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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 25 Location: Somewhere in my head |
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| Introduction: Don't underestimate the desire for freedom. | ||
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Author's Warning: This is a start to a little thing I wanted to write about the start of the Torak Lakus. It is not a love story. It is not a happy story. It is not necessarily about Karith. It is a bunch of folks who were part of it, who brought it together, organized it, and their struggles through it. Eventually, all their stories will meet. I have hinted of the Torak Lakus in many other stories. In fact, at some point they will be mentioned even in the Dragon Tamer. They started with just few who were tired of the religious rantings of the Rovers, of their control and their abuse. Once their world was free, they become the driving force to preventing tyranny and created an alliance of worlds set up to defend against any further encroachment of conquering species from outside our area of the galaxy. It wasn't easy. It's never easy to stop feeling sorry for yourself. But they did it. There's a lot of violence and a lot of death and sadness in these stories. But hopefully they will be informative. Karith scrubbed the counter at the tavern and inn she worked at. It was meager wages, but it was enough. The tavern was fairly full as she cleaned up a bit; looking at the clock, sighing as she still had an hour before she could leave and go home. She went to the back, to a small courtyard that was surrounded by the walls of the tavern, and there was only one way into it... well, at least only one known way. In the middle of the cobblestone courtyard was a well that Karith drew water from. She leaned over to look into the dark water, watching the bucket sink into the blackness, the same way the world had sunk into the blackness servitude under the Red Tide had brought. Karith's heart jumped a beat as a hand grabbed her shoulder. She whipped around, her violet eyes wide. "By the gods, Jaron! You scared me near to de.... Jaron, what happened?" A young scrawny ssala male was bent over, blood dripping down his front and pooling on the ground at his feet. He could barely hold himself up. "Karith! Help.... The Guard... they ambushed...." He slipped to his knees, gasping for air. Karith went down with him, trying to hold him up. "C'mon, you gotta come with me! I'll get you to safety. Once you're safe, you can tell me what happened. Let's go, before anyone sees you!" She took his arm around her neck and helped him up, dragging him along. Once in the tavern, she looked around the corner to make sure no one could see them struggle down a hallway to a spare room. Karith closed the door and quickly moved the barrel that hid the entrance to an underground cellar, pulled open the heavy door, and helped Jason down the ladder. She then went to a wall of wine glasses and pulled out one near the bottom, reached into its slot, and pulled a lever. A tiny slit in the wall opened up, through which Karith dragged Jaron, dropping him onto a cot in the small room. She did her best to stanch the blood. Finally, Jaron was stabilized. "Listen, I think they'll come here. They may have found the passageway. You have to go and clean up! I know I bled everywhere. Don't worry, I'll be ok! You gotta make sure they don't discover this place!" "I know, I know. You be very quiet. Here's some more rags and bandages, and just stay still. You lost a lot of blood. I'll be back for you tonight. I'll bring you some food and water. I gotta go now!" She quickly left, closing and hiding the way. She went back up and cleaned as best she could. When she was finished, she rushed over to the tavern owner to let him know about Jaron. "Bak!" she hissed to the large lizardlike Jokester, named so because their planet is called "Joke" meaning "home" in their language. Jokesters were known for being very peaceful and honorable. The lizard lowered his smooth, featureless head to listen to Karith. "Jaron is here...." The door to the tavern was thrown open, nearly taking it off its hinges. Heavy red plate boots thumped against the wooden floor as four Red Guards strode in. Everyone in the tavern quickly got up and left, only a few brave souls remaining in the opposite corner from the heavily armored Red Guard. The Guards sauntered over to a table and sat, leaning back in their chairs. Red Guards were not allowed to show their faces, so had to always wear their dark red helmets and armor in public. Karith's eyes widened as she saw the silver spiked shoulder pads and silver trim on one of the Guards. It was a Planetary Counter! Every planet had a pair of Red Guards known as Counters. They were chosen specificially to be opposites so that they would have to come to compromises before any big decisions or laws could go through, as they were equal and both had to give an order before anything happened. For