Rebel

Rescue

8 Human Years Later

Vriska looks out over the capital city from her roof perch. Her eyes scan the city. Lights flicker on and off. Fire rage over the city. In the distant harbor she sees three ships starting their way off. A forth ship stays moored at the dock. She watches a small group of trolls run through the small rues of the city. There are at most five figures, varying in size and blood color. The front person looks like eridan, but she knows better. Another is a short psionic. She is in the lead. When a high blood guard attacks the group she strikes them down with her swords. The last of the three discernible figures looks so familiar to her. She stands on the roof and looks back out to the outskirts of the city. She listens to the sound of screams as it fades out in her mind. She runs across the roof and leaps to the next. She goes on her way towards the edge of town.

"Mriist!" The sea dweller yells. The psionic throws a bolt of lightening at the following guards.
"Dual, get him to the ship! Leave without me!" She orders. Dualscar is hesitant at first but nods and heads on with the low blood. Mriist blocks the way. Dualscar helps the low blood run to the ship.
"Hoist anchor! Drop the sails! Get us to Tia Dalma!" Dualscar barks at the crew. It's a small crew of a dozen at most. The anchor raises and the ship turns sharply and heads out of the harbor. Guards try to attack the ship with flaming arrows and revolvers. Dualscar lifts his crosshairs and shoots a few guards. Mriist runs for the dock. She slides to a halt almost falling into the bay. She turns on her heels and runs towards the wall of the harbor. She heads up the stone steps. Guards go to block her but she moves quickly as if she was made of lightening herself. She growls a bit and grits her teeth.  She runs along the stone wall protecting the harbor. The ship starts to pass the wall. She runs and jumps off the end of the wall and catches the edge of the cross bar of the sail. She pulls herself up and goes to the mast and climbs down to the deck. She sits on the wood of the deck and pants a bit. Dualscar runs to her and helps her up. The low blood sits on the stairs to the wheel. Mriist walks over to him with Dualscar.
"Summoner, I swear to god you better be worth this. We've lost at least two dozen good men to get you. I hope she knows what she's doing," Mriist says. Summoner looks at her and sighs.
"I don't know who you're talking about," he says a bit downtrodden.
"The King. She requested we save you."
"The King?"
"You'll see. Anyways, there's been some really weird stuff going on. Apparently there's a rebellion going on."
"A rebellion?" Summoner looks up at her, his brown eyes regaining a small bit of their old fire.
"Yeah. Don't know who's I charge but they're making you a martyr," Mriist yawns a bit. Dualscar goes to take her arm but she slaps his hand away.
"I'm fine dual. Get to sailing your ship. Anyways, Summoner, you should get some rest."
"You as well." Mriist gives him a small bow and heads towards the captain's quarters.

Vriska sits on her couch thinking. The sound of rain beating down on the roof rings through the otherwise silent give. The figure from before looked so familiar to her. It was one she cursed herself for not remembering. She hadn't seen that figure for over half her life. She looks up at her mantle and looks at the pictures that adorn it. One holds a picture of Kanaya, one of Tavros, one of Terezi, one of Eridan and another guy, his brother if she remembers correctly, one of her with Equius, and the last of an old friend. She goes to the picture and takes it in her hands. The figure was identical if not a bit younger in the image.
"Rufioh?" The name slips off her tongue as if made of silk, "but they took you away. They-" she looks back at her front door. The sound of knocking rings out. She waits a moment and another volley of knocking comes. She sets the picture back in its place. She goes to the door. She opens it up to Tavros. He's drenched in water. She grabs his shirt and pulls him into the hive. She slams the door shut and turns to him.
"The hell? What were you thinking?!" She yells.
"You weren't picking up. I got worried," he sniffles. She sighs and hugs him close.
"It's alright. I'm fine," she stays quite for a minute, "wanna play video games?"
"That would be nice."