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[color=Crimson]"Oof!"[/color] Kat yelped as she was thrown to the ground, hitting the carpets with a thunk. Her head shot around to glare at the offending person. Her eyes landed upon Patricia, and a flicker of realization visibly shot through her eyes, her jaw slacking and eyebrows narrowing as she recognized the other girl. Evidently, the villainess was not as dumb as Patricia thought she was, or at least, not as dumb as Patricia had [i]hoped[/i] she would be.

Kat was certainly unpredictable, the type of person that could either envelope Patricia in a friendly hug or turn her lungs into goop in a split second. However, she would never get the chance to do either, as before she could even make a move, the entire ship shook with a jolt, like it had been bludgeoned by something. Kat was immediately thrown into the wall by the force of the impact as the boat rocked, and just as she managed to stagger back to her feet the boat rocked once more, sending the teen back to the floor again. Sirens vaguely sounded in the distance as the sounds of footsteps and rushing water echoed through the hallways. The last things that Kat remembered was the loud sound of metal hitting rock, and a man in a long black cloak standing above her, before she felt something hit her in the back of the head, and everything went black.

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[color=Crimson]"Mmmrgh..."[/color] 

The petite villainess did not feel good when she woke up. Surprisingly, this was normal. Ironically, the powers that gifted her with the ability to bring illness wherever she went also had the adverse affect of making her own immune system weaker than usual, and as such Kat was somewhat used to the grips of illness. This felt different, though, like something was leeching off her power. As she sat up, she saw the exact source of this draining sensation- a silver bracelet locked around her left wrist with a faint blue liquid glowing inside. Isolene. This bracelet was connected to a chain that led to another bracelet, that was connected around the wrist of another girl. Kat blinked as she saw who it was. [color=Crimson]"Oh, shit."[/color] 

Kat’s brain kicked back into action as she slowly absorbed her surroundings, and the more she observed, the less she appreciated where she was. She was chained to Patricia inside what appeared to be a cage, with hardly enough room for the two of them inside. They were on an island, a ways away from Castleburg, most likely, and they appeared to be in the center of a small settlement. Small wooden huts surrounded the cage in a circle, with a few men walking from hut to hut, carrying large sacks of God-knows-what with them. A few of them would take passing glances at the two captives as they walked around to do whatever (likely criminal) activity they were doing.

Kat hated this. She had not been permitted to engage in an operation solo since the disaster at the Gugliano mansion, and now, here she was, abducted by some pathetic villainous group and bound to a hero. This was the definition of “failure,” quite nearly. Still, this operation would have to be redeemed somehow, and to do so, Kat would have to collaborate with the person she was stuck in this godforsaken jail cell with. And so, Kat tugged on the chain connected to her wrist. [color=Crimson]"Patricia. Wake up. Now.."[/color]  
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Meanwhile, the rest of the unfortunate ship was quite literally on the rocks. The criminal ship had somehow been knocked ashore by some mysterious force, and was currently crashed aboard some rocks. Most of its occupants were unconscious or barely conscious from the impact, the attack having clearly been entirely unanticipated. A group of men, wearing tattered robes and cloaks and wielding weapons, were approaching the ship, speaking to each other about plundering and finding gold. Four of these scavengers walked aboard the ship, making their way through the battered hallways of the ship, looking for anything- or anyone- they could find. 
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[color=A51E00]"Fighting? How primitive."[/color] Andromeda rolled her eyes as Tom grabbed a chair, before making a sweeping gesture with her hand. One of her guards was thrown in front of the chair like a ragdoll, being smacked into the wall like Tom was hitting a baseball before sliding to the floor. Andromeda then stepped forwards. [color=A51E00]"Well, at your insistence, I suppose you've forced me to demonstrate just a smidgen of my actual power. So be it, then."[/color] 

The young woman raised both hands into the air, as if conducting an orchestra, and then something happened. Tom would feel his powers almost got stripped away, as if they had become useless in a split second, and then a moment later, everything became [i]heavy.[/i] The gravity in the room surged to levels that Tom could only dream of, the downward force becoming tremendous as the other guards, who were prepared to just shoot Tom, had fallen to the ground as if Andromeda had just shoved them to the floor. Andromeda smirked as the intense gravity surged, the walls of the room even buckling in from this show of strength. [color=A51E00]"Abandoned by your so-called 'date' and 'friends,' it seems. This is an important lesson that you have to learn in life. You can't trust friends or lovers. Those around you are either tools or opponents. You use the tools, and you crush your opponents. Unfortunately for you, you clearly haven't picked up on that one yet, Spacewalker."[/color] 

Andromeda tilted her head, the immense gravitational force still pinning the other individuals in the room to the floor. [color=A51E00]"Although, now, I suppose you're less 'Spacewalker' and more 'Spacekneeler.' Hah. Do you yield yet, Spacewalker? Or do you need a few more moments of utter humiliation before you decide? I can send you right to the center of the Earth, if you'd like. I've heard it's nice and toasty down there."[/color] 

[@KaijuBaragon]
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