Aurelia Grata
Crinan Practioner and Freedom Fighter
In a sublevel of the Fort Herald of Peace nearly a hundred men women and children of varying ages packed into the dark cells of the Detention Level. These people were being held indefinitely due to their particular association or ties to the Rebels. Some may have known family members still at large, others had participated in attacking military check points and killing Imperial and Crinan soldiers alike. Labelled ‘terrorists’ and sent to the depths of an Imperial prison. The price of the Imperial Order was high on the souls whom defied it…
A special section was guarded by a platoon of storm troopers where the Imperial Security Bureau kept a number of people considered most radical or dangerous. In one of these rooms a young girl was sitting on her knees bound in chains with a number of devices to keep her subdued. She was gifted with the force. The ISB and Crinan Royalists deemed her a danger and she would have been in standing in front of a firing squad, but she was needed to draw out her brother and the other rebels.
A pain unlike any other. The pain of the emotions of all those around her were seeping deep into her soul. Her whole body was in pain. A broken rib, track marks from the interrogator droids. Her eyes were swollen and face bruised. Hours of interrogation by the Imperial Security Bureau had broken her in so many ways yet she had nothing to give. No grandiose plan of over throwing the Imperials. The rebellion was nothing more than smoldering embers seeking to simply sting the beast that was the Imperial warmachine. Resist. Fight. Die. All that was left in life for Aurelia and those who remained in the shadows.
Her eyes drifted around the padded room where there were no windows. Chains had her limbs bound in an awkward manner from moving. Aurelia was a witch to her people or a force user to the Imperials. She was one of the few Crinan Rebels who had continued to resist after the Great Liberation as the loyalist bastards called it. Aurelia and her Brother had tried to bomb the Imperial diplomats and royalists during their meetings but the Imperials had thwarted this attack. In the confusion Aurelia had lost her brother and had been stunned by several storm troopers.
Tears mingled with the blood that trickled from Aurelia’s wounds and sores. Sobbing for the better part of the day left her drained... The fear was palpable from those others who had been rounded up by the Imperials and deemed to be too dissident to remain in society. Transported as work labor to the planet Nicoleta.
‘Slavery. A worse state of life than what we had fought against, I’ve failed, I’ve failed…’ Aurelia’s connection to the force was once calm and neutral in spirit. Yet the events of the last few weeks, months and years had eroded her once naïve and go lucky spirit. The sorrow, anger and hate was culminating in to the dark side consuming her mind.
Now though she could not resist. She could not fight back. She could not even die…
She tried to move her left hand to wipe away the tears but a shock from wrist cuff forced the arm into temporary paralysis.
“NO” She bellowed a scream. Rage boiled up inside of her. “Those bastards, those bastards, those bastards, I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill all of them!”
A klaxon began to wail and several storm troopers entered the room with shock batons and weapons set in a mixture of stun and kill. Aurelia struggled against the chains that bound her she tried to snap at one of the troopers who moved to strike her. Although physically bound the force did not require one to move if the will was there. Drawing upon the dark side she lashed out with magic and threw a trooper against the wall. Another she began strangle and lifted off the ground. The storm trooper fought to release the invislbe handles crushing his carotid arteries. Finally another trooper struck her hard on her head sending shock waves through her body.
[member=Mrrew], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Caius Flavian"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Killian Holmes"], [member=Davin], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Corruck Kazen"]
A special section was guarded by a platoon of storm troopers where the Imperial Security Bureau kept a number of people considered most radical or dangerous. In one of these rooms a young girl was sitting on her knees bound in chains with a number of devices to keep her subdued. She was gifted with the force. The ISB and Crinan Royalists deemed her a danger and she would have been in standing in front of a firing squad, but she was needed to draw out her brother and the other rebels.
Terrorist; Rebel; Witch; Freedom Fighter; Peasant; Practitioner; Teenager
Aurelia Grata felt pain
A pain unlike any other. The pain of the emotions of all those around her were seeping deep into her soul. Her whole body was in pain. A broken rib, track marks from the interrogator droids. Her eyes were swollen and face bruised. Hours of interrogation by the Imperial Security Bureau had broken her in so many ways yet she had nothing to give. No grandiose plan of over throwing the Imperials. The rebellion was nothing more than smoldering embers seeking to simply sting the beast that was the Imperial warmachine. Resist. Fight. Die. All that was left in life for Aurelia and those who remained in the shadows.
Her eyes drifted around the padded room where there were no windows. Chains had her limbs bound in an awkward manner from moving. Aurelia was a witch to her people or a force user to the Imperials. She was one of the few Crinan Rebels who had continued to resist after the Great Liberation as the loyalist bastards called it. Aurelia and her Brother had tried to bomb the Imperial diplomats and royalists during their meetings but the Imperials had thwarted this attack. In the confusion Aurelia had lost her brother and had been stunned by several storm troopers.
Tears mingled with the blood that trickled from Aurelia’s wounds and sores. Sobbing for the better part of the day left her drained... The fear was palpable from those others who had been rounded up by the Imperials and deemed to be too dissident to remain in society. Transported as work labor to the planet Nicoleta.
‘Slavery. A worse state of life than what we had fought against, I’ve failed, I’ve failed…’ Aurelia’s connection to the force was once calm and neutral in spirit. Yet the events of the last few weeks, months and years had eroded her once naïve and go lucky spirit. The sorrow, anger and hate was culminating in to the dark side consuming her mind.
Now though she could not resist. She could not fight back. She could not even die…
She tried to move her left hand to wipe away the tears but a shock from wrist cuff forced the arm into temporary paralysis.
“NO” She bellowed a scream. Rage boiled up inside of her. “Those bastards, those bastards, those bastards, I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill all of them!”
A klaxon began to wail and several storm troopers entered the room with shock batons and weapons set in a mixture of stun and kill. Aurelia struggled against the chains that bound her she tried to snap at one of the troopers who moved to strike her. Although physically bound the force did not require one to move if the will was there. Drawing upon the dark side she lashed out with magic and threw a trooper against the wall. Another she began strangle and lifted off the ground. The storm trooper fought to release the invislbe handles crushing his carotid arteries. Finally another trooper struck her hard on her head sending shock waves through her body.
She cried out into the ether that is the force begging for someone to help her before passing out…
[member=Mrrew], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Caius Flavian"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Killian Holmes"], [member=Davin], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Corruck Kazen"]