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An unfortunate Day
Misdemeanour Aeron didn't know what was going on. It was in the middle of the night and she was off duty, the first time in a couple of days and she just wanted to sleep. As she opened her eyes a whole squad of stormtroopers were standing in her room and one of them was pulling her out of her comfortable bed. The grip on her arm hurt and it certainly would leave a bruise. "Fierfrek! What by the nine Corellian Hells do you want here?" she yelled. "You come with us, Lieutenant," the trooper who had the grip on her announced. "No, certainly not," she answered, her eyes sparkling with fury. "That was not a question, ma'am," roughly he pulled her on her arm and into a standing position. "Clothe yourself properly, or we will." he said in a threatening voice under his helmet, enhanced by the vocoder. Her green eyes flashed now in anger. "Get your hands off me." "Clothe yourself, you have five minutes." "Get out of my room. Out I say. Or I so get you in trouble for taking advantage of a female officer," she stared into the black visor of the trooper who held her. The leader, standing on the left side of her capturer gestured his comrades out of the room for her to dress. At least those dumb heads have the dignity to have me dressed alone. She scowled. What the heck was going on? Aeron hadn't done anything wrong, at least she couldn't think of anything. And she was a halfway decent pilot what proved her skills, was her adeptness in training missions and the amount of kills she tallied up as a result. Halfway decent didn't meet it, she was a good pilot, among the best around. They had no reason to treat her like that. None at all. And still they sent her a squad of stormies. What have I done? Quickly she slipped into her uniform, pooled on the floor where she had dropped it in the evening. She didn't want to let them wait too long. She didn't dare to have them come back in and dress her. That might end ugly. For her. Even with her work outs and trainings in self defence she had no chance against four soldiers in their full armour. One of the troopers stepped into her room. "Time's up. Get moving." From the sound of the command it was the squad's leader. Again he tried to grab after her arm though she slipped out of his range. "Don't you dare to touch me." The fury in her eyes must have stopped him since he did not dare to step any closer. "Get moving, scum." He gestured with his hand for her to move outside. She stopped when she heard how he called her. "How dare you, for you it is still Lieutenant. You're forgetting your place." "No you are. And now come and stop wasting my time. You're brought before the Captain, he has some questions for you." Ignoring her he again got a hold on her upper arm, being additionally rough, to show her who is the boss right now. "I told you not to touch me," Aeron complained. "And I tell you again, you've nothing to say. Shut the hell up." He pushed her out of the room and dragged her down the corridor toward the detention area. Aeron hadn't any other chance then but to follow. Aeron was pushed into a white, bright room with two chairs and a table in the middle. Forcefully the stormtropper made her sit down in one of them and then secured her wrists with shackles on the arm rest. "What the hell?" Aeron complained but was not heard. The trooper left the room and closed the door behind him. She was alone now, bound to a chair. Aeron felt the fury about this all in her. Still she had no idea what this was all about. Nobody had talked with her yet. She only knew that usually only very dangerous persons were shackled in the detention room, or traitors to the empire. It seemed to take forever till her Captain walked into the room. He had a brown folder with him. Despite the shackles Aeron sat up straighter and more formal. Expectantly she looked at him. "Lieutenant Aeron?" "Yes, Sir?" As if wouldn't he know me. Bastard. she thought. He nodded and sat down on the other chair. "Well, it seems your mate deserted you." "My mate?" "Don't play stupid with me. Yes, your mate. Tuskers. As if you don't know." Aeron's eyes shot open in shock. Tuskers? Deserted? When? What?! Her mate? Where did he go- at least not in a long time. Aeron remembered fondly the days and weeks the Distar Squadron was stationed on her ship. At that time she had met him and it was a good time. Months later her Commanding Officer, the Captain who was now interrogating her, had asked her out. She had turned him down, she had no interest in him. As an excuse she had told him she was in a relationship. And obviously he now assumed-. "Sir, I've not heard of Tuskers in a long time." "And there was never such thing as the Death Star, sure Lieutenant. We found in your room an unregistered comm. Where is he and when are you supposed to meet up with him?" "Sir, I have no unregistered