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Illustrator - Daerune - 04-30-2010
There would be nothing in the skies that he could see nothing at all that he could hear everything was just consumed by the silence and the feeling of being alone no humans were around and everything was just perfect laying in the snow as he looked up at the Au'roras over head just watching the magnificent lights twist and turn, these were the moments where he couldn't really be made unhappy when nothing else mattered where he was detached from reality and nothing else mattered in the universe that he was no long part of, a place he never had wanted to be part of but forced to, he left his senses to dull just letting his guard down even the loudest noticing registering in his mind or awareness all but the sudden jolt of pain in his neck scratching it as a little needled object feel to the ground then nothing but the void taking over cutting out the lights of the Au'rora
The only light he saw was the figure of the person working at the flight controls and the sun that it was going past, it was the son in the Omega 47 system that much he knew and the screaming engines gave a clear indication who but it was strange that this was metal but there was a difference it wasn't nomad this was metal and he couldn't sense the energy coming from the person sitting at the ships controls then he took a closer look seeing the color and symbol, struggling furiously trying to escape hoping to do so with using some of his little ability as his muscles strained but that didn't matter the metal was damn strong and he was not going to go anywhere fast so he was just along for the ride.
Docking with the unknown station was unnerving because he had looked around the fields around this space all expect for the northern eastern ones having been told there was a Hessians base but no way this was it was far to fortified and advanced, a Phantom base was what his instants told him, this was the place to be his grave and if he kept quiet they wouldn't know of her just as much as he hid her from the Order he hid her from everyone else his sister. Taking him out of the ship they started to move his shackled body to somewhere in the station trying to remember the route but then they moved a cover over his eyes and his little hope was gone and he knew the droid would not faltered
Being led into a room filled with some type of equipment his whole body immobile from the restraints he was not able to see much but he knew this would be a game of lasting the torturing and resisting everything to not speak to seal the lips that should never open, no sound no yelling no weakness nothing they could do would break him but he knew they would have their ways to make him beg for death although he was always to stubborn to do so