Burning Fires Burning Lives
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They’d found her when she was struggling to get her father’s body down.
Screaming and weeping, Iris fought the men of the Empire, too lost in her grief and rage to wonder why they didn’t send in their MTs. She fought, and fought, and fought, but eventually exhaustion and numbers were her downfall.
She was dragged from her father, too tired now to scream, bound hand and foot and then tossed aside to await her fate. Battered, bruised, her face stained with tears and blood, Iris steeled herself for what was to come.
Crowe....took care of the bodies, after the incident with the Amicitia girl. They’d been neglected in the chaos of it all. And as much as she didn’t care for the Shield or any of the Councillors....
Leaving them, once attention had been called to them, seemed unnecessary. She ordered a few troopers and their commanders to start handling the dead from all sides, gathering them respectfully.
And then she went back to her business.
It was only much later in the day, that she learned that she was receiving the Amicitia gift as a....reward for her efforts. If she refused, the girl would be sent off to Besithia. Which, well. Crowe had always found the man rather revolting.
She showed up at the girl’s makeshift cell in her armor, and leaned in the doorway. “Iris, isn’t it?”