a planetary Counter to be here was a big worry. "LIZARD!" His deep voice was firm, the kind of voice that threatened violence if it was not obeyed. "We'll have your finest!" Bak glared at Karith, knowing full well their lives could be over in just a few minutes. "Yessir! Coming right up, sir!" He hurried down to the cellar. Karith joined with the other two women who helped out around the bar. She kept her back to the Guards, fearing they'd see her nervousness. If they knew she was a part of the Torak Lakus Resistance, they'd kill her on the spot and burn down the tavern, and probably kill all the others, even the two women who weren't a part. Bak rushed back with a bottle of wine. He gave it to Karith. She looked up at him. Those yellow slitted eyes of his were very upset. She was risking his life and livelihood by taking Jaron to the old hideout, which he had made clear he did not want to be used again. While he was all for helping by supplying food and other necessaties, he did not want them there in his tavern. As a beast race, it had taken him many years to gain his freedom and establish himself. Karith obeyed and took the tray with four wine glasses and the bottle to their table. She didn't look up as she poured the fine red wine into the glasses. The Counter took the first glass and twirled the wine around in the glass, inspecting it through the dark sockets of his helm. "I hear ssalains have red blood. Is that true, ssala?" Though he didn't move his head, Karith knew he spoke to her. She did not look at him. "I'm only half ssala, Counter, sir. I wouldn't know." Her long, straight, silky red hair covered her face from his view, but she felt his gauntleted hand brush her hair aside, pulling it behind her slightly pointed ear. He then grabbed her chin and jerked her face toward him. She wanted to pull away, to pull the knife from her boot and shove it through one of those skull-like sockets. She could feel his eyes boring into her, and she prayed he was not telepathic. "You don't fear me, do you, halfling?" His deep voice was alluring, almost gentle. Karith said nothing, just stared back at him. "Ssala tend to cause quite a few problems. They have this annoying need to be the best, the most powerful... and to be 'free.'" "No more annoying than the Reds' need to conquer everyone," Karith hissed back. She stared defiantly at him. She heard him chuckle behind the blood red mask. "You are interesting. You don't fear me, do you?" Karith said nothing, knowing he could kill her in the next heartbeat. She set her jaw and looked away from him. But he was not fooled by her show of submission. "I didn't think so. You are very interesting. Maybe you're even more interesting than this. I just have a suspicion." He suddenly stood and shoved her back against the other Guards. They caught her, holding her as she stuggled and screamed, trying to break free. The Counter nodded to Bak, tossing a few coins on the table as he turned and went out the door, followed by the other Guards dragging Karith along. **************** Karith was bound and thrown into a vehicle that took them to a different city. It flew over the land like a bird of prey. It was only an hour of laying at the feet of the Guards who all sat in silence before they landed, but it felt like all eternity. They dragged her out and she was taken up into a giant castle like building, black and oppressing, covered in weapons and guards. She struggled the whole way up the spiraling black stairs. Finally, the Guards stopped and removed her bonds and shoved her forward, then turned and went back out the door they had gone through. Karith watched them go, then turned to face the Counter. He stood behind his desk, and she knew he was smirking at her. She was helpless now; there was no way she was getting out of here alive. She glared at the Counter, hating him and everything he stood for. The Ssalain Accord was a powerful network, but lately the Red Tide had been picking at their edges, slowly eating away at them, surrounding them. And the Ssalain government was too arrogant to see their slow and steady demise. "Well, ssala. I could have a telepath up here. A Graj, and I'm sure it would be happy to take a look in that pretty head of yours." Karith couldn't help but shudder. The Graj were an ugly, strange race from a distant galaxy, but their telepathic skills were so renouned for being very painful when needed. The Counter came toward her when he saw the shudder. He stood before her and she knew he was looking very intently at her. She stared back, anger burning in her. "But, I'd much rather leave something of your fiery personality intact, so how about you just tell me all about your little rebellion?" Karith said nothing, just continued to look at him. The Counter snorted with humor, turning his back to look out his window. "Well, I'd get it out of your friend, but I'm afraid he passed on not so long after we left. Too bad. Jaron was so young, he had so much potential...." Karith screeched in rage, pulling