<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(LukeIIA @ Dec 6 2005, 02:10 PM) [snapback]6074[/snapback][/center]
WOW IM OLD I DONT EVEN REMEVER YOU /CRY
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Well yer old IIA. I'm oldschool - just not IIA oldschool. I was floating around mindlessly until I was abducted by IIA. Here's the story:
I walked out of the starport to greet some friends
Little did I know how that day would end
Chatting along side a guild member
When a Lambda shuttle landed, and asked for surrender
All gathered close to see who it carried inside
Many white armored troopers fell in stride
Afraid of their leader, afraid of the pain
Not sure if he?s true or if he?s insane
Proudly stepping out onto the paved road
Vader stopped, looked about and turned.
I froze, aware of the hatred, anger, death
I could see it from here, inhale it on my breath
As he beckoned, I had no choice but to follow
My heart beat faster as I got as close as he would allow.
His fist closed in front of my face,
My breath was lost, I lost my place
Dark laughter and he dropped me at his feet
I leaned on skinned knees, no small feat
Lifted a heavy head, and met that mask
He looked up and huffed ?I?ll take you to task?
With a pull of a hand, I was pulled to stand
He folded arms, ?You thought you were banned?
?You distracted soldiers at arms, for that you were punished?
?But now you are called back as our slave, you?re tarnished?
The soldiers came and pulled my hands to my back
Electric locks clicked into place, forced me up the ship?s track.
A drug was induced, made me sleep long and deep.
I next woke up, in an Imperial keep.
My modest clothes were gone, a twi?lek laid next to me
Battered and bruised, I knew then what my fate would be
A dancer to soldiers, a slave to the darker ranks
I wrinkled my nose because the cell really stank
I moved to the shadows with fragile hopes set high
They?d forget me in the cell, and I would simply die
Luck was against me, as soldiers in black came in
One picked me up, carried me through the smelly din
Placed me back on the ground in a cold dark room,
Harsh mechanical breathing, and I knew I?d met my doom.
By force not my own, I stood and started swaying
My body pulsed with music I somehow heard playing.
Several came in, and none had left
My time was theres, the mercy of their theft
Hours drudged by, yet frozen I stood
Still dancing, would?ve left if I could.
Eroticly the music played onward
My body not mine, my soul prayed upward
The torture to end, never it would seem
Until some new faces came into the dream
They all were tagged with badges of esteem
IIA, they were called, a known dark agency.
One leaned close, to the dark hooded master,
I sweat fear, as I knew this would only be disaster
The dark one laughed at the other?s request
But nodded his head, and I fell into one?s chest
Again the cuffs were placed on my hands,
And again, I didn?t know where my life would stand.
Dark smugglers they had, dirty and rude
But together, united, they had a better attitude.
I was brought to a dry land, lain on a soft bed
The cuffs were broken loose, but I only knew dread.
I?d heard of these men, who broke rules and the wind
Ruffians, scoundrels, worst than Vader?s kin.
The leader hushed them, as the Wookiee stood guard.
?It?s okay, fair lady, no harm is known out this far?
I blinked in confusion, this hard man, was kind?
He left me some clothing, food, and wine.
Walked out of the room to let me rest my poor head.
I still felt like death, and one who was dead.
I jumped at a sound, but soothing noises I heard.
Again, confused, I stood frozen at the word.
?You can leave if you like, no harm will you get.?
?But stay if you like, and I?ll see you safe yet.?
I was shocked and amazed as this Imperial Agent
Who offered me kindness, and requested no rent.
He saved my life, and didn?t choose to abuse me
?What choice do I have, but to stay and serve thee.?
And so, I stayed on, and was welcomed and joined.
But a price was laid down, that I could not be tainted.
Leave the alliance I?d worked for, and grew to love
Become an Agent who was respected and tough.
My life price is paid, and still I live on
With a tough group of scoundrels and cons
Laughing and knowing with a turn of a head
They are true and loving, men of action instead.
I thank the day they came into that cold dark room
Otherwise my life would be darkness and gloom.
Thanks to this agency that has given me life
Fullness and friendship and always some strife.