Every New Beginning Chapter 2 Back to the Places You Will Be From Darana marched forward in the midst of her escort. She could feel the tendrils of hesitant contact from the members of her house, but a sharp look from Lamont cut off any response she might have made. The phalanx reached the waiting transport and the cloak of the guard in front of her billowed out as he executed a sharp left turn, the edge of it lapping at her side. The wind settled as the ramp to the transport was lowered. The guards behind her stood at attention waiting for Darana to enter. She had no other choice or opportunity to even attempt to go elsewhere. With a sense of finality she strode on board. **** "Ahhhh lady Darana." The Emperor spoke softly to her. She entered the private audience chamber and knelt of her own volition, "Master." Her voice was cold and hard, even to her own ears. Her thoughts were for the members of her house. "Concern yourself no more with the students. They are being assigned to our best Sith Masters." The Emperor waved his hand, brushing the topic aside. "The others will be reassigned befitting their skills." "Yes Master." So that was how it was to be, no allowance for her to speak on behalf of any of them, brushed aside and torn asunder. She didn't like it, but then she didn't have to, her place was clearly to obey. "You have served us well, but the time has come for you to focus on the talents we need most." The Emperor paused, leaning back in his throne, "We have had too many failures in the Empire of late." His yellowish eyes narrowed as he spoke. "It will not be tolerated anymore." Darana remained silent wrapping the darkness around her as the Emperor continued, "You will be reassigned to Ground Forces Special Operations Team." He rose and walked forward, "Rise General Cairnfell." Darana did as he bade her, scanning the visage of the man who held her life. His aged features gazing steadily back at her with a hard and discerning nature. "You have proven yourself more than able to handle high risk situations. You will take these missions and once again enter the field." He flashed an unnerving smile at her, "This must be your sole focus, the Red Guards will be commanded by another now and you will accept no communication of any kind from anyone or thing outside of your mission. I do not wish for you to be distracted." "Yes My Master." Darana bowed her head, her eyes catching the Emperors as she straightened. The underlying meaning of her assignment, passing between them. "Report to the ISD Maredour...and Darana, Do not fail me in this." She bowed again, acknowledging both the Emperor's unspoken command and the spoken. With a heated darkness she had not felt before, Darana exited the audience chamber heading for her new assignment. The trip to her new home was quiet. No guards accompanied her, nor was she challenged. The pilot merely nodded in acknowledgment to her and off they went. She was greeted formally by the Ship's Captain, one Captain Greery, a small, thin pince-nosed man with an obvious dislike and mistrust for Force Users. Obviously the son of some favored Bureaucrat. It was during the conversation with him when it hit her. Pain. A backwash of energy from a connection cut. Darana gasped and clutched at the air in front of her. The world reeled as she fell to the floor unconscious. The guards at the house had breached her lower levels and now sentenced her to this one body. Captain Greery sighed audibly, he had been warned this would happen. He turned to the officer closest at hand and gave the order for her to be removed to quarters and their guest notified of General Cairnfells arrival.
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