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General Gone MaD (The downfall of Linn Dobson)

General of Signa-Ki RND
Linn thought about the offer. And the more she thought about it, she remembered the beatings she took as a child. The consequences of stepping out of line. If this man was telling the truth, Zori has a painful future ahead of her. If he was not, then what was it to her? This woman tried to take her life and destroyed her loft in the process.

"Another five. SOLD." Linn agreed and opened her data receiver with the embedded transfer code.
 
(The transaction takes place and Linn signals for her guards to back away as Zolfran smirks and looks down at his daughter.

"Get up. Never again will you be at the knees of another, begging for mercy. This look on you is appalling."

Zori Galea Zori Galea
 
General of Signa-Ki RND
"Its all there.... We will take our leave." Linn signals as she and the guards back off slowly. As they make their exit, another guard pauses in his tracks.

"General.... Are you sure you wanted this?"

"Of course... While unconscious , I planted a tracer in her Skull. I will always know where she is."
 
The rain of salt and ice lashed against the rusted hull of Zolfran's transport, a vessel that had once belonged to a Sith warlord but now served as his means of discretion. Inside, dim red lights flickered as Zori Galea sat shackled to a chair in the center of the cargo hold.


Her hands, bruised from the restraints of Linn's men, twitched against her lap. The cold steel bit into her wrists, but she barely noticed. Her gaze was fixed on the man before her.


Lord Baricon Zolfran—her father, her captor, her savior.


Zolfran stood in his obsidian robes, hands clasped behind his back, watching her in silence. His face, partially hidden beneath his hood, bore the weight of a thousand regrets.
 
Zori scoffed. "She wouldn't have. She was calculating, yes. But she wouldn't have." She tilted her head. "You, on the other hand… I don't know what you are anymore..... FATHER."
 
"Lies." She spat on the floor. "You forged me into a weapon. You made me this." She motioned toward herself—the dark sorcery symbol on her right shoulder etched into her skin like a curse. "Did you ever see me as your daughter, or was I always just a tool?"
 
Zolfran's jaw clenched, a flicker of something—regret? Shame?—crossing his features before he quickly buried it. "You were always more than that, Zori."

His voice then softened, dangerously close to something that sounded like guilt. "Because you ran, and I had to chase you. Because you chose chaos over control. You tried to kill me, Zori. You choose to go on this suicide mission under the guise of assassin-for-hire. That ... That Valhoun character believed you, with ease, I might add. And you tried to take out a Dobson. One of the most dangerous of them all."

"How do you suppose she survived all these years? Luck? You, in turn inadvertently made the Elysuim Empire turn their gaze towards your history and take a closer look. If only you knew what I had to do. All the disguises I had to enrobe myself in."
 
Zolfran sighed, standing once more. "If I hold you here, you will never be mine. You will only be my prisoner. As much chaos as you may have caused my child, the damage is not irreversible. you will find no peace out there, Zori. The galaxy will always see you as a monster." He looked over his shoulder. "And when it does, I hope you remember who truly made you one."
 
Zori felt something twist deep inside her. A wound reopening. A truth she didn't want to admit.


She clenched her fists and then released them just as quickly.
 
"Your free to go." Zolfran exclaims as he marches towards her. He lifts her up abruptly and his hand grips tightly around her neck using the force.

Her windpipe thins as she begins to struggle and gasp.

"THIS... YOU must have forgotten what it means to be ruthless! To be RELENTLESS... I have coddled you... GROOMED YOU, and now... NO LONGER.... Let's see what you do when DADDY isn't here to save you! IT WAS WORTH IT... Every CRED... ALL the time that I was biding.. WORTH IT ALL..." He clenched his jaw, seething with anger before he FORCE PUSHED Zori to the cold grounds outside his ship.

As the rains beat against her skin and she coughed violently, He looked upon her one last time, with a sorrowful glare in his eyes and the latch would close.
 
