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“So that's it?”
The self-proclaimed Dark Empress Oriana looked down at the bedraggled prisoner in front of her.
“That's him.” The bounty hunter nodded and twisted the sword a little to force the prisoner's chin up some more.
“It doesn't look all that dangerous.” The empress' voice held slight disappointment, but her flawless face showed no emotion at all. She crossed a leg over, exposing a shapely, milk white thigh.
“Your majesty, it would be a serious mistake to underestimate him.”
The empress's eyes flashed a moment at the bounty hunter. The fist pulling up the prisoner's head by the hair tightened almost imperceptibly but otherwise the bounty hunter gave no indication that he had seen the danger sign. Nevertheless he hurried to expand.
“There is a good reason the League is offering such a large reward for his apprehension. He's inhumanly strong, ruthless and utterly without mercy.”
The pupils in Oriana's eyes dilated slightly. She ran a long nail along the glowing skin of her thigh.
“Indeed. Well, we have ways of taming stubborn beasts. And if the construct proves to be untamable, the League pays a tidy reward for its cadaver too. The fun we will have more than balances the loss if we have to put it down.”
The prisoner so far had refused to meet Oriana's eyes. Now he turned his head, raising the chin and fixed his brown-green eyes on hers.
“You just have declared your own judgement, Oriana.” he said.
Had he snarled, yelled in defiance or shown any fear or anger Oriana would have disregarded his words. But his matter-o-fact, almost bored manner of speaking sent a frisson down her spine. With an angry exclamation she got up, took the gun from the guard on her left and levelled it at the prisoner. The way she held the gun proclaimed her acquaintance with it. One didn't become dark empress by being a sissy.
She hissed. “You may yet come to regret your words. I know how things like you tick. You think you're human. But when I am through with you, you'll be nothing but a moo, too stupid to know when it is led to the slaughter! But before that I will make you suffer.” She pointed the muzzle at the prisoner's left arm, just over the elbow. The bounty hunter hurriedly moved his leg out of the line of fire.
“I would think twice about it, your Highness.”
The voice, although somewhat muffled, held a mocking undertone. Oriana blinked, confused, and then turned her head to the right. The guard had her weapon trained at the empress. Oriana caught her breath, her face twisting into an enraged snarl but her stomach gave a nervous flutter.
“You're not one of my guards!?”
“She's a fast one, Shadée.” the prisoner quipped and pushed himself up. His elbow slammed back and into the fork of the bounty hunter's legs. The man wheezed and staggered back, stumbled over the steps of the dais and sat down hard.
Shadée shook her helmeted head. “You are a drama queen, Jem. Turn around.” There was a hum and then the magnetic manacles dropped to the ground. Jem extended a hand and picked the gun from Oriana's limp hands then pointed it at the guard, who just raised his hands in surrender.
Shadée pushed a button on her helmet and flipped back the visor. She produced a small holo id and held it out to Oriana for inspection
“Oriana Umra'dil, also know as the Dark Empress, by the power the government of Erenbold accorded me, I hereby apprehend you for usurpation, genocide, murder, manslaughter, torture and abuse.”
Oriana turned to Shadée with a dazed expression.
“You the flipping police!”
Jem grinned at Shadée while he fastened the manacles that only moments had restrained him around the ex-empress' pale wrists.
“Told you, she's a fast one.”
Jem and Shadée (c) me. If you want to read more about them check out my site freyrstrong.blogspot.ch/
Rendered in Iray DAZ 4.8Beta. Love how things came out here. But I am still not totally happy with the noise... rendered to 8000 iterations in 8 hours at quality 10
emperess clothes including headress and Jem's torn suit done in MD4