torn in places.

It had all happened so fast, that she could do nothing now. The head dropped from her metal hand, and as she hit the far bulkhead, Kyry pulled one of her pistols from its' holsters to hold it limply in her lap.

And probably for the first time in her life, Kyryanu Sevon felt the first bits of fear seep into her body. Fear for her baby, fear of what would happen; never before had she felt such a thing.

Khendon...

[Tear]

He had seen it before the colors of battle. Brilliant oranges and reds flashed into existence briefly as flame only to bend and swirl into a soft wisp of smoke. Not many people could find the beauty of battle or the graceful play of death and life. It was invigorating, probably because it was the only time a man had a decent say in the effect of his actions weather it be his death or salvation.

Tears shoulder impacted hard into the charred flooring of Kyryanu’s ship. A quick roll guided his body behind the mangled creation of bulkhead and steel he had been using to keep his balance only moments before. Light thuds and splashes of sparks jumped from behind as several blaster bolts found their way to his cover.

Like a predator peering through blades of grass, Tear caught sight of his prey from the corner of his eye. Crawling away… like prey should. The Imperial felt his blood warm and tingle as an almost irresistible urge to give chase began to race through his adrenaline filled body.

Tear turned as a familiar voice came through enhanced by the commlink in his ear. “A force user? I prefer the term tactically enlightened.” The colonel commented jokingly. As the words passed from Tears lips his eyes slid shut, concentrating on the fray behind him. He could feel it all…the bodyguard clinging to the side of a wall like a spider. His hatred was dimming his wits too focused on protecting the prey, to see the bigger picture of events occurring around him. The lifeless silhouettes of the robotic dogs, still and unmoving their bodies crippled and smoldering.

“Gantar, that guard has probably called for back up, so expect reinforcements to begin spilling through that corridor. Kill them all.” Tears voice growled angrily with the simple order. A flash of intense light tore through the room in an instant. Tears arm was quickly raised to his eyes in a somewhat vain attempt to shield them but providing some protection none the less. The guard made his first mistake. “Gantar cover fire now!” He knew his troops were wearing helmets that could filter out the intense light, Tear also figured the elite guard would have his own devices, therein was his mistake.

Tear didn’t need to wait for technology to filter light. He could see the room, shadows and highlights of blue all shimmering and pulsing together to give form to the room and those within. The seeing with the limits he was born with, the limits of those under him. Tear was using the gifts infused within him and was sensing his surroundings.

A quick hiss of breath was sucked into the soldier’s lungs as he sprang from cover, his body casting shadows in every direction as the bright light burned in contrast to his dark form. Muscles burned and strained, body and limbs blurring in movement as he pushed himself hard. Hearing the pang and thud of blaster bolts singing into the bulkheads and flooring alike around him as he moved through the room. The intense light faded as quickly as it came, dousing the room in complete darkness, until those with the ability of technology re-filtered the light.

She would have heard him. Smelled the ozone of his saber as it sizzled into the air. Finally she would see him, his form clad in black armor, looming defiantly over her curled up figure. Tear took a heavy step toward his wounded prey, noting the metallic glint of a barrel being pointed at him as he did so. Kneeling down low, Tear let the weapon hover mere inches from his lips as he began to speak...

“I warned you.” Tears eyes blinked briefly as the soft feel of warm liquid began to drip from his right eye. Tear looked down as the gentle drop fell against his glove, a speck of red splattered gently against a background of black leather. The armored clad soldier looked back up as a second tear of blood fell from his opposite eye. A small smile pulled at his lip’s, as he looked at the woman her face a contrast of shadows, and shimmering blue.

Tears words came in the softest whisper, but with the hiss of something deadly and uncaring. “You have two options now. One, you fight on in some vain, futile attempt that you may suceed in escaping my grasp. But I promise you, if you do manage some escape I will not hunting you and there will never be a place safe from me. Not even your beloved husband will keep me from you.” Tear blinked slowly before continuing.

“The second option…you tell your men to stand down and be taken by my troops. If you do this I will save the life of your child. If you don’t it will die here and now.” Tears black glove rose up, fingers slightly spread and reaching out toward Kyryanu’s stomach, the glove was already stained with his own blood and depending on what the woman’s answer was it could be stained with that of another.

[Transil Gantar]

Transil sliced a hand down through the air at the order from Tear and his men, all very well trained thankfully, opened fire. Had he had a blaster in hand he would have fired too, but he did not. What he had in his hands were two blades built for slicing things up and dicing things if you wanted to say that. They could easily sever through bone and muscle tissue with only the slightest effort on his part. The man that had made them had done a very superior job. It was a wonder that the bounty hunter that killed him hadn't had the man make him a new set of armor and weapons. Surely they would have been better than the bounty hunter's own.

"Keep it up people. No one gets through that hall."