the dagger from her boot and launching herself at him. She knew she had no chance, but she had to try. He turned to face her but simply stood there as Karith stabbed the knife into a link at his shoulder. Grunting, he stumbled back a bit, pulling the blade from his flesh. He put it on the table and calmly walked toward Karith. Utterly stunned, she backed away, her eyes wide. He was a Regenerater, a species so rare that they were more legend than fact. Pure ones were just about gone, but their regenerative gene was so dominate that it could survive a hundred generations. They could heal in an instant and thus aged at a snails pace, outliving most other species by millenia. Karith backed against the wall, flattening herself in fear. He stood before her and she could feel his gaze burning into her. He reached out to her. In reflex, Karith tried to strike out, but he grabbed her wrists, his grip hard as she struggled desperately. But she was no match for the strength of the Counter. He pulled her hands over her head and made her stand on her toes so she couldn't struggle anymore. "You are definately interesting. Willing to risk your life to avenge your friend. Was he more than a friend? Maybe a brother, or even a lover? Was he worth it?" "You disgusting sarr'nki!" Karith could only whisper it, so many emotions choking off her voice. She could feel tears in her eyes. The Counter chuckled. Karith grinded her teeth, trembling with rage. "Are you the last one left? Or are there more of those little hideaways?" The counter freed one hand, holding her thin wrists with just one strong hand. He brushed aside her hair, lifting her chin to look into her eyes, which were full of tears. He knew she would tell him nothing, but he liked tormenting people. Without warning, Karith spat at the Counter's black socket. The Counter roared with rage, backing away from her and turning his back to wipe at his eye under his helmet. Karith bolted for the door, thinking she'd rather they kill her than torture her. But the door was locked. She heard the Counter curse behind her, and she whipped around only to have him grab her arm and toss her to the desk. She stumbled and fell over it. Before she had the chance to move, she felt the Counter behind her, his body over hers, his hands gripping her wrists and holding them against his desk. "You little bitch. You just gave me an excuse to kill you." "It's not like you needed one. You'd kill me even if I knew anything and told you!" She struggled, trying to break free. Even if she died now, she would die fighting. "Actually, I have no intention of killing you. I find this exciting," his voice got low and husky, almost like a growl. Karith stopped struggling, taken off guard by his tone. He joined her wrists and held them together in one hand again, which no matter how hard she twisted she could not break his grip. She watched his other hand take the knife that she had driven into him and felt the cold metal run down her face, her neck, down her back, and then felt it under the seam of her pants, heard the knife slice through the fabric. Screaming, Karith squirmed as hard as she could, trying desperately to pull her legs together so that her pants wouldn't fall to the cold marble floor. But the Counter had put his feet between hers and forced them apart as her pants slid down, leaving her pale rump and shapely legs naked. Bumps rose on her skin from the chill in the air. The knife clattered to the floor. She could feel him remove the crotch guard, and she screamed in fear and rage, tears in her eyes, knowing that it was hopeless. "Now, now, my dear little wench. I haven't even started yet. Aren't you going to beg for mercy?" "Go to hell!" Karith snarled, trying to pull her hands free. She didn't know what good it would do, but anything to resist. The Counter pressed his hard cock against Karith's opening, chuckling as Karith sobbed, unable to move. She felt his hot rod enter her, stretching her as it had been years since her last lover was killed in a raid against the Red Guard food storehouse. She grinded her teeth in pain, still trying to struggle. But once the Counter was in, there was no point. She felt the coldness of his metal armor slamming against her as he pounded her, sheathing himself totally in her. "Mmmm, I like you, wench. