KIARA RAITH
THE BEACON
THE BEACON
Kiara could only remember two times prior when she had felt this atrocious. The first had been the morning after her parents had died. The sun had risen that brisk autumn morning to find Kiara and Vea still clinging to artifacts of a life soon to be forgotten, and with it a sense of overwhelming finality had settled upon the freshly orphaned sisters. The rest of the world had carried on unbothered, blind to the gaping crater of anguish created by their parents absence. Kiara remembered bitterly wishing that it would’ve rained that day, as if the sunshine and clear skies served only to spite her grief.
The second occasion that had prompted this level of pain was when she and Vea had managed to crash-land an x-wing along the northern forest edge of Batuu, a rather ill-favored outcome for one of Vea’s high paying yet exceptionally perilous odd jobs. The collateral damage to Kiara’s life and limb seemed almost laughable compared to the crippling soreness that plagued her now. With a groan she turned over onto her left side, burying her face into the fabric of her sheets as she tried to recollect the events preceding her current situation.
Shhhhhh, you’re okay.
The familiar sound of her sister’s voice soothed her momentarily. The comforting feeling of fingers stroking her hair almost lulled her back into the blissful, numb sleep she had been woken from.
“Vea?” Kiara grumbled, forcing herself to blink open her blue eyes to meet her sister’s identical gaze. “What happened?” she tried to sit up, only for her right shoulder to cry out in protest. Every limb ached with stiffness as though she had spent the night sleeping on the floor. As she familiarized herself with her surroundings, she began to wonder if she truly had spent the whole night sleeping on the floor.
The room they were in was barren and sterile, not a single piece of furniture occupied it. Glass panels in the walls permitted them to look out into what appeared to be an equally desolate hallway of inky black, blood red lights lining the edges of the floors provided the only illumination. Kiara had never seen anything like it. “....where are we?”
The second occasion that had prompted this level of pain was when she and Vea had managed to crash-land an x-wing along the northern forest edge of Batuu, a rather ill-favored outcome for one of Vea’s high paying yet exceptionally perilous odd jobs. The collateral damage to Kiara’s life and limb seemed almost laughable compared to the crippling soreness that plagued her now. With a groan she turned over onto her left side, burying her face into the fabric of her sheets as she tried to recollect the events preceding her current situation.
Shhhhhh, you’re okay.
The familiar sound of her sister’s voice soothed her momentarily. The comforting feeling of fingers stroking her hair almost lulled her back into the blissful, numb sleep she had been woken from.
“Vea?” Kiara grumbled, forcing herself to blink open her blue eyes to meet her sister’s identical gaze. “What happened?” she tried to sit up, only for her right shoulder to cry out in protest. Every limb ached with stiffness as though she had spent the night sleeping on the floor. As she familiarized herself with her surroundings, she began to wonder if she truly had spent the whole night sleeping on the floor.
The room they were in was barren and sterile, not a single piece of furniture occupied it. Glass panels in the walls permitted them to look out into what appeared to be an equally desolate hallway of inky black, blood red lights lining the edges of the floors provided the only illumination. Kiara had never seen anything like it. “....where are we?”
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KADE ALTORIX
THE FALLEN
THE FALLEN
The sound of Kade’s heavy boots thudded steadily against the metal floor of the corridor, his rhythmic footfalls falling into step with his brother's, echoing down the desolate hallway. Snoke had sent First Order grunts to wake them up early that morning, never mind the fact that they had spent the majority of last night getting debriefed on the events of the raid of Batuu. His new pets needed to be gathered and brought to the throne room immediately, for what reason Kade didn’t know, or particularly care. Orders were orders and he had neither the time nor the patience to argue or ask questions.
“Like rats in a cage.” he crept closer, knowing that the dim lighting would make his figure barely visible to the captives within the paneled cells. His eyes fell on two girls, one of whom was curled up in the other’s lap. They both looked worse for wear, with multiple superficial injuries littering their skin. “Looks like they tried to put up a fight…” he observed, though he didn’t sound impressed in the least.
