Blind Justice

Chapter One
3^rd Month, 15^th Day 



"I said I'll be fine." Words spoken hours prior turned to horror.  

What was supposed to be a simple pit stop in Mirefield became a nightmare for the Captain of the prized Taivas, second to none among the rebel crew.  Although small, her speed was top notch among other such sky vessels, airships they were commonly referred to as.  Jessamine Astor had the privilege of leading a crew on the famed ship, aided by none other than Clint Anderson.  The Bear.  His size had earned him quite the reputation among the Republic forces.

But, such tales were not how Jessamine's adventure began.

She raced down the streets of Mirefield, a large trading post in the center of the country, common ground among the Sky Navy and Rogue, that day was an exception.  They'd been looking for a Captain to take advantage of, and boy had they found her.  Lucked out on the twin of a prestigious Captain of the Navy.  For a moment she'd almost been mistaken for her sister, but the sarcastic tone and skittish nature set off the alert of the Republic forces.

It all went downhill from there.  She could run fast enough, her crew didn't know where she was, and finally she ran face to face with a Republic soldier and it was lights out.  Ill prepared and out of breath, he managed to overtake the woman, spirits were high all the way back to Lindon.

"...sixteen counts of evading the law, four counts of treasonous slander-" The offier read a long list of crimes, some brought about humorous memories from the past, others unfamiliar to Jessie's ears.

"Oh, please, you'd better add a few more hundred counts of slander.  Only four?" The woman laughed, although bound tight in thick iron chains, standing flat against the stone walls of the Lindon prison cell. "I curse you at breakfast, lunch, teatime-"

"Four hundred counts of slander, one count of abandonment of the home country of Netima-"

"That was almost ten years ago, eight, you can't seriously still be trying me for abandonment?"

The officer pinched the bridge of his nose, counting from one to ten to control his anger towards the rogue woman.  She only laughed in response to his remain calm.  It only made it worse.  The next thing she remembered was a stern kick in the ribs, and a thick slap against her face.

Lights out.