As she left the building where Dectective Cannon was being held, she could feel her plans slipping. Panic was a new feeling for her and she didn't like it at all. More would be coming, and if the shuttle didn't leave soon, all her hard work and plans would be for nothing.
When she had entered the interrogation hut, the second sun had shone through the trees of the swamp. The light had struck her and cast her shadow as a sprawling giant that extended the length of the compound. As she exited the hut, the sun had decended below the horizon, and the giant had left leaving only a woman.
She walked across the compound and entered another hut where her daughter lay across the floor. The ruined form of what had once been a woman trembled and shook. Rattled breath heaved, creating a bizarre dance of ingress and egress. First aid stims would keep her alive until the shuttle was repaired, but how much time she had left she didn't know.
As she watched the fruits of her plans, dying in front of her, she was struck with a hint of joy. Here was a woman who would sacrifice everything for her daughter. Enduring unbearable physical and mental torture for the child she thought was still alive. What the woman had gone through actually made Beverly Carlyle proud. Or as proud as she could possibly feel for the person she hated most in this lifetime.
It would soon be over, she thought. The shuttle would take them into orbit, outside the range of reclamation, and she would end her daughter's life. She didn't know yet if she would feel any better when that happened, but it was worth tryng. She considered destorying the shuttle and ending the life of both mother and daughter, but rejected the thought. Michael had taken the cowards way out, and that path was not for her.
As she watched the dying form of her daughter, her comm. link buzzed to life.
"Is the shuttle ready?" she asked, not bothering to check the identity of the trasmitted sender.
The comm. link remained silent.
"Jordan?" she asked the silence.
The voice coming through was feminine. "I'm coming for you Mother."
"Who is this?" she demanded. Looking down to verify identity she noted the name as Marge "Tynchre" Eskew. The name meant nothing to her.
"I was two years old when you abandoned me," the speaker said. "I'm coming for you, and my sister."
Panic was in full force as she stammered, "What....what....what are you raving about!"
From outside the hut she could hear heavy hydrolics whiring. Then the screams began from her crew. "Slayer....Slayer" they yelled. The sound of rending metal filled the night air. She cracked open the door to the hut and watched as a Slayerdroid Guardian was turning her turret into scrap metal.
Behind the bot, she could see two forms. The outer emergency lights of the compound struck them, turning them into black forms. Shadows extending across the compound. The giants had returned.