A game of pawns was different from a game of chess. A game of pawns would always be different then a game of chance. Overpower the King to take the Queen and all the rest of the pieces would come tumbling down. That's what Runa had been taught by the one she considered her Creator even as the Creator viewed her as nothing more then a creature.
The rare model, the only model made in a female structure. Of course Runa's programming left her unaware of the fact she truly was a 'droid. Like any human being or human seeming creature she could cry, she could bleed, she could feel pleasure and pain just as anyone else could.
There now she sat across from the Creator at the great table with the magnificent chessboard between them. Runa was trained to not only be a fighter but also a manipulator and deceiver. Upon first creation the Creator had thought to herself that Runa's mind perhaps would always be more of a weapon then any item she could hold within her hands.
"I am sending you away, Runa."
The words came out crisp, detached and smoothed with the common tongue of the Creator's heavily accented indifference as the electric blue eyes shot up from the assessment of the chessboard to consider the Creator. Runa's tongue moved over her lips, lost through emotions she had yet to understand before she could only voice the one question she could comprehend.
"Why?"
"I tire of you....you are worthless to me here....and alone you are better off."
"Is there not anything I can do to find your favor again?"
Her favor. The Creator smiled thinly then, a smile that Runa was far too familiar with when she knew only another measure of pain would be delivered in some form or fashion.
"Well yes....there is something you could do for me. Something that if you are successful, would bring you back into my favor."
The words provoked a restless stir from the gathered men in the room causing Runa to look to them in question. A subtle shake of head was the only warning they could offer to convince her to not take this bargain whatever it was. They knew by that expression, that look in their Creator's eyes that whatever she had planned for Runa would be nothing more then a suicide mission.
Blue eyes lingered on the gathered men that were the Creator's Warriors as much as her Guardians. Warriors and Guardians where Runa had become nothing more then a trained pupil, a worthy opponent at chess, and a Ghost. Where the men would fight, Runa would watch, observe, consider, calculate, and plan.
The same Guardians that had brought her in disgrace towards the Creator all save for the sole reason that they had put the life of the Creator at risk in order to save Runa. They viewed Runa as something to be protected and kept safe as she was the only female amongst them....and yet....they knew well enough she could hold her own in combat.
"Anything you wish."
Her words fell heavy as she returned her gaze in a docile fashion back toward the chessboard even as she felt like she had done nothing more then seal her fate to an eternal damnation.
"Very good...there is one....that needs to be returned to me, and if you cannot return him to me....you well....by all means necessary need to destroy him."
"Destroy?"
Her eyes shot up in surprise as the cupid bow pout of her lips worked in an uncertain fashion. A soft shake of head in protest.
"Do you defy me?"
Runa was wise enough in that moment to say nothing even as the Creator's frustration and fury was unleashed as the chessboard when smashing into the wall.
Not a flinch of muscle as she sat back in her chair with that near porcelain indifference, a secure mask that would never reveal her emotions as she watched the Creator throw a violent tantrum of rage.
Only when the woman had calmed did Runa find her voice again.
"Never. I will do this that you ask of me."
Willing or not. A close of eyes as she looked away from both the Creator and the shattered chessboard. Unwilling to meet the eyes of the Guardians and Warriors as her eyes finally would open she found her eyes fixated on the rolling presence of a still intact pawn piece from the chessboard, seeming to be so symbolically lodged beneath the Creator's boot. Another step forward from the Creator and the pawn shattered beneath the Creator's sole, leaving Runa to shiver in her seat and feel nothing more but void of emotion and spirit for this task left to her hands.