masked

Chapter One

Aria's POV:

I can't believe the arrogance of those men. The same men that trained me for forty weeks in corascant's newly formed Republic, they disposed of me as if I were garbage. Although, the garbage gets sent through a clean trash chute and they put me on a dusty, musty hunk of junk.
I sighed to myself and took a look around. Everything was old and rusty and dusty. I was sat in a very springy chair that faced an entire panel of buttons and gauges. I didn't know what else to do, nor did I have much choice in the matter. I am on this ship that's leading me to possibly another galaxy for all I know. They didn't tell me where I was going, they didn't inform me as to what they were doing. All I know is they said I wasn't excelling at the academy so they threw me on this ship after kicking me out and I have absolutely no idea where it's taking me.
I could panic! But that doesn't seem like it would help me very much. I could at least try to figure out what some of these buttons do. I mean, what's the harm? They've probably sent me straight to my death anyway. What's the worst that could happen? I speed up the process?

Just then, I was ripped from my thoughts as all these loud alarms blare and red lights flash. I lean over and gaze out of the glass on this heap of junk and I see a beam of light. My ship has stopped. I'm caught in some sort of tractor beam.
Suddenly the lights go dark and all power is gone. I hear a screech as the right wing door opens with a loud thud. I peek out and see seemingly familiar faces starting up at me, I just can't quite place where I've seen such.. distinctive faces before. And guns, they've all three got guns aimed right at me. Shit. 
They came aboard and grabbed me, dragging me out by my arms and they forcefully escort me down a narrow corridor.

I suddenly remember where I've saw their faces. Back on base at the New Republic Barracks, I remember seeing a poster with all their ugly mugs plastered onto it. They're wanted for a laundry list of crimes. And I specifically remember that because I couldn't look away. It was like that one time when I first saw someone get their limbs ripped off one by one back when I was still a rookie and practically lived at the saloons and clubs. We were heading down to a bar in the lower levels and all you could hear were groans and screams. All you could smell was liquor and smoke. My body heated as I thought back to that terrible day.
I could physically feel the pain and I had tears streaming down my face too, much like the person getting his limbs ripped off. But, no matter how much it physically pained me, I couldn't look away.
Same with these ugly bastards. I couldn't stop staring at the big, blue monster that seemed to be the leader of the pack.
He was a large, blue hog-looking monster with a huge horn coming out of the middle of his face and two horns coming out of the top of his head and his entire body was covered in large boils.
The other two goons look like identical twins. They are pale and leathery skinned, razor sharp teeth and incredibly bright red eyes and hair to match.
They weren't albino, just fucking creepy. And evil.

This is like fate! Better than fate.
If I capture these fools and bring them back to the base, they'll have no choice but to let me back in and fight where I belong.