What I Am

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He smiled at her. "Okay."

Munin knew that it wasn't anything bad, it couldn't be anything bad, not after all of this. The Information Broker knew that she loved him, knew that she wasn't going to just run off on him or leave him. The two of them were connected in a weird way.

"Here." He said, still holding her hand and leading her to a nearby elevator. "It'll be up there."

The crackling light and the broken window told the lift was broken.

Carefully Munin slipped inside of it, pushing one of the doors to the side and shifting slightly so that he could remove an upper panel within the ceiling of the broken down lift. His hand smacked around for a bit, and then a second later he removed what appeared to be a large sealed bundle of plastic.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She kept a look-out as he checked, sense remained alert. Backpack shifted on her shoulders. But they seemed to be alone with no one watching them. And no one else was really around. This was a pretty good drop spot.

#impressive

"Got it?" Pushing on her toes, she studied the pack Munin carried. "Hm. I may have under-estimated how big your network was when we first started dating." She gave a mouse-like smile.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"It's grown since then." Huginn and He had been busy.

Most of it came from the Red Codex.

Their agents were all over the place now, either because they wanted to be or had to be. It wasn't really something he discussed with Spark all that often.

"Sometimes." He said with a quick kiss to her cheek. "It pays to have my job."

He motioned for her to turn around. "Guard me real quick."

Munin needed to change.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"We're clear so far," she turned back around, which wasn't hard. She felt awkward enough about this whole situation as was. Add stripping to that and #eeeeep. Glasses were adjusted up her freckled nose and her hand brought out her blaster. It wasn't something she typically carried but for this trip? She made to bring it along.

Edging away from Munin, she made more of a perimeter, pacing back and forth, speckled-gaze checked out of the abandoned building's dilapidated windows at the busy street outside. People were moving along per usual. Index finger flexed along the trigger as she waited.

Eventually, she'd have to tell Munin about the Alliance mission.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

After a few seconds Munin managed to don the clothing that had been hidden for him.

The outfit wasn't really anything complex of complicated, just the opposite in fact. A simple pair of jeans, shirt, a vest, and then a belt where he could keep the blaster that had also been included in the small package. The last bit was rather important, mostly because no one in the outer rim moved anywhere without a blaster.

"Alright." He said popping out of the Elevator.

His old clothes were tossed up into where the deadrop had been left. No one would go looking there, and eventually the rats would probably go after it. He frowned for a moment, glancing up before once again returning his attention to Spark.

"Ready to get that ship?" He smiled at her.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She nodded. Blaster lowered slightly as she glanced back at the information broker. Just as quickly, a look of fear and anxiety began to eclipse her face. Blaster immediately came up and she whipped around, facing the doorway.

"Munin run!" She managed. "I can't feel the force anymore."

Thin lips pursed. She moved to cover him at the door searching for anything. Someone? Because he needed to get out of here. If that frequency started again...

#baddays

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Before Spark could say anything else Munin grabbed her.

His arms floated around her, his hands grasped her tightly, and then he threw her over his shoulder and ran. His feet carried him as fast as he could go and at that point there was no arguing with him. He knew exactly what she would have wanted to do, hold them off.

But the Information Broker couldn't let that happen.

No matter what the two of them encountered, no matter what they went throguh, from now on they had to do it together. A part of him wanted it his way of course, wanted things to go in such a means that only he was the one in danger, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Spark wouldn't allow it.

So the best he could do was make sure she was safe.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She yelped in surprise as Munin grabbed her and hoisted her up. Glasses fell halfway down the bridge of her nose and converse feet went flying. Her bony ribs poked and bounced into his shoulder as he ran carrying her like a sack of Nabooian animal feed.

Hand went up and held the frame of her glasses in place so they wouldn't fall completely. Other hand still gripped her blaster. She couldn't really struggle. Without the force, Munin was definitely stronger than her. And she couldn't blame him for his actions because she'd do the same.

Why hadn't they blasted that signal? Maybe they didn't know exactly where they were. Or maybe....she did t want to know.

#bouncebounce

"We have to get to the ship before...," voice trailed off again.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He turned a corner.

Spark didn't have to finish her sentence for Munin to know exactly what she was saying. They had to get to that ship, and they had to get to it undetected before anyone could track them. This entire mission depended on secrecy, that was what they were trying to do after all, go unnoticed. It helped already that they had changed clothes, so even if they were being hunted it would be more difficult to spot them. Munin turned around another corner, stepping into a crowd and putting Spark back on her feet.

"Through there." He told her grabbing onto her hand.

His step was brisk, fast.

"We go quickly." The hangar was just beyond. "Head down."

This was something he did often, blending into a crowd. It was a skill that he'd learned over the years at the orphanage. Never wanting to be the target, always wanting to make himself disappear before anyone could even notice him. A sad little fact, but a truthful one.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She stumbled once, eyes darting around. She didn't have to say anything to Munin. He got a silent nod as she struggled to keep up, feeling like her arm was being yanked out of its socket. Speckled-gaze remained down. Blaster remained stiffly at her side.

Still, she couldn't help look around.

Finger tightened over the trigger. She still couldn't use the force. Speckled-gaze snapped to the ship ahead. She saw theirs, the third platform down.

#close

Maybe they'd actually make....

A high-pitched sound that matched when they were in the apartment ripped through the air.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

This time at least Munin managed to cover his ears.

