station: New Surprises.

Posted on Mon Apr 21st, 2025 @ 12:53am by Lieutenant Ainkara "Kara"

Mission: THE KINGDOMS COME AND GO
Location: Dark Harbor
Timeline: Current

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Another day in slavery, Kara awoke and stretched as she got on her knees on her bedding. Crumpled and folded blankets, a few furs, and a pile of smaller cloths that she had stuffed into a shoulder bag to use as a pillow. It was home; hers and hers alone. If she ever caught anyone rummaging around in here she would visit a great amount of pain on them. Stripping out of her old threadbare dress which she now used as sleepwear, Kara made her way naked through the dark passageways and tunnels to the leaking water main. It was cold, very cold, but it was clean, fresh water. She shivered as she did her best to remove any funk from her body by the process of rubbing a scrubbing with her hands without soap. It did what it needed to, and did keep her from stinking. On the way back, still chilled, Kara air dried on the way back, taking up her catsuit and beginning to dress for her day.

Today, Kara would work where directed, but she would try and steer that directive to the pit and the dilithium mines. There were items she needed to acquire, to create what it was that was now tinkling her brain due to an overzealous Q. ~My life will never be normal~ she thought to herself. Kneeling, having just finished applying her second knee high jump boot and tying it tight, Kara caught the sound of movement behind her. Standing up casually, her Sense telling her that the three men were anxious and flighty, not liking the deep dark places for Dark Harbor.

"See? I told you, Jared. I saw the light of a campfire down here. And, lo-and-behold, there's the source."

"Shut it, Tom. You've said a lot of shit that never came true. So, you're right every once in a while. Big deal." This Jared then turned his eyes towards Kara, who was standing with her arms hanging loosely at her sides showing herself to not be a threat.

~Not yet~ she told herself.

The third dipstick in the trio was definitely short on brains. His eyes gave that dim light of 'I'm stupid, please ignore me'. It almost made Kara giggle. But, what she found even more disturbing was how her internal smiles and giggles seemed to flourish more anytime she thought about committing violence. The red crystal in her pocket was warming, she could feel a steady ebb of some kind of energy. Whether that was just Sense telling her how it felt, or if it actually felt that way, Kara did not care. The Red Plasma was calling her to action.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"

"What are you doing all the way down here?" Jared asked as he took a step forward, making himself the go-to leader of the trio. "Does Captain Claire know where you are?"

"No, she does not." Kara said, monotone. "I have yet to contact her for my whereabouts and work assignment. I just woke up."

"Slacking, eh?" This was dumbass talking. Resch had a saying about people and the village idiot, so Kara just assumed that using that analogy, this retard was the village idiot for the trio. Cannon fodder, in other words. If she were to attack right now, the other two would probably push him forward as they backed up. One thing Kara could not stand was a coward. She used to not care, but months of being sexual entertainment and beaten daily as a laborer in the mines had re-aligned many of her past beliefs.

"You're slacking," Kara said, throwing out a jab. "I can see the drool running down your chin."

The tard took in a breath, held it a moment, then let it out to calm himself before acting rashly. "Why you little bi..."

"Shut it, Frank. We can't damage the goods, no matter what they say. If they put hands on ya, then you can defend and knock their ass in the dirt. Not before then." Jared made that all too clear.

"Who's gonna know, Jared?!" Frank looked over at his boss. "No one's down here. I say we have our way with her to shut that mouth, then leave her for Claire to deal with."

"You won't need those," Kara said, extending her arm straight out before her, hand open and fingers splayed as she made the somatic gesture of pulling something back her way. The pistols in holsters and all their rifles suddenly jerked free of their constraints and went behind Kara, clattering to the floor as they did so. "So, now." Kara clasped her hands behind her back and began to pace back and forth as she spoke. It was subtle, to keep them focused on her words not her feet. Doing so, she was able to move closer and closer inch by inch. "You have knives and fists. Equal. Come and get it."

Frank charged in, his dull brain still not fully contemplating what had just happened. She had removed their particle weapons with the wave of her hand and now she stood ready to fight all three of them together. Tom, who seemed to be the smartest, began to step back quietly seeing as how he was behind Jared so could not be seen doing so. Whoever this slave was she was a witch, or some other freako race that could manipulate her surroundings. No way was he going to die this way. "We sure about this, Jared?" He asked this one last time, ready to turn and run should things go sideways.

Jared stayed where he was, his eyes trying to weigh just how dangerous this woman was even as Frank charged in like a drunken bull. He watched as Kara danced around her opponent, jab after jab tagging his face and chest. Blood ran down his face from his nose and a few abrasions around his eyes and on his cheek bones. "I'm done playing!" Frank pulled his survival knife out.

Kara was on reaction only, and seeing the hand come up with the knife in it, she fully intended to hit it with her Force push. Instead, what came forth from her fingertips was lightning. A purple-white-black burst of energy that scored his hand in its embrace, causing him to scream in pain and drop the knife even as he cradled his now wounded hand that had suffered electrical burns. Kara stood there, staring at her hand, amazed that that had just come out of her. However, Frank became really worried very quickly when the eyes of this woman went from her own hand and came back to him, her expression one of evil intent. In her core, Kara had crossed the line, using the Dark Side and fully accepting it for what it had to offer. "Goodbye, Frank." Kara aimed her extended arm at him, another stream of lightning coming from her fingertips as she enveloped him in electrical agony. Out of her periphery, Kara saw both Jared and Tom running for the nearest escape tunnel even as their friend howled in excruciating agony before he succumbed to the pain and his heart gave out. He toppled forward like an unbalanced statue, and did not twitch after. Kara could smell the ozone in the air from her created lightning, reveling in that feeling. "Guess I should wait for the others to show up."

Kara turned back to her hut, went inside, and sat down on her bedding. She waited patiently, meditating, awaiting the arrival of the unit that was sure to show up. All the weapons were where they had landed, and the corpse had been left untouched. Plus, she had the feeling that Frank would not be missed anyway.

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