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Light amongst the Darkness

Mytus VII
Undisclosed Location
Dungeon

Groaning Anastasia turned over on the hard cot as she heard a noise coming from outside her "home". It wasn't time for her feeding yet so she wasn't sure what was going on as normally she was left to her own devices in her cell. Well, until they decided they needed her for an experiment or they thought they could beat visions out of her. They never seemed to learn that the later did not work on her. She couldn't control what she saw or when. The young woman found it useless to try and explain it to them so she kept her mouth shut. That was just one of the many things she had learned during her fifteen years here.

Staying as still and as quite as possible she watched as three guards passed by her cell. She hoped by staying still not to be noticed as her body still ached from yesterday's session. The wounds were still fresh and hadn't had time to heal yet. Normally they never got the chance to fully heal before being reopened. The guards didn't stop though nor did they even look at her which was odd and made her sit up to take notice.

Carefully leaning against the wall she watched as they passed her by and headed into the corridor with not so much as an ugly comment. As much as she wanted out she did not want to go into that corridor because she only knew of pain when they dragged her into one of those rooms.

The castle that Anastasia was being held in was much bigger than the young woman was aware of. It not only held her but Gaurg priests performed rituals and the like on the main floor while below lay their labs and experiments. The dungeon was a place in the sub basement forgotten by the rest of the galaxy. The whole place was heavily guarded as it held many secrets which they wished to not get out.

The hope of being rescued was still there for the young woman but barely. She only held onto it as it was the only thing she had. They couldn't have her hope.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Mytuss VII

Just one more day. His six week long campaign behind enemy lines was soon to come to an end. The New Order continued their advance towards Voss - home of the Silver Jedi. They were defenceless, if not for Hasjo and his Sixth Battalion. The Jedi Master had dedicated his life to preventing the dark side scourge from closing in on the Order. He tracked down and hunted the Sith of the New Order to the furthest reaches of the Galaxy. Today was no different. Intelligence had him believe their was business going down on Mytuss VII involving Sith Alchemy - and where there was such alchemy, there too was Sith behind it. He was presented a tremendous Graug castle. The scanners had picked it up, detecting several hundred lifeforms scouring the structure. At the advice of Commander Josef May, the pilot landed the freighter in a small cove.

The rear ramp began to descend onto the surface. "Pile out!" May roared the command, Fireteam Pool began to jog out the passageway. In their hands were shouldered A-1 carbines and A-2 rifles. State of the art weaponry coupled with the purple durasteel armour they wore. They appeared strange and alien, but Fireteam Pool was indeed strange. They were comprised of four Duros, all of them a clone of a former Duro who had since perished. Field Marshall of the Sixth Battalion was soon to follow. A versatile array of weapons hung from his waist. He was the Exotic Weapons Master of the Silver Order - and lived up to that name. He looked like a walking armoury. He was recently promoted Master, having had two different petitions among two different masters for such a promotion. And within a mere matter of days of said promotion, he had been invited to become a member of their Council. He humbly accepted.

Humble did not seem like a word to describe Hasjo. He was now more machine than Nautolan. More soldier than Jedi. A roiling ocean of emotions swept through his mind. Never was it anger or passion. No, he dispelled all thoughts of the Dark Side, of Bogan. Rather it was his own self-insecurities. Since his defeat on Coruscant during the siege, he had been inside a life support suit every day of every hour. The suit facilitated for day-to-day functions including bodily waste, but it was not this that discomforted the amphibian. It was the claustrophobia, anonymity and loneliness that devoured his heart. He did not feel like the others, though they accepted him just as easily as they had during his earlier years. Yet everything felt different now for the Master. His thoughts had led his mind astray and before he knew it, Fireteam Pool was escorted him to a ravine where they ducked below. Hidden from enemy sentries. He felt something else - a force sensitive was out there.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]
 
Whispers of an invasion amongst the guards caught Anastasia's ears causing her to sit up straighter to take notice. The young girl wanted to get up and move closer however she knew better. Doing so would only alert them to her presence and keep them from talking freely which was something she didn't want. She needed to know all she could in order to help herself. She had never seen them so panicked before so this gave her a slight glimmer of hope that someone may find her.

