Omega 17

(Chapter Thirteen) The Exile and Warriors Heart

*The Transport drifts thru the vast emptiness of space as the thrusters push it along softly. Ice sets it to manual control and leans back in the chair closing his eyes as he prepares for a long sleep. Dipper and Violetta take a medium compartment to the left inside the transport but Shaoun and Amara stay right beside the vat Jake currently floats inside wanting to make sure nothing happens and if it should they will eb first on the scene. Amara stares into the blueish liquid as Jake floats seeming so peaceful yet so empty. Shaoun sits cross legged seeming to be meditating*
"Shaoun....im sorry"
*she speaks softly as she keeps staring into the vat and Shaoun opens one eye*
"Sorry for what Amara?"
*she takes a deep breath and swallows*
"For everything....for being captured for being dragged away by Derrickson....for leaving all of you....for...because of me Ryan is dead and Jake's like this..."
*Shaoun simply smiles softly and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder*
"Amara it was not your fault you got captured...it is the same thing i have been trying to convince Jake of....he has blamed himself every day for your capture he blames himself for losing you....the truth is no one could have predicted what Derrickson would have done back then...he was an unknown factor....truth be told...Jake has never once stopped looking for you no matter how dire things seemed no matter how many times people tried to convince him other wise believing you to be dead....even if you yourself had told him to not come for you he wouldn't have listened....he loves you so much Amara....and never once has he ever forgotten your love for him it is what drives him forward even when the days seem so dark not even the light of day can break thru"
*Amara smiles at this and touches the vat's glass softly as she looks up at Jake's form*
"even when i was being tortured and brainwashed in Hells Forge....i never forgot his love either...it was all i had to drive me thru the nights and days.....if it wasn't for that...i would've died within a week....but his memory and love sustained me"
*Shaoun smiles this time*
"then let that bond connect you even stronger now....believe in him...and he will pull thru i can assure you of that"
*giving a soft bow Shaoun heads into the side compartment to join Dipper and Violetta for sleep leaving Amara alone with Jake as Ice sleeps at the controls snoring softly as they drift thru space. getting a thick long piece of cloth from a storage compartment she wraps it around herself and snuggles up to the vat closing her eyes and falling asleep.it seems like hours pass as they sleep drifting softly. it is only when the ship begins to rock and the sound of turret fire that they awaken to find Ice piloting the transport swiftly*
"Huh? What the hell is going on!?"
*Violettas voice rings out as she rushes out from the compartment Amara already on her feet sitting in the seat next to Ice. outside looking from the cockpit several strange looking fighters are flying at them firing laser bolts and tracer shots small pellet like bullets that detonate on impact. the fighters are sleek like arrowheads with sharp wings on both sides that bend back in a straight line towards the back almost like a blade. painted on them they shine yellow and tan with a single emblem emblazoned upon them: A sword with a shield and axe crossing*
"Oh shit...its the Warriors Heart!"
*Shaouns voice rings out as he rushes towards a console and starts punching in numbers*
"Warriors Heart? who the fuck are they!?"
*Dipper asks in a panic like tone and Shaoun speaks hurriedly"
"The Warriors Heart is the most vicious pirate band out there led by one Captain Harkon a ruthless and merciless pirate leader who will kill anyone he doesn't like friend or foe"
*more shots slam into the transport and it rocks Jake's vat trembling. they speed away quickly the ships following close behind just as a massive warship comes into view:looking much like the Dalron it is painted the same colors as the fighters. as soon as it comes into view the transports systems shut down almost as if hit by an invisible force. Ice tries to get all of it back online but Amara slumps back*
"Emp....a FUCKING EMP.....were dead in the water we cant run or fight back.."
*They all watch helplessly as a tractor beam locks onto them and begins to draw them into the ship the fighters keeping a tight formation around the transport. Jakes vat beeps softly seeming unaffected by the blast and Amara is thankful for at least that. not knowing waht to expect on board they all ready themselves for a final stand inside the transport not willing to give up so easily when a voice comes onto thier comms a silky commanding voice*
"G'day mates moy name is Cap'n Harkon noice to meet'cha. we will be bring'en you all aboard now so please don't resist ok? would hate to ha'v to hurt chu Blackwell scumbags"
*it is this last part that grabs Amaras attention and she seizes the moment. grabbing at the comm she speaks back*
"We are not Blackwell! i repeat we are not Blackwell! My name is Amara Bane i am a Meta-human we stole a Blackwell transport we just escaped from Hells Forge please we need help our friend is barely alive in here please we are not your enemy!"
