A Death in the Family

[Kiegan Lysle]

The brunette was still slung over his broad shoulders as he descended further into the mountain fortress, past where the normal areas Death Watch had set up for the process to kill the force in those willing. Much of the fortress still had to be fully settled into, the stench of death being the only company he brought with him as he climbed further into the mountain. The Gold Wolf hadn't used instruments to identify the force lying in the woman, his instinct driving him to perform his little experiment on the woman.

Finally he reached a heavy door where prisoners were often kept during the civil war, being freed soon after Death Watch had captured the fortress. A large hand shoved the metal door aside as the creaking of metal rang out against his ears, grimacing to the loud sound.

A single window in the wall lit up the room with a dim white look, he took a breath to allow the refreshing cold air into his lungs. The relaxing moment only lasted a short time as he grabbed a chair from the corner of the room, dragging it to the centre as he awkwardly managed to keep the unconscious woman's body on her shoulder.

Tahn dropped the woman carelessly onto the small metal chair, leaving the figure resting carefully against it. His hands reached down as they carefully removed the heavier pieces of armour from where they lay on her body, taking her pauldrons and greaves off, though not taking off as much as to make her indignant.

He took the pieces of beskar with him and dropped them in a corner of the room before returning to her side and crouching in front of her, staring at her face that began to rouse itself from unconsciousness.

He took a second before raising a cap to his mouth, pulling it off as a silver needle pricked out from the device he held.

A hand brought it into her leg as the Death Stick (Ixetal cilona)made it's way into the women's blood stream, hopefully weakening her connections to the force so that the rest of his plan would move slowly. It was unlikely that Ra would approve of such inhumane methods, but to Tahn it was the new Mandalorian Empire or death.

Mand'alor had given them a choice.

Tahn would not.

The Gold Wolf made his way out of the room with the woman's Beskar'gam and slammed the door shut, the loud sliding mechanisms rattled the door as he secured it so the woman would be unable to escape. It wouldn't take him long to fetch what he needed, but long enough for the girl to begin to rise and take in her surroundings.

[member="Mira Rekali"]​

 

[The End Narrator]

Mira jerked awake to the sensation of cold air against her exposed flesh, the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through a crack in the single window that basked the room in a faint white. She struggled against the overwhelming fatigue that encased her mentally and physically, while questions began to race through her mind. Mira rolled her head to the right, trying to get a proper bearing on where she was, only to fall off the chair in a heap of limbs.

‘Where am I?’ It was cold, she must have not gotten far.

‘What is this feeling?’ She could feel a dulling sensation ripple through her veins, a warm liquid that caused a slight euphoria in her mind. A tingling sensation that started in her legs and her stomach that began to spread throughout her entire body. ‘A drug!?’ She snickered softly at the notion, despite the seriousness of the situation, it was overwhelmingly pleasing. Mira noted she had been down dressed beyond the bodysuit underneath her beskar’gam but soon even that thought faded into a warm feeling of carelessness. Even the bitter cold that nipped at her flesh didn’t bother her, and the Force felt so distant and faded that Mira didn’t mind the softened link between it and her.

Despite the wounds she had suffered in her brief skirmish, she was relaxed and felt relatively pain free. Mira had only felt this when she was in a meditated state within the Force, but Mira was far from the Force and from meditation.

She was on cloud nine.

[member="Tahn Vizsla"]

 

[Jak Skirata]

"She's gotten in over her head."

The blistering wind of the Cold Iron City blew his cloak violently, his hands tightened around a toy Mira had favored as a child. It had been the only thing Falcon could find in his frenzy that would help Davin track her.

"She's gotten herself mixed up in things she doesn't understand." He took a deep breath as he remembered the message. A worried father, a lost daughter. He owed much to the Rekali, this was the least he could do. He didn't want to think of the things Death Watch would do to a Force using Mandalorian. He had heard plenty of rumors by this point but they were honestly too despicable to be true. He knew Ra, not personally, but the man who had led the Mandalorians a few years ago would not stoop to such lows.

"Please, find my daughter."

He fell from his perch into the fortress through a hole left over from the recent assault. It was quiet here. Most of the Mandalorians and Death Watch had moved to the city proper. He took a breath and concentrated on the toy and reached into the Force, looking, calling. It had gotten him this far, he must be close.

"Mira...Mira....MIRA"

[member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"]