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while, whether you're part of the resistance or not." His voice was decievingly soft and gentle. It was outright cruel. Sobbing, helpless, Karith grinded her teeth and told herself over and over that she would get him back, she would kill him slowly, cutting him until he slowly and painfully bled to death, as Regenerators could not regenerate their blood as fast as their flesh. She would avenge all her friends, all those she fought beside, and everyone she cared about. He laughed as he stroked in and out, feeling her tremble in hatred and pain. "One way or another, my dear, we'll stomp out your precious Torak Lakus Resistance. Whether you help us or not," he whispered harshly in her ear and she could hear his grin in his voice. With an infuriated sob, she felt his hot fluids fill her. When he pulled out, he backed off of her as if she were something dangerous. But she slid to the floor, anger choking her to where she could barely breathe and thus could do nothing as he reattached his groin guard and walked back around his desk. She heard the creak as he sat back into his chair. "I know Ssalains are immune to most types of torture. Wound their flesh and you only enrage them. But wound their pride, their dignity, and you can start cracking them open. However, I am curious as to your other half. It will help me determine what torture method would be best." Karith bit down on the joint of her thumb until she tasted her blood leak into her mouth. He was right, Ssalains were nearly entirely immune to physical torture as they were able to control how much pain their brains received. And what they weren't immune to was so much that it would kill them before they could speak. While she hurt emotionally from all that he had done, it wasn't enough. The Counter waited quietly as her thoughts raced. After a few minutes of listening to her sob, he sighed. "Very well, my dear, you leave me with little choice." He pushed a button on his table and a mechnical voice answered. "Computer, send Jjaq to my quarters." A minute had barely passed before the doors opened and hooves cracked against the black marble floor. Karith didn't need to look up at the hideous Graj. The creature had four legs ending in hooves and two arms ending with three long fingers each. It was covered in sickly green scales, its tail a short, thick knob. Its head was what turned most people away from it. The head was long and cylindar shaped vertically. It had no mouth on the face, but rather a mouth like orafice between its front pair of legs. Spaced evenly around its head were four eyes running vertically up the head, each able to move independantly of one another. There was no sound that Karith could hear, but the Counter nodded to to the Graj. "Yes, Jjaq, I'm glad you came so promptly." One strange eye flicked down to Karith. "Yes, she is. And I'd like you to find out more. But, please do try to use some tenderness. I actually rather like her feiry spirit." Karith put her hand to the cold ground, thinking to try to pounce past the Graj and out the door. Her hand, however, slipped over the knife that the Counter had dropped. Without hesitation, screaming in her rage, she leapt at the huge but frail Graj. She barely made it to her feet before her knees gave out under her, her whole body wracked with agonizing spasms. Three of the eyes that she could see turned to focus on her. The Graj didn't move as she felt the creature reach into her head. Her brain felt like it would explode as another consciousness filled hers. Screaming now in pain, she clutched her head, falling over onto the ground, curled into a ball. "Do not resist." The voice was soft, kind, almost angelic. It calmed the pain in her mind. "All shall be clear. All shall be good. Let go. Relax." Her spasms slowly eased as she felt the creature pushing further into her mind. Images flashed through her mind, everything that had happened recently, then slowly moving backward in time. Panting, she tried to stop the flood of memories, things she had buried to avoid the emotional pain. It wasn't until the Graj started to get close to the information that they seeked, the locations of the hideouts and sympathizers and members, that she clenched her jaw, calling on her Ssalain side, blocking the pain from her mind and put her hands under her body, forcing herself to a crouch. Baring her teeth in primal rage, she sprung at the Graj with an animalistic roar. ********************************************************** Karith came slowly to reality. Her head pounded and her eyes felt swollen. She then felt a cool pack of some sort get laid across her forehead, relieving some of the pain. Despite the agony in her eyes, she opened them, looking up at the Counter. "You are very lucky. He almost burst your brain. Luckily, it was only a few blood vessels and those were easily fixed." He stood and walked away from the bed. "Wh... why?" She could barely think of the word. She felt like she was swimming around in her own skull. "You still have information. Jjaq got nothing of great importance, although, had I known you were half Ra'asz, I would not have really bothered. Potent combination there, resistance to pain, and resistance to telepathic inquiries. All I can really do is kill you. But I'm not ready to do that just yet." He turned to look at her through his helm. He was not allowed to remove in the presence of anyone but a Crimson Rover, the Red Guards' masters, a race that Karith had heard was also telepathic and slowly going extinct from a disease spread through telepathic contact. Because of that, they stayed far from each other, accompanied by a Graj, which was the only species that could not