The third captive, a male, was kept in a different cell immediately to the left of the girls. From what the First Order lackeys had told him, the male had been apprehended aboard a ship with an FEG-17 droid, and had proved much more difficult to restrain than his female companions. “Xaden and I will take these two.” He jerked his head in the direction of the girls. “Val, you take the other.”
He watched as the sultry figure of Valentina Rhea strutted past him and his brother. An ever unpredictable force, Kade knew better than to give her orders that didn’t come from Snoke directly. But the supreme leader had tasked them with getting the new captives to the throne room, so he knew Val wouldn’t argue.
He pressed his wrist against the scanner on the door to the cell, which hummed in recognition of the identification bracelet on Kade’s wrist. All First Order personnel were required to wear such bracelets, like a collar on a dog, it permitted them access to most areas on the ship, though some were restricted even to Snoke’s apprentices. With a gust of air, the door to the first cell whirred open to reveal the darkened figures of Kade and Xaden standing in the threshold.
“Rise and shine. The Supreme Leader has requested your presence in the throne room.” Kade wasted no time in closing the distance between himself and the captives, reaching first for the slightly taller of the two, the one with the fire in her eyes and venom in her voice. He had always liked a challenge if he was being honest. With little effort he grasped onto Vea’s right side, forcing her to her feet and dragging her towards the door. To his left he could hear the sound of Xaden struggling with the second girl, which elicited a snarl from the one Kade had in his grasp.
A wry laugh escaped his lips as his gaze danced between the two girls, surmising in a moment that there was some sort of attachment between the two. “...your sister?” A devious smirk tugged at his lips as he shoved Vea forward, his voice that of a fox who had just cornered a canary.
She’s hurt.
Kade paused, discerning from the girl's voice that she had only disclosed such information in the hopes that Xaden and Kade would be gentler with the injured one. “Pity. Snoke doesn’t care for damaged goods.”
“Like rats in a cage.” he crept closer, knowing that the dim lighting would make his figure barely visible to the captives within the paneled cells. His eyes fell on two girls, one of whom was curled up in the other’s lap. They both looked worse for wear, with multiple superficial injuries littering their skin. “Looks like they tried to put up a fight…” he observed, though he didn’t sound impressed in the least.
The third captive, a male, was kept in a different cell immediately to the left of the girls. From what the First Order lackeys had told him, the male had been apprehended aboard a ship with an FEG-17 droid, and had proved much more difficult to restrain than his female companions. “Xaden and I will take these two.” He jerked his head in the direction of the girls. “Val, you take the other.”
He watched as the sultry figure of Valentina Rhea strutted past him and his brother. An ever unpredictable force, Kade knew better than to give her orders that didn’t come from Snoke directly. But the supreme leader had tasked them with getting the new captives to the throne room, so he knew Val wouldn’t argue.
He pressed his wrist against the scanner on the door to the cell, which hummed in recognition of the identification bracelet on Kade’s wrist. All First Order personnel were required to wear such bracelets, like a collar on a dog, it permitted them access to most areas on the ship, though some were restricted even to Snoke’s apprentices. With a gust of air, the door to the first cell whirred open to reveal the darkened figures of Kade and Xaden standing in the threshold.
“Rise and shine. The Supreme Leader has requested your presence in the throne room.” Kade wasted no time in closing the distance between himself and the captives, reaching first for the slightly taller of the two, the one with the fire in her eyes and venom in her voice. He had always liked a challenge if he was being honest. With little effort he grasped onto Vea’s right side, forcing her to her feet and dragging her towards the door. To his left he could hear the sound of Xaden struggling with the second girl, which elicited a snarl from the one Kade had in his grasp.
A wry laugh escaped his lips as his gaze danced between the two girls, surmising in a moment that there was some sort of attachment between the two. “...your sister?” A devious smirk tugged at his lips as he shoved Vea forward, his voice that of a fox who had just cornered a canary.
She’s hurt.
Kade paused, discerning from the girl's voice that she had only disclosed such information in the hopes that Xaden and Kade would be gentler with the injured one. “Pity. Snoke doesn’t care for damaged goods.”
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