forum We Could Rule Together (O/O, Closed!)

Started December 21, 2019 by @Basic_User

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"I will be having a long conversation with your master about this," the man grumbled, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Halo. "Meeting adjourned."

Winston was laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling with a bored expression on his face.

"C'mon fellas, not even a holoprojector? I got a show I'm missing right now," he called to the two guards outside of his door. As expected, he got no response.

Halo wasn't given the change to argue, so she stood and gathered her sabers. She headed off with the troopers following behind her. "Where are they keeping him?" She asked as she came to one of the elevators. "I need to speak with him." The first trooper looked at her and nodded. "We'll take you to him." He said simply in a gruff tone. Halo nodded leaning against the back wall.

"Lord Halo will be coming soon," one of the guards said, banging on the door. "Make yourself presentable."

Shit shit shit. Winston sat up immediately, his heard pumping out of his chest. Why was she coming to see him? The only logical reason would be to kill him….right? Was he being paranoid? She looked pretty hurt when he asked if she was going to kill him, but at the same time, she's a Sith Lord. And he was completely at her mercy, having nowhere he could run anymore. So, he stood against the back wall, gently messing with the glove that covered his artificial hand.

Halo stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. She handed her weapons over to the troopers, and looked at them. "Stay outside, and keep watch. I'll be out soon." She ordered opening the door. Stepping in, the doors shut behind her and she crossed her arms, starring at him. "Do you hate me yet?"

"'Lil bit, yeah," he admitted, moving to the far left corner to put as much space between them. His stance was lowered slightly, as if he was prepared for a fight. "But, y'know, it's a side effect of getting your arm chopped off. Why even ask?"

Her eyes are pretty - I mean, terrifying. They looked…glossed over, almost like she was looking though him instead of at him.

"Because I thought maybe saving your life would maybe even things out." She shrugged crossing her arms. With straight posture, she stood firm in her position. "But clearly that doesn't matter. Why do you think you're here?" She asked genuinely curious to hear what he was going to say. She studied his face, and came to his hand. That hand. The one she had cut off. Halo pushed it far back in her head and looked back to his eyes.

"I don't fuckin'-Rancor meat, maybe? You got one of those fat bastards on here?" he asked, looking away from her gaze and shivering slightly. Something about her just made him…uncomfortable. And it wasn't from fear. "Target practice for the stormtroopers? God knows they need it. Um…..a punching bag?"

Halo sighed and rubbed her face. "They do need it, but no Winston." She muttered, not even realizing she used his name. "I told you, we need you, you're a force user." She stated the obvious. "My master wants you to join us, but I have something else in mind." Halo went towards the desk and picked up the glass from the tray, fiddling with it.

The general protests of the Sith was put on pause when she finished her sentence. What is she talking about…

"'Something else?'" he echoed, staying glued to the wall. She was much closer now, and it made his heart beat even faster. "What do you mean by that?"

"I want you an I to train together." She said simply. "I'll show you the ropes, and one day…" Halo trailed off setting the glass down. She looked back at him, and leaned against the desk. "Maybe you could rule by my side, the empire under our feet." Halo shrugged a bit crossing her arms once again. "You'd make for great leader material, no doubt in my mind. It just matters where you use it."

Winston's laugh was surprising, to say the least. But it wasn't out of humor. It was out of shock.

"You-….you got a sense of humor since the last time I saw you," he huffed out, bent over at the waist with a hand on his stomach. "That's-that's rich." After taking a second to recover, he straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face with his left hand. "Alright, for real. Why am I not dead?"

Halo had a look of disappointment and disapproval written on her face. A hint of anger was barely tradable.

Halo pushed herself off the desk and walked over to him. "You honestly don't believe me? That's hurtful." She looked into his eyes, and knowing he'd never believe her, pulled away and turned to leave. "Well, what's the point of keeping you alive if you don't believe me. Maybe the fact that I can convince you is enough. So you better start praying it is." She said before starting to open the door.

"Kill. Me. Now." His voice was hard and choppy devoid of all humor. "'Cause I know for certain that I will never join you."

He stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look at him.

"How many people have you killed?" Winston asked, his face twisted with anger. "Can you even count them? Do you even care?…..No, I didn't think so. You never had someone who could stop you…until you found me. Now your scared, 'cause you met someone you could kill on your own." He let go of her shoulder and walked back over to the bed, sitting down and staring at his boots.

Her eyes followed him, and she wished she herself could. But knowing he's either run, or push her away she stayed where she was. Halo turned back and faced the door taking in a deep heavy breath. "I'm not scared. I'm terrified by what comes to visit me in my dreams. Always the same horrors. I'm stuck in this life, and hoped that maybe one day someone would be there. Someone I could trust. But those dreams are crushed, and now I'm stuck with no hope left for someone to comfort me." She paused and ran her sentences through her head. It was too late to take them back, and her face grew warm.

"I'll tell the troopers to have you brought to the prison containment cells." Her last words left an echo as she walked out and head to her own quarters.

"Have a nice dream!" he shouted after her as the stormtroopers dragged him out of the room and toward the prison cells, the mock enthusiasm in his voice dripping with sarcasm. "See you in the morning!"

"Shut up, scum," one of the stormtroopers said, and smashed the blaster rifle he was carrying over Winston's head. The loud crack! traveled all the way down the hall to Halo, along with the young man's grunt of pain.

Halo gritted her teeth and blinked back the tears stinging her eyes. She couldn't turn back now, she would have to deal with them later. For now she had other things to do. "You- where is the commander?" She asked one of the troopers marching by. "I need to speak with him."

"He's in his quarter's, ma'am," the soldier said, saluting her as soon as she started speaking. "Going over plans for the next raid."

Winston was thrown into the jail cell roughly, landing on his shoulder with a loud grunt.

"You make a sound and we'll throw you into the trash compactor," his guard said, then slammed the pressurized door shut.

"Kind fella," Winston mumbled, rubbing his shoulder as he sat up.

'I'm terrified by what comes to visit me in my dreams. Always the same horrors. I'm stuck in this life, and hoped that maybe one day someone would be there. Someone I could trust. But those dreams are crushed, and now I'm stuck with no hope left for someone to comfort me.' He didn't pity her, did he? Why would he? He was the one who's life was ruined. He was the one who lost everything he had because of her. She was the one who took his hand. She had fucked him over 6 ways to Endor, so why the hell was he feeling guilty?

"Hey, asshats!" Winston shouted, banging against the metal walls with his left hand. "Get Halo for me, or I swear to God I'mma go apeshit!"

The troopers froze unsure what to do. They both shrugged, and one of them talked into their helmet. "The prisoner wants to see Lord Halo. We don't know why." She said over the communication system.

Halo nodded and made her way to the commander's quarters. She was trying to loose the troopers, not wanting them to hear what she was about to say. Picking up her pace she came to the door leading into his quarters and banged on it. "Commander. I need to speak with you."