The Smoke be for the Fires: (Book 1)

[Akirapryde]

Leaving the past behind
The Royal Palace, Capital City
Baklid VI, Outer Rim

(Narrators Notes: This event takes place during the following two hours that will separate last Saturday's game and the next game)

Amee walked slowly down the cold corridors of the Royal Palace's bunker. Her balance shifted as the papers slipped from her weakened fingers. Her thoughts lost on the medical reports that she had foolishly read.

“Human Female Subject: Amee (though her identity can not fully be confirmed at this time)
Signs of prolong extreme abuse are evident through out her body..... What is more surprising is the amount of sexual transmitted diseases that currently infect her body...... While some can be cured, it is clear that most can not..... It is this examiner's opinion that if she is lucky she will die before the effects of one of the STD claim her life.....Her death will most likely be one of greater suffering....Giving her ten years is a very optimistic out look for her....

The Larsin detox has been completed......It is unknown what mental issues that might linger.....”
Tears filled her eyes as she stumbled in to a wall. Amee closed her eyes and the past slammed back in to her mind. She could hear their voices in her memory, 'Tell us how you love it!' The stinging of the whip across her back felt like it was just that moment even though months span the two times. Her body rocks forward as she felt the stinging in her mind once more and their voices again, 'Tell us how you love it SLAVE!' Amee's tears hit the concrete floor as she whispered out loud, “I do love it Master, once more...” Her body rocked once more as her memory felt the whips ripping across her back.
Amee reached up the wall with her hands hoping to find some relief from the memories flooding back. The papers that she had stolen from the ship scatter across the floor. Amee let out a scream as she slammed her fists in to the wall, “NO! I HATE YOU!” She screamed looking in to her own reflection. She turned and tried to run down the hallway. Her balance still off as her mind struggles against the memories. Half trotting, half leaning on the wall as she moves down the hall.

She saw a soldier rushing up towards her. “Ma'am are you okay?” the young soldier asked in general concern.

Amee looked at him, and in her vision she saw the males of her memories. The monsters that turned her in to this thing that she hated so much. The soldier leaned in to help her as she moved in closer to him. She reached out with rage clawing at his face, “I HATE YOU!” she screamed at him forcing him to stumbled back from the attack. His painful cries filled the hallway while she grabbed his blaster in he retreated from the attack. The sounds of its discharge filled the corridors of the bunker.
Amee did not bother to look around. She continued to move down the hall. She stopped in horror as she saw herself bowing to one of those monsters, 'I am here to serve you Master, do with me as you wish.' she heard herself say.

“NO!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “I WILL NOT SERVE ANYMORE!” she continued yelling firing again with the stolen blaster. The shot shattered the reflective window of the door. Luckily the occupants had already taken cover due to the sounds of the first shot. The window shattered as she Amee continued to move through her own personal nightmare. Beyond the door medical personal and soldiers moved from one point of cover to another. It was clear that a crisis was underway. Red lights filled the corridors while blast doors closed.

A Doctor pulled one of the soldiers aside, “She is with the Jedi's group. Quickly! Go get them!” The soldier nodded and ran down the corridor as more shots were heard followed by more yelling and screaming.

Amee turned to see herself as the child she was before they came and took her in to this world of hell. How happy her life was with that family that was only a dream now. She remembered the games they used to play on her family's ship. She saw her childhood friends and even the older boy that she had a crush on. For a brief moment she allowed herself a chance to smile as she saw them playing games in the cargo bay. Then she saw the red lights and heard the sirens blaring.

She saw the battle that changed her life forever. The ship that she was raised on was now blackened by smoke and flames. Gone were the happy thoughts of her childhood. Her ears echoed with the death cries of her family and friends. Walking down the corridor she saw a pirate. His knife was dripping with the blood of her family. She screamed out, “Murder!” as she fired on the phantom. “Get off our ship!” she yelled as she continued to fire as more phantoms fill the corridor.

