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A Devil's Promise

[member="Wolf"]

Space around the shuttle shimmered as a Super Star destroyer and its escort ships exited hyperspace, homing on the Dark Lord's beacon. As soon as they eneterex real space, hundreds of fighter ships deployed from all three to run combat air patrol should any hostile ships be nearby. Dozens of weapons emplacements search for nearby possible threats as the shuttle ws scanned by sensors.

There was a sudden lurch as the ship was struck by a tractor beam and drawn into the cavernous hangar bay. Daxton unstrapped himself from his seat and walked over to the semi lucid man.

"While there was a limit on what I could do back there, you will be taken to a Red Raven medical facility where they will take care of you. My name is Daxton Bane and you have my word that no harm will befall you in our care."
 
[member="Daxton Bane"]

Wolf awoke to find himself still in the shuttle, travelling through space. The cold hard floor of the shuttle was cooling to his lacerations, and he stared blankly at the ceiling above him. Was it really all over? His body still throbbed with pain, and the slightest movement would send shocks of pain down him. The fight with Darth Molior had not been one without cost, but Wolf had no regrets. In fact he had not expected to make it out alive that day. He could hear someone approaching from the cockpit. He could not sit up, but simply looked up at the one who approached, the man who had rescued him. His body still burned with pain, and he could not feel his legs at all. He winced as he turned his head to look at the Zabrak, who had introduced himself as Daxton Bane.

Wolf opened his mouth to speak, his voice harsh and laboured, "Wolf." He felt no need to give him his full name, though he deserved to at least know some name he was known by. He said nothing then, his head rolling back as he continued to look at the Zabrak. He gave him a slight nod indicating his thanks for what he had done, though internally he was still curious as to what his motives were. The Red Ravens? He would have preferred he had been taken straight back into First Order space, but given his condition he was not in a position to argue. He closed his eyes again as he awaited being dropped off at the medical facility, and then hopefully allowed to be on his way.
 
[member="Wolf"]

The name he was given served the man well, Daxton thought to himself.

"Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself. I've told you my name: that's the Who. In moments, we will be landing on my ship. That is the Where. The What is easy : despite my skill with healing your wounds will take time to heal. I intend to place you in a bacta suspension to accelerate the healing process. That is also the When. As for the Why: Aside from the obvious intention of letting you live, it is exceedingly simple ..... because I can. Which lives us with the How, and as a bard once said, there lies the rub."

"I will promise you this, all of your possessions will be returned once you are fully recovered. You be given the finest medical treatment and are free to stay as long as you wish."

"I am sure you would prefer to be with your friends, unfortunately that will not be possible at this time. Nor can I take you directly to space controlled by your faction. With galactic wide tensions raised, the sudden appearance of warships over one of your planets could send the wrong message. I think you can agree with me panic would be the last thing we need."

The ships movement came to an abrupt halt as the shuttled landed on the docking clamp. Medical personnel and droids boarded the craft as soon as the landing ramp descended. "Now rest and sleep, young man. We will talk again soon."

Moments later the unconscious form was taken to the medical wing while Daxton remained behind inside the ship. His head physician was at his side standing perfectly still as he received his instructions.

"Make sure our guest receives complete medical care including the bacta tanks. Do a complete blood chem workup as well as neuro scan. Any biological samples are to be labelled and sent directly to my laboratory. I want to be kept in the loop if tjere are any changes understood? And have all gear collected kept in security and rerurned to him once he regains consciousness."

Gazing out the window he smiled to himself beneath the reflective face plate, eager to see what new hand Lady Fate has dealt his way.
 
The Chiss sat in his lawn chair aboard the bridge of the Vanguard, a Stormcloud Assault Cruiser. He had put up his legs on the protruding bit of metal of the window frame as he watched the blue waves of hyperspace, whilst sipping cold tea from with a straw. Many interesting pieces of artwork have come into creation thanks to the blue waves of hyperspace, after all Erich spent many days simply looking at them, he was a Naval Officer after all, hyperspace travel is how he spends half his time. He felt fairly relaxed and very relieved. The First Order's glorious efforts in the battle of Omega had ensured victory for those who would wish to see it be destroyed. The Sith's sinister battle station may have been destroyed from the inside, but the fleets had made sure it would not escape from the Castameer system. But the mission wasn't over completely yet. There was still one thing to do.

One of their agents aboard the Omega had not returned, one named Wolf. Erich didn't know the man personally, but he knew he was part of the Knights of Ren and thus a high value target. Just before he disappeared completely the man had been brought aboard a shuttle or ship of some kind, at least that's what his locator beacon had told the fleet. Using the data gathered from the locator beacon before contact was shut down, the navigators aboard the fleet's ships were able to calculate the hyper space jump that the ship must've made and Erich's ship was assigned with the duty to go after it, so that the rest of the Fleet could continue with clean up duty.

"Sir, we're about to come out of hyperspace."

