Frea Sheplin
Jetstream
The third punch landed square in her stomach. The air that had once swept in and out between her wide open, grinning lips would instead begin to burn with its absence. Indignation forced her to laugh the hit away as to soothe her own wounded ego even if it meant greater discomfort than necessary. By the time that the last laugh had parted her lips she was just barely hanging on to her consciousness. Ragged gasps ripped against her throat as the two men that held her by each of her arms began to pull her up again for another round.
Her eyes set on the well-dressed man before her. He had discarded his overcoat on a nearby chair along with his scarf and cane. He had eyes as green as greed itself, cheekbones as chiseled as a diamond. When he spoke it was hard not to take note of the way his Imperial accent made sure to let you know that he was better than you in every way.
"And so you just thought you'd give the items back and call it a day?" He asked while at the same time motioning for the two henchmen to raise her up even higher.
"Yep." Frea managed to speak under a small but defiant exhale.
"You were hired for your skill, not your morals." The man said as he slowly began to approach. His hand reached out for the cane by the chair that slowly began to move and shift its way over into his grip on its own. "The amount of credits that those holocrons alone would have netted was—"
"Not worth the—" Frea tried to interrupt the man. Instead she was met with the thicker end of the glorified walking stick that the man had brought with him.
"You will speak when I tell you to." He almost growled in anger before he lowered the stick to the ground again and leaned himself against it. "You are lucky that we were only sent here to teach you a lesson. I personally wouldn't have been so kind."
"This is the sort of naive act of treason that should have carried a heftier fine. Like a shot in the back the next time you see that sister of yours, or perhaps a small droplet of poison in the next drink you have with the one that you love." It was evident that the man had been granted the honor of holding this speech before, and from the way that he seemed to grin from cheek to cheek it was as equally clear that he enjoyed it. "We are everywhere, and we see everything."
"And yet—" Frea stopped herself for a moment with another defiant chuckle. "And yet not enough to stop—"
The fourth punch was thrown and with it the men let go of her arms. She collapsed to the ground with a thud. For a moment the cold duracrete surface of the floors felt like an act of mercy, but not too soon after that the pain from her bruises began to set in.
"Stay out of the circuits in the northern quadrant if you know what's good for you." The man added as he shook his hand for a moment and reached for his jacket to wrap it around his shoulders again. "This is your one and only warning. Next time it will be I who chooses your punishment."
With his scarf hung around his neck he snapped his fingers for the other two to join him in leaving. Frea listened for their heavy footsteps to go away entirely before she finally began to worm her way onto her back and sat up against a nearby pillar. Some part of her had expected this, but not that they would send their private executioner to deliver the message. To that end she supposed that hopefully this would conclude the whole holocron saga, but something told her that people like the man in the long coat didn't really know what it meant to let go of a grudge.
Frea pushed herself back onto her feet and slowly began to stumble out of the building and towards either a bar or a clinic, whichever came first. There were more ways than one to quell this kind of pain.
Her eyes set on the well-dressed man before her. He had discarded his overcoat on a nearby chair along with his scarf and cane. He had eyes as green as greed itself, cheekbones as chiseled as a diamond. When he spoke it was hard not to take note of the way his Imperial accent made sure to let you know that he was better than you in every way.
"And so you just thought you'd give the items back and call it a day?" He asked while at the same time motioning for the two henchmen to raise her up even higher.
"Yep." Frea managed to speak under a small but defiant exhale.
"You were hired for your skill, not your morals." The man said as he slowly began to approach. His hand reached out for the cane by the chair that slowly began to move and shift its way over into his grip on its own. "The amount of credits that those holocrons alone would have netted was—"
"Not worth the—" Frea tried to interrupt the man. Instead she was met with the thicker end of the glorified walking stick that the man had brought with him.
"You will speak when I tell you to." He almost growled in anger before he lowered the stick to the ground again and leaned himself against it. "You are lucky that we were only sent here to teach you a lesson. I personally wouldn't have been so kind."
"This is the sort of naive act of treason that should have carried a heftier fine. Like a shot in the back the next time you see that sister of yours, or perhaps a small droplet of poison in the next drink you have with the one that you love." It was evident that the man had been granted the honor of holding this speech before, and from the way that he seemed to grin from cheek to cheek it was as equally clear that he enjoyed it. "We are everywhere, and we see everything."
"And yet—" Frea stopped herself for a moment with another defiant chuckle. "And yet not enough to stop—"
The fourth punch was thrown and with it the men let go of her arms. She collapsed to the ground with a thud. For a moment the cold duracrete surface of the floors felt like an act of mercy, but not too soon after that the pain from her bruises began to set in.
"Stay out of the circuits in the northern quadrant if you know what's good for you." The man added as he shook his hand for a moment and reached for his jacket to wrap it around his shoulders again. "This is your one and only warning. Next time it will be I who chooses your punishment."
With his scarf hung around his neck he snapped his fingers for the other two to join him in leaving. Frea listened for their heavy footsteps to go away entirely before she finally began to worm her way onto her back and sat up against a nearby pillar. Some part of her had expected this, but not that they would send their private executioner to deliver the message. To that end she supposed that hopefully this would conclude the whole holocron saga, but something told her that people like the man in the long coat didn't really know what it meant to let go of a grudge.
Frea pushed herself back onto her feet and slowly began to stumble out of the building and towards either a bar or a clinic, whichever came first. There were more ways than one to quell this kind of pain.