Kill Your Masters

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Wait, round them up? A confused expression blinked into existence. Eyna’s eyes opened and shut in a quick succession before she dropped the dagger in her hand and let it fall to the floor. An intense dizziness spread across her mind as she struggled to remain standing. Something had flipped on her subconscious, and she had no idea what. A darkness shrouded her vision, and yet as she came to she felt the rope slide through the grip of her hands as she circled the men and tightened their restraints. The men were tied to a nearby pole by their feet, stomach, and shoulders somehow.

They grunted in discomfort and only then would the girl’s eyes seemingly snap out of the impassive stare that she had before. It was like having drowned only to finally come up for air. With a final knot she secured the men from escaping. With her hands off the rope she felt something press against her temples and ears like a weight that just kept on pressing. Tendrils seemed to latch onto the back of her head like a predator crushing its prey under its claws with a grip that threatened to pierce and crack through her skin to tear it apart.

A loud noise rang between her ears accompanied by the sound of fingernails on a blackboard. Something about this felt familiar but she couldn’t understand why. Some part of her knew that this wasn’t the first time that she had felt this way or much less done this. A flicker of a picture, her hand on a bloodied knife cracked before her before it was gone again only to be forgotten.

What Amon would see was a young girl that stumbled across the deck. Eyna had pressed her hands against her head on either side in seeming pain. To a greater extent it seemed as if she wasn’t present anymore while a nearly palpable sense of regret and remorse flooded the area.

Her hands violently tore away from her head accompanied by a shaky breath. With tears to her eyes she looked at the man as if to plea.

“Make it stop!” Eyna whispered under her breath. “Make him go away.”

In front of the ship, the port came into view on the horizon. It wouldn’t be long now until Amon had to decide what to do with her.

 

[Zef Halo]

Amon watched her tie the men but with each breath she took, Eyna seemed to get more and more distant from reality. Was she that focused or was it something else? He reckoned the latter. She had come with a pile of memory issues and no wonder there was more than just the simple "I don't remember".

If the Mandalorian had ever believed in ghost stories, he would've thought of her as haunted.

Abruptly, she turned to him in the form of the most painful plea he had ever witnessed. Far more dreadful than a man pleading for his life. It slightly startled him but the soldier had to prevail over this situation. He hardened his resolve and approached her with a very decisive step. Strength was the only way he knew of fixing things when they were broken.

Amon's hands came to hold her shoulders and shake her hard as possible.

"Get your shebs together, Eyna! There is no one but you here." he barked but saw his attempts go futile so he instinctively added. "This is an order, soldier!"

For the first time in his life, the Mandalorian wished a Jedi was here for this. This was far from his expertise.

"We need to be getting off this planet for our own good!"

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[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Soldier.

The smell of fire had spread across the fields that day. Eyna glanced up at her superior, a man in a thick red armor with a One Sith logo that gleamed in the light of nearby blaster fire. Projectiles, explosives, slugs, and blaster shots swept above the trench. Yet in that moment she felt very little more than pride, even as she looked down at her stubby fingers and realized that this wasn’t her own memory.

The scene faded to a scene not too unlike this. Republican forces were converging on their area, trying to cut off their escape vectors in one foul swoop. Outside of her hallucination Eyna would stand at attention. At Amon’s order she seemed just fine. Distant, hardly present, but fine as if he had managed to find, either by dumb luck or deduction, the one word that she had been programmed for her entire life.

“What are your orders, sir?” She remained at attention. Almost unmoving.

From having been at the horizon, the transport would slowly adjust itself alongside what had always been its last port of call for the day. As the ship came to a full stop the scene changed again. She was now in her own suit of red armor, the One Sith logo gleaming across her shoulders and chest as she readied herself and the rest of the occupation force for patrol.

At Amon’s command she would move, and only then.

 

[Zef Halo]

When she sat up upright as a soldier, Amon's confusion grew stronger. He wondered how many more surprises she had under her sleeves. For a moment, the Mandalorian simply observed her standing there like the most disciplined corporal in the galaxy. The confusion was distracting. He had to hurry and pass her on to the Silvers. His father would've simply abandoned her. Indeed, she was of no concern to her. As a matter of fact, her altercation with the masked man had led to the tragic deaths of fellow Rangers.

But Amon was not his father. Or he tried hard not to be.

The vehicle, plot conveniently, had arrived on auto-pilot at the local law enforcement building. Security guards had already pointed their weapons at them and were ready to fire. Who the hell wouldn't? A duo of armed persons on a nearly wrecked repulsor vehicle with a bunch of ugly looking bandits tied up with a rope.

He had no idea what had happened with Eyna so suddenly but he did not want to find out her next reaction when weapons were pointed at them.

"Stand down, soldier. Relieve the marauders to the police and prepare to depart offworld." the orders, obviously, came naturally to Amon but he knew well he was masquerading. By sheer dumb luck, somehow he had been able to keep the wild card Eyna in check.

For now.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

It was indeed mighty convenient for reasons that related to the plot that the ship arrived at the spot they needed to be. As the security guards approached the vehicle, and as they raised their guns, Amon gave her and order. Eyna nodded her head in confirmation and went away to untie the bandits strapped to a pole. With a push she got them in line by Amon.

“What is this?” One of the guards asked Amon.

“Sir, those are- it can’t be.” Another chimed in before he gave one of the bandits a more thorough look over. “Motherf- it is.”

“What is it, rookie?” The first guard responded in frustration.

“It’s the crew Captain Sanders told us about.” The rookie said and withdrew his pad from his belt. “Look.”

The datapad came up face to face to conveniently show the faces of the captured thugs. They looked at each other and then the girl before they bowed their head in defeat.

“Yes, suh. That was us.” One of them sighed. “Picked the wrong targets, f’sure.”

In truth it could also not have been them, but life in a cell was more preferable than this humiliation. Eyna glanced at each person in the group without really doing much at all. Her orders were to stand down and keep the prisoners in line, and so she did.

“Well, uh. Hand them over then.” One of the security guards said, quite clearly confused by what had even happened to bring a bunch of thugs straight to their doorstep. “We’ll process them.”

It was hard to miss the spots of blood spread across the floor and Eyna’s face as she handed the prisoners over. The presiding guard glanced over at the child and then Amon.

“You two mind telling us exactly who the hell you are?” He said with an increasingly confused expression set across his face. “This is almost a little bit too convenient, wouldn’t you say, Captain… ?”

 

[Zef Halo]

The law enforcement men exchanged confusing glances and even more confused questions to both the criminals and to the odd duo. Before one of the police officers could push some conspiracy theories into the Captain's mind and waste the two's quickly ticking time, Amon interjected:

"We are Jedi of the Silver Order." that sounded wrong, unnatural and quite not in place. Amon patted the hilt of his Darksaber. "Jedi of the Silver Order who have been summoned to deal with this marauder menace."

Even Amon wasn't sure what he was trying to achieve.

The Captain gave him a questioning look and Amon stared back from the abyss of his eyes. The status quo broke when the Mandalorian's intimidation overwhelmed the Captain's stubbornness.

"Alright." the man replied and with that Amon gestured to Eyna to follow him to the closest spaceport.

The quicker they were out of here, the further they could leave the masked man behind.

And the faster Eyna learned more about herself and how she was able to solo a band of marauders with her sickly, childish frame as a weapon.

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