Project Boussh: Unwilling Subjects
by Alison Sky

Ahchay the Trandoshan went to grab Alison's arm, but she quickly was able to
get out of his grip.  "I can walk fine myself," she muttered.  Looking back at
her friends, Alison started to walk out the door, following the man with
mis-matched eyes.  She knew that Emily, Ooryl and Hobbie were following her
when she heard the door slam shut behind them.

"Where are you taking us?" Hobbie asked as the group began to slow down near a
elevator shaft.

"To see Mister Retsim.  He has a special love for getting to know his
subjects," mis-matched said.

Emily and Ooryl exchanged glanced, and suddenly the elevator shaft doors
opened.  Inside was a clear tube with a floor and ceiling.  The group was
pushed inside, and they could see the bottom of the ocean below them, as well
as what looked to be the bottom of the islands to their right.

The elevator shoot up the shaft, and Alison worked to figure out how far under
the water they were.  By her judging, they were too far to be able to swim to
the surface.  Either the water pressure or the lack of oxygen would get them
before they hit the surface.

Before her thoughts could continue, the elevator went into a metal tube, and
the thing stooped shortly after.  The doors opened into an extreamly white and
clean hallway.  Ahchay pushed Emily out the elevator first, then made the rest
of them follow.  They went though a set of automatic doors, and standing in
front of them was a man wearing an evil smile.

"So, four more heroes have crossed my path.  Two by now have already died,
more, I hope, if my plans went right."

"What plans?" Hobbie spat. 

"What did you do with Face?" Alison asked.

"Oh, the Imperial Actor," Retsim smiled, and Ahchay chuckled in the background.
 "The boy was just not good enough to be an asset to my recruiting videos. 
Instead, I made him into a living war machine.

"At this moment, your friend has reallined with the rest of your group, picking
them off one by one as the circut on his head tells him to.  If he does not,
the pain from the device will drive him insane.  Once all the Rogues, Wraiths,
and your pathatic Terran Group are destroyed, Atner and I will be able to
continue our conquests."

"Face is good as a fighter, but our friends will stop him."

"Then they will have to kill him, because only I know how to remove that chip. 
And don't worry, there will be more of you to do my bidding."

Retsim went on to explain about his plan on taking over the ecology on the
planet slowly, forcing it to become under his control and power.  Meanwhile,
Alison let her eyes wander around the facility.  It was a labortory, that much
was clear.  She could see the jars and test tubes, scaples and syrniges, all
littering tables near a examining table.  Small animals from the galapogos, at
least Alison guess that was were they were from, were in cages.  In fact, one
held a tiny penguin that looked like the one she had tried to rescue a few days
back.

Finally, her eyes came to rest on what appeared to be two swords.  Her mind
started to weigh the possibilities of using them.  She had taken combat for a
couple of years in school, the sword being her speciatly.  But who could wield
the second one?  Maybe Hobbie... after all, he did learn to use a blastsword,
right?

Just then, she felt the shoving of a blaster against her back, and she took a
few steps forward.  Retsim grabbed her face and held it in his hand.  "Now, I
think I will start with you.  That way, your friends can watch as they had when
I killed your Major Janson."

"No!" Emily shouted, struggling to get at him.  Ahchay grabbed her arms and
held her back, while mis-matched kept a blaster aimed at Ooryl and Hobbie.

Alison watched in fear as Retsim grabbed a tiny neddle filled with a liquid. 
This won't hurt much..."