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09.04.2012 , 12:23 PM |
Remi AU: Knightless - Loyalty & Betrayal Part 3
Spoiler for Imperial Agent Balmorra (~840 words) and using some names for Smug and Trooper Balmorra (though no spoilers)
Coremi lay on her back under some brush near the road. When she stopped running, the pain of misused muscles, abused bones, and incorrectly channeled force caught up with her.
“I got them mother.” She looked up at the sky trying to ignore the lower half of her body, “Can I stop fighting now?” The sky failed to answer, and even if it could, she had a feeling it would say no.
She thought about Sanju and wondered if every death felt that way. He hated her when he died. Shame colored her cheeks at how obvious her crush had been. She fell in love with everyone, but she could not help herself with Sanju. He was gentle and kind but hopeless when it came to fighting. She thought saving him would prove she was an adult, and worthy of his affection. When he disappeared she spent every spare moment searching for him until her mother ordered her to stop, then she cried for a week believing him dead.
The Sith was Sanju’s opposite, cold, harsh, and alien. Yet he stirred the same feelings, the need for closeness, understanding, and approval. ‘Daddy replacements’ is what Chemish would call them, phrasing it that way to sound distasteful, hoping it would be a deterrent. Chemish never liked Sanju, and she would hate the Sith, she was probably right about both.
Her comm beeped. She checked the area with eyes, ears, and painfully raw force senses. Finding herself alone, she crawled to a rocky outcropping shielded from the road. Propping herself up against a boulder, she turned off her stealth generator, and answered.
“Cori,” an angry man’s face appeared. “What’s this about Gray Star being a traitor?”
“Gray Star was compromised, his replacement was a traitor.” She corrected, “Cripes, Kord, who taught you how to decrypt a transmission?”
“Are you alright?” Chemish asked pushing the man aside.
“Sure,” she lied not wanting to explain her situation, “Did you get the list?”
“Those names you gave us,” a voice spoke from off camera, “We have doubts.” The voice belonged to Rolan, the son of her former nanny.
“It’s what I got,” she shrugged, “once word gets out Gray Star was killed, I’m betting the people on that list disappear.”
“Was it really Sanju?” Chemish asked carefully.
“Crying, sobbing and begging for his life.” She tried to make her voice hard like Chemish’s, but she only managed to sound miserable.
“You should have brought him in,” a different voice scolded. It belonged to Ardon, another cell leader. She tallied the voices and the people she could see on her comm. They were having a big meeting.
“Hey so does this gathering have a purpose other than creating a convenient target for the Imps and yelling at me?” She snapped.
Chemish spoke before the others could start arguing, “Gray Star knew everything about us, Cori. We’re going to split up and rebuild while the Imps are fighting each other for power.”
Coremi frowned at that, they should press their advantage while the Imps were disorganized. Anyone the Empire brought in to rule Balmorra now would be worse than Lachris. She would make her case when she saw them, “I have data for you, give me the coordinates, I’ll come in.” Her words were met with an uneasy silence.
“There’s a Sith hunting you.” Chemish said finally, “We can’t bring you in.”
Coremi bit her lip, he already found her, but she could not tell them that. She hesitated, “Ever?”
“Our man at Sobrik told Brok the news, the one who’s after you is a real heavy hitter. I don’t think he’ll give up.” Chemish fidgeted nervously, “You should keep moving, get off planet if you can.”
“We appreciate everything you’ve done, Cori.” Rolan said gently, “But our numbers have dwindled we can’t afford to lose more people. I’m sorry.”
“Where’s Doc?” she asked trying not to sound desperate. Doc always stood up for her, and though he was not a leader, their need for his skills gave his words weight.
“He’s with us now.” Kord replied not bothering to be gentle, “I’m sending you drop coordinates so you can get us the data. Don’t wait around hoping to talk to someone, we’re going to leave it for a week to let your trail age.”
The transmission ended. She stared at the coordinates, a dangerous swamp full of poison lakes and ravenous Zeldrates. Without the proper equipment either the wildlife would kill her or the air would, perhaps they hoped the Sith would perish trying to find her corpse. She leaned against the rocky shelf, torn between laughter and tears.
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