Gambler
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"Hey," a hazy voice called. "Wake up." The voice came from across a great distance. The words were dampened, and it took Elyra a while to understand them. "Hey!" the voice called again, more urgent than before. Elyra's eyes refused to open. She felt the ground pressed against naked flesh, but could not move. "Hurry up." The voice sounded agitated. Something shook her limp form. Her shoulder clipped a rock. Why couldn't she open her eyes?
"Is she awake?" another voice asked, joining the first. It seemed closer, less hazy.
"No," the first voice answered. It sounded masculine, but that was all she could tell. Pain blossomed at her temples as she tried to force her eyes open.
"Damn. You think she's dead?"
"Not yet. She's still breathing."
"Yeah, but so were those other two. They looked pretty damn hale to me right up to the moment they kriffing exploded." Elyra struggled against the void, trying to latch onto the ominous words. She would not die here. Anger consumed her as she careened through the darkness.
"Just help me get her up, alright?" The second voice grumbled something incomprehensible in reply. The first took it as acquiescence. "Here, help me lift her up. We'll take her to the others and see if water will work. It helped, sometimes."
"Yeah," the second voice replied. Elyra felt something press against her shoulders, and another pressure touched her legs. She tried to kick out, to open her eyes, to do something, but her body didn't respond. Her mind screamed out, and something twitched. Sluggishly, her eyes fluttered open. She groaned soundlessly as the full weight of exhaustion hit her.
"She awake?" the second voice asked. Elyra thought it was a man. He was short, but had a stockiness about him that made up for his lack of height. With her blurry vision Elyra couldn't make out his features, but she thought she saw a long bread braided into dark hair. She groaned in reply, and hearing her own voice lent her strength.
"I..." she trailed off to take a steadying breath. "I'm awake," she said groggily. Everything around her felt sluggish, uncontrolled, but it was better than helplessness. Her anger simmered down, finding its comfortable dormancy in the little knot of emotions that nestled inside her head. She clenched and unclenched her hands to get the blood flowing. "I'm awake," she repeated fiercely. She refused to allow herself to succumb to the darkness again.
"Good," the short man said. "We'll take you to the others now."
"Others?"
"Yeah, there's a bunch of us here. Twenty-three by my count. Should be twenty-eight, but five of the people we found died before we could get them up. And when they did, they..."
"Exploded," the second man finished for him. "The most kriffing disgusting thing I've ever seen. One minute they're sleeping peacefully and the next, boom. Blood and guts everywhere. Took a damn sight of a time to clean it out of my clothes. Kriff, the whole place smells like shit ever since."
"And we think there are still more people left to be found." The short man gave the other a long glance. "I'm Samuel, and this is Krush."
"Spelled with a 'k,'" the man said with a smile. The two men put Elyra down after a moment's hesitation, though their hands stayed near lest she fall. She waved them away.
"I can walk on my own, thank you," she said, barely keeping the bite out of her words. "I'm Elyra. Where are we?"
Samuel shrugged. "No idea. Last thing I remember is sitting down at the Outlander's Club on Coruscant for a drink. It goes from there to waking up down here. Wherever 'here' is. One thing's for sure though: we've been down here a while. Sometimes there are noises from above, as if heavy doors are being opened or something, but we haven't met anyone awake yet."
"What about my..." She paused. She had been about to say 'lightsabers,' but thought better of it. "Stuff? I had a lot of expensive equipment with me."
"Gone," Samuel said with another shrug.
"They damn well better not be," Krush muttered. "I had myself a lot of stuff with me. Kriffing bastards who took me better come down here soon. I'll give 'em something worth seeing." His tone was dark and Elyra could feel the anger in him. She let it feed her own and felt her power roil within her.
Elyra spent the rest of the walk in silence, taking in the rough walls around her and the light that spilled from glowtorches along the way. She tried to remember the last thing she had done, but nothing came to mind. All she could remember was telling Hasdrubal to look for... somebody. No names came to mind, though she had a feeling it was important. For a moment, panic consumed her.
"Was there... someone else with me?" she asked, an edge to her voice. "Tall, pale skin, light hair..." Both men shook their heads, and she felt her anger swell. She could feel Hasdrubal in her mind, but that did nothing to soothe her anger. He was distant from her, she knew, and he was most likely carrying out her last order. Eventually he would return. He would come searching for her, and their bond would lead him right to her. But, only if she could survive long enough for him to come.
"Take me to the others," she said with a fake smile. Anger continued to burn behind her golden eyes, half-hidden.
They reached the camp some time later. It was in a circular chamber, with countless crevices in the ceiling, some large enough to hide a man. Several pathways opened up into the chamber, each leading off into darkness. There were makeshift shelters strewn along the ground, most barely more than a net of jackets tied to the nearest stalagmite to be used as a hammock. True to Samuel's word, twenty or so people lingered about, an air of quiet desperation around them.
The majority of them had the look of out of work mercenaries, but there were a few who looked like Force users as well. It was impossible to tell their allegiance at a glance, though Elyra doubted any were affiliated with the Jedi or Bogan. None of them seemed to fit the bill at a glance.
"Well, here we are. Home sweet home until we can get the kriff out of here," Krush said. "Now, we'll see about getting you settled and--" A crash interrupted him. Shadows poured from the ceiling, dropping down in spidery forms. "What the kriff?!" Krush yelled, scrambling away as one landed centimeters from his face.
