Acheron looked at the intruder, his mind wondering why she would continue to stand her ground knowing she was outmatched. Turning sideways, the Obelisk looked at the girl with a sense of pity deep within him. The girl howled and charged at the Prelate who calmly deflected the attack of his blade and grabbed the girl by her hair.
With a swift motion, Acheron slammed the girl’s head into the wall, rendering her unconscious. He knelt beside her and picked her saber up. With a shrug, he moved to the closet and opened the door, “Come on, Rivers. Let’s go before more show up.”
Two of the flechette marked goons continued to writhe as the shards of metal continued to rub inside their stomachs and chests. Pained whimpers showed Baam that this cybernetic beast escorting him was designed for two purposes, pain and protection.
Acheron pointed to a row of seats, “Sit there, Rivers. I’ll be back shortly.”
As Rivers sat, he noticed that no one else was on the transport. Acheron moved to the cockpit of the vessel and spoke softly with the captain for a moment.
“Captain, we’re ready to go. Take it easy and slow. Attract no more attention that I’ve already managed so far. I really don’t feel like fighting off a boarding party.”
The captain nodded to Acheron, “As you wish, my Lord.”
Acheron clapped the man on his shoulder and returned to sit near Rivers, “Tell me, Rivers. Why do the Red Crows want you so badly? Did you steal money from them?”
Rivers shook his head; “I was working on something for your people and they found out about it. When I saw you, I thought I had failed and they sent you to take care of it. I’m sorry for shooting you earlier…”
Acheron shrugged, “Not like it did any damage. My skeleton is top of the line and a few explosions aren’t going to noticeably hinder my functionality.”
Rivers nodded, “If you want…I can probably fix any damage that might have been done though.”
Acheron shook his head, “Only my brother works on my systems.”
Rivers nodded and fell silent, holding his bag close to his chest. He leaned back in the chair; “I think I’m going to rest now.”
Acheron nodded, “Very well.” The Prelate looked out the windows of the transport and wondered how much longer he would have to baby sit Rivers before he could turn him over to the people at the Citadel. Leaning back in the chair, Acheron settled in for the remainder of the trip.
“Lord d’Tana, please report to the cockpit.”
With a sigh, Acheron pushed himself out of the chair and headed to the cockpit, “Yes, Captain?”
“We’re being hailed, sir. The Red Crows claim we are carrying their property and demand its return of they will start firing.”
Acheron looked out the viewports and swore vehemently, “Is there anyway to out run them?” The Captain shook his head, “No, my Lord.”
Shaking his head, Acheron looked at the Captain, “Let them aboard. I’ll make sure nothing gets punctured.”
The Captain nodded and stopped the vessel. Once the Crows were informed that the property was ready for transfer, they began to move to intercept the transport ship.
Acheron went back into the passenger area, “Give me your data pads, Rivers.”
Rivers shook his head, “I-I-I-I can’t! The information on these simply cannot be given to those criminals.”
Acheron looked at the young man, “Give them to me. Now.”
Rivers was shocked into reality and handed all of his work over to the Prelate. Acheron took the data pads and plugged the cable into each one. As the data pads became empty, he would switch them for the next one.
Once all the information was stored on his memory circuits and partitioned away from the rest of his brain, Acheron deleted the information that Rivers had placed on them. With a slight shake of his head, Acheron began to fill the data pads with incomplete schematics for outdated technology. Once the pads were refilled, Acheron piled them together and placed them in a satchel.
Shortly after all the data was downloaded and replaced, there was an urgent banging on the outer hull of the door. Pulling his FA-3 back into his hand, Acheron held the satchel in the other hand. He had Rivers open the door and step behind him.
“If any of you truly value your lives and want to make a tidy fortune on these data pads, I would suggest you take them and be on your way. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to kill all of you. Rivers stays here with me in exchange for his data pads.”
The mercenaries looked at each other, “That ain’t the deal here, ‘borg. We’re taking the data and the slic….”
Before the merc could finish his sentence a carefully Force-funneled blast from the FA-3 ripped through his chest. The merc still beating heart landed next to the feet of the next man, “Do I need to repeat myself?”
The mercenary looked up from the heart and shook his head violently, “No, I got it. We can all be rich if the kid stays and we just take the data and go away. I think I would rather be rich.”
Acheron nodded and handed the satchel to the speaker and closed the door, “Go sit back down, Rivers.”
Acheron made his way to the cockpit, “Let’s get out of here, Captain. Before they find out what I put on those pads.”
With a gruff nod, the Captain edged the throttle up, putting distance between the Crows and themselves. The Captain turned and looked at Acheron, “It’ll be another three hours before we reach Selen. Make yourselves comfortable and I’ll inform you when we get closer.”
Acheron nodded and moved back to the passenger area, “Well, Rivers. You’re almost a safe man.”
Rivers smiled nervously, “I won’t be until we make it to where we’re headed…”
The giant shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I can pretty much guarantee that there won’t be anymore trouble this trip.”
“Lord d’Tana, we’re nearing the Citadel,” the Captain said over the comm. Acheron nodded slightly, “Get ready, Rivers. We’re almost here.”
Rivers awoke and reached for his satchel. For a moment he panicked before remembering that it was used in the ploy against the Red Crows. With a smile, he looked at Acheron, “Thank you for the escort. Maybe one day we can meet up and I’ll explain what I’ve been working on.”
The cyborg shook his head, “I could have easily found out, but I don’t want to know. I get the feeling it’s better that way.”
As the ship landed at the Citadel, Acheron stood slowly and gathered his things. He motioned Rivers to the door. As it opened, Marick entered the transport, “Well, Acheron. I see you’ve recovered our Slicer. Mr. Rivers, may I see what work you’ve completed so far?”
Rivers laughed nervously, “I’d love to show you, but the data pads are gone. He gave them to the Crows.”
Marick’s face went stony as he rounded on Acheron, “What?!”
Acheron shrugged, “I’m sure they’ll find out-dated tech interesting, Marick. I’ve got everything that WAS on them saved to my memory and partitioned away. I just need somewhere to store it.”
Marick nodded, “This way. Both of you.”