Queen Witch...Or...You know
Location: Holding Cell – G9 Freighter Dusk Nocturne, Mid-Hyperspace
The cell's lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then steadied.
Zori Galea sat bound in the force-neutralizing chair, stripped of weapons, her signature crimson saber disassembled and sealed in the bridge vault. A sensor collar lined with phrik alloy prevented even a whisper of her old power from reaching outward.
No chants.
No visions.
No seduction of shadow.
She was mortal.
And it infuriated her.
She jerked once against the restraints — not with hope of escape, but as if to provoke some reaction from the void itself.
Nothing
She tried again.
Still… nothing.
For the first time in cycles, Zori's breathing trembled.
She closed her eyes.
Images of Arcubis flashed before her. His dispassionate stare. The cold judgment in his voice. You failed.
The silence inside the cell was broken only by the faint hum of the hyperspace corridor pulsing outside the ship's hull — a sound like a dying god exhaling.
Then—
A whisper.
But it was not from Azis.
It came from within her own mind.
Zori's eyes snapped open.
She screamed. The lights above her burst and flickered, only for a second, before the dampeners stabilized. The collar sparked — punishing her body for the spike of emotion.
She sagged in the restraints, breathing hard. Sweat on her brow. Eyes wet.
For the first time in years…
Zori felt alone.
The cell's lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then steadied.
Zori Galea sat bound in the force-neutralizing chair, stripped of weapons, her signature crimson saber disassembled and sealed in the bridge vault. A sensor collar lined with phrik alloy prevented even a whisper of her old power from reaching outward.
No chants.
No visions.
No seduction of shadow.
She was mortal.
And it infuriated her.
She jerked once against the restraints — not with hope of escape, but as if to provoke some reaction from the void itself.
Nothing
She tried again.
Still… nothing.
For the first time in cycles, Zori's breathing trembled.
She closed her eyes.
Images of Arcubis flashed before her. His dispassionate stare. The cold judgment in his voice. You failed.
The silence inside the cell was broken only by the faint hum of the hyperspace corridor pulsing outside the ship's hull — a sound like a dying god exhaling.
Then—
A whisper.
But it was not from Azis.
It came from within her own mind.
Zori's eyes snapped open.
She screamed. The lights above her burst and flickered, only for a second, before the dampeners stabilized. The collar sparked — punishing her body for the spike of emotion.
She sagged in the restraints, breathing hard. Sweat on her brow. Eyes wet.
For the first time in years…
Zori felt alone.
