Thread: Outlaw Rising (Frelance & darkangel76)

STARSHIP GYPSY DANCER, CIVILIAN CLASS, ILLUMINATI ROYAL VESSEL Orbiting Planet Themis. Reisa had almost forgotten what it was like to transport. The Illuminati were too afraid of her now that they'd tampered with her brain to transport her via any other means than the old-fashioned way of shuffling her about. And that usually meant with rough hands by the rough Elite guards. How she hated them. All of them! For a brief moment, she thought about her parents, the fact that they were gone, had been murdered for doing nothing more than standing up for their rights as people. They'd been admirable, noble...and she missed them. But she'd have time for grieving later. It had been years since she'd lost them, but not once had she been allowed a moment to dwell on their memory. Now that she'd been freed from the clutches of those scum who thought themselves better than all the rest, she knew she'd finally get her reprieve. But not yet. Not yet. Now, Reisa had other things to worry about. She wouldn't truly be safe until they were away from Themis and the whole Inner Sanctum of planets that were under the Illuminati's thumb. You call that boring? Reisa soffed, a tiny smile playing on her lips. She tucked her wild blonde hair behind her ears and followed her rescuer. STARSHIP NIGHTSHADE, MILITARY CLASS, ILLUMINATI ELITE VESSEL Orbiting Planet Themis. Back on the Nightshade, the woman at the control panel just stood there, fear taking over as she listened to the demands being made. She knew she had no choice as she looked over at the Elite who lied on the floor, a crumpled heap. He was no longer the massive man he once was, something to fear and obey. He was dead, lifeless, his eyes staring up at nothing, his lips no longer able to bark commands. The woman nodded and sat back down at the control panel. Her fingers flew over the keys as tears began to roll down her cheeks. What was to become of her now? She had no idea. As she finished the codes that would inevitably alter her life once and for all, she let out a resigned breath. She looked over at her captors and nodded. Finally, she pressed the button that made the broadcast go live once more. Her fate...was sealed. STARSHIP GYPSY DANCER, CIVILIAN CLASS, ILLUMINATI ROYAL VESSEL Orbiting Planet Themis. Reisa tilted her head, blonde curls falling in front of her blue eyes. She pushed at them and smiled. I think I'd like to become a bit more presentable before meeting the rest of those responsible for aiding me and interrupting what had to have been the most vile experienceno, I'll amend thatsecond most vile experience in my life. She nodded, her eyebrows furrowing as she became lost in thought. Dark memories of her time in stark white rooms, men and women poring over her body as they studied her, searched her mind and invaded. She could feel them reaching inside, poking and prodding, looking for things that weren't their own. It was far worse than when the Elite had invaded her body before bringing her on board the Nightshade. Her nose crinkled as she thought about that disgusting man, his breath had been wretched, his weight overbearing as it smothered her tiny body. She wanted to wash up, to clean herself of the filthy remnants of a life she wanted to be rid of once and for all. No longer would she bow to an Illuminati or anyone following their banners. She was free. She was Reisa Amis. Meanwhile, on the bridge, Laela's face had blanched. So many things were happening all at once and she didn't understand any of it. Viruses? And who was Reisa? Clearly she was important to these people, these rebels. All her life she'd heard about the people trying to snuff out the light the Illuminati tried to provide the people, the hope for a better life, a better future. And now she was amongst them, in a den of wolves with nowhere to run or hide. It was a matter of staying alive now, long enough for one of her people to find her, help her. Something. Laela's blue eyes glistened with tears. This was all too much. People she'd thought were her friends, protection were suddenly helping the enemy. She no longer knew who to trust or what was right. Everything was falling apart! If only she was back on Helios! She could be sitting in one of her gardens, strolling through the hedges of flowers, feeling the warmth of the sun against her skin. Instead, she was cold, afraid and so very alone. She shivered as she looked into faces she'd once thought of as familiar. No longer did she recognize them and it made her heart twist. Looking over at the captain, she knew her fate resided in his hands now. And his alone. How had her life suddenly come to this? Mind spinning, tummy lurching, Laela wondered if the captain meant to kill her or do worse. She trembled at the thought...how little she'd done in life, how little she'd seen. She hadn't really thought about how meager an existence she truly had until her thoughts started to sort themselves one by one in her head. Her life had meant so little...so... Looking at the captain, Laela felt a rush of gratitude when he said he didn't have plans to kill her. Though just what kind of plans were in store for her then? Everything seemed so bleak, so dark. Just what kind of life had she lived all her years on Helios? Confined to the fineries of the palace? The world was so much bigger...so much more terrifying than she had imagined. Thank you, sir, Laela mumbled, letting simple etiquette take over. She was too numb to think, too frightened. She curtsied low wishing she could just go somewhere quiet, somewhere to be alone and away from hateful eyes. STARSHIP DOUBLE HELIX, CIVILIAN CLASS, ILLUMINATI SCIENTIFIC SHUTTLE Destination, Planet Charon. Sophie was restless, her thoughts going wild as she thought about what it could mean if Reisa somehow was no longer in the custody of the Illuminati. Her family was known for its terrorism, for the hope it inspired in the rebels trying to rise up against the regime. That had to be extinguished at all costs if life was to proceed and carry on as it did. There was a fine balance in power. The Illuminati ruled the people, governed the system. They provided hope when none could be found and showed a light to be followed. They were the saviors of all and she was glad to be among their most gifted researchers. Sophie had worked hard to achieve her standing within the scientific arena, gaining notoriety amongst not only the Elite, but the royals. It hadn't taken her long to earn a position in their Scientific Labs, assisting and eventually leading the rehabilitation research that would put an end to all who'd compromise the message that the Illuminati wished to spread throughout the system it ruled. Reisa had been a part of that experimentation...a failed experiment, a trial gone wrong! And now she was out there somewhere in the wrong hands! It was a disaster! Has my message gone through? Sophie asked one of her guards. She received a curt nod. Any response? she followed up. The guard shook his head, which made Sophie frown. She could only hope that her message to Charon had been properly received. So far, her trip seemed uneventful. But, she wasn't a fool. That would only last for so long. But she'd be damned if her love on Charon wasn't warned before the others. He needed to know. He needed to prepare.