Battles have been fought . . . people that were heroes have died, and we who were but a few, struggle to survive. The Hutt Syndicate, backed by the awesome SWA Empire, with their fierce war machines are slowly shattering our resolve and have scattered the rebellion to the darkest corners of what was once ours. And so here in the caves we still look for opportunities to strike, but little hope remains. They say the Nation of JOG fights to push back the evil that has blanketed the system, and are coming. But I fear . . . that they won’t arrive in time, leaving us here alone to face our darkest hour in which all of what we have fought so hard for will be lost . . .
Antifreeze, Leader of the SOR Rebellion
Chapter 1
Location: Planet PBR 6 in the BOJ System
Like a terrifying nightmare, forever to be entrenched in the minds of all those few who would survive, devastating war machines complimented by hordes of SWA troops, clad in black armor, rolled across the ashen landscape, ripping apart those that dare oppose their will. Streams of laser fire cracked through the night air, tearing through the rebels that tried to stand their ground. Explosions flared as massive cannon fire pummeled the rebel’s once hidden camps, in which were thought to be safe only moments earlier.
Truly night had fallen and the all-encompassing darkness that came with it seemed to choke off any hope of seeing the morning light of the next day. For most the Sorian rebels caught in the massacre that befell them, the darken sky would be the last thing they would see as they lay on the battleground . . . dying.
But for one Sorian rebel, the horrors of the carnage that presented itself, would only be a taste of sorrows to come . . .
Location: SWA World Devastator, “The Executer”
The bowls of the prison block of the SWA World Devastator was possibly one of the foulest in the galaxy. But the smell was the least of Antifreeze’s, leader of the Sor rebellion, worries. Stripped of all his clothes, beaten to a bloody pulp and hung by his hands that stretched over his head by a spiked chain that reached to the rafters somewhere above, the smell was defiantly the least of his problems. Barely conscious, and blood pouring out of too many wounds, Antifreeze struggled to even take in a breath.
He was held in a dimly lit rounded cell that came with its compliment of several SWA soldiers standing at attention along the walls. There was only one door to the room and when it opened, Antifreeze knew his life was coming to an end.
“ Greetings . . . Antifreeze is it,” the man said. “ My name is General Mace Windu. I sincerely hope you have not enjoyed your time here as my guest.”
Antifreeze’s only response was to spit his own blood towards the general.
“ How uncivilized,” the general remarked, “ of course expected from a pig such of your kind. I look forward to wiping the rest of your people out of existence. But first before I can I must learn where they are. Therefore here we are.”
“ Fuck off. . .” Antifreeze struggled to get. The comment was met with a small chuckle then a strong fist in his face by the general.
“ I’m sorry, did that hurt,” Windu sneered. “ I certainly hope not. . . cause that’s just a taste of what I have in store for you . . .”
As a big grin fell across the general’s face, the cell door once again reopened. Entering the room, the Hutt Syndicate’s leader, Zorba the Hutt. Tearing himself from looking at the beaten prisoner, the general made the introductions, “ Lord Zorba, may I present to you the leader of the Sorian rebellion, Antifreeze.”
A low chuckle rose from the belly of the slimy hutt as the giant slug licked what should have been his lips as he eyed the prisoner. He began to speak in his native huttese, “finally we have the scum who dare defies my will . . . I just wanted to meet you before you die. . . I have been looking forward to this day.” The overgrown slug slithered its way towards the beaten prisoner laughing as it spat some foul mucusy substance into the Sorian’s face “we will break you. And you will beg to die before the end.”
“One day, one day you will die . . . and the Sorian rebellion will rule this land free from you and your lackeys, “ Antifreeze said looking at both the Hutt and the general, while struggling to be defiant.
The Hutt turned to the general, “ good, good this one still has fight left in him. Let me know when you have broken him.” The general nodded. “I have other business to attend to. I shall be in my private chambers if you need me.”
“ My lord,” the general said has he gave a small nod to the Hutt. And with that the Hutt made his departure. The Hutt’s low laughter could be heard as the door closed behind them. As door shut to the room, the room grew eerily silent, the guards stationed on the walls of the room didn’t even move as if almost afraid of what was about to occur.