The kinrath leaped at the man, ripping through his chest with ease. Krush screamed as he died, fear edging his voice. Chaos engulfed the camp.
"Is she awake?" another voice asked, joining the first. It seemed closer, less hazy.
"No," the first voice answered. It sounded masculine, but that was all she could tell. Pain blossomed at her temples as she tried to force her eyes open.
"Damn. You think she's dead?"
"Not yet. She's still breathing."
"Yeah, but so were those other two. They looked pretty damn hale to me right up to the moment they kriffing exploded." Elyra struggled against the void, trying to latch onto the ominous words. She would not die here. Anger consumed her as she careened through the darkness.
"Just help me get her up, alright?" The second voice grumbled something incomprehensible in reply. The first took it as acquiescence. "Here, help me lift her up. We'll take her to the others and see if water will work. It helped, sometimes."
"Yeah," the second voice replied. Elyra felt something press against her shoulders, and another pressure touched her legs. She tried to kick out, to open her eyes, to do something, but her body didn't respond. Her mind screamed out, and something twitched. Sluggishly, her eyes fluttered open. She groaned soundlessly as the full weight of exhaustion hit her.
"She awake?" the second voice asked. Elyra thought it was a man. He was short, but had a stockiness about him that made up for his lack of height. With her blurry vision Elyra couldn't make out his features, but she thought she saw a long bread braided into dark hair. She groaned in reply, and hearing her own voice lent her strength.
"I..." she trailed off to take a steadying breath. "I'm awake," she said groggily. Everything around her felt sluggish, uncontrolled, but it was better than helplessness. Her anger simmered down, finding its comfortable dormancy in the little knot of emotions that nestled inside her head. She clenched and unclenched her hands to get the blood flowing. "I'm awake," she repeated fiercely. She refused to allow herself to succumb to the darkness again.
"Good," the short man said. "We'll take you to the others now."
"Others?"
"Yeah, there's a bunch of us here. Twenty-three by my count. Should be twenty-eight, but five of the people we found died before we could get them up. And when they did, they..."
"Exploded," the second man finished for him. "The most kriffing disgusting thing I've ever seen. One minute they're sleeping peacefully and the next, boom. Blood and guts everywhere. Took a damn sight of a time to clean it out of my clothes. Kriff, the whole place smells like shit ever since."
"And we think there are still more people left to be found." The short man gave the other a long glance. "I'm Samuel, and this is Krush."
"Spelled with a 'k,'" the man said with a smile. The two men put Elyra down after a moment's hesitation, though their hands stayed near lest she fall. She waved them away.
"I can walk on my own, thank you," she said, barely keeping the bite out of her words. "I'm Elyra. Where are we?"
Samuel shrugged. "No idea. Last thing I remember is sitting down at the Outlander's Club on Coruscant for a drink. It goes from there to waking up down here. Wherever 'here' is. One thing's for sure though: we've been down here a while. Sometimes there are noises from above, as if heavy doors are being opened or something, but we haven't met anyone awake yet."
"What about my..." She paused. She had been about to say 'lightsabers,' but thought better of it. "Stuff? I had a lot of expensive equipment with me."
"Gone," Samuel said with another shrug.
"They damn well better not be," Krush muttered. "I had myself a lot of stuff with me. Kriffing bastards who took me better come down here soon. I'll give 'em something worth seeing." His tone was dark and Elyra could feel the anger in him. She let it feed her own and felt her power roil within her.
Elyra spent the rest of the walk in silence, taking in the rough walls around her and the light that spilled from glowtorches along the way. She tried to remember the last thing she had done, but nothing came to mind. All she could remember was telling Hasdrubal to look for... somebody. No names came to mind, though she had a feeling it was important. For a moment, panic consumed her.
"Was there... someone else with me?" she asked, an edge to her voice. "Tall, pale skin, light hair..." Both men shook their heads, and she felt her anger swell. She could feel Hasdrubal in her mind, but that did nothing to soothe her anger. He was distant from her, she knew, and he was most likely carrying out her last order. Eventually he would return. He would come searching for her, and their bond would lead him right to her. But, only if she could survive long enough for him to come.
"Take me to the others," she said with a fake smile. Anger continued to burn behind her golden eyes, half-hidden.
They reached the camp some time later. It was in a circular chamber, with countless crevices in the ceiling, some large enough to hide a man. Several pathways opened up into the chamber, each leading off into darkness. There were makeshift shelters strewn along the ground, most barely more than a net of jackets tied to the nearest stalagmite to be used as a hammock. True to Samuel's word, twenty or so people lingered about, an air of quiet desperation around them.
The majority of them had the look of out of work mercenaries, but there were a few who looked like Force users as well. It was impossible to tell their allegiance at a glance, though Elyra doubted any were affiliated with the Jedi or Bogan. None of them seemed to fit the bill at a glance.
"Well, here we are. Home sweet home until we can get the kriff out of here," Krush said. "Now, we'll see about getting you settled and--" A crash interrupted him. Shadows poured from the ceiling, dropping down in spidery forms. "What the kriff?!" Krush yelled, scrambling away as one landed centimeters from his face.
The kinrath leaped at the man, ripping through his chest with ease. Krush screamed as he died, fear edging his voice. Chaos engulfed the camp.