Rule of Two
Plight of the Initium
Synopsis:
The Dark Empire, in it's bid to re-establish the Galactic Empire, invaded the Galactic Centre and in it's wake Coruscant burned. Valiantly the Galactic Alliance defended it's Capital from the would-be invaders, and in their pyrrhic victory, the Alliance recorded it's latest chapter in the Core Wars. As the so called 'dark' Imperials lick their wounds from their defeat, and the Alliance bolsters itself for the next stage of this Star War, two spies drift in the void cut off from their respective sides mere hours after the attack seemingly with no-way home.
The Dark Empire, in it's bid to re-establish the Galactic Empire, invaded the Galactic Centre and in it's wake Coruscant burned. Valiantly the Galactic Alliance defended it's Capital from the would-be invaders, and in their pyrrhic victory, the Alliance recorded it's latest chapter in the Core Wars. As the so called 'dark' Imperials lick their wounds from their defeat, and the Alliance bolsters itself for the next stage of this Star War, two spies drift in the void cut off from their respective sides mere hours after the attack seemingly with no-way home.
Tags:
Ronval Rubat
Location: On board the damaged Initium, somewhere in the Deep Core, lost in the void of Space, alone with the Enemy.
With a loud, and audible gasp, Darth Ayra woke up to the scent of ozone, and the taste of blood in her mouth. Eyes unfocused and hazed Ayra blinked rapidly as she tried to come to her senses. A hand reached out to grab onto something- anything- to help her sit up right. She found something hard and sturdy to her right. Using it to lift herself up into a sitting position Darth Ayra dragged herself back to whatever she was holding onto and leaned her back up against it. Time begun to pass her as she stared out into nothingness while she tried to collect her thoughts.
Darth Ayra had attacked the headquarters of the Strategic Intelligence Agency in order to learn what intelligence they had gathered on her. As it all slowly begun to come back Ayra remembered the rising spectre of a Star Destroyer emerging from beneath the surface. Then came the fighting, the fire in the hallways leading up to her target and the valiant last stand of the last surviving S.I.A operative who had successfully encrypted the data terminal of the junction she had attacked. With her forces defeated by the Alliance Darth Ayra had fled but not without the same man who had stopped her as her cunning led her to capture the man who had valiantly stopped her. As Darth Ayra's senses returned to her she slowly turned her gaze away from the dark interior of the Initium to look for Ronval only to find out that he was not in the same room she was sitting in.
Turning to look behind her Ayra realised that it had been one of the Cortosis crates that she had used to sit up right. It dawned upon her that she was in the cargo bay of the Initium and that she was extremely thirsty. Contorting her body to hold onto the ledge of the crate, with a gasp of pain and a cry out from the exertion, Darth Ayra managed to pull herself up to her feet. Steadying herself (knowing that if she fell down she would not be getting back up) Ayra turned to survey the cargo hold. A faint yellow light hung over the canopy indicating that the ship was running on reserve power. Below it the hold itself was littered in broken ration packets, munitions and other supplies that Ayra always stocked on board her personal ship. It dawned upon her that something was terribly wrong, but that could wait. She needed to satisfy her thirst first.
Stumbling about the cargo hold, using the crates and walls to help her move, Darth Ayra searched until she discovered a crate that had not been spoiled by the battle. Inside she found bottled water and with some effort Ayra removed the cap to quench her thirst. After the third bottle did Ayra relent and discard the last one to the ground to look back around her. It was only then, as she looked around the room with clearer eyes, that she realised that she was staring through a hole big enough for her to slide her body through and out into the ink black canvas of space on the other side. Although she could not physically see it Ayra knew that the ship, somehow, was operating it's shield generators and it was because of this that she was still alive.
Otherwise the vacuum of space would have killed her a long time ago.
Licking the inside of her mouth in thought Darth Ayra found the strength to stand up right without help. She immediately begun an inventory check. First she removed the overbearing hem of the cape that she had worn during the attack. As it fell to the ground Darth Ayra felt lighter. Next she looked down and around at her body to discover that someone had tended to her injuries. If the pain was not enough of a reason to indicate it Ayra detected a head wound that she must have sustained while the Initium was retreating from Coruscant. It (alongside the stab wound on her hand) had been dressed and bandaged by someone who knew what they had been doing. Upon these discoveries, alongside the fact that her weapons were no longer on her person, Darth Ayra deduced that whoever had patched up her wounds had also been responsible for bringing her down into the cargo hold, and she felt, through the Force, that they were still on board.
With a coarse voice Darth Ayra called out into the room: "Whoever you are I know that you are still here. Where are you?"
