Proof of Rebellion (Knight & Neko)

[-NekoUke-]

"Move it, savage."

Called a voice that was filtered behind a mask as an armoured male called out to another that wore what appeared to be a prisoner uniform. Like all the other unfortunate souls that wore such clothing, the male in question was indeed a prisoner that was being put to work inside the small but fortified Garlean encampment. Unlike the others, which mainly consisted of the standard Eorzean races; this man sported lapine ears that appeared to stick upwards. There was a male Viera among the workforce, which definitely was a curious sight given how reclusive they were said to be. Even more so than the more oftenly seen females.

He somehow felt like he deserved this. Like it was his just punishment for abandoning his people and taking to flee the Golmore Jungle when the Garleans landed in Ivalice. Especially after he had seen and heard the pushback from the Dalmascan Resistance was going poorly, he chose self-perseverance over protecting his homeland. What other choice did he have? With the invaders firepower he believed running was the smartest choice, and he had every intention of taking refuge elsewhere in Eorzea.

Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky and ended up being captured before he could make it safely out of harms way. Which was how he landed in this camp; which might as well as been a labor camp in the first place.

Siar, the Viera of around twenty-years was his name. His slender frame and flawless complexion, combined with his youthful facial features made him stand out more if his ears didn't shine a spotlight on him. Viera were known for their beauty, and this boy was no exception. Needless to say, he garnered quite a bit of attention from the few female Garlean soldiers that were in attendance. No less the units commander herself, who wanted to keep him as a 'pet', whatever the hells that entailed.

But for now, he was tasked with pushing carts that were filled with ceruleum. The very substance that the Garleans relied on for their various machina. He had only just started but he felt like he was being worked to death. And perhaps he was? Perhaps he was fated to die here. Even if he escaped, even if there was a home for him to go back to there was very little chance of that happening. Under Viera law, he was an exile. Unable to return to the forest. As far as his people were concerned, he did not exist anymore. The wood had forsaken him and gave him his just desserts.

 

[KnightofLight]

Fran looked out over the camp that was gathering ceruleum. The Garleans needed all of it to keep their empire expansion growing which meant they needed servants. They needed labor which meant that, as far as Fran was concerned, that there were people who could turn on them. She had her bow at the ready while a few of her fellow agents were in position. The quick kills were enough to get them inside but they needed to start turning people before they could properly overthrow the entire facility. The commander wasn't just standing out in the open which was a shame as far as she was concerned. She wanted her to be put down right in front of everyone but having her go last would be acceptable. Fran moved quickly taking shots to put down some of the guards while those with her sliced throats or fired arrows of their own into the guards.

They moved quickly freeing who they could, arming them with the weapons of the dead Garleans if they wanted to fight, and letting them flee if they didn't. Fran shot the person next to the Viera man and slid closer to him. He would feel a knife at his back. Viera were uncommon and to see one working here meant he was a traitor or he was a slave. Or both. She held it at his back while gesturing for the others to keep moving.

"Name," she said.

 

[-NekoUke-]

He wasn't aware that the camp was under surveillance by an outside force. But then again, neither did the Garleans until arrows started flying from all directions. There would be confusion as multiple attempts; which were all cut off to raise the alarm were made. Riders who attempted to pilot magitek armor were felled and prisoners freed. With how quick and precise the kills were, it was clear that those responsible were extremely skilled.

Siar looked around, catching a glimpse of the invaders who; to his surprise turned out to be Viera just like him. All women. Part of him was grateful that such a glimmer of hope had presented itself but he was also worried that he'd be a target of this unknown group. That they'd come to finish him off and the Garleans were just collateral. A thought that wasn't entirely unfounded when, after the man who yelled at him earlier was cut down he'd feel a sharp object pointed directly at his back before a voice demanded his name.

It was a rather commanding and blunt tone, which left him little choice to comply. The woman was dead serious and liable to make him a casualty if she saw fit, he figured.

"Siar." He said in a soft tone, with the accent typical of Viera.

 

[KnightofLight]

The arrows were more than good enough to do their job. She was the best eye they had and that, among other reasons, is why she led this group. As they approached the few who ran to armor were taken down first. Without their armors they weren't going to be able to mount nearly as much of a fight as they liked to think which is precisely what Fran wanted. She snuck forward until she had the knife at the back of the Viera that was there. His voice was soft as he said his name. Not partcularly bold. No defiance. She wondered where the fighting spirit of the man was. She raised the blade from his back to his neck.

"Why are you here," she said "and do not lie to me. I can free you but whether that is from your bonds or this mortal plane is up to you."

She leaned in letting him feel her breath on his neck as she waited for the reply trying to gauge him from his responses.

 

[-NekoUke-]

He was being cautious, not knowing what the woman was going to do next as she seemed to lean in. He barely held back a shiver when her breath tickled his neck. Siar would raise his hands, as if he was surrendering thinking that was what she wanted. But what she wanted to know was why he was here in the first place. There was no need, or excuse to lie about it so Siar would be honest with her; believing that to be the best course of action when faced with a knife against his throat.

"I was captured after fleeing my home, much like everyone else here I reckon." Siar said. His voice still soft but a little louder with a hint of bluntness behind his words. "Please, let me fight."

In his mind, she probably saw no reason she should trust him. A coward that chose self-preservation over loyalty to his people, and the wood.

 

[KnightofLight]

Fran eyed him as he mentioned fleeing his home. He had chosen to run rather than fight and yet now he wished to fight. She could understand that but that didn't mean she was going to grant his wish. He was cut free from his bonds and pushed forward.

"If you fight you fight with your own hands," she said "I do not trust you with a weapon. You feld from danger and worked for them. For all we know you've been turned."

She stared at him.

"But if you want to prove yourself then get moving. It will take more than words to engender my trust."