*A laugh echos over the comms*
"oh is tha so mate? i don believe a fawking word you say...but on the other hand you might be tellin the truth....we will be bring'en ou aboard then we will check ...betta be tellin the truth...ill gut you otherwise"
*comm hangs up and Amara sighs sitting back*
"i hope you know waht your doing Amara....the Warriors Heart is about as good with their word as they are with sharing thier loot...."
*Shaoun speaks quietly and Amara nods*
"i hope so too...because i REALLY dont want to start another war..."
*the transport is pulled into a brightly lit docking bay cluttered with old parts and other fighters. Amara looks around slightly confused and not so impressed*
"wait...this is the mighty warship of Captain Harkon?....looks like shit to me"
*Shaoun shakes his head*
"it is not the ship the people fear...it is the Captain himself....and dont be fooled by the voice...that is not the captain....we will meet him soon enough..."
*looking at him curious the back of the transport opens to reveal several masked armed guards: they wear half masks on the bottom of their faces black with fangs painted on. they have on heavy armor painted tan and black wielding large Tesla Coil rifles aimed at the passengers inside. one of the guards speaks*
"Move it ye bloody gits before we poonch ye full'o holes"
*the guardsmen accent is hard to understand but they get the jist. moving out of the ship several of the guards transport the vat off the transport as well and they begin to march towards the front of the ship. they pass several areas filled with other guards either sleeping playing cards or reading. they move thru several corridors until they come upon two large double doors seemingly made of titanium or a similar metal. opening they step into a visage of darkness: Skulls hang on the walls around a high back black chair set on a platform over looking the controls of the bridge. a arm lounges over the side as a short scraggly man scurries away carrying an empty glass*
"my Captain...we have the prisoners"
*one of the guards speaks this time a tall beefy looking man with one eye. the arm beckons them forward and they move until they stand in front of them and Shaoun,Amara,Violetta,Dipper and even Ice have to admit they are impressed by what they see:a tall strong looking woman sits in the chair waist length black hair falls over her shoulders deep intense red eyes stare back at them her skin tan and fair her breasts ample but firm her figure trim yet strong looking her air of command strong. she speaks her voice light and silky but firm and showing that there is no room for arguments or disobedience*
"I apologize for the ah...mis hap over the comms...normally i do not like to speak over the commlinks i like to have my discussions in private where i can assess the situation my own way...and kill off those i do not like...who you spoke to was my first mate Bigsby and he tells me your not Blackwell"
*she looks at them her eyes hard and stony*
"You don't look like Blackwell....and you carry injuries of battle...yet you fly in a Blackwell Transport claim to have broken out of Hells Forge AND gotten away...on top of that you claim to be a Meta-human....now do you see how hard it is for me to ah..understand this?"
*her voice is silky yet icy as she states this a long curved sword hangs on her belt. Amara swallows and speaks up*
"its true. we are not Blackwell and we did break out of Hells Forge....i have the marks to prove i was there and so does Ice here....and i am a Meta-human so is Ice and our friend Violetta the one with the purple eyes and ....and...and my love Jake whos...whos inside the vat..."
*her voice falters as she points to Jake inside the vat his form floating. Harkon's eyes narrow and she leans forward*
"show me the marks"
*Amara steps forward and so does Ice. pulling up their sleeves on their left arms they show a brand mark:A Skull with a sword stuck thru the top set aflame. Harkon's eyes widen slightly and she sits back rubbing her chin. they both step back and wait. after a few moments Harkon speaks her voice a little softer this time*
"so you were telling the truth....so be it"
*she snaps her fingers and several guards come forward and start taking the vat. Amara goes to stop them but Harkon holds up her hand*
"Do not fear for your friend he is being taken to the medical bay...we will see what we can do for him...as we say in the old times...an enemy of my enemy is my friend...You oppose Blackwell and its allies and you have dealt blows to them that only many of us would ever dream of doing it is the least i can do"
*Shaoun looks at her a question rising in his mind that he speaks*
"Who are you exactly? i mean who are you...truly?"
*with a grin that would shame the Cheshire cat she speaks softly*
"I am what Blackwell fears the most i am the sword in the Heart i am the bullet in the chamber of Fate...i am The Exile"