It didn't help much, not really anyway.

The same thing happened to his eyes, the odd glazing over, the strange seizure of his muscles. Whatever it was, whatever it did to Munin, there seemed to be some effect that couldn't quite be explained. Perhaps it was one of the devices within his body, something implanted or placed long ago when he was but a child.

Either way, as the ship came into view Munin suddenly froze up.

His body became stiff, his hands clamped over his ears, and almost desperately he attempted to claw away at the noise.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Her gangly-body stumbled into Munin as he froze. The crowds of people they hid in shifted and paused, looking around at the odd noise. Ultimately, they shrugged and moved on. Pushing up on her converse-clad footed toes, she saw the crowds parting, or rather being pushed aside by some nasty looking people. Mercs?

She squinted. Couldn't really see.

#feth

Hands reached forward and pressed into Munin's back, trying to shove and push him along or forward, toward the ship. There was a yelp behind them as a lady was knocked over by the incoming hostiles. She went to shove Munin again, spinning around and lowering her blaster, pumping off a few high-powered stun bolts.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin stood still.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, in fact he was practically falling apart. Inside of his mind, trapped within an abyss that seemed all but endless, he screamed. There was nothing he could do. There was no part of his body that he could move, there was nothing he could do.

He felt, he saw, he heard.

Yet he could do nothing.

There was something to it, something pressing at the back of his neck. He could barely feel it, but it was there. Something pushing against his mind and pressing him to do nothing. Internally he screamed. He tried to thrash and break free, he tried to claw his way out.

Yet he just stood there.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

They were pressing in. Her entire gangly-body shoved and pressed against Munin. "Go!" She yelled as if trying to break through his dazed state. But she knew deep down, it was futile.

Instincts wanted her to run into the crowds and disappear. Maybe she could help him if she got away. Without the force, she was too vulnerable.

#toolate

Leveling her balster, she fired stun bolt after stun bolt in all sides, her back against Munin's frozen form. One went down but another took his place. Then another and another. There was a blue-flash and she felt her own muscles seize up. Worried look crossed her pale face as the blaster dropped and clattered to the ground at her feet and her world turned black.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He woke up on a ship.

His eyes snapped open almost immediately, his head jerking from one side to another. He found that his hands were bound, or at least cuffed together, though the rest of him was unrestrained. Munin's gaze drifted around, delirium still clinging to him until he saw a small hunched form on the ground.

"Spark!" The Information Broker said as he practically jumped forward.

The small cell that they were both occupying was completely unadorned with anything, the only object inside being the two of them and a single solid metal bench. Spark had apparently been tossed to the floor, and Munin immediately jumped to her. With his hands tied behind his back there wasn't much he could do, but his shoulder came to gently nudge her.

"Honey." He whispered quickly. "It's me, hey."

Munin tried his best to wake her.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She whimpered as a nudge brought her further from the depths of the darkened tunnel she was stranded in. Then the voice. And another nudge. Everything was cold.

Blue-eyes beneath lopsided glass lenses fluttered opened, slowly focusing. She was scrunched up on her side, cold deck-plating biting into any skin that wasn't covered. Gangly-limbed arms strained behind her, bony-wrists chaffing against metal.

With a jolting panic, she realized she still couldn't sense the force.

Was this Sage Bane all over again?

#EEEeeeep

Panic creeped into her gaze until her eyes finally focused on Munin's face and met his blue eyes.

She didn't say anything yet. She couldn't. She was too scared. Not for herself but because she wouldn't be able to protect him.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He glanced around, then slowly looked back at her.

"I need you to talk to me, okay?" Munin knew what was happening, or vaguely, he knew where they were and why. There was a good chance this was all his fault, in fact the chance of that was almost ninety nine percent, but right now that wasn't something either of them could focus on. This wasn't about assigning blame, though in Truth Munin already knew that he blamed himself more than anything else.

He had put her in danger, no question.

"We need to figure this out." He whispered to her. "Get out."

There would be no giving up.

There would be no shirking out of this. They had to fight. "So we can make it home."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Blonde-hair fell across her pale-face as she shifted up. Muscles strained with her bony-wrists cuffed behind her back, like Munin's. She gave him a quiet nod. Speckled-gaze darted around the space before returning to his face.

"They used that device on you again. Made you freeze up. There were a lot of men, maybe ten. I tried to hold out but they kept coming," voice quieted. "I think they got me with a stun-ring and that's all I remember." She frowned, then added. "I still can't feel the force."

And she didn't know how long Munin had been awake. At least he was himself again. #babysteps

"Did you see them when you first woke up?"

And she wasn't sure why they'd taken her alive. That thought disturbed her the most. She wondered if they'd try to use her as some kind of leverage to get Munin to do what they wanted. Whatever that was.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"No." He answered quietly.

Munin hadn't seen or heard anyone in fact. Part of him wondered why that was, though in truth he had simply been glad to find that Spark was still with him, and more importantly alive. He smiled at her, his hand slowly squeezing her as a way to give comfort.

"I havent seen anyone." He said quietly. "Or heard them."

For a moment he paused. "Anything at all."

Not even the groans of a ship passing through hyperspace.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Wrists flexed at her back. Head turned into her shoulder as she tried to use it to push the glasses up her nose. #annoying

Head turned back to Munin. Thin-lips thinned further but she finally managed a whisper.

"Where do you think we are?"