Beth, in truth, had never been more scared in her life. She had no idea what would happen once she laid down her blaster. She had no idea if they would honor her request of sparing [member="Kat Decoria"]. Maybe it was the wrong choice. Maybe she and Kat were somehow strong enough to take out the 8 Mandalorian killers themselves. But Beth couldn't' risk it. If Kat hadn't been there, maybe she could have fought - it would probably be a better fate to die on this street than whatever awaited her in the hands of the Sith, in truth.
The best Beth could do was stand tall and somehow hide the terror that ripped through her heart, her emotions, and her body. There would be no escaping. No alternatives. Beth held her hands up as she reiterated her request - "
Leave her alone. I know you're Mandalorian killers." She hissed out, although luckily the audio processors hid such aggression. She ultimately knew they wanted her, not the girl, but that didn't mean they wouldn't like to take a Jedi. It felt like only a second later that one of the blackblades shot Kat. A small scream escaped Beth, "
No," as she looked at her friend as the guards flanked her and tied her hands behind her back.
Despite the darkness, though, she felt the Force still with Kat. She didn't die. Whatever they had done to her, she'd be okay. In the meantime, the guards began to move Beth through city blocks, into tunnels, and finally onto a landing area. Then, into an assault vehicle. Beth complied with all their orders, although small emerald shots occasionally flickered around her hands. The tremendous fear, the lump in her throat, the never-ending feeling of her heart sinking into her chest had made it harder and harder to control. Inside the transport, she could only stare at the Major Tiamat in front of her through her buy'ce. Every hair on Beth's body was standing high, with goosebumps riddling her skin. Beth sat between the two troopers.
At least they hadn't taken her buy'ce off.
Beth was yanked out of the chair and muttered a simple, "
No need to be so rude," although her audio processor didn't really pick it up. She knew where she was at. The Behemoth. The Dark Lord himself was on this ship, somewhere. And probably [member="Lady Kay"]. And maybe her Gramma! That small hope faded quickly as she knew she would see neither of them. She stared at the huge, double doors as she continued to feel the darkness penetrate her soul itself, more and more. She jumped, to her shame, as Major Tiamat gave her an order to not brandish a weapon. Wouldn't it be pretty bad if they hadn't removed any weapons she had on her, actually?
The crownguard took her into the large throne room. There was nothing here - no glimpse of light, no hope. The Dark Side encompassed the entire room - she could barely breathe over how heavy the Darkness felt. Beth initially resisted the attempts at kneeling. Mandalorians never kneel. But, after a few moments hesitation, she obeyed as her hands clenched into fists behind her back and small, green electric bolts danced across her hands. She would need her strength - kneeling was the least of her concerns by the end of this day.
They removed her buy'ce next and the one piece that had hidden her fear, her anger, and her worry was suddenly gone. A formerly tight bun had become muffled and messy with several strands of blonde hair down her face. Her long, pointed ears were laid fully back - almost like a cat when they are cornered. There would be no hiding the fear and torment Beth felt this day. More than ever, she wished she was back on Mygeeto inside her small, little tent between the two slum apartments. She never thought she'd miss that. Her mind thought of the necklace on her neck, that could be easily seen by others in the room if they so looked. Only prayers and a miracle could help her now.
The first man to speak to her, [member="Darth Prazutis"], was an intimating tall man. She had fled because she was protecting a child from these monsters, not because she wanted too. She tried to stare at him in his eyes, to prove she was stronger than she looked. She couldn't, though, as she quickly looked away. "
It wasn't because I wished too. I would have stayed if I could have," she hissed back although her voice faltered towards the end of the sentence. Yasha was coming? Normally, that would bring joy to Beth's ears but with the current situation, Beth... Didn't know how to react. How could she? What would she say? Or do? [member="Darth Carnifex"] only welcomed her. What did he say to her?!
Beth saw [member="Yasha Mantis"] enter with the guards and promptly told her to stand. Could she stand? Every part of her body was shaking. The rage she had felt before was fading into something worse - disappointment, failure. It took a couple tries of balancing herself, but she finally managed to stand up. Beth wasn't sure she could and as her eyes began to sting, "
I... I don't know." While it was mostly semantics, Beth noted the coldness in Yasha's snarl. The note of "my" instead of ours. How would the Dark Lord play this? And who would Yasha choose? Or would it be a stalemate? Beth tried to breathe, but her lungs felt more and more constricted.
