First Reply A Short Drop and a Sudden Stop

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Kinley Pryse is the reason "do not touch" signs exist​

There were worse ways to die.

Kinley Pryse was fairly certain of that. She couldn't think of any at the moment, but statistically speaking, there had to be.

The gallows stood in the center of an old Imperial plaza, surrounded on all sides by gray duracrete buildings, hanging banners, and enough stormtroopers to make a person wonder whether the Empire had anything better to do with its afternoon. Apparently, when the local authorities decided to make an example out of someone, they really committed to the performance.

Kinley appreciated that.

If she was going to be executed, the least they could do was draw a crowd.

And they had.

Workers crowded along balconies. Merchants stood outside their shops. Children had been hoisted onto shoulders for a better view despite what Kinley considered some questionable parenting decisions. Imperial soldiers formed a perimeter around the gallows while an officer stood beside her with a datapad in hand.

Kinley's wrists were bound behind her back. Her hat was gone. That irritated her more than the rope around her neck. The Imperial officer cleared his throat.

"Kinley Pryse. You have been found guilty of theft of Imperial medical supplies..."

Kinley grinned. That had been a good day.

"...smuggling restricted goods through an Imperial blockade..."

Her grin widened. That had been an even better day.

"...the unlawful possession, transportation, and sale of classified military equipment..."

Kinley gave a small nod to herself. Technically, she'd only sold some of it.

"...three counts of impersonating an Imperial officer..."

"Four," Kinley corrected.

The officer stopped. His eyes slowly lifted from the datapad. Kinley smiled sweetly.

"You missed Kessel."

There was a long silence.

Somewhere in the crowd, somebody laughed. The officer's jaw tightened before his attention returned to the datapad.

"Four counts of impersonating an Imperial officer."

Kinley looked pleased.

Accuracy mattered.

"Destruction of Imperial property. Assault upon Imperial personnel. Resisting arrest. Escaping Imperial custody...."

"Twice."

Another pause.

Kinley shrugged as best she could with a noose around her neck. "The first holding cell was poorly designed." The stormtrooper standing nearest her turned his helmet slightly. Kinley couldn't see his face, but she was reasonably certain he was trying not to laugh.

The officer was not amused.

"Escaping Imperial custody on two occasions," he continued through clenched teeth, "conspiracy to defraud an Imperial customs office, falsification of shipping manifests, bribery, sabotage, possession of illegal weaponry, and the theft of a shuttle belonging to an officer of the Imperial Security Bureau."

Kinley sighed wistfully.

"Oh, I liked that shuttle."

The officer lowered the datapad.

"Do you find this amusing?"

Kinley looked at him. Then at the crowd. Then down at the trapdoor beneath her boots. Her gaze eventually returned to the officer. "Little bit."

His expression hardened.

"For these crimes, you have been sentenced to death by hanging."

That wiped some of the humor from her face. Not all of it, but enough to feel. Kinley swallowed and felt the rough rope shift against her throat. Alright. Maybe there weren't worse ways to die. Her eyes drifted across the plaza. No Flint. Not that she'd expected him to come charging through the crowd himself. That wasn't exactly Flint's style.

Still...

She had rather hoped the old bastard had gotten her message. Kinley took a slow breath. The executioner stepped toward the lever.

"Any final words?"

Kinley thought about it. There were probably profound things a person was supposed to say at a moment like this. Something about regret. Redemption. The fleeting nature of life. Kinley had never been particularly good at profound. She smiled.

"If any of you find my hat, I'd like it back."

The lever dropped.

The floor disappeared beneath her, and then…

CRACK.

Something struck the gallows. The rope snapped loose. Kinley hit the wooden platform hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs as blaster fire suddenly erupted somewhere beyond the square.

Stormtroopers shouted. The crowd scattered. Smoke began pouring across the plaza.Kinley rolled onto her back, coughing, the severed noose still hanging loosely around her neck.

For several seconds she simply stared up at the sky. Then that familiar grin slowly crept back across her face. She pushed herself onto one elbow as chaos erupted around the gallows.

Someone had come for her. Kinley had absolutely no idea who. But she was already starting to like them.

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Pax Velloran]

A SHORT DROP
PUBLIC PLAZA | EXECUTION PLATFORM

Kinley Pryse ​

Pax had expected the list to be shorter.

He stood several rows back from the gallows perimeter with the rest of the crowd, hands tucked comfortably into the pockets of his coat while the officer above worked through what had apparently been a remarkably productive criminal career. Theft. Smuggling. Classified military equipment. Impersonation. Escape from custody. Four counts of impersonation, apparently. Pax watched the officer make the correction with the faintest tightening at the corner of his mouth. Somewhere nearby, someone laughed. He didn't, though he was beginning to understand why finding Kinley Pryse had been considerably easier than finding anyone willing to admit they knew her.

