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The Claiming of Ford
Marra held onto the console as Rick did his best to avoid blasts coming at their small shuttle. It was indeed a bumpy ride. The explosions near the ship tossed it around, making Marra feel a tad queasy. She let a small smile cross her lips thinking of the times she had been on the transport with her arms securely wrapped around Ford. "Ill never let you go again." She whispered.
Rick watched the larger shuttle in front of them break for open space. He could tell it was headed for the enemy battle cruiser. "Theyre making a break for it."
"They must have Ford aboard that ship. Follow them."
"Were going to die." The young man groaned even as he steered the shuttle to follow.
"No, were not, but we may get a little scuffed up in the process."
"Scuffed I can handle. Dead Im not so thrilled about." He grinned. "Im going to try an old trick and see if it works. If it does we should be able to follow them aboard their ship."
"What are you going to do?"
"First," His hands flashed across the control panel. "We vent the engines to make it look like weve lost power and cant follow. Then," He continued his manipulations. "we give a slight burst of the engines, happens all the time when they fail. That burst, should push us into the wake of the larger shuttles energy field. If it works well be able to follow right behind them and no one will notice."
"Until of course were aboard."
"Then we need to come up with a second part to this sterling plan because we are most likely going to be taken captive."
"Rick, can you play scared?"
Ford tugged on the collar at her neck, just a little tighter and breathing would be almost impossible. She examined the heavy magnetic cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She certainly hadnt expected this turn of events when she thought she had found the door. The bolt that had knocked her off her feet had also knocked her unconscious, when she came to she found herself securely shackled.
"Lord Kurrathian," The voice echoed once again from the speaker above her head. "Stop fighting us and stop trying to escape and you wont be harmed. If you continue, we will tighten the collar until you pass out and can be subdued more efficiently."
She rolled from her side to her back. "This," Ford rasped, her mouth was dry and her throat hurt. "is pointless. Ill be terminated from my ship as soon as they realize I am missing. You know that."
"No, you wont Lord Kurrathian. We have already disabled the termination implant. It is very important that you be kept alive."
"Just not mandatory I be comfortable?"
"Not at all."
"Youre doing that part very well." She mumbled. Rolling over on her side again, she managed to force herself into a sitting position against the wall. Her head felt like it was going to come off her shoulders and now her ribs hurt too. She gave great consideration to the fact that her situation was not improving. She looked to her hands again, twisting the shackles which were held together by the strong magnetic force. No, it was not improving at all.
At least she didnt have to worry about being terminated, if, of course, her captures were telling her the truth. She wondered who exactly would have the ability to disable the implant. As far as she knew that technology didnt exist.
The shuttle was surrounded the moment it came in for a landing. When the door opened the guards who boarded the shuttle found the small blonde holding a disrupter to the head of a young man who was on his knees.
"Stay back or Ill kill him!" She growled, giving Ricks hair a yank to pull his head back.
The guards stopped, certainly not expecting this turn of events. A tall woman stepped forward, lowering her own weapon and motioning to the others in her party to do the same. "Relax. We dont need for anyone to get hurt." She offered softly.
Marra smiled on the inside. Outwardly, she just pressed the weapon harder into Ricks head. "I just want safe passage off of this ship."
"Who are you?" The woman asked gently, taking a step forward.
"Im Marra. I was Garron Fords slave. I escaped when the battle started."
The woman smiled. "Im Sarron Daien. I am the commander of Garron Drors personal guard. No one here wants to hurt you. Why dont you put the weapon down and let us help you?"
"Help me?" Marra asked innocently.
Sarron Daien nodded. "Yes, let us help you. You just need to release the Carron so we can do that."
"Youre Garron Fords enemy. Youll kill us both." Marra jerked Rick back by the shoulder of his uniform. "I dont want anyone to get hurt. I just wanted to get away."
"We wont kill you Marra." The woman took another slow step forward, holding her hand out. "I promise you. Well help you both. Well help you gain your freedom from Garron Ford."
"Dont try to fool me. Im a slave. I will merely be made a slave to someone on this ship."
"No. No you wont. I wont let anyone take you anywhere. Ill give you my personal protection until we sort things out." She looked down at the young man who just swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. "Ill offer my protection to the both of you." She returned her attention to the little blonde. "You just have to trust me."
Marra hesitated for a moment, then dropped the weapon, handing it to Sarron Daien. This might not be the best solution, but it got them aboard. Now all she had to do was figure out part three of this plan.
