Saura looked at the young lord as he seemed to freeze up for a moment, ready to belt out another command, but he quickly moved into action. Saura followed up with him, hooking an arm under the cripples shoulder and hoisting him up. "Shite, ya never told me 'e was this 'eavy!" She snapped, before the four of them and Anna's unborn child made their way down the stairs. There was no audience for them-- nobody was curious to see the source of the blasterfire. It was only after a few minutes-- when they had all hopped into the speeder-- that doors began to open. It wouldn't be long after that that word began to spread.
Saura was the one who hopped into the pilot's seat. "Ai know a shortcut!" She yelped, shifting to full speed-- well past Brentaalan traffic regulations-- and tearing through the air. It was only a few seconds later that sirens would begin to blare behind them as a police speeder began trailing behind them. "MUCA!" She snarled, violently turning to the left. Anna was audibly distressed in the back, and Claudias groaned a little, swaying back and forth.
The police had heard the report of blasterfire, and seen the fancy speeder tearing through the air in the nearbye vicinity. Normally they would look away from such suspicious activity, but the insanity of the situation was to great to ignore. Reports of shots fired, fatalities, a grand theft auto and what could be the kidnapping of a highborn-- it seemed the crime of the century.
The speeder rocked back and forth as Saura wildly flew between the buildings, summoning back the courage and skill of her youth when she would race her friends through these very same narrow passageways. Things had been different than-- she'd been a girl searching for thrills, not a haggard mother-- and now, murderer, who was fleeing the snapping bite of police dogs.
The side of the speeder scraped along a wall as she twisted the wheel to the right, cutting through a tight alleyway-- and down into an open sewer tunnel. The officers would speed past, doubling back, but by the time they had they were half a kilometer inside, lights off. The four and a half of them would wait in silence for a few minutes. The cops would be confused, unable to coordinate-- it was only two patrol speeders.
While they waited, Saura's eyes would remain wide, her breathing heavy-- and than, she'd begin to quietly cry. She tried her best to hide it, turning away, covering her mouth, but in the silence of the sewers, that was the only sound that could be heard.
The girl couldn't have been older than 20-- her brother looked even younger. They'd have robbed Claudi, Tristodd and Anna-- probably beaten Tristodd within an inch of his life while they were at it... but the way the girl's eyes just looked up blankly at the ceiling had done something to her. She'd seen death before, constantly-- she knew her son had killed, often-- but to do it herself...
It didn't help that all they'd said tore her up inside. The poor were as cruel as the rich when it came to her son. She could still remember that icy look in Andronikas' eyes when he'd seen her belly, and when she'd told him about her child-- told him about his father, and what had happened. She'd watched the affection drain from his face, and watched her Andy-- her beloved prince-- curl his lip up and threaten that she and her babe would never know a single comfort if he ever saw her again.
Her neighbors in the tenements shunned her, her and the "pophrois spawn" that she had produced. She'd hated them, and she'd fed that hate to her son. She'd thought it had been right, that it was justice to hate those people who'd done her and her babe wrong-- but she'd looked that hate straight in the eye after what she'd done, and all her worst thoughts about herself cascaded down around her.
In the backdrop of her sobs, Anna, her belly, Tristodd and Claudias would sit... and the last one would begin to stir as he the woman in the front cried.
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