comm.. Just the one I got provided from the Empire." "But we found one. A squad searched your room. You can't deny it. And now I want to know when you intended to run yourself, scum." Aeron jerked her arms up, restrained by the shackles. She was beyond furious now. How dare he? "I've not done anything. And you know that." "You dare to deny the proof we found?" he yelled at her, rising from his seat. Angrily he pushed the table out of the way. Aeron stared up to him. How I'd love to break your nose you idiotic fool. Though she was helpless. "And not only do you intend to run to this scum, no, it's even worse you stole our transponder codes." Now he is gone mad. Aeron just looked at him disbelievingly. "I- what?!" "Our transponder codes got copied from an unknown - well not unknown anymore - person. I want to know where were you supposed to meet up with Tuskers? Whom did you want to sell them to? Don't play stupid with me or it gets nasty." "I have NO idea what you're talking about. What the hell would I want with your transponder codes? Nor did I know what Tuskers was and is up to. The news that he ran from the Empire; you told me. I have not heard that before." "More lies. What else should I have expected from you?" "I don't know what you expected - couple weeks ago a dinner and probably more, but not with me. Is it that? You still have a grudge against me, 'cause I did not play along?" she dared to say. "How dare you, you little filthy scum?" She knew he was now really enraged. Aeron saw how the emotions played over his face, how his jaw clenched and the veins on his throat stuck out. She expected him to lose his temper but he still managed to hold it together. Though his hand was balled up to a fist. "I'm not that wrong, am I?" Aeron didn't care anymore, her fate was sealed the moment he walked into the room, suspecting her to be a traitor. She imagined two outcomes, either they twisted the proof that she was guilty and therefore already dead or they noticed too late she was not and nonetheless dead. His fist connected with her jaw, making her head fly to the side. "Wow, someone might think you hit like a girl," she taunted. His reaction was just another smack, this time from the other direction. "Tell me rebel scum, where are the codes?" "There are no codes," her eyes hardened. Her face hurt from the hits but she was too proud to show it after all she provoked him into doing that. "Stop lying since I know you have them. You go to your scum friends and plan something major, I want to know what it is!" Aeron didn't answer him. She just looked at him. He wouldn't believe her anyway so it did not really matter. She submitted to her fate. The captain asked her again and let out his anger on her body. At some point she did not manage to hold back her tears anymore or the moans of pain now and then. She didn't remember how long the beating went on, but at some point she passed out. As she regained her consciousness again, new instruments had been installed. An interrogation droid was hovering in the room. What comes now, not enough? Aeron couldn't really feel her body anymore, it probably was a mess of broken bones and split open skin. There wasn't really much left that they could do to her, except the final blow. When will it end? It didn't take long till she passed out again. She felt cold and every single fibre in her body hurt. Am I even awake? She felt a warm presence in the far distance, familiar, comfortable. There were other presences, closer. It confused her. Her eyes were closed, weren't they? Am I dead? Is this what happens to you when you die? And then everything drifted away again. Aeron did not know how much time had passed but she felt miserable. She couldn't move, not really, and if then just with pain. "Take it easy, little one," a male voice whispered. "You've had some serious beating there. Someone was very pleased with you obviously." Aeron stilled immediately. She did not know the voice. "Don't be scared, little one. All will be fine. The worst is over. They will not find you here. Your imperial friends will consider you dead by now. Was pretty nice of them to dump you so close to my door step. Someone must love you up there - if you believe in such thing as heaven and hell. "Don't talk little one, you still have a lot of healing to do and your body will be marked for the rest of your life I fear. I have not got the necessary stuff to avoid that, I'm sorry for that. "My name is Krop'tor, I live around here, doing this and that, I can show you and train you for that. You certainly have some fire in you for that - surviving such a nice imperial treatment." |
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- Volk Malreaux
Niceposted Oct 8, 2009 1:00 PM | Report Abuse - Tuskers
You continue to write amazing stories. Great job.posted Jan 5, 2009 7:16 AM | Report Abuse
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