The guard pulled Ford to her feet. As his men held their weapons on her, he slipped the dark sack over her head. "You are being moved to another location Lord Kurrathian. We wish to do this without injuring you further."
Ford nodded, understanding completely that any resistance would no doubt mean a severe beating. Until things improved for her she didnt need to purposely upset anyone. Eventually someone would make the mistake that would give her the opportunity she required to escape.
She felt two guards grip her arms, one of them poked a weapon in her ribs. The magnetic field at her feet was released allowing her to walk under her own power. She listened intently to everything around her. It was the only of her senses that was of any use to her at the moment.
She could tell that she was being taken from a smaller transport to a larger ship. She figured that she was being taken aboard Garron Drors ship. Now the question was, why? Why was Dror doing every thing in his power to keep her alive? He was certainly following orders from someone very high up in his own command. Maybe his own Chancellor? What was that maniacs name? She struggled with it trying to recall it, but it wasnt coming to her.
She listened as they left the transport, stepping out into the launching bay. There were a multitude of voices around her. People coming and going from every direction.
Someone, she wasnt sure who, draped a blanket over her shoulders when they stepped off the shuttle. Marra tried to take in every thing around her. She glanced at Rick who seemed to be doing the same thing. He brought his hand to his mouth, coughing. She noticed he gave a quick point. She looked only long enough to see six heavily armed guards removing someone from the larger shuttle.
Her heart began to pound in her chest when the length of black hair trailing out from under the dark sack gave away the captives identity.
*Ford. Ford Im here. Im trying to find a way to get you out. *
She hoped that Ford could hear her and knew she was close.
Sarron Daien noticed the look that flashed across Marras face. She leaned in and whispered. "Yes, that is Garron Ford."
"Youve taken her captive?"
"That was our mission."
"Because she has to be stopped. She is a truly evil woman. She masks it well. You should know this if you were her slave."
"She definitely treated me differently than anyone else before her."
"Im sure of it." Sarron Daien offered, placing her arm around Marras shoulders. "Youre safe now. She cant hurt you any longer."
Marra shuddered, she was sure Daien took it as a sign of relief. It wasnt.
Ford was careful not to respond when she heard Marras voice in her head. Great Capri how had Marra gotten aboard the ship and what exactly did she think she would be able to do? Get them both killed maybe? Now she had to worry about the little blonde as well. Not only did she have to find a way out, but now she would have to find Marra and get them both to safety.
She continued to pay attention to as much as possible. She knew she was being escorted into the holding cells of the ship. Once she was taken inside, she felt the manacles being removed from her legs and wrists, then the sack from her head. She let her eyes adjust to the light in the room. Taking in her surrounding she was surprised to find it was a rather ornate and comfortable cell.
"Lord Kurrathian." The tall guard addressed her as he backed out of the cell. "We dont want to hurt you. We have our orders. Please dont makes us do that."
"Wouldnt think of it." She offered dryly as the door closed. She took a deep breath then knelt next to the bunk to begin praying.
"You can stay here for the time being." Sarron Daien said softly, escorting Marra to one door, while Rick was shown quarters a little further down the corridor. "These are comfortable living quarters. You will of course be locked in until Garron Dror has a chance to speak with you. Im sure you understand."
"I do." Marra nodded, hoping for some time alone to gather her thoughts.
"Do you need anything? Food? Drink? Medical attention?"
"No, Im fine thank you."
"Marra. You dont need to be afraid here. I mean it when I say no one will hurt you. Garron Ford cant get to you here."
Marra nodded. She really wished that this Sarron would just leave so she could concentrate on finding Ford and getting them out of there.
The woman moved to Marra, reaching toward her neck she took the necklace into the palm of her hand. "Garron Fords mark?"
"No." Marra lied, hoping that the woman wouldnt take the necklace. "An old family piece. Im not sure where it comes from."
"It looks like a mark of royalty."
"Ive had it since I was a baby from what I understand. Its the only thing Ive ever had that Ive managed to keep."
She let the necklace fall back to Marras throat. "Then by all means do so now as well."
"Thank you." Marra grasped the necklace, tucking it back in her tunic. "The pilot I came here with. I want you to know that I forced him to take me off the ship. He works in the ships library. Hes not a soldier."
"Well take that under consideration. Hes still loyal to Ford?"
"I think he could be persuaded otherwise."
"Lets hope so. For his sake."
With this the woman turned and left the room. Marra heard the lock shift into place. "Think Marra, think." She began pacing the room.
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