“I’m not here to play games. I need your help.”
“Sounds like a game to me,” Fiach replied. “I’m not for private hire. And if what you needed was a reasonable request, you would have simply asked me.”
A small motor sounded and Fiach’s body raised from the waist up as the bed moved which in turn lifted her head so she could see her captor.
A human of about fifty years, Fiach surmised. Shocking black hair tied back and down to her waist and skin way too smooth to be natural. She was dressed informally, yet elegantly, and top to toe in scarlet, which made her pale skin look almost transluscent.
“Such a pretty thing,” the woman said, tracing a long, crimson fingernail around the contours of Fiach’s face. The Padawan did not react.
“And so well trained too,” she added.
Now Fiach could see her surroundings, her room could be best described as a cell. No windows and no furniture. Just a door and the bed she was lying on. The white walls gave it a cold feeling, despite the ambient temperature.
“What do you want?” Fiach asked.
“Good, good,” the woman replied. “Glad you’re as keen as I am to get to the point. My name is Norma. And I want you to kidnap someone.”
“Sounds like a game to me,” Fiach replied. “I’m not for private hire. And if what you needed was a reasonable request, you would have simply asked me.”
A small motor sounded and Fiach’s body raised from the waist up as the bed moved which in turn lifted her head so she could see her captor.
A human of about fifty years, Fiach surmised. Shocking black hair tied back and down to her waist and skin way too smooth to be natural. She was dressed informally, yet elegantly, and top to toe in scarlet, which made her pale skin look almost transluscent.
“Such a pretty thing,” the woman said, tracing a long, crimson fingernail around the contours of Fiach’s face. The Padawan did not react.
“And so well trained too,” she added.
Now Fiach could see her surroundings, her room could be best described as a cell. No windows and no furniture. Just a door and the bed she was lying on. The white walls gave it a cold feeling, despite the ambient temperature.
“What do you want?” Fiach asked.
“Good, good,” the woman replied. “Glad you’re as keen as I am to get to the point. My name is Norma. And I want you to kidnap someone.”