Shot Down
17 Sep 2016Niatra
Niatra woke up in a strange room. His head rested against a wall. Wounds from torture covered his arms, his face, his legs and his bare chest. An ache yet unknown by him flashed through his body.-brrzt-
It felt like an electric discharge, coming from a colour around his neck, quickly followed by a soft voice coming from the comms: "Good morning sunshine."
The voice sounded familiar and smiled while continuing: "Wrong move, sweetheart. Don't look around."
Niatra ignored the comment, looking to his left to see -her- standing behind a glass wall.
-brrzt-
His body crumbled by the force of the shock.
"Again, wrong move."
He still did not give in and wanted to stand up.
"Darling, I'm sorry about this. -brrzt- The as of yet strongest shock madr Niatra fall on his knees, passing out.
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"Yep, my thrusters are out, I am crashing. Bloody griefers and their heat weapons they -don't use-!"
"Niatra, you gonna be alright?"
"Yes Marshall, take control of alpha one. I'll be alright."
The courier kept trailing towards the planet. When it entered the athmosphere it flared up and the ship burned to crisps without shields or heat sinks, whilst Niatra's escape pod, being fired against the fall, made its way down safely.
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"Awake again, my dear?", The voice asked calmly.
"What do you want me to do?", Niatra fletched his teeth whilst not moving.
"Now we are talking. Please stand up and move towards the wall, opposite of the bed that you are in."
Niatra did so.
"Now lean your head against the wall, pull your feet away, stretch the arms out and wait.", The voice chuckled on the dishonouring picture. He stayed a few minutes until two grunts grabbrd him from behind, putting on handcuffs, dragged him outside, past many cells and hung him up a little metal part of the structure in a completely black room. He hung there for a bit, dragging his thoughts away.
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The escape pod was pried open. A crew of several soldiers, mercenaries from the look, stood in front of it, weapons readied. Niatra just stood there, eyeing his -saviours-. A woman made her way through the crowd. Step after step clanged on the concrete ground. Niatra realised the surroundings looked more like a bunker than the world he crashed on. The woman, dressed in black, skinny clothes, blond hair, green eyes, looked familiar.
"Hello darling, glad to see you once again. Missed me?"
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"Hello darling, glad to see you once again. Missed me?"
The female figure came out of the dark, her heels making loud noises. Her nails moved up and down Niatra's body, inspecting his wounds and Scars. The stopped at the two, rather fresh ones around his heart.
"I don't remember these?"
"They have not been there. I got shot!"
"Too many times already, yes.", Asja answered softly. "Maybe I should go out with you someday. I want to knoe how it feels to be shot at."
She quickly drew an imperial dagger. "Yours?"
He nodded:" A gift."
"Oh yes, by the young lady you are dating right?" He blushes.
"I don't mind but I thought that you maybe remember what I can do to you."
Silence followed.
Niatra shivered: "What are you on about?"
"I find it a bit startling that you have yet to recognise me."
His eyes opened wide, and he started gasping.
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Niatra smiled while both danced around their blades. They swhirled around each other, missing each other on purpose, teasing the other. All of a sudden she tripped. She fell towards him and his blade found his way through her stomache. She glanced at him, not angry, but forgiving.
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"You are dead! I held you in my arms while you bled out!"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
Asja Faheer ran her fingers up his spine, probing him on scars and sudden movements. She circled him like a lion would his prey.
"You killed me and then you moved on. You forgot about me. And you found another love. Now you must pay the price."
She injected something into Niatra's blood near the spine. Then she walked out of the room.
When Niatra woke up, he was back on the crashsite. No traces of what happened.
The comms crackled "Niatra are you alright?"
"Yes Digi, but I need an extraction."
"I'll be just a minute."