Weapon of the Empire. (Tarik's Tale)

Chapter Six, part .

Imperial times- Dantooine



Rico Nerai, or Dr. Nick as he preferred to be called, sat in a cell designed to hold a vicious, wild creature who would resist confinement at all costs. That terrifying creature now sat in a near-comatose state in the cell, being force-fed his dinner because he refused to move enough to so much as twitch his tail. Something had happened to Tarik in the few short minutes between the time he�d been talking normally and rationally to Nick, and the time in which he�d heard the word �cage�. The bright, intelligent, seemingly stable creature had regressed to a point that was near catatonic, unable even to speak as he had before. There was some huge trauma in his past that had reduced him to this. Something Tarik had mentioned before haunted him. He�d mentioned that during the destruction of the lab, part of a wall had fallen down and broken his cage open. To anyone that would have been a terrifying situation, but there was more mixed in with his fear of cages than just that. Nick held the scaly head up by his goatee, trying to encourage Tarik to eat something on his own. The orange eyes stared dully past him, not hearing, not caring. Nick sighed, letting Tarik�s head drop back to his chest again. One long ear nearly smacked him in the face as his head drooped. Nick pushed it back into position against Tarik�s head, but it fell again. A sad chirrup came from the green being, and he closed his eyes. "Tarik, don�t do this, please," Nick said, lifting his chin again. He didn�t respond this time, so Nick lowered his head back to his tan-brown chest. "Tarik, i know you�re in there. You have to start talking sometime," Nick said, standing and leaving the bowl on the floor next to Tarik. He sighed in disgust, walking out of the cage and slamming the door shut. "Fine, have it your way. I�m sure the Emperor�s going to love meeting you like this." Tarik didn�t twitch. "He is waiting for you. i ran that code on your wrist through the computer, and he picked up on it immediately." Nick sighed again, "Tarik, do you even know what the emperor is? he�s like a shriveled little version of Vader with twice the power. He�s going to fry you alive if you don�t wake up." The point of Tarik�s ear flicked, and he sighed absently. Nick banged his hand off Tarik�s cage in frustration. "Come on! i�ve been hearing stories about you for the past few hours, tell me at least one of them is true!" he said, gesturing in exasperation. Tarik didn�t move, but he sighed deeply, closing his orange eyes again. "I give up," Nick said, walking a few paces away. "I refuse to believe you�re the same creature that single-handedly broke four rebels out of an imperial detention center, right under Vader�s nose." Tarik�s ear twitched. "You�re nothing more than a overgrown freak of a lizard with the i.q. of a fish!" Nick shouted angrily, storming out of the room. Tarik sniffled a little quietly, not moving. "Not a freak," he said quietly, sniffling as a tear ran down his cheek. ------ Back on coruscant, Kyel and Riker finally finished loading the �salvaged� cloning cyllinder into their ship without being discovered. Kyel grinned repulsively the entire time, giggling about showing-up his brother and muttering about his father being pleased for once. "It�s time that arrogant snot learned his place. I may be younger, but i�m stronger than he�ll ever be," he muttered to no one in particular. "Kyr is so lost, even since he stopped visiting Erik, he�s gotten stupid. Dad knows it, he�s just waiting for me to prove i�m better than dear old big brother." Riker ignored most of his vengeful ramblings, concentrating on securing the cylinder to the cargo bay floor. "Not to interrupt, your grace, but how about some help here?" Riker finally growled, pulling the cables as tight as he could get them. Kyel frowned for a moment, then sighed, walking over to help lash down the cyllinder "This thing is starting to smell, did you have to cut those hoses off?" Kyel grumbled, obviously not comfortable with actually working for a change. "Yes, now hold that one still," Riker snapped, tiring of the demented boy�s behaviour. Kyel�s frown deepened, then he swore as the cable slipped loose and nicked his hand through the gloves. He stood, giving the tank a kick and stalking off. "Finish it yourself," he snapped, walking off into the corridor. Riker shook his head, giving up on Kyel�s erratic temperment. At least now he knew why his father had pawned the boy off onto the emperor to be trained, he didn�t want him anywhere near himself. Hopefully Dreu Kirunne would be a little more stable than the unpredictable Kyel. Hopefuly. ----

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