The rope around her neck presented the more immediate concern. Getting close enough to the gallows had taken the better part of two days, one borrowed maintenance credential and a modest contribution toward the gambling debts of a man responsible for inspecting the platform before public use. What he had done once he reached it had been much simpler. The compound was industrial, unobtrusive and intended to weaken reinforced synthetic fibers.

More importantly, Pax had tested it twice.

He had even accounted for the thickness of the rope.

The officer lowered his datapad. Pryse asked for her hat. The lever dropped, and Pax watched her disappear through the platform.

Nothing happened.

His eyes narrowed as the rope snapped taut beneath the gallows. One second passed, then another. Pax slowly removed one hand from his coat pocket.

Three.

That was unfortunate.

Apparently, Imperial procurement had chosen today to exceed expectations. His hand had just disappeared beneath the edge of his coat when a sharp crack carried across the plaza and the rope finally gave. Everything after that happened much faster. Pryse struck the platform as blaster fire erupted somewhere beyond the square, turning an orderly execution into shouted commands, scattering civilians and stormtroopers suddenly trying to decide which problem deserved their attention first. Smoke rolled between the buildings while Pax allowed the crowd to carry him sideways toward the edge of the plaza.

That part, at least, required no preparation.

By the time he reached the opening he had picked out earlier, Pryse was moving again. Good. He had gone to a fair amount of trouble to prevent the Imperials from killing her; it would have been irritating to discover that the platform had managed it instead. Pax slipped between two fleeing spectators and passed behind a merchant stall as another volley sent people ducking for cover. The service passage beyond remained clear. From there, two turns would put them into the rear concourse and give Pryse considerably more places to disappear than anyone following could reasonably cover.

He reached the side of the gallows through the smoke and found her with the severed noose still hanging around her neck. Pax looked at it for perhaps half a second longer than necessary. The manufacturer had promised three seconds. Kinley Pryse had just spent considerably longer than that hanging from the result.

There would be a complaint.

"Pryse."

He caught her by the arm and pulled her toward the opening in the perimeter before one of the stormtroopers remembered that the condemned woman was still supposed to be condemned. "Unless you've developed a sentimental attachment to the plaza, I'd suggest we go."

Pax glanced once toward the chaos behind them, then back to her.

"And quickly."

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

The safest place in the galaxy is wherever Kinley Pryse just left.​

For several long seconds, Kinley Pryse had discovered that hanging was significantly less fun than the stories made it sound.

There had been the drop. Then the sudden, violent snap of the rope tightening around her throat. Then nothing but pressure, panic, and the rather alarming realization that whoever was supposed to be rescuing her had apparently miscalculated.

Kinley kicked once….Twice….

By the time the rope finally gave, she had reached the very firm conclusion that she was never allowing anyone to put anything around her neck again.

Ever.

Then the platform slammed into her back.Air returned to her lungs in one painful gasp just as the plaza exploded into chaos.

Kinley coughed, rolled onto one elbow, and tugged uselessly at the severed rope hanging around her neck.

"Could've done that a little sooner," she wheezed to absolutely no one. Then someone appeared through the smoke.

"Pryse."

Kinley barely had time to look up before a hand caught her arm and hauled her toward the edge of the gallows.

She stumbled after him, still coughing, eyes narrowing as she took in the stranger dragging her through the smoke like this was all part of a perfectly ordinary afternoon.

Then she actually looked at him. He was handsome. Of course he was.

Kinley smirked despite the burning in her throat. Somehow the one doing the rescuing always seemed to be handsome. She wasn't sure if that was some law of the galaxy or if near-death experiences simply improved a man's face.

"Unless you've developed a sentimental attachment to the plaza, I'd suggest we go."

Kinley glanced back. Stormtroopers were shouting. People were running. Blaster bolts flashed through the smoke. The gallows she'd been standing on moments earlier was rapidly disappearing behind a wall of confusion.

She considered the question. Another blast cracked somewhere nearby. Kinley ducked instinctively.

“I think I can learn to live without it."

She hurried after him, reaching up to pull the severed noose free and tossing it aside without so much as looking where it landed.

"And quickly."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going."

Kinley ran a few more steps before looking sideways at him again. She didn't recognize him. That wasn't necessarily unusual. There were plenty of people Kinley had forgotten over the years.

Usually because she'd owed them money.

Still, most of those people weren't in the habit of showing up at executions to save her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, stranger…" The smirk returned, though her voice was rough from the trauma to her throat. "Who exactly are you?"

A blaster bolt struck the wall somewhere behind them. Kinley flinched and picked up the pace. This wasn’t the best time for introductions but Kinley had learned long ago information was sometimes the key to safety.

"And before you answer, if you're the one responsible for that rope breaking…"

She paused, her brown eyes glaring at him.

"Eventually." Her eyes narrowed. "We're gonna have a conversation about your timing."



Pax Velloran

A Smooth Criminal