“ Shall we begin,” the general said breaking the silence.
Chapter 2
Location: Planet PBR, Red Rock Hills, Sorian Hideout
Sitting alone at a table made of a red rock in what could only be called a small chamber made of the same substance and lit by torchlight, Mastaisac sat with his head lying across his folded arms. He was exhausted the rebellion was exhausted. And now. . .
Several months earlier he was living in the confines of the Jedi Temple on the JOG home planet, safe and at peace. Yet with the war tearing through his homeland, he opted to leave his training behind and fight for the Sorian cause. Now his life was in danger, every second of every day. He hadn’t showered in who knows how long and his face once baby in nature had grown in patchy bread complimented by a small scar that formed on his left check. He had earned that in combat.
“ Jedi Isac, “ a voice came from behind him. The former Jedi of JOG sat up right and look at the commander calling him. “ They are here.”
“ Good,” he whispered to himself. He nodded towards the commander and stood up and began to turn when he saw them. There were four of them, hooded and dressed in beaten up brown robes that were the calling card for so many Jedi of JOG. One came forward first and Mastaisac extended his hand to him, “ Master Frantic, “ Isac called out, “ I can’t tell you how good it is to see you.”
“ You too Jedi Isac,” the Jedi Master said as he motioned to his left. “ You know Jedi Knight Sentinel.
The knight moved forward and nodded, “ It’s been too long, Jedi Isac.” Mastaisac nodded in return.
“ And,” Frantic continued, “ may I introduce you to padawan’s Skity Panda and his sister, Brittany.”
“ Greetings, “ Isac said quickly. “ Master Frantic, please tell me there is more of you. We are out numbered here and I am sorry to say, but four Jedi, no matter how powerful they may be, won’t be enough.”
The Jedi Master stood silent for a second and then motioned for Isac to sit with him at the table that the former Jedi was just at “ Hopefully soon,” Frantic quietly said as he looked towards away, “ Wars . . . don’t always go according to plan.”
Trying to hide the disappointment from his face, Isac replied,” When is the soonest you think JOG might be able to bring in reinforcements?”
“Two weeks, maybe sooner,” Frantic whispered, “ until then its just us.”
Isac nodded his head understanding that he and the SOR rebellion would have to hold out a bit longer.
“ There is something you are not telling me Jedi Isac, what is it?” Frantic asked.
Shaking his head, Mastaisac almost tiered up as he said, “Master Frantic, I don’t think the rebellion has two weeks. Our leader. . . Antifreeze has been captured. It won’t be long until the enemy knows we are here.”
“ When was he taken?”
Isac shook his head slowly, “ just this very night, he . . .”
Frantic stood up immediately, “ he knows the location of all Sorian troops then, doesn’t he.” Isac nodded again. “ Tell me Jedi Isac is he, your leader strong in will, how long do you think it will take to break him.”
“ He will last,” Isac said sadly, “ I believe he will die before he tells them anything. But if he dies, the resistance dies with him. And if he talks. . .” Isac shook his head as almost in disbelief, “ we are in our darkest hour Master Frantic.”
Frantic nodded and spoke firmly, “ do you know where he is being held?”
“ My sources say aboard the one of SWA’s World Devastators,” Isac began, “ The executer or something like that. We have its location, but we don’t have the troops to spare to mount a rescue and they are said to be impregnable, we won’t be able to get in there with out the entire JOG army to back us.”
Frantic smiled and put his hand on the former Jedi of JOG, “ don’t underestimate what only four Jedi can do. . .”
“You mean five, cause if you are going,” Isac said as he stood, “ then you might as well count me in as well. . .”
Chapter 3
Location: Zorba’s Private Chamber aboard the Executer
“How dare you,” Zorba demanded as he looked around his chamber. The chamber itself was rectangular in design. It had four columns, two on each side of the room, to which lead to private rooms. The main section of the chamber itself was broad and empty, with a rectangular red rug from the planet of Nal Hutta, the Hutt’s homeworld. The only other significant feature of the chamber was that of Zorba’s pedestal in which acted as the overgrown slugs throne. Behind the Hutt was the room’s only window. Circular in design, with its architecture the same found on Cloud City.
