Killigrew
Magnificent Humanicorn
Yason SokolovMain Deck
Although the runes for slavery were foreign and strange, the large X that surrendered Will could not be mistaken.
The captain, who had approached them silently, watching the girl with cold disregard as she fell against Yason and spouted her tale, did in no way falter. The stoic expression hid his face like stone, and when he finally spoke, he addressed the Serzhant.
"Throw that stowaway in the brig."
Yason snapped his head up. "No," he seethed.
But Captain Ovid barely blinked. "No? Boy, this is my ship."
Serzhant Mikhail pursed his lips. The moustache rose to a peak. He turned to his men. With a flourish of his hand and wide, impatient eyes, he demanded they get on with it.
The other four soldiers surrounded them, but Yason's arms only tightened around the girl.
"You'd better let go," Andrei whispered. He put his hand on Yason's shoulder and squeezed. Yason cried out, his strength failing. "Oh, come on. Don't you know the price of rebellion, you fool?"
Now he might call what rose in his belly a furnace! What had been a tongue of flame now roared up to his ears, overcoming his senses with a wrath that cut deep into the mind. Thoughts muddied, but his intention sharpened. He tightened about the girl, the paper caught in his vision."... please.. please don't let him get me.."
Although the runes for slavery were foreign and strange, the large X that surrendered Will could not be mistaken.
"No..." he murmured. "But her hand..."Soldier, did you see what happened?"
The captain, who had approached them silently, watching the girl with cold disregard as she fell against Yason and spouted her tale, did in no way falter. The stoic expression hid his face like stone, and when he finally spoke, he addressed the Serzhant.
"Throw that stowaway in the brig."
Yason snapped his head up. "No," he seethed.
But Captain Ovid barely blinked. "No? Boy, this is my ship."
Serzhant Mikhail pursed his lips. The moustache rose to a peak. He turned to his men. With a flourish of his hand and wide, impatient eyes, he demanded they get on with it.
The other four soldiers surrounded them, but Yason's arms only tightened around the girl.
"You'd better let go," Andrei whispered. He put his hand on Yason's shoulder and squeezed. Yason cried out, his strength failing. "Oh, come on. Don't you know the price of rebellion, you fool?"