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25-04-2023, 07:58 PM
Chapter 1: One Life Ends
With heavy eyelids he slowly blinked his eyes open, looking around the bunks as a dream of home was disturbed. Still in a dreamy stupor he looked around in a daze as the other Agricorps workers bustled around in the early dawn
"Come on Sheros, you don't want to be late again!"
A pack was thrown into his lap that jolted him wide awake, rubbing his eyes to banish the last of the weariness. He stood up and looked around. It seemed like any other day, save for one thing, an unfamiliar itch in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake.
"What's the matter, Sheros, Manka got your tongue?"
With a laugh the young worker shook his head and rubbed the back of his head.
"No, no.. just feeling off this morning, Vecton. Guess I didn't sleep well."
"Nothing a hard day's work won't cure, if you're not better by the evening we'll go see Knight Arcos."
"Knight Arcos? So she's come to see us one last time before she goes to the front, huh? They'll need all the healers they can get..."
The pair finished getting ready and headed out to the fields, it was a day as normal as any. Save for that itch in the back of Sheros' mind that he could not scratch...
The pair worked in the fields and animal pens, following their usual rotation through their day's duties. As dusk fell they took to the fields of tall crops where they could sneak an extra moment of rest away from the gaze of their superiors. Sheros' rest was disturbed, the itch in his mind grew sharper and he sat up - looking around.
"What is it, do you sense something?"
"I don't know, Vecton... that feeling, something being off. I think we should get back."
"Alright, alright.. you were never one to be in tune with The Force, though..."
Sheros punched Vecton in the shoulder and both laughed as they made their way through the fields of tall crops, that ill feeling eventually subsiding as friends walked and talked.
Sheros felt an unexpected tap on his right shoulder and as he turned he saw a movement in the corner of his eye, a blur of red and black followed by something swinging - Vecton already falling to the ground. His eyes opened in panic as he recognised the impossible. It was a Pureblood, face adorned with platinum piercings and talon scars, in the robes of a Sith Acolyte. How were they here? Why were they here? Thoughts raced through his eyes as he looked into the vibrant golden eyes before the stun baton connected with his jaw and all was black before he even hit the floor.
With heavy eyelids he slowly blinked his eyes open, looking around the interior of a shuttle as his senses came back to him. He groaned and pushed himself half upright. Immediately, he noticed that his wrists and ankles were bound and there were a multitude of other bound Initiates piled on top of each other within the shuttle. He saw various black robed figures around him, several human females, a zabrak, nagai and then that same Pureblood that he possessed only a flicker of a memory of. The Pureblood sat with Vecton pinned underfoot, like some sort of hunting trophy, as their pierced and scarred face pointed directly towards Sheros, their gazes meeting and the Pureblood's vibrant golden eyes burned into his own. The unknown Pureblood pushed himself to his feet and he heard a name spoken by one who wielded lightsabers.
"Arvanis, we need them all alive.."
The Pureblood looked aside and flashed a toothy grin as he took measured steps towards the defiant Mirialan.
"Oh, they'll all be alive.."
The same grin was flashed to Sheros, along with a mocking shrug, before the stun baton was swung once again. Spinning Sheros' jaw and sending him back into the abyssal black...
With heavy eyelids he slowly blinked his eyes open, looking around the bunks as a dream of home was disturbed. Still in a dreamy stupor he looked around in a daze as the other Agricorps workers bustled around in the early dawn
"Come on Sheros, you don't want to be late again!"
A pack was thrown into his lap that jolted him wide awake, rubbing his eyes to banish the last of the weariness. He stood up and looked around. It seemed like any other day, save for one thing, an unfamiliar itch in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake.
"What's the matter, Sheros, Manka got your tongue?"
With a laugh the young worker shook his head and rubbed the back of his head.
"No, no.. just feeling off this morning, Vecton. Guess I didn't sleep well."
"Nothing a hard day's work won't cure, if you're not better by the evening we'll go see Knight Arcos."
"Knight Arcos? So she's come to see us one last time before she goes to the front, huh? They'll need all the healers they can get..."
The pair finished getting ready and headed out to the fields, it was a day as normal as any. Save for that itch in the back of Sheros' mind that he could not scratch...
The pair worked in the fields and animal pens, following their usual rotation through their day's duties. As dusk fell they took to the fields of tall crops where they could sneak an extra moment of rest away from the gaze of their superiors. Sheros' rest was disturbed, the itch in his mind grew sharper and he sat up - looking around.
"What is it, do you sense something?"
"I don't know, Vecton... that feeling, something being off. I think we should get back."
"Alright, alright.. you were never one to be in tune with The Force, though..."
Sheros punched Vecton in the shoulder and both laughed as they made their way through the fields of tall crops, that ill feeling eventually subsiding as friends walked and talked.
Sheros felt an unexpected tap on his right shoulder and as he turned he saw a movement in the corner of his eye, a blur of red and black followed by something swinging - Vecton already falling to the ground. His eyes opened in panic as he recognised the impossible. It was a Pureblood, face adorned with platinum piercings and talon scars, in the robes of a Sith Acolyte. How were they here? Why were they here? Thoughts raced through his eyes as he looked into the vibrant golden eyes before the stun baton connected with his jaw and all was black before he even hit the floor.
With heavy eyelids he slowly blinked his eyes open, looking around the interior of a shuttle as his senses came back to him. He groaned and pushed himself half upright. Immediately, he noticed that his wrists and ankles were bound and there were a multitude of other bound Initiates piled on top of each other within the shuttle. He saw various black robed figures around him, several human females, a zabrak, nagai and then that same Pureblood that he possessed only a flicker of a memory of. The Pureblood sat with Vecton pinned underfoot, like some sort of hunting trophy, as their pierced and scarred face pointed directly towards Sheros, their gazes meeting and the Pureblood's vibrant golden eyes burned into his own. The unknown Pureblood pushed himself to his feet and he heard a name spoken by one who wielded lightsabers.
"Arvanis, we need them all alive.."
The Pureblood looked aside and flashed a toothy grin as he took measured steps towards the defiant Mirialan.
"Oh, they'll all be alive.."
The same grin was flashed to Sheros, along with a mocking shrug, before the stun baton was swung once again. Spinning Sheros' jaw and sending him back into the abyssal black...