As Zorba looked around the chamber now he to saw his bodyguards laying lifeless about the room. Some were without their heads, others were missing different body parts, but in the end the result was the same, they all were dead. Standing in the middle of the room were two figures cloaked in dark brown robes. He spoke to them, “ Who dares defile my chamber?”
“ My lord,” one of the cloaked men started to say, “ this was necessary so you knew we are men of great power and what we come to say we mean and will be able to follow through on.”
Zorba sneered in his native Huttese,“ I am listening.”
“ Our Master, who we serve, wished to bring you word that JOG has landed on this very planet, and feels that they will soon try to infiltrate here,” the cloaked figure said. “ They will try to free the Sorian leader you now have locked up.”
“ How did you. . .” the Hutt began.
“Our Master knows many things,” the cloaked one continued, “ his hand is the one in which pulls all strings in this part of the galaxy. And he has sent us to deal with these . . . Jeedddiii!”
“ Who is this master of yours,” the Hutt asked inquisitively.
To answer the question the cloaked man held out a holo projector and placed it before the Hutt. In an instant an image of their Master appeared, “ Greetings mighty Zorba,” the image said as it looked around to the floor around him and saw the dead bodies sprawled across the chamber, “ excellent work Lord Woooooooo,” his attention went back to the Hutt, “ as you can see mighty Zorba, I am very capable of dealing with the slime of this galaxy. . .”
If the remark was suppose to anger the Hutt, it did not. Zorba had traveled the galaxy and his network of spies had fed him enough information to know who he was talking to, “You are the Lord of the Sith are you not, what service can I be to you?”
“ Ahhh,” the image of the Dark Lord smiled, “ It is what I can do for you, to strike where you can’t, at the very heart of the Nation of JOG,” the dark lord said. “ I know they are all of what stands before you and your syndicate to take control of this sector of the galaxy.”
“Yes, yes the Jedi of JOG have defiantly been a problem,” the Hutt chuckled, “ I would love to see them destroyed before my very eyes. How. . . ”
“All I require is a shipment of your death stick compound,” the Sith Lord said, “ to a location of my design. Once I have control of it, the minds of citizens of JOG will be lost and the very foundations of the nation itself will be shattered forever.”
“ To see the Jedi of JOG toppled, I would send you all the shipments you desire. I have tried several times to do this very thing, yet even the Syndicate has its limits,” the Hutt cried aloud. Slowly he thought it over then look upon the Sith Lord and said “ tell me where. . .”
“ Lord Woooooooo will handle that matter with you,” the Dark Lord sneered, “ soon mighty Zorba, soon you will see the Jedi of JOG defeated . . .” and with that the image of the Sith Lord disappeared.
Lord Woooooooo stared at the holo projector for a second then with the use of the force flung it back to his hand and away to his belt, “ in return Lord Zorba, our master has deployed us to defeat the Jedi here on this planet.”
“ If you know where they are then my SWA allies shall help you hunt them down,” Zorba began.” I am sure General Windu. . . . .”
“That won’t be necessary mighty Zorba,” Lord Woooooooo said as he seemed look beyond the Hutt, “ they are already aboard this vessel.”
Chapter 4
Location: Prisoner’s Cell, aboard the Executer
General Mace Windu threw a right then a left fist into the sternum of Antifreeze while saying, “ where are they?” Antifreeze said nothing in return. The general had been at it for more than an hour and was tiring of thrashing the prisoner. He was sure that he had broken several of the Sorian leaders ribs. Along with that the right eye socket of the prisoner had been fracture and was swollen shut now.
A few teeth from antifreeze laid about the floor as his blood covered just about everything else.
“ Alright enough playing around,” Windu panted as he looked to the wall behind Antifreeze. “ I have other methods to make you scream.” He motioned to two of the guards that hugged the wall, “ you two spread prisoner’s legs apart and chain them to the wall.”
