Mirien Valdier
Ice Queen
Mirien sighed, out at a street-side cafe in the upper levels of Coruscant. Her own assignment had completed, and it seemed with the help of the healer Cody and Mirien had found that they had managed to save her life. But at the expense of the lightsided healer's life. Though if what had been inside of her mind and soul had remained, only devastation and death would be left in her wake.
Idly, she read through a paper, catching up on galactic news. Seems the Jedi are sinking a city of millions to save it... Where is the logic in that? Murdering millions of civilians for what? The cost of a few thousand enemies. They've become as bad as the Sith. And to think there was a time I thought the treaty between the war-fearing Jedi and the war loving Sith was funny.... But somehow now it seems a perfect thing to have. Their war mongering makes then a big giant target for the rest of the galaxy.
A bit of sweat had begun to bead upon her forehead, glistening in the moonlight, one of the many symptoms she carried of withdrawal after her ordeal with Cody on Kromm. Her thoughts were disturbed, a sense of danger, and instantly she was on her feet but it was a moment too late as a dart whizzed through the air. Striking her in the neck. Reaching up she plucked it from her skin with a since looking at it for a moment, before it fell to the floor.
That one alone, not enough to put her down, a whiz and she knew another was coming. Before it impacted again, burring itself into her neck she pressed to her com dialing Cody. "Help ..." She whispered as her knees gave way beneath her. Her hands the only thing keeping her from falling completely. Her vision fast fading, "Sleep dart, someone ...taking me..." If it was meant to be deadly, she'd already be so, which left her to assume she was wanted alive. "Use beacon .... fi..nd.. m..m..me" Her voice just at the softest of whispers before her body finally gave out. For she could only hold out so long before her body would fail her. Once the last word was spoken, a clatter could be heard, before the line cut out with an audible crunch.
There was a reason this group of hunters had followed her here. This time of night, there was hardly a soul around anyway save for one cafe attendant. As a hunter flew down, parking alongside the balcony cafe area where the brunette had been peacefully reading, and not harming a soul only moments before, and now lay sprawled upon the ground.
Taking out his real blaster, he make quick work of the attendant, and slung Mirien over his shoulder like a rag doll. Blind, and trapped in the darkness, Mirien was hardly aware of where she was being taken or why for that matter. Sure she'd hurt a fair few people, but killed quite a bit, but surely this wasn't over something like that. No, after the first dart struck, the intention was so very different. Even the feelings in the force told her this being didn't wish her dead, wanted her .... for something. But what that something was, would have to be discovered later when she came 'round again. Her only hope was that Cody had gotten her message, that he knew she was in grave dangerous, caught off guard and bad things were starting.
The man was soon joined by six others, all surrounding the man holding the Grand Inquisitor. For even on a planet this large, there was no telling who might attempt an escape to free her. Even the Darksider had been injected with a heavier, longer lasting sedative just to ensure they reached their destination, without any hiccups. Quickly the group stayed in the shadows, Mirien covered in a stun cloak with the way it was wrapped around her body, most passerby's would think her only a sickly woman that was too weakened and ill to stand on her own to feet. With a shift the man carrying her made it appear as if she had nestled her head into his shoulder for comfort, though all of this an act. Not one bit of it was as it seemed to the people around them.
Soon enough they were on board a ship, her placed onto a bed, and heavily restraints, the type made just for her kind. If they had a say in it, and boy did they ever, that she'd not wake again until they'd reached they unnamed planet, that they made home for their experiments, and she being so powerful, simple fact was she was ideal for what they were going to push her through. Her clothing and personal effects, removed from her slender form, and a simple gown, with a set of scrub like pants was all that she'd receive in return, but at least she wasn't naked. Though it only took a few tugs of strings to remove the clothing, it would be a tiny comfort when she woke alone.
An IV placed into her hand that would constantly feed a small amount of a mind clouding drug as well as a heavy sedative into her system for the time being. Once they got back to base, a few things would change. But that was nothing even she could concern herself with, not when she was forced into sleep when she wanted nothing more than the chance to fight back. And then, she was left alone, in peace with no one to disturb her, though her vitals were monitored by the good doc on a few screens in key areas within the confines of the ship. The only sounds that came from the medical prison cell, were a few moans as she shifted in her sleep, not knowing she was bound, and usually about that time the doc would come again and dose her with a bit more of the sedative. Mirien, would not remember this trip at all, and that was the whole point of drugging her to high hell.
