#vorinthia

“What’s going on!?” It wasn’t an attack –The Force hasn’t warned her of any malicious intent and she didn’t feel any turbolaser hitting the ship. Vorin’s eyes moved from one screen to another, scanning various displays and readings. THRAN replied with a high-pitched noise. Something about being pulled. By then, Vorin noticed her ship moved to its starboard-side and the shaking slowing down. In near panic, she tried activating the hyperdrive engine again, routing every power the Wing possessed for the task. That only started the rumblings anew and her astromech warned her about possible engine damage. Within minutes of being pulled, a dull grey, medium-sized cruiser of unrecognizable class came within sight at the corner of the viewport. It clearly wasn’t a Republic vessel and it didn’t look like pirates. If it was an Imperial cruiser, she had never seen one like it before.

The cruiser had a vertical build with a spherical section in its “top” which appeared to house the bridge. In its mid-section, Vorin could see a hangar, where her own ship was being pulled to. She glared at the intercom, anticipating a hail.

Nothing.

THRAN spoke again. Vorin couldn’t translate the entire sentence but she understood what was said. Fighting the tractor beam with her ship would be futile. There’s enough time, she thought to herself. The pull is slow enough for me to prepare. She ran into the ship’s armory.

“THRAN, hide yourself. You know what to do!”

*****

Half a dozen men and women greeted the Wing’s arrival into the hangar with much uproar. Once the white-and-green painted ship landed, two from the group blasted the Wing’s door open with blaster cannons. The rest charged inside, their red lightsaber blades manifesting as Vorin welcomed them with her own in the main hold. She staved off the first boarder, who -judging by his movements- seemed to avoid aiming for her vital areas. That proved to be disastrous for him as Vorin was fully intent on dispatching them all with the ferocious Juyo form she had been practicing recently. He fell, his abdomen seared open diagonally by one of Vori’s blades, and the pain he felt while slumping on the floor became the grindstone to sharpen her focus.

The other attackers wasted no time to step in, charging at Vorin alternatingly from different sides. She wound another one in the arm when the assailant, a young human female, got too close. It was a calculated move on her part, successfully pushing Vorin closer to the wall. Vorin cursed internally for allowing herself to be cornered but her ship’s small space offered little advantage to her in the first place. Outnumbering her, one of the attackers managed to crush Vori’s wrist using The Force, disarming the woman’s offhand saber. Losing one made an opening in her guard and another assailant hit Vori’s face with the blunt end of her own deactivated lightsaber.

They didn’t wait until she hit the floor before shooting her with a tranquilizer projectile.

*****

In his hiding spot –a nondescript space beside Vorin’s tihaar stash– THRAN emerged to inspect the situation. His master and the attackers were gone a while ago, carried off when he turned himself off temporarily to avoid attention. The attackers didn’t make a thorough inspection of the ship after they subdued Vorinthia. Still, THRAN detected sentients outside the ship’s entrance. He also noticed that the Wing wasn’t in the hangar anymore, judging from the view of trees and ground visible outside. The astromech spun and did what Vorin programmed it to do in the case of such emergency: sending a broadcasted to certain people in her list of numbers. Where ever they were, Xirandir and Ami’lee would receive an encrypted message:

//If you receive this that means I’m in danger and my astromech droid did as I programed him to send this during distress. This message should be accompanied with my latest-known coordinate . -Vorinthia//