He looked over at where Tear was over against the wall, speakingg fervently to the woman. Likely asking for a settlement on the issue, he thought. The woman would be wise to take the settlement instead of trying to fight any longer. There was no way she was going to get out of this alive otherwise. At least her child wouldn't. She might but the baby would be killed, most likely. A sad thing to see a wife wasted because someone was too full of pride.

He bolted from his position and ran immediately over to where Tear was. Perhaps another figure there would only influence the point that she should give in to their demands. The blaster bolts narrowly missed him, but his men were good enough not to hit him. If they had hit him he would have been dead instantly. He was in serious need of some new armor. For blasters instead of blades this time. If he was going to fill his position here in the Imperial Armed Forces he needed to be prepared to play the part as best he could be.

"Everything under control, sir?"

[Kyryanu Sevon]

For the first time in her 27 years in this galaxy, Kyry was frozen. Her mind refused to work, and in turn her body remained still. There had always been options that allowed her the benefit, always a way out. but now things had changed so completely her mind couldn't seem to comprehend everything. Her hand still held the gun in her lap, but her grip was loose, weak. She was powerless to stop the man who now knelt before her. If not for the child growing within her, she would have taken his head in her prosthetic hand and crushed it without thinking.

But that was not the situation in which she found herself now. Now, she carried another life - a life that she and Khendon had created.

She met the gaze of the Imperial kneeling before her, and in seemingnly childish awe, watched tears of blood trickle down his cheeks. Her paralysis coupled with this new display numbed her mind, and Kyry couldn't help but feel tears of her own well up in her jade eyes. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run. She had been the one to destroy her own protectors - even if it was for her own safety. She knew she'd only further cemented her capture, and in the pit of her stomach she felt utterly helpless.

And now, sitting on the deck with her back against the bulkhead, Kyryanu Sevon was frozen, unable to move for fear of the gloved hand at her swollen midsection. And it was that that scared her most of all.

In a whisper, only one word seemed to break free of the paralysing fear that had conquered her body.

"Why... "

[Tear]

Tears armored body rose slowly, defiantly. Tears of red continued to roll down his cheeks and over his the grinning lips. The pink of his tongue quickly shot over the deep crimson, slowing to take in the warm metallic taste. He still couldn’t see her, in the physical sense, the flash bang made sure of that. But he didn’t need the sense of sight to see she was beaten and afraid. She sat still, curled up against the bulkhead, like the prey she was.

“Why…” Her soft voice whispered, her trembling lips barely able to produce the small word.

The blue of Tears surroundings rippled slightly, a wake caused by someone approaching. The colonel’s lips curled into a snarl in response before realizing the familiar presence, of his own teammate Transil. Sensing with the force was a taxing task to perform and he had kept it up for far too long, his surroundings were beginning to blur into a slurry of impressions. It was becoming disorienting to say the least, especially with a firefight raging on around them.

"Everything under control, sir?"

Tears neck canted to the side before nodding certainly. “Everything is fine. Primary target has been neutralized. Take out her remaining bodyguards. I want their leader taken alive…”

Tears hand upturned and pulled back causing Kyryanu’s weapon to jump from its resting-place into his firm grasp.

“Use your discretion for the rest. Take the survivors, including mrs.Sevon here, to the interrogation room when this conflict has been resolved. I’m leaving the rest of this fight in your dedicated hands Transil, I know you wont disappoint.” Tear took a step back staggering slightly. A hand was quick to reach out and balance himself on a near by piece of mangled bulkhead. For a moment he paused, fingers caressing his temple lightly before slipping away from the wreckage that was a ship and heading toward the medical lab.

[Transil Gantar]

"Consider it taken care of."

Transil put two fingers up in the air, spun them twice, then pointed to the far side of the opening. Two of his troopers moved forward and bolted across to take their positions. Motioning again, two more troopers moved to the near side of the opening. One of them handed Transil a blaster rifle and he checked it over to make sure everything was in order. When he was absolutely sure it was, he moved over to join the two nearest troopers. Motioning for them to listen in, he activated his comm.

"Listen up. This is gonna be complicated. I believe they have this opening covered heavily. As such, any attempt to stand in it continuously will only get you killed. We're going to do this right. Every man will move through the area of the opening, one at a time, at a constant speed. They will fire continuously until they reach the other side. I'll go first, then follow my lead."

Cocking and loading his weapon a second time just to make sure, he braced himself against the wall. At a ready signal from the other side, he counted down from three, then moved. Pointing his gun out the opening and moving at a fast speed walk, he concentrated his fire in the general direction of the enemy. As he did so, he picked out the leader among them for future reference. As he passed to the other side, one of them men on that side moved out and began the same procedure.

"Man closest to our troops on the other side is the leader. We want him alive."

[Kyryanu Sevon]

She sat, watching in near-disbelief as the officer in black disappeared from the wrecked and mangled frame of her once sleek ship. Her weapon gone; taken by the Sovereign Imperial, there was nothing else close by that she would be able to reach in time. Nothing she could adequately defend herself with against the Force-user.