General of Signa-Ki RND
The Mile-Star tore through hyperspace, streaks of blue and white reflecting off General Linn Dobson's cold glare. She sat in the dimly lit cockpit, fingers drumming against the metal armrest of her chair. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the ship's controls.


10,500 credits.


That was the deal. That was the price she had named for handing over the dark sorceress Zori Galea Zori Galea . That was the amount she had not received.


One of her lieutenants, Kesso Varn, a grizzled Rodian with a blaster scar running down the side of his snout, stood near the ship's comms console, watching her carefully. He'd seen Linn angry before, but this was different. Linn wasn't yelling. She wasn't throwing things.


She was thinking. And that was worse.


"Transfer didn't go through?" Kesso asked hesitantly.


Linn's jaw tensed. "It didn't even bounce. The account was a ghost."


Kesso let out a slow whistle. "Zolfran played us."


Linn exhaled sharply through her nose, her icy composure barely holding. Of course, he did. She had read him the moment she met him on Salteract, that desolate storm-ridden wasteland. He had walked into that trade with too much confidence. There was no hesitation in his voice when he took Zori back.


Because he had never intended to pay.


But Linn wasn't just something to be bought and tossed aside. She had spent years clawing her way into power, commanding a brigade of hardened survivors, carving out her own rule in the Outer Rim's bloodstained void.


No one played her.


She tapped a sequence into her wrist console, bringing up a holo-display of Zori's tracking signal—a small, pulsating dot blinking steadily on a planetary map. A tracer implant, discreetly embedded in the base of Zori's skull during her captivity.


Zolfran thought he had won.


Linn smirked. He was wrong.




Back at the Brigade


The Mile-Star docked in the militia's forward outpost, a repurposed Imperial supply depot now home to a growing army of outcasts, ex-mercenaries, and war criminals turned soldiers. Rusted TIE wreckage and scorched speeder bikes were amongst the litter along the perimeter. Droids scuttled between stacked crates of stolen weapons.


Linn strode through the base, flanked by Kesso and two of her most loyal guards—Zena Kord, a former bounty hunter, and Tallis Rehn, a silent but deadly enforcer who joined her upon landing.


The moment she entered the command center, the entire room went still. Her officers could sense the storm brewing.


She didn't waste time. "Get me Zolfran. Now."


The holoterminal hummed to life, flickering before stabilizing into the image of Baricon Zolfran. The old warlord stood in the shadows of his ship, his deep red robes flowing like blood in the dim light. His expression was unreadable.


"General Dobson," Zolfran greeted, his voice smooth, unbothered. "To what do I owe this… urgent communication?"


Linn folded her arms, eyes narrowing. "Save the pleasantries, Zolfran. My credits. Where are they?"


A slow smirk crept across the warlord's lips. "Ah, yes. The small matter of payment."


Linn's fingers twitched toward the blaster at her hip. Small matter?


"You lied,"
she said, voice cold. "You never intended to pay."


Zolfran tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "And yet, you still handed her over. What does that say about you?"


Linn didn't flinch. "It says I'm smarter than you think."


She tapped a command on her wrist console. The holo-display of Zori's tracking signal blinked to life between them. Zulfran's smirk faltered for the briefest second.

Linn saw it.

Got you.

"You think this is over?"
Linn continued. "You stole from me, Zolfran. You think I'm just going to let that go?"


Zolfran exhaled through his nose, clearly weighing his next move. "You underestimate the forces you're meddling with, General."


Linn leaned forward, her voice dropping into something sharp and venomous. "And you underestimate how far I'm willing to go."


Zolfran's image flickered, but his silence spoke volumes.


Linn smirked. "I'll be seeing you soon."


The transmission cut.


She turned to Kesso, her blue eyes cold as the void. "Prep the brigade."


Kesso hesitated. "We going after them?"


Linn nodded. "Zolfran thinks he got what he wanted." Her smirk widened. "I'm about to remind him why I'm still alive."


And with that, the war for Zori Galea had only just begun.
 

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