The Chiss turned his head slightly and nodded towards the officer. He sighed and stood up, putting the tea onto the small wooden table next to his chair. He wasn't wearing his uniform properly once more, had his officer's coat only hung over his shoulder and a black formal shirt that wasn't buttoned up completely. He brushed off his shirt just as the ship came out of hyperspace, revealing an unknown fleet. Their fleet was much larger, easily able to destroy his one ship, but he wasn't worried. He knew the stakes of such missions and if he were to die here the rest of the fleet would come after Wolf and get him. So he simply waved for his communications officer to hail them.

"This is Naval Commander Erich Arnstein hailing from the First Order ship "The Vanguard", I am here on a peaceful rescue mission. I was ordered to follow a ship that has jumped into this system, as one of our own, a Knight of Ren named Wolf, is aboard that ship. I ask that you return him into our medical care immediately, as he is one of our agents and his treatment should thus be further handled by our doctors. Thank you for your cooperation."

The Chiss looked away from the communications screen while waiting for a response. He leaned to the side and picked up the tea, beginning to drink from it again.

[member="Wolf"] | [member="Daxton Bane"]
 
[Member=Erich Arnstein] [Member="Wolf"]

The image that appeared in response the hail was one that not only inspired dread but fear as well. Daxton was still wearing his uniform but had removed the reflective helm so that his orange eyes seemed to glow in malicious delight in the low light of his command seat. An unexplainable sensation of anxiety would be experienced by all those in the small ship as Daxton's dread aura enveloped them.

"Greetings Commander Erich Arnstein. My name is Daxton Bane aboard the Red Raven vessel "Chaos Harbringer." And while there is a young man by that name in our care, I fear I will not be immediately able to transfer him to your care. He received grevious injuries during the battle for Omega and has been just placed in a bacta tank for his recovery process. Moving him now can induce grave physical shock which may result in a coma or worst. I would hate to see all the hard work I did go to waste, wouldn't you?"

"However I do understand that this puts you in a precarious position. Since my medical advisers recommend at least 24 hours before he is moved, you send over a team of medical personnel and as many troopers as you think necessary to observe and assist. Once 24 hours is over and he is green lit for transfer I will hand him over to you. Surely this is a reasonable request, don't you think?"

The alternative was to storm Daxton's ship which would be pure suicide, especially just for one man, especially if all he had to do was wait.
 
[Member=Wolf] [member=Erich Arnstein]

With no reply to his hail, the ships remained in a deadlock until a full 24 hours had passed. Again the Sith Lord hailed the commanders vessel.


"Hailing Commander Erich Arnstein. This is Daxton Bane aboard the Red Raven vessel "Chaos Harbringer." My medical advisers have informed me our mutual friend's condition has stabilized. If you insist in transferring him to your care, kint send a shuttle to pick him up and we will release him to your care. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter."
 
[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Erich Arnstein"]

With no biological samples taken or anything fishy or strange or undesired happening to Wolf, he is happily returned to the First Order, and off on his merry way.
 
[Member="Wolf"]

The young medical officer paused before he knocked on Daxton's door. As the lowest man on the totem pole, he had the bad luck to deliver the news to the Sith Lord. With a resigned sigh he knocked on the door and then stepped inside when it opened.

Complete darkness shrouded the room, with the only illumination coming from the stars they passed by in hyperspace. Daxton was standing in front of the viewing glass, dressed in a dark purple robe, seemingly gazing at the pssing nebula before his eyes.

"Begging your pardon my lord but I have come to report that the medical team was able to record the patient's brainwave pattern for the period he was in our care. The scans indicated no unusual brain activity outside the norm for his specie. A deeper neuroprobe could not be performed within the restrictions given to us."

When Daxton did not react violently he proceeded with some dread, "Unfortunately, the subject refused to cooperate when we did the physical exam. We were forced fo immerse him in the bacta tank and then released him when his escorts arrived. No viable samples were collected in that we have failed, your Grace."

The Sith turned from the viewing screen and considered the young man with an intense orange yellow gaze. Gulping in dismay, the young medical officer said a quick silent prayer as he thought of his wife and three daughters. He was throughly confused when Daxton burst out in laughter.

"I am sorry your Grace, but I don't understand what is so funny."

"The Wolf pup thought he had outsmarted the Spider by denying us biological samples. Typical of behaviour which made them fail to think out of the box. A fresh sample from the host would have been excellent, but since we don't have that we collect the material we already have. Tell your team that I have already recovered samples from both my armor when I carried him as well as the shuttle where he was lying on. Hair, skin and blood samples more than enough for my purposes are on the way to the lab. I expect a report on your findings regarding that on my desk within the next 12 hours. Dismissed."

Not one fo question his good luck, the young man left quickly. Daxton turned back to the screen as he continued to ponder what made Wolf so special. Perhaps the answer would be in the tests, or perhaps not. One thing was certain, now that the Spider's attention was drawn, this wouldn't be the last they would meet.....
 

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