For a few seconds Kyry sat, in a sort of daze while the Sovereign soldiers began outlying their plans to take the Federal Guardsmen; or whoever was left.

A fist clenched then. Jade green eyes seemed to spit fire from their very depths, and the fear that had been written across her face was replaced with righteous anger. How dare these people use her as a means to hurt someone? She was not a tool; not an instrument used with which to gain an advantage over another.

Rising silently, she gripped what was left of the dog's head, her prosthetic fingers wrapping tightly around the neck cords and cables.

Bringing her arm back, Kyry tensed her muscles, releasing as much power as she could muster into a vicious attack, using the UCRM head as a mace, she aimed for the closest Sovereign trooper...

[Transil Gantar]

Transil had a sudden feeling that something bad was going to happen as he stood there watching his troops pick off the enemy. Though the enemy were supposed to be very good, and they were (he'd commend them if it were them on his side), but his troops were very well trained and very well handled. The enemy was dwindling in numbers and their leader would be theirs in moments. Back to the feeling, Transil ducked to one knee and pivoted around, sword suddenly back in his hand and the tip of it pointed right at her bulging stomach. It was the only weakness she had.

"You don't want to do that. Trust me. I will not hesitate to use this sword to relieve you of your offspring."

What he said was exactly the truth. If it came down to it, he would use his weapons to do what he said he would. She would no longer have to worry about kids. That is, if she survived the strike. His swords were extremely sharp and culd cut through many things. Her bones would not be able to stop the blades cut. She would die a slow and painful death should she continue.

"Back off now and you won't be harmed. Continue to try your luck and you won't be so lucky. I am not a man to be tested."

[Kyryanu Sevon]

It was too late to stop the swing, even as he spoke. Fingers letting go of the dog's head, Kyry lashed her metal arm out, catching the blade with the palm of her hand and gripping tightly. She felt nothing in the way of pain, as she'd declined the sensory input program for the prosthetic, and with a choked snarl, pulled as hard as she could, hoping to wrench the weapon away from the Imperial.

She felt as tears trickled slowly from her eyes, and gritting her teeth to keep from simply breaking down and crying, Kyry did her best to remain absolute. But the situation had come to a head, and she knew that no matter what she did there was no way to save herself.

She was already in the belly of the beast.

[Tear]

A series of highly charged EMP waves bounced through the dark interrogation room. A short muffled scream reverberated likewise off the small room’s walls. Liquid fell in drop from a needle tip that had just injected a serum into its victims body. The serum dissolves memory cells leaving the victim devoid of memory. The times usually reliant on the amount of serum injected.

“Anything electronic, anything not natural in his body I want it destroyed or removed. Damage organs, cripple his body but remove it. Leave him a gibbering mess but leave him alive. When you’re done drop him off in an escape pod bearing a federacy distress signal.” Tear turned and left the room. A Federacy beacon in the middle of space would generally be like finding a diamond in a mountain of snow. But for a man like Khendon who’s wife meant more then life it’ll be like black ink spilled over white paper.

The last body guard, apparently the leader of them was still breathing and Tear intended to keep it that way…that is if you could regard him as living after all the inorganic devices are removed or disabled. In Tears mind leaving the man to be recovered by Khendon with his mind wiped of the memories of what had just happened may just be frustrating enough to make Khendon kill him. If not it was still a good way of letting Khendon get the picture that his wife hadn’t just disappeared but was abducted by someone.

A soft white light surrounded Kyry like a pillar from heaven. Soft flecks of dust glittered and fell like warm snow around her hunched body that even though bound was leaning limp away from the special chair. In the darkness just in front of her a man sat on the edge of a table his legs dangling freely over the edge. A white halo wrapped around his forehead and eyes with fresh stains of blood dried over his cheeks and neck.

Even though physically blind for the moment Tears sight was more empowered then any normal mans. A silhouette of blue radiated over the woman’s form, the folds in the and the thicket parts of her body were darker shades then the rest of her. Using the force to sense his surroundings was natural but having it focused for such long periods of time were beginning to test the strain on an already weary body.

“Wake up sunshine…” A small bit of pink flesh was flicked toward the woman striking her forehead and leaving a bloody smear before falling into her lap. “Your captain wanted a word before he left. I told him I’d give you the message.”

Tear slid like a serpent from the table he was sitting on and began to slowly stalk toward the woman. His bandaged and bloody face peering cautiously into the light around Kyry like some sort of Demon afraid of the light. “Let’s have our words now…” A smile curved over Tears lips. The light above Kyry flickered suddenly, pausing for a moment like there was a chance it could keep the woman safe from the demon that circled in the shadows but again the light faltered only to blink out totally this time swallowing Kyryanu into a belly of darkness.

Her screams echoed each other in the darkness, an effort in futility but Tear would be kind enough to relay the message. Before the escape pod bearing the single surviving bodyguard was dropped off a short recording was made and left in the same pod. After series of pain personified screams two words were whispered at the end of the tape…

“Got her.”