only detect but was immune to the very disease killing the Rovers. How many of them there were, no one knew for they kept themselves secret. No one even knew what one of them looked like under their armor. Karith could keep her eyes open no longer and squeezed them shut as an agonizing spasm wracked her body for a moment. Her mind soon blocked it out, even though she still writhed. "An after effect of Graj mind torture. It will go away soon enough." There was a sudden banging at the doors. "Enter." The Counter turned. As one door swung open, Karith peeked through one eye to see who it was. Gold flashed in the sunlight that poured in through the giant slit of a window behind the Counter's desk. "Having fun, are you?" The gold Counter went over to the silver Counter's desk, falling back into his chair and propping his crimson armored feet onto the black table. He was slightly shorter than the silver Counter but much leaner. And his attitude was obviously different, as was chosen by the Rovers. All Counters had to be incompatable to be paired to avoid the chance of corruption. "Heh. Come to lecture on my torture methods?" The silver Counter strod to the desk, pointedly and forcefully shoving the gold Counter's feet off his table. With a chuckle, the gold Counter simply propped his feet right back up. "Well, I could, but you've heard it all before. I'm here because another store house was attacked while you've been locked in here toying with that one. Either kill her since she won't talk, or hand her to me. I'll take care of her." His voice was suddenly stone, cold and impassive. Karith couldn't help a small cry of pain as her body spasmed again. She curled onto her side, facing away from the two, clutching her head, trying desperately to douse the burning in her brain. "Fine, you try. I'll take care of the issue of the storehouse, knowing you are totally incapable of such things." His voice was venomous. They had the relationship that was considered perfect for Counters. They couldn't stand each other. The only thing that bound them was their loyalty to the Rovers. In order to become a Counter, a Red Guard had to prove again and again his or her loyalty to the Rovers with tests that were said to be able to break the soul rather than the body. A Counter was as high as a Red Guard could get in the Red Tide. Karith heard through the pounding in her head the silver Counter's boots clank against the ground as he left his quarters. Now she was alone with the gold Counter. "Jjaq said he didn't think you were terribly important. And quite frankly, neither do I." Karith heard the gold Counter come up to the bed. She suddenly twisted, grabbing the Counter's wrist in a death grip, glaring up at him. A syrenge was in the hand she held. "Relax. It will help with the spasms. If I intended to kill you, you would not even have had the chance to turn." A spasm rolled through her, and she couldn't hold his wrist any longer. She barely felt the long needle pierce her neck, but the effect of the drug was almost instant. Her body relaxed and her pain melted. With a shuddering breath, she could feel her thoughts organizing themselves into a million questions. She slowly turned, looking up into the sockets of the gold Counter. He chuckled. "I don't have to be able to read minds to know what you're thinking. I assure I have no intention of raping you, or of torturing you. You are probably part of the Resistance, but you really aren't as big of a problem as 'Silver Wings' likes to make you out to be." He used the common folks' nickname for the silver Counter. "Quite honestly, you are barely even an annoyance. So I see no reason for him to hold you any longer. Here's some clean clothes. Get dressed and get the hell out of here." He dropped the clothing on the bed and turned to leave. "Wait." He stopped, but didn't turn. She sat up, holding the silken bed sheets around her naked form. "If you don't care about the Resistance, then why is he allowed to run around killing and torturing people? Aren't you suppose to stop him?" "I've tried. But that is not something that he has to consult me for. It does not affect the planet as a whole, thus it is out of my hands. I wish it wasn't such." He left her there, the doors wide open. Karith slipped the simple dress over her head and stood, staggering a bit before heading out the door. No guard stopped her as she made her way out. On the massive stairs leading to the gaping chasm that was the entrance to the fortress, she could see a small town in the near distance. She hoped she would be able to find transportation back to her own city. After a long walk, she reached the edge of the town. She looked behind her to see the fortress on the hill, grim and devilish. "New here?" Karith turned to look at an old woman. "Yes. How could you tell?" "Only new people look up there. Those who live here, we keep our eyes averted. It's not a pretty sight." She ambled on through the filthy street. |
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