"What do we do with her?" One pointed to Anastasia whom was still just sitting there. "She's useless in my opinion but he wants her so I say we stick her in the catacombs until this all blows over." The first one nodded and went to the cell to retrieve the girl grabbing her by the arm.

Anastasia had learned by now that resistance was futile. The last time she had tried to escape they had beat her within an inch of her life and as further punishment didn't feed her for a week. The Gaug were smart as they never gave her enough nourishment to really be able to fight back or defend herself. She was kept weak the way they wanted it.

Help me, please..

Anastasia thought as she began to walk along with them. She doubted that anyone could hear her thoughts but it was worth it a shot. She had heard stories of Force Users being able to speak to each other though this thing called the Force.



[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Help me, please..

The windows exploded inwards. The concurrent force was enough to blow one of the massive sentients to the ground. Fireteam Pool burst through the opening, A1 carbines blazing death on the Graug guard. Alarms began blaring loudly. Emergency lights flashed, dancing upon their vision. Hasjo was last to enter, his durasteel boots thudded against the ground. Glass crunched underfoot. An A2 rifle was held in his hands - he was hardly the conventional Jedi. The Exotic Weapons Master was known to mastery a rare weapon, or a variety. In Hasjo's case, he tended to carry with him his own personal armoury. If one tried disarming the man, it would take them six turns before he was empty-handed.

The Jedi Master stood behind the Fireteam, feeling out with the force. He could feel every sentient in the building. This was their tactic. The Jedi would alert the fireteam to an enemy that was about to round the corner, thus effectively firing upon the enemy before they even knew what hit them. It was an effective strategy but one that they couldn't always rely on. A voice trembled through the force, weak but there. A woman's tone. She called out to whoever could help her. Hasjo spoke the words and the fireteam slapped their triggers, a Graug turned the corner just in time to be hit by a barrage of blasters. They advanced forward, Hasjo was on their six, A2 shouldered. "There's someone here. Quckly, find a staircase," he ordered, one of the troopers stood to his feet and quickly jogged down the hall ahead.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]
 
Anastasia didn't expect anyone to hear her cries after all in fifteen years of her being down here nobody had at least nobody cared enough to find her. She wished for more in life and there was still hope that she could get taken out and see what was outside this hell of hers. She prayed for help most nights but nothing ever happened.

She followed them but slowly hoping to give someone a chance to see her before she slipped away once more. They pulled her along. "Move Girl now," he growled at her grasping onto her harder. On purpose she fell to the ground acting as if she tripped over her tattered dress.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
"Down the corridor and on the left," the trooper came back, short of breath and covered in a Graug's blood. His primary weapon was crushed and bent, strapped at his waist. The trooper held an AB-1 pistol. It was known for punching fist-sized holes through most hides and armours in close range. Hasjo motioned his hand, signalling their advance in such a direction. He moved down the corridor and turned left, finding the staircase in particular. At the bottom of the staircase was the dead creature, with two holes in him. One in his thigh and another in his chest. "Wait here for my return," Hasjo warned them. He had a grave feeling about going down there, but he was certain a force sensitive was down there. He had to investigate. He had to save her. He would not sacrifice his soldiers. This threat he would take on his own. He began to descend into the darkness, each footstep accompanied by the massive thudding of his heavy durasteel boots. He reached out with his mind, attempting to call out to her, "I'm coming to save you."

[member="Anastasia Rade"]
 
"I'm coming to save you."

The words echoed in her head as she was roughly pulled up to her feet. She thought at first that it was just her mind playing tricks on her. After all her years here the young woman wouldn't put it past herself to begin hearing things. The types of things that she hoped to hear. "The catacombs, they are taking me down there.." She thought in hopes if there was someone out there that they would be able to hear her. She felt a little stupid doing it however she had to give it a try.

"Come on girl," one of her Graug captors growled shoving her forward. They were having none of her funny business and if they were forced to they would drag her along with them kicking and screaming. They knew however that she would do none of that unless for some reason the girl all of a sudden became stupid again. They didn't understand the purpose behind keeping her alive but than again they didn't ask many questions themselves and just did as they were told.

Anastasia sighed as she pulled herself up and began to walk with them down the corridor still hoping for a hero.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 

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