'Amee, Run! Get out of here!' She turned to see her brother laying wounded on the deck. She turned and ran down the corridor, but her escape was short lived. She turned a corner just as two pirates reached out trying to tackle her. She screamed and fired on them. “NO! Get away from me!” She yelled as the two soldiers fell down before her.

She turned and ran another direction. The smoke which signaled the death of the Yara slowly vanished as the corridors of her new home took shape. Turning in to a room she saw the child of her memory in shackles. The first beast that she would learn to call master whipping the poor captive child. Amee cried out as she fired over and over again at the image. 'What is your name girl?' it demanded of her. The weapon was smoking from the rate of fire and now drained of its energy. Amee dropped to her knees in defeat. She knew she could not fight these monsters. They owned her now. She half cried, half whispered, “slave, I am slave” Her head dropped in defeat. She could not stop these phantoms of her memory. She slowly stood up dropping the worthless blaster by her feet. She walked in to the room that she knew so well. The hooks on the walls where she was hung as punishment. The racks where she was beaten. The place where such unthinkable things happened to her.

Amee walked in to the ward as nurses and Doctors tried to move the wounded and sick out another exit. One of the Doctor's waved the soldiers back who were readying to take her life. “You are Amee. I know you. You are a friend of the Princess. You are safe here. You can trust me.” The Doctor calmly said.

Amee slowly walked around the room. In her mind she saw herself, the captive child. Torn clothes with fresh whip marks across her back. The girl's face filled with pain and tears. “I am Amee?” she said softly as she walked around the room looking at the little girl. The little girl only looked up and shook her head, no.

Unknown to either Amee or the child of her memory, the terrified look on the nurses as their eyes watch Amee carefully.

Amee bumped in to a tray sending bandages and a pair of scissors crashing to the floor. Amee looked at the strange things. It was funny, she never remembered such things in this room before. She knelled down next to the strange items. She heard a soft terrified whimpering but she could not see where it was coming from and dismissed it. She picked up the shiny scissors and looked at her broken reflection in them.

“Amee, look at me, please. You are safe now. No one here will hurt you. I promise.” The Doctor said thinking that he is taking charge of the situation. Amee could see the child girl shaking her head once more, No.

Amee softly looked up at him with her bright yellow eyes. “What am I?” She whispered, “Am I your slave now?” She said digging the scissors deep in to her left arm. The sound of ripping flesh filled the room, “Do you own me now?” She softly questioned as she pulled the scissors down her arm. Her blood flowed freely from the wound. Sounds of blood droplets broke the silence.
“Amee, please stop this. Let us help you.” the Doctor said moving forward hopping to stop her from further harming herself.

Amee flung the bloody scissors towards the Doctor, “Get away from me!” she yelled. Amee heard the girl crying, She turned her gaze at the child in the middle of the room. The poor broken girl was looking up at Amee, 'please end this. Let us forever sleep.' the child cried to her. Amee switched the hands she was holding the scissors and dug it deep in to her right arm.
This time the soldiers were not going to allow this to happen on their watch. The order was echoed down the hallway, “stun her!”

Tears flowing freely from her eyes, Amee looked at the little girl. She was forced to face the facts again. Before she had the drugs to help deaden her pains and her memories. Now all the horrible things that she had done to survive fell about her neck like weights dragging her down under the water. Looking past the soldiers, she saw who she once was. The young girl with so much going for her. A girl filled with life, hope and promise. Now that was all gone. She saw the images of her past life filled with a soft blue glow that was rapidly filling the air around her. Turning her gaze to the child. She could hear the ripping of her flesh once more as she saw the slave that she was forced in to. Once more, Amee saw herself as she really was. It was something that she could never change. She felt the unchanging desires of her broken mind begging for more suffering and abuse. She wanted the monsters back no matter how much she hated them. She was forced to see herself as what she was when she Yara was attacked by pirates........

LOST.....