A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan.

[Seth Karlo]

Alarms blared and Syana looked up in shock, it appeared that the battleship she was on was under attack.

Men ran past her cell, screaming into communicators and at each other as the ship rumbled. They were moving. Syana picked up her communicator that she had stolen and spoke urgently into it.

"This is Syana to anyone out there, the ship I am on has just started to move. It is a Sarissa class battleship, I repeat, we have just started mo-"

She cried out as someone knocked her down. She peered upwards, seeing her handler, one of the men who had captured her in the first place. His eyes were alight with fire and his hand was closed around the handle of a curved knife.

"Slave... you're a thief... bad news honey, thievery is a bad thing."

Syana's eyes widened slightly as he approached, her almost naked in the garments they had dressed her in, him in standard outcast uniform and a good 6 or 7 inches taller than her.

He moved closer, and she scrambled to her feet, moved backwards, tried to find purchase on the rough metal floor.

"Slave my dear, seems some Corsairs have come to rescue you... isn't that sweet?"

Syana looked up, and the man faltered, for something had just erupted in her eyes. Her high heels, tall and menacingly sexy seemed to snap through the air, connecting solidly with the mans groin. He groaned and bent over, and her hand connected with a large whack on the back of his head.

She picked up the knife, and without pausing, without hesitating she buried it deep into his chest, screaming triumph as she did it.

"BLOODLUST" she screamed as she slid into the corridor, heels being pulled off with one hand, the knife dripping with blood in the other. She took one look up and down the empty corridor, and then stalked towards the bridge, a crazed look in her eye and a bloody knife in her hand.

The beserker within her had awaken.

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