NationStates Jolt Archive

Phamqui leaned over the edge of the cliff, looking down at the man responsible for her existence. She saw him holding the plasma blaster aimed not at her, but the rocks underneath her. With a pull of the trigger she felt the mountain begin to avalanche to the ground. She plummeted in a shower of boulders, falling head first, the only thing to stop her was the jagged pile of stone below her. In the next second she would be mangled. Just before the impact everything went black.
Phamqui shot up on her bed panting uncontrollably. She gazed around the cell she was in. The plasma bars were a glowing blur across from her. “You! Go back to sleep!” demanded the guard that was on duty. She laid back down but was far from sleep as she stared at the ceiling. “It was a dream….” She whispered to herself.
“I said quiet!” barked the guard again. He was young, not much older than herself, and despite his most recent outbursts he was much kinder than the other guards. She turned and looked him straight in the eyes. His face softened at the sight of her teary eyes.
He was a Rhunon, with Dark blue hair and icy colored eyes. He stared at her for a moment more and said, “I’ll get you a glass of water.” Then left.
He returned and put his hand to the print-scanner on the wall. His print was verified and he opened the keypad and typed in the code for her cell. The bars disappeared and he went to enter the cell, but stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance. She was gone.
Just then she came out of no where landing on top of him. She got him to the floor and held his blaster to his head.
“You have two choices. You lead me out of this God forsaken place and join me, or you die now. Speak quickly.” She whispered through gritted teeth.
“ I’ll help, just don’t kill me!” he cried desperately.
“Good choice.” She answered. She knew she would have had a Hell of a time getting out without his help.
They left the room that contained her cell and the other six besides hers. The door to the room was marked, “Highly Dangerous”. Phamqui grinned at the title. The guard had locked her in handcuffs and was leading her through the complex like she was a normal prisoner, knowing that at anytime the woman could lash out and dispose of him. He fought his hardest to be sure he was always needed for her escape to be successful. He knew that as soon as she had no use for him he would probably be dead. Before they went into the next room the guard said, “To get out, we’re going to need an access card. The guards usually just ask the receptionist for one… I could get one, just one though. The computer scans the amount of people there are exiting at a time. If two exit, you need two cards.” They entered the reception and saw a cheery woman sitting at the desk. Phamqui crossed the room in three strides and was hovering over the desk. The woman noticed the shadow and looked up slowly, “Can I help you?” she asked cheerfully.
“I’m willing to trade your life for an access card.” Phamqui responded.
The fear immediately appeared in the woman’s eyes. She threw two cards over the desk and jumped down to the floor she pressed the button to set off the alarm. When nothing happened she looked around confused and saw the guard holding the trigger wires. Phamqui smiled at him they took off running to the exit. Sliding their cards through they left the building as if nothing had happened.
They wandered the streets of the town they ended up in a bar. The two made their way to the bar and they each sat on a stool. The bartender smiled through gapped teeth and asked, “Can I help you two?”
“Where can I find information on the Krayle?” Phamqui asked.
“That’n over there. The hoody brute in the far booth. He got what you’se askin’ for.” He nodded to the corner and Phamqui truned to look over her shoulder. Just then the man hit her over the head with a bat. She blacked out and lost all sense of who or where she was.

She awoke, lying on the floor in a dark room. She turned over and looked at the person lying next to her. It was the guard. She heard footsteps and immediatly closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Boots thumped on the floor very close to her left hand.
"I know this her," said a very smooth voice with a slight accent. The speaker nudged her hand with his boot to indicate who he was talking about. "But I've never seen that him." The man walked around her body and she was sure he was inspecting the guard. "He'd make a great fighter if he had the skills, did she say why she brought him?"
"No sir," answered the bartender. "They were together and I reckoned she had 'im wit 'er for some kinda reason. She ain't one ter question abou' 'er motives if'n you knows what I'ma talkin' 'bout, Sir."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Well she has her reasons. When they wake, send them to me." The sound of the other man's boots slowly disappeared.
Phamqui waited a few minutes before letting her eyes flutter open and she looked around slowly with a confused stare. The bartender stood and walked over to her. "Mornin' Sleepin' Beauty," he smiled.
"Shutup and tell me where I am!" she answered.
"Well, Miss, if I could do tha' I woundn' a hit yer perty li'l head with the bat." a said through a sarcastic smile.
She ignored him and looked at her companion. She pushed him hard in the back and shook him vigorously. He woke with a start and looked around the room.
Phamqui stood and pushed the bartender out of her way. She walked over to the guard and dragged him to his feet. He clutched the back of his head where he had been hit with the bat.
"Get over it." Phamqui responded. "You're obviously supposed to take us somewhere." she replied to the bartender who was now sizing up her body.
"Yeah, yeah." he grumbled.
He exited the room in a silent signal for them to follow. They wandered through hallway after hallway when finally they reached their destination. The bartender opened the door and he and the guard were momentarily blinded by the bright light as opposed to the dark hallway. Phamqui, unaffected by it, walked right into the room, and only then had the light been sufficient enough for the guard and the bartender to really see her features. She had flaming red hair that curled halfway down her back and matched her burnt orange eyes that glared at the back of the chair that sat behind the desk on the other side of the room. The guard also knew of her retractable wings under her arms. The prison had instilled three bands on each arm that did not allow her to deploy them. She wore a grey prison jumpsuit, but still her svelte figure made even it look like a clubbing outfit.
As the men fought to regain their senses the chair spun around and revealed the man Phamqui figured had come to see them with the bartender. She had seen him before in her many involvements with the Krayle. Passing in hallways in different bases and warehouses, or speaking with officers on the loading docks and the many space ports the Krayle had used to smuggle one thing or another. Phamqui was no smuggler though. In all her dealings with the Krayle she was one of two things, a commander or a body guard of some one important, and she never excepted any less. Unfortunately, like all other illegal operations, jealousy ran high in the Krayle. Many of the other operatives would like nothing better than to see her dead. She had a great reputaion among the commanding officers and was first choice in most of her jobs. Her capture had been due to a very jealous commander. They had been rivals for quite some time, but Phamqui didn't realize that he hated her with a passion. She was chosen as the body guard on his vessel. While they were in the port she had been sent by him on what he had claimed to be urgent business. In fact, it had been an ambush of cops. She was out numbered and thus ended up in the prison she recently escaped from.

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