Idly, she read through a paper, catching up on galactic news. Seems the Jedi are sinking a city of millions to save it... Where is the logic in that? Murdering millions of civilians for what? The cost of a few thousand enemies. They've become as bad as the Sith. And to think there was a time I thought the treaty between the war-fearing Jedi and the war loving Sith was funny.... But somehow now it seems a perfect thing to have. Their war mongering makes then a big giant target for the rest of the galaxy.
A bit of sweat had begun to bead upon her forehead, glistening in the moonlight, one of the many symptoms she carried of withdrawal after her ordeal with Cody on Kromm. Her thoughts were disturbed, a sense of danger, and instantly she was on her feet but it was a moment too late as a dart whizzed through the air. Striking her in the neck. Reaching up she plucked it from her skin with a since looking at it for a moment, before it fell to the floor.
That one alone, not enough to put her down, a whiz and she knew another was coming. Before it impacted again, burring itself into her neck she pressed to her com dialing Cody. "Help ..." She whispered as her knees gave way beneath her. Her hands the only thing keeping her from falling completely. Her vision fast fading, "Sleep dart, someone ...taking me..." If it was meant to be deadly, she'd already be so, which left her to assume she was wanted alive. "Use beacon .... fi..nd.. m..m..me" Her voice just at the softest of whispers before her body finally gave out. For she could only hold out so long before her body would fail her. Once the last word was spoken, a clatter could be heard, before the line cut out with an audible crunch.
There was a reason this group of hunters had followed her here. This time of night, there was hardly a soul around anyway save for one cafe attendant. As a hunter flew down, parking alongside the balcony cafe area where the brunette had been peacefully reading, and not harming a soul only moments before, and now lay sprawled upon the ground.
Taking out his real blaster, he make quick work of the attendant, and slung Mirien over his shoulder like a rag doll. Blind, and trapped in the darkness, Mirien was hardly aware of where she was being taken or why for that matter. Sure she'd hurt a fair few people, but killed quite a bit, but surely this wasn't over something like that. No, after the first dart struck, the intention was so very different. Even the feelings in the force told her this being didn't wish her dead, wanted her .... for something. But what that something was, would have to be discovered later when she came 'round again. Her only hope was that Cody had gotten her message, that he knew she was in grave dangerous, caught off guard and bad things were starting.
The man was soon joined by six others, all surrounding the man holding the Grand Inquisitor. For even on a planet this large, there was no telling who might attempt an escape to free her. Even the Darksider had been injected with a heavier, longer lasting sedative just to ensure they reached their destination, without any hiccups. Quickly the group stayed in the shadows, Mirien covered in a stun cloak with the way it was wrapped around her body, most passerby's would think her only a sickly woman that was too weakened and ill to stand on her own to feet. With a shift the man carrying her made it appear as if she had nestled her head into his shoulder for comfort, though all of this an act. Not one bit of it was as it seemed to the people around them.
Soon enough they were on board a ship, her placed onto a bed, and heavily restraints, the type made just for her kind. If they had a say in it, and boy did they ever, that she'd not wake again until they'd reached they unnamed planet, that they made home for their experiments, and she being so powerful, simple fact was she was ideal for what they were going to push her through. Her clothing and personal effects, removed from her slender form, and a simple gown, with a set of scrub like pants was all that she'd receive in return, but at least she wasn't naked. Though it only took a few tugs of strings to remove the clothing, it would be a tiny comfort when she woke alone.
An IV placed into her hand that would constantly feed a small amount of a mind clouding drug as well as a heavy sedative into her system for the time being. Once they got back to base, a few things would change. But that was nothing even she could concern herself with, not when she was forced into sleep when she wanted nothing more than the chance to fight back. And then, she was left alone, in peace with no one to disturb her, though her vitals were monitored by the good doc on a few screens in key areas within the confines of the ship. The only sounds that came from the medical prison cell, were a few moans as she shifted in her sleep, not knowing she was bound, and usually about that time the doc would come again and dose her with a bit more of the sedative. Mirien, would not remember this trip at all, and that was the whole point of drugging her to high hell.