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Reichtum was positively purring right now. He sat in a comfortable leather seat as he sipped on a glass of chilled water. Things couldn't be going better. He managed to invest in one of Lord Geist Weiss's projects, his group had discovered a new planet that was certain to be a boon for new resources, and they collected a sample group of the native younglings. A tiny handful of them had some sensitivity with the Force.
What more could be asked from an investment into an expedition? Reichtum knew a potential income when he sensed it; it was his more prized talent. Certainly, the Sith valued power, but a pair of muscles were nothing against a well-funded military. It was good to see cunning backed with finances were proven to be just as valuable as some brute that could spark electricity.
His master Eber, however, wasn't so pleased. The Crusader never enjoyed being saddled with a runt like Reich, especially a runt that always knew something he didn't. Eber was never prized for his cunning, but who needed brains when a well-muscled fist could break a skull wide open?
Still, he could not deny that there was potential in his acolyte's love of money. Eber was a lot more comfortable these days. He ate better, he enjoyed better accommodations when he went out on excursions. He never admitted to enjoying his new found ease of life, even if his Acolyte was the type to waste time and annoy him.
"Ah, I do believe Master Weiss should be done with his data for the evening." Reichtum chirped. Eber rolled his eyes. Why should he care what Geist Weiss did with his time? His acolyte seemed quite excited, however. Possibly because the damn fool had sunk quite a bit of money into the trip.
He was getting impatient. When he got impatient, he started tapping the hilt of his lightsaber. It made a hollow clanging sound that echoed through the ship. It often annoyed others, but he rarely cared. When you were a big kid on the playground, others often kept their mouths shut.
Reichtum wasn't going to verbally protest anyhow. He gritted his teeth and stood up to walk out of the room. He looked for an opportunity to warm up to Geist and his promotions. He approached the Sith's room and proudly walked in.
"Need assistance? I was thinking it was time to separate the subjects into groups. Have you found any with affinity for the force?"
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It was a dimly lit room, square and uninviting. A small cluster huddled as tight as it could in near silence. Their eyes always on alert for any sort of change. They communicated through breath and through expression, their last method of understanding what was going on as speaking was frowned on by The Other.
After some time, the huddled mass seemed to loosen.
<I think they're done for now.> a boy whispered. A collection of sighs in agreement followed. The mass broke up and five children, ages thirteen to seventeen broke apart to stretch out bruised arms and tired legs.
One of the children, Della Frey, brought out a few scraps from a meal she had won and divided it up with the four other children. They quietly took the scraps, careful not to make a fuss as they gobbled their food down. Della had been very lucky to be an athlete, the bizarre games the children had to play were always testing their psychical abilities.
Della was a gifted sprinter, but even she found the games to be difficult. Food, they were competing over food. There was something wrong about it. It contradicted the very idea of survival. Her muscles ached constantly, but never allowed the others to know. Some of the younger ones still alive started looking to her as the leader now.
Still, tensions were high. Rumors were spreading in the tiny group that remained out of the twelve that was originally taken. Odd rumors. Della didn't quite believe them, herself. Rumors of wizardry and terrible things had been seen by the others. With the overwhelming technology that was around, Della could see why there might be some confusion.
<I saw one move a box, like without touching it.> said a boy. Della paid him very little mind, she was trying to rub the soreness from her overworked legs.
<Probably magnets, don't be stupid.> replied another. That was a popular word in the group these days. Magnets seemed to be some sort of miracle stone that could move any object, make electricity, and cause doors to open. Something didn't seem right about the logic behind it, but Della didn't care. She was never a strong student in academics.
<Don't call me stupid.> replied the boy. He and the other child began to start bickering. They fought often now. Tiny things caused them to bicker in ways that facing a predator never could. Della knew what happened when a fight broke out. One of the Other, especially the Red Skinned One, always came to deal out some sort of punishment.
Worry came to Della, and then a plan.
What more could be asked from an investment into an expedition? Reichtum knew a potential income when he sensed it; it was his more prized talent. Certainly, the Sith valued power, but a pair of muscles were nothing against a well-funded military. It was good to see cunning backed with finances were proven to be just as valuable as some brute that could spark electricity.
His master Eber, however, wasn't so pleased. The Crusader never enjoyed being saddled with a runt like Reich, especially a runt that always knew something he didn't. Eber was never prized for his cunning, but who needed brains when a well-muscled fist could break a skull wide open?
Still, he could not deny that there was potential in his acolyte's love of money. Eber was a lot more comfortable these days. He ate better, he enjoyed better accommodations when he went out on excursions. He never admitted to enjoying his new found ease of life, even if his Acolyte was the type to waste time and annoy him.
"Ah, I do believe Master Weiss should be done with his data for the evening." Reichtum chirped. Eber rolled his eyes. Why should he care what Geist Weiss did with his time? His acolyte seemed quite excited, however. Possibly because the damn fool had sunk quite a bit of money into the trip.
He was getting impatient. When he got impatient, he started tapping the hilt of his lightsaber. It made a hollow clanging sound that echoed through the ship. It often annoyed others, but he rarely cared. When you were a big kid on the playground, others often kept their mouths shut.
Reichtum wasn't going to verbally protest anyhow. He gritted his teeth and stood up to walk out of the room. He looked for an opportunity to warm up to Geist and his promotions. He approached the Sith's room and proudly walked in.
"Need assistance? I was thinking it was time to separate the subjects into groups. Have you found any with affinity for the force?"
-----
It was a dimly lit room, square and uninviting. A small cluster huddled as tight as it could in near silence. Their eyes always on alert for any sort of change. They communicated through breath and through expression, their last method of understanding what was going on as speaking was frowned on by The Other.
After some time, the huddled mass seemed to loosen.
<I think they're done for now.> a boy whispered. A collection of sighs in agreement followed. The mass broke up and five children, ages thirteen to seventeen broke apart to stretch out bruised arms and tired legs.
One of the children, Della Frey, brought out a few scraps from a meal she had won and divided it up with the four other children. They quietly took the scraps, careful not to make a fuss as they gobbled their food down. Della had been very lucky to be an athlete, the bizarre games the children had to play were always testing their psychical abilities.
Della was a gifted sprinter, but even she found the games to be difficult. Food, they were competing over food. There was something wrong about it. It contradicted the very idea of survival. Her muscles ached constantly, but never allowed the others to know. Some of the younger ones still alive started looking to her as the leader now.
Still, tensions were high. Rumors were spreading in the tiny group that remained out of the twelve that was originally taken. Odd rumors. Della didn't quite believe them, herself. Rumors of wizardry and terrible things had been seen by the others. With the overwhelming technology that was around, Della could see why there might be some confusion.
<I saw one move a box, like without touching it.> said a boy. Della paid him very little mind, she was trying to rub the soreness from her overworked legs.
<Probably magnets, don't be stupid.> replied another. That was a popular word in the group these days. Magnets seemed to be some sort of miracle stone that could move any object, make electricity, and cause doors to open. Something didn't seem right about the logic behind it, but Della didn't care. She was never a strong student in academics.
<Don't call me stupid.> replied the boy. He and the other child began to start bickering. They fought often now. Tiny things caused them to bicker in ways that facing a predator never could. Della knew what happened when a fight broke out. One of the Other, especially the Red Skinned One, always came to deal out some sort of punishment.
Worry came to Della, and then a plan.
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