As they did this, Windu picked up an electro staff and ignited it. The staff came alive as purplish electric current crackled at the end of it.
“ You know of this weapon,” the General sneered, “ it was used by General Grievous’s body guards during the clone wars, so long ago, but I don’t think they were ever use appropriately.” The General showed the weapon before the beaten Sorian leader, “ You see if applied in the right areas, this staff can produce immense pain, so unbearable that the very thought of it happening again is. . . to traumatizing to think of. . . lets find out if that is true shall we. . .”
The General walked behind Antifreeze and laugh, “ now where are the rest of the rebels on this planet?”
In return Antifreeze said, “ go. . to . . hell.”
“Hmm,” is all the general said as he struck the weapon between the prisoner’s legs. The sizzling of the electric current was loud as it burnt the skin of the Sorian leader, but no louder than that of Antifreeze himself. He screamed like no man should ever be made to in their life.
The General pulled the weapon away and shouted, “ WHERE ARE THE REBELS!!!!”
Antifreeze, sobbed as he began to prepare himself for another round “ I will never tell. . .”
He did not finish the statement. The SWA General again struck with the electro staff at the very manhood of the Sorian Leader. He shouted over the intense screaming of the prisoner, “ TELL ME NOW WHERE THEY ARE!!!”
The General pulled the weapon away as Antifreeze only shook his head, “ youuu, youu are going to have . . . tooooo killll me, cause I ain’t telling you anything.”
The general swung the weapon three more times, each time hitting the same mark as punishment to the Sorian leaders comments. “ Enough of this, you die now. . . !”
As he drew the staff back as to impale the Sorian leader, the door to the cell exploded and in came five black clad SWA troopers with lightsabers lit and ready to strike. . .
The General knew instantly they were not his troops, he flung the electro staff towards one to them but was it was intercepted by one of his own guards bodies as it was flung in the path of the projectile.
The other SWA guards along the cell wall came to life as well as they moved to engage the intruders. Blaster fire erupted in the cell as the battle began. The General ignited his own saber, purple in color and moved in to engage what had to be disguised Jedi.
The General, trained in dark arts of the force at SWA Imperial Academy was no novice. He slammed into the closest guard with a lightsaber and hacked towards the man’s knee, but the blow was blocked and countered by another of the Jedi. The General moved to block the incoming saber but as he did the first Jedi swung a backhand towards his face sending the general away from the battle.
As powerful as he was, there was just too many Jedi for him to take on, which left him with only one option. He went towards the prisoner still hanging in the middle of the room . . .
The rest of the battle was fierce, but short lived. The SWA troopers fired their blasters towards the Jedi but their shots were deflected. In turn the Jedi swung their sabers and ended their lives.
As the last of the SWA guards fell to the floor, all their attention fell towards the center of the cell as the General held his own saber across the Sorian leaders throat. “ Take a step closer and the Sorian dies.”
As if giving into the man’s demands the Jedi deactivated their lightsabers and hooked them back to their belts. Dressed in the “ stolen” black clad armor of fallen SWA troopers, the Jedi removed their helmets reveling themselves to the General.
Jedi Master Frantic was first to speak, “ General.”
“ Ahhhh, Master Frantic,” the General sneered, “ We meet again at last. I was hoping that we would one day run into each other again. The last time if you remember you left me a present,” he said this as his free hand traced the scare that ran along the left side of his face. “ I have been meaning to repay you for it.”
Frantic spoke calmly, “ The last time I saw you, you were running as fast as you could fleeing your own troops, as your forces were being defeated at the hands of JOG. I see I find you now in a similar, dishonorable position.”
“ Let Antifreeze go General,” Mastaisac interjected, “ He dies, and you are certainly dead.”
“ I think not,” the General said as from somewhere down the tunnel of the prisoner cell, SWA Troopers could be heard coming towardsthem. “ I highly doubt you can get past them all.”
“ Sentinel,” Frantic countered,” take Skity and Brittany. Deal with them.”
“ Yes Master,” Sentinel said as the three Jedi moved out. Seconds later lightsaber’s could be heard as they ignited and laser fire soon came after.
