Conspiracy of three (Closed)

[Shara Rezner]

Aboard the darkened bridge of the Dragon Soul at The Sith Empire launch pad…

:: Shara looked out of the observation deck of the ship, her eyes scanning across the magenta sky surrounding the Sith Empire base. The launch proceedings were almost complete and everything was going as planned…

Lieutenant Bardock: “Ma’am, we’re almost ready to take off.”
Shara: “Is everything in order, Bardock?”
Lieutenant Bardock: “Yes, ma’am.”
Shara: “It better be, I don’t want anything to go wrong, do you understand?”
Lieutenant Bardock: “Yes, of course, ma’am.”

Shara strolled slowly around the deck, her patience beginning to nag at her a little more than usual. Her plan had gone well into action and the first step (http://pub4.ezboard.com/fsithempire76244frm11.showMessage?topicID=565.topi c) had went very well. Although observed by some, Shara was very confident in the fact that they would be too intoxicated by alcohol to react to the disappearance of Arriana.

A low mumble came from across the room as the tape began to wear from the girls mouth. ::

[Arriana Rezner]

< Squirming in the chair she had been tied to, Arriana mumbled through the black tape that had been stuck over her mouth, some words becoming distorted.

“-ou can’t kee- me –ear! Wha- do yo- wa-t with me?!”

The strange woman prodded her aggressively in the chest with the un-ignited hilt of a light sabre. Grimacing, Arriana tried to move away; but the shackles holding her in place weren’t budging.

“There’s no use tying to get out of those” she said gruffly, pushing the chair backwards with a loud screech, “Just sit tight and keep your whiny mouth SHUIT!”

Her final words were hissed out with a long stress on the S of shut. Groaning loudly, Arriana rolled her eyes then closed them, not having the strength to rip the metal shackles away.

This is just great… she thought, sighing heavily as she heard a message coming over the Comm. Link.

Bardock- Shara, we’re making the final preparations, expect take off very soon.
Shara- Excellent..

Arriana opened her eyes, her heart thudding as she saw the 2 guards who had taken her away in the first place re-entering view.

“Alpha, Beta, take good care of our little friend.” Laughed Shara, exiting the bridge and leaving Arriana with the two guards, both armed, and undoubtedly dangerous >

[Sepira Maguana]

:: Sepira sat in the main chamber of the Dragon Soul, a game of Holochess set up infront of him.

Why excactly are we here?
Don't ask me..
Aren't you supposed to know these things?
You're talking to yourself again!
Oh....!... right!

Rising to his feet, Sepira looked around the room. It all looked very plain. Shara had said it would be nice, and that Arriana would be here. He wasn't liking this one bit.

Aren't I supposed to be engaged in battle with some ...warriors now?
You know you don't actually do that, you just pretend you do.
Liar!
When was the last time you fought, then?
...
Excactly.

Sepira shook his head, growling at his own self pity. He frowned.

Sleep..
..Fine!

He lay down on the carboard-like bed, rolling onto his side, trying to get some sleep ::

[Mari Bean]

*Mari dashes down the hallway leading to the shipyards, Trace's arm still in her iron grip. She was raging inside, a fiery burning that incinerated all other feeling, any jealousy from before, or any fear of what might happen. Someone took one of the Sith, her extended family. And they would pay.

She and Trace reach the shipyards to see a large ship take off from a launching pad and speed out of the atmosphere. They rush to her YT-2000, and Mari pulls out a datapad, pressing a button to lower the ramp. The enter the Mors Dominae and jet down the corridor towards the cockpit, nearly running over a confused R2-D564. Mari leaps into the pilot's chair straping herself in. Her fingers fly to the main ignition, and then to the throttle, not even bothering to look and see if Trace was properly straped in. The Mors Dominae zipped out of the shipyards, following Arriana and her captors.*

[Trace Sha]

:: They had just reached the ship after witnessing the scene at <a href=http://pub4.ezboard.com/fsithempire76244frm11.showMessage?topicID=565.topi c>Rama’s</a>. His arm was still throbbing and burning from the near death grip she had dragged him here with, but he was just as determined as she seemed to be to help find out what exactly was going on with the young disciple, whom he had spent a few afternoons with getting to know at Rama’s in previous days.

