3 weeks of Hell 3 months of hiding an family matters

[Tarrant5445]

A long time had passed since Lord Tarrant had joined the armed forces for his active service as to which was required of the nobility. He had for a long time been on the front lines rather than steadily introduced he had been jettisoned right into the fire which was perfect for him the Kusari had murdered his wife in the destruction of a medical transport an he was going to send every last dog that flew his way on a collision course one way ticket to hell his days of surreticiously harbouring freelancers an civilian pilots whom had shielded the innocent from the Kusari had come to an abrupt end.

Date: Unknown : Time: 2200 hours Locations Leeds

Lord Tarrant found himself walking to his hotel still in his immaculate uniform from the Thames Restaurant he had been dinning at for many a night while his post was in leeds. as He walked the streets he turned down a dark alley a short cut to the hotel Devon his eyes swept before him as he went he suddenly noticed the dismal lighting that generally illuminated the alley was out there was naught but the moon high above. He pushed on till he saw a figure coming the otherway dismissing the figure as a lost civilian he walked on as he passed the now visible figure he saw the light of a cigarette. he continued on his way without trouble he turned a corner as a now familiar figure in the dirt of the alley way rise out of a dirty blanket.

the figure was of a old man grumpy with the grime of the street he spoke hoarsley, "Alms for the poor mister please help an old man."

Sebastian Tarrant smiled sadly his hand went into a pocket of his jacket and removed a small credit pad he inserted a hundred credits an signed he handed the pad to the man as he spoke, "There go get something warm to clothe yourself an feed yourself. You can't keep drinking my credits away I'm afraid they are not for a bar tab but to truely help you."

the old man began to lumber away but courteously spoke, " You are so gracious I humbly thank you to save an old mans life so." Tarrant shook his head as the man took off no longer lumbering. an he was once again alone. two tall dark figures suddenly approached out of no were they were bulky an wore jackets which were tightly wrapped around them. One man spoke his voice accented tarrant struggled to distinguish the accent, "Lord Tarrant, you are to come with us immediately we have business you must attend to."

Lord Tarrant eyed the men suspiciously an spoke with authority, "I think you have the wrong person friend I'm as much a Lord as you are a joker" The men began to advance on him, " No need for games now we know who you are don't struggle we wouldn't want to have to break your nose. Tarrants hand flew to his standard issue Laser Pistol he drew it and fired at the man on the left hitting his knee and toppling him. When suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his neck as a man from behind him spoke, "You should have come nicely." Tarrants vision suddenly blurred he felt dizzy an weak he tackled the man on the right to the ground before managing to crawl a few paces an fell unconcious. The man who had attacked him from behind aproached Tarrant kicking him over till he faced the sky before viciously brought his leg up an then down upon his face a loud crunch was heard as blood trickled down his face.


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Time Unknown location: Unknown Kusari vessel

Tarrant had woken up to find himself prisoner but he was not along he had found he was captive with the Lady Demetri of leeds. Much to his distaste when their captors had been discovered the Kusari navy. Tarrant was bitterly unamused there were spies roaming leeds their target was obviously the High Born an nobility or maybe they had been bounty hunters a spy wouldnt have announced his presence nor would an assassin they would have done their job with discretion. Tarrant lost track of days an was wondering why he had not gone mad for the regular torture sessions on the hour day in day out it he exhausted an was sure he was suffering from malnutrion at the lack of food. He knew he could hold against such torture but the screams of her Lady Demetri were beginning to get under his skin it was no way to treat a lady of any class or race he would kill his captors.

He had tried many ways to escape all to no avail if he escaped were would he go it was a ship maybe he could get a shuttle but would surely be recaptured by the time he arrived at the shuttle battle were ever the hell that was. what seemed like weeks passed hope of escape was losing he could barely even pace the brig he was becoming so weak. two guards lower the force field an grabbed him they dragged him through the dark plated hull of the ships to what seemed like another torture chamber. He spoke his voice rasping from lack of moisture, " What now dogs gonna kill me since your pitiful methods can't crack my mind." The guard punched him in the gut dropping tarrant like a sack of potatos they both layed in kicking a guard snarled in reply, " Oh very right you are if you had been co operative we would have sold you off as a slave but now you can die your family along with it Im sure its a matter of time before we get a hold of them or at least enough of your nobility to weaken your people." Tarrant laughed manicly humouring them they stopped their onslaught an picked him up dragging him now an then once in the room they strapped him to a bench guards were at the door a needle was viciously stabbed into a vein blood weeped from the entry point. Tarrant thought to himself well at least there wont be any more Kusari an the honour of Bretonia my military knowledge of bretonia goes with my passing. He felt the first of the drugs that would claim his life force their way into him he shouted huskily," I die for the Queen Karina Regina Imperatrix an the people I serve Long live Bretonia." Agony suddenly took him as his body spasmed cutting anymore words short his vision began to cloud he would fight the drug. The whiz of metal doors opening sounded faintly in the distance of his mind he felt his heart beginning to race there was sudden loud echoes Gun fire. No there is no gun fire that is not right my mind betrays me at the point of death. He felt the needle in his arm hastily Yanked out an a Sharp pain as something was stabbed into his heart. His eyes closed an body went slack as he lost conciousness.

Tarrant heard voices it must have been a dream "We got him your Lordship." A second voice echoed like crackily over a low frequency comm channel"An The Lady Demetri?" "Murdered Sir we didn't get to her in time." "Oh well at least you have my father safe I suggest you get him to the arranged destination your payment will be received once you have arrived ever have you valiantly served our house hold Brand your little company shall be paid in triple for this incursion." "It is an honour you know we hate the current establishment within the Kusari any strike against them is a blow in our favour. End Transmission this channel is compromised" Tarrant drifted unconcious again....


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3 Months Later
Location: Unknown

Final arrangements had been made Tarrant had decided to return home an rejoin his comrades regardless of the potential sistuation. His Daughter would be safe his son inevitably still in some risk in enemy space yet that was always the case when one was in the less known departments of Bretonias governments. It would be good to get off this rock. *chuckling morbidly to himself* Dead an back again old boy Dead an back again. *his laughter cut short as he assessed himself* Im sure I have lost a few pounds from recent events but I'm back to health time to ready up an send a few more dogs to hell.

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