He was just getting up to the co-pilot’s chair when the ship suddenly lurched forward, leaving the landing pad at a blistering pace. Mari proving that she remembered the flying lessons he had given her well. Even under what appeared to be a time of duress and concern as he saw it written on her face as they traveled to the vessel. Falling to the deck behind the chair, he reached out and grabbed for the closest thing he could wrap his hand around, but could find nothing but the smooth surfaces of the deck as he slid backwards, his head bouncing off the wall and busting open from the impact.

Everything became blurry and his vision went black as he slipped into unconsciousness, his head wound only bleeding somewhat as he went limp on the floor of the craft. ::

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[Arriana Rezner]

< Arriana knew shouting and screaing wouldn't be useful in this situation. She observed the two guards beside her, they both seemed to be young, possibly Jedi as she could sense a little amount of force in them.
It was only now that Arriana realised what her situation was. She was currently shackled, by hands and feet, to a metal chair. The chair, although not bolted to the floor, looked very sturdy and unbreakable. Her mouth was covered by a 5 inch strip of black masking tape.

Her only hope, from where she saw it, was to use the comm. pad in her pocket to send a message to the Empire and hopefully get some back-up. However, getting it out of her pocket was going to be a little hard with hands and feet tied. >

[Shara Rezner]

:: Shara lightly held the brandy glass in her hand, swirling the liquid around aimlessly and spilling a few droplets over the top every so often. She leant back, relaxing on the comfortable chairs of the Dragon Soul's sub-deck. It had been quite a long time since Shara had been abord the ship, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to get off the ship.
The door to her cabin slid open and in walked Sepira.

Sepira - Shara, why am I here and not back in Bérona slaughtering the resistance?

Shara - You are here because you will gain a lot from being here. Be patient and in time you will have your Arriana, and I, I shall have my planet.

Sepira - ... your planet?

Shara - Didn't I tell you? Oh well, you get Arriana, and I get Bérona.

Sepira drew back in slight shock, raising his fist.

Shara - Now, now.. you'll still be in charge..

A small grin widened over Sepira's face as he heard the words 'in charge'.

Shara - Yes.. I thought you'd like that.

Smiling almost serpent like, Shara turned her head, staring out into the deep, maroon sky ::

[Mari Bean]

*The black of space greets the corners of her eyes as she scans the control panel, searching for a radar of some sort, something with which she could track the ship that held Arriana. She turns with her mouth open to speak, when she realizes that Trace is not occupying the co-pilot's chair. A panic rises in her chest as she turns to scan the cockpit, and seizes in her throat when she sees his unconscious form lying on the floor. She hurridly unstraps herself from her chair, yelling for her astromech droid to take over the main controls. Several low beeps and whistles later, Mari has the little droid somehow 'plugged' in to the cockpit, and supposedly following the other ship as Mari goes to Trace's aid.

She falls to her knees beside him, and puts a hand on his chest. After finding that he still breathes, she pats him down for his medkit, something of which she should probably acquire for herself sometime in the future. Gently pulling him away from the wall, she opens the kit and stares at the contents, unsure of what to do. An idea hits her and she leaps up, rushing to her quarters on the ship with a piece of cloth in hand. She wets it in the sink of the fresher, and hurries back to Trace. She washes off his blood matted hair gently, and looks at the kit, grabbing a small tube. Pulling out a compress, she squeezes the bacta onto the bandage and places it on his head. Smiling with weak confidence, she checks for other injuries and finds no more damage to his person.

She finds herself near tears for some reason, tears of anger at being so brash that she had injured Trace. She hopes that his head injury would not affect his mind, for he had already more than once revealed his feelings for her, and she didn't want it to change...

Her anger, and her connection with the Darkside, help her to get Trace to what she now called his quarters on her ship, and into a bunk, sans his jacket, which was now hanging on a peg across the room. She lays down next to him, on top of the blankets, with her hand on his chest and her forehead to his cheek, sending him her thoughts through darkness.*

I am sorry. Please be alright... My heart...

[Trace Sha]

:: In a hazy state he saw images before his eyes. He was back on the lush green planet, where he had first met the petite Sith Knight named Mari Lorica, walking through the door of the Inn. The wave of emotion he felt from that first sighting seemed to wash through him again, just as it had then, when he saw her standing injured, dazed and taking on an entire bar full of beings out to have their way with her and her possessions.

Still in his unconscious dream state, he remembers carrying her back to their waiting ships, as she lie in his arms, suffering from the effects of some alien poison. Another of the memories, that brought a sense of feeling to his heart and mind that nothing else had since his awakening from cryo-freezing by his brother Rama.

His memories of the not so distant past, jump forward and he is lying in the bed on board Mari’s spacecraft, recovering from burn injuries to his face after a skirmish with some malcontent civilians from the planet TSE occupied. The hazy memories began to fade and become clear, just as his eyes fluttered open and he saw the familiar ceiling within the quarters he occupied while on Mari’s ship.

There was warmth on his chest and face and a scent that was familiar to him as he breathed slowly. He knew she was there with him, but he was confused as to how he had gotten here. Were they still on their way back from the planet she had crashed on, had his memories of the bar scene with Arriana been nothing more than some kind of illusion or dream?

Lifting his left hand from his side, he looked a it and saw the scars from where he had cut himself while angered by how Mari had reacted to seeing him drinking at Rama’s with Arriana across the table from him. The scars were a fact that made him believe that the past events as he remembered them had occurred. He lowered his hand to the warm spot on his chest, covering Mari’s hand upon it, his vision almost completely cleared, but his head pounding horribly in pain. ::

“How did I end up here?”

[Mari Bean]

*She feels him move, and she lifts her head as he puts his hand on hers. A warm smile lights up her face as she gazes at the pale Sith knight, her eyes sparkling with relief, and she pushes up to her knees to loom over Trace. Dark brown hair falls around her face, bathing it in shadow, as she begins to explain what happened.*

"It seems that I was a little too... enthusiastic about helping Arriana... I guess I didn't wait for you to properly strap in before I took off... You have a nasty bump on your head..."

*She trails off, slightly embarassed at her accident, but even more relieved that he recovered from his concussion so quickly. The smile that is on her face slides off, and is replaced by her normal expressionless mask, but the mask failed to hide the affection in her eyes. Her hand moves of it's own accord and strokes the side of his face before touching her thumb to her palm and waving it in front of his face.*

"You still look a little cross-eyed... How many fingers am I holding up?"

[Arriana Rezner]

< Her eyes were dreary as she stared forward at the metal door she had begun to know so well. For almost a day now she had been sitting staring at it, wondering if it would ever open, and if it did, whether the person opening it would bring good or bad news.

Her mouth was so dry and her stomach rumbled loudly as she squirmed in the chair. Her only way of keeping herself busy was to observe the variety of small insects crawling around at her feet and trying to label them as a certain species.
Exciting.. >

[Trace Sha]

:: Looking up at her, struggling slightly trying to focus he replies with an unsure tone. ::

“Three?”

:: His head was still pounding hard and the pain was great but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think about what was happening to Arri right this moment, but looking up into Mari’s eyes brought him great confusion. For what he saw was something he had not seen before, actual signs of affection towards him. He found himself so very lost as to what all they had been through in the past and what his future may hold. ::

[Mari Bean]

*A grin comes to her face and she thumps the side of his head with a knuckle, and chuckles when he grimaces.*

"Wrong... And because of that, you're staying in here, in bed for a little while... Are there any pain-killers in that medkit of yours?"

*She gets off of the bunk, and looks around before remembering that she had left the medkit in the cockpit. Glancing at Trace once, she opens the door to his quarters and exits, jogging down the corridor. The door at the end of it slides open at a touch and she scoops up the medkit, looking quickly at the status of the ship. Remembering most of what Trace taught her, she can tell that the status hadn't changed since she last checked and that they were still in pursuit of the other ship. Jogging back to Trace's quarters, she opens the door, and walks quickly to the bed. She sits down again and holds the medkit out to Trace.*

"If you can actually see what's in here, can you tell me what you think might relieve some of the pain?"

[Trace Sha]

:: He reaches up and clumsily fumbles through the med kit, removing the hypo spray applicator and a small tube. He attempts to insert the tube into the receptacle in the hypo spray until and finds that his lack of focus prevents him as the tube rolls out of his hand and falls on the bed. He stabs at it with a grab trying to catch it, but ends up with nothing but air as it rolls off the aside of the bed to the floor. ::

“If I could get that into this hypo spray unit, and administer it, should help relieve the aching in my head.”

:: He leans forward, over the edge of the bed, looking for where the tube rolled off to, but groans slightly and sits back, having suffered a dizzy spell, shifting his position so quickly. ::