“ You aren’t surviving this day General,” Isac cried out he ignited his blue saber.
The General just laughed, “ Don’t get heroic boy, or perhaps you don’t see the what’s at stake here. I kill Antifreeze here, and your rebellion comes crumbling down around your head. And trust me I will do it.”
“ Don’t listen to him Isac,” Antifreeze sobbed. He was still in intense pain. “ If he kills me I will be martyred to the cause. The Rebellion will be rejuvenated by my death.”
“ Bold, very bold of you General, “ Windu cried out.”
As the conversation continued, Master Frantic looked upon the carnage of the fallen cell guards. Along side them lay their blasters, the perfect projectile. “Enough of this,” he said as he flung one of the weapons towards the General’s head.
In reaction the General brought up his saber in block the oncoming flying blaster, but it was the opening the Jedi needed. Instantly Mastaisac tossed his saber through the chain that held Antifreeze upright. As it slashed through it the badly beaten Sorian Leader crumpled to the floor leaving the SWA General open for attack.
“ NOOOOO,” the General screamed as he deflected the blaster hurdled towards him, he himself stretched out with the force and flung a fallen guards pistol to his hand and fired it at the now defenseless Mastaisac. The laser shot lance out of the pistol and hit the former Jedi of JOG square in the chest knocking Isac to the wall.
As he did this, Frantic was already on the attack, igniting his saber, the Jedi Master leaped and struck down towards the general’s open side. At the last second the general brought his purple blade up to block the oncoming attack. But the force of the blow knocked him down and off his feet. As the blue hue of Frantic’s saber shown down on him, Mace Windu brought up his other weapon, the pistol and fired twice.
Both shots were deflected by the Jedi Master, and with a single swipe of his saber slashed through the pistol barrel, taking weapon out of the picture. In reaction the General kicked out towards the Jedi Master’s left knee as a last ditch effort to keep the man off of him. It worked.
Frantic stumbled forward, which allowed the general to roll to his side and bring up his saber for an attack. He struck towards the Jedi Master’s other leg, but before the blow founds it mark, Frantic was there to parry the move. In a simple motion the Jedi Master blocked the attack and used the bottom on the hilt of the saber to crush the underside of the general chin upwards.
Blood and teeth flew out of the general’s mouth and he stumbled backwards, but not off his feet. In a volley of anger he composed himself and hacked away at the Jedi Master. Each blow was defended easily. On the fourth slash by the general, Frantic brought his saber across the side of the General’s shoulder. The searing pain tore through Windu’s arm and it made him drop his saber to the floor.
Fear griped his body as the General’s eyes quivered for a second. “ You haven’t won anything, “ the general said as he picked himself up and ran out of the cell.
Instead of following Frantic deactivated his saber and went to the fallen Mastaisac. To his relief the man wasn’t dead. The armor had saved his life. “ Isac you all right,” he said.
“ Besides getting the wind knocked out of me, never better,” Isac whispered. “ Where’s the general?”
“ He ran,” Frantic said, “ but he won’t get far, can you stand?”
“ Yeah,” Mastaisac said, as he struggled to stand and breath at the same time.
“ I need you to get Antifreeze out of here,” Frantic said, “ I will buy you the time you need.” The Jedi Master moved towards the door. “ And hurry, I sense darkness here far greater than SWA Troopers.” He looked back at the crumpled Sorian leader and then back Isac, “ good luck and may the force be with you.”
Chapter 5
Location: Prisoner cell corridor, aboard the Executer
The corridor leading from the prisoner cell of Antifreeze went on for a ways but then split off into three separate directions all leading to different turbo lifts. Green lighting that shown dimly through steel grates that acted as the flooring illuminated the corridors themselves. Clashing with the dim lighting came the glow of lightsabers flaring at the end of one of these corridors.
There, Jedi Knights Sentinel and Skity Panda, along with Sentinel’s padawan and Skity’s sister, Brittany battled the oncoming SWA Troopers. Sentinel with his yellow saber glowing followed by the green and blue hues of siblings sabers, led the attack as they made their way through the troops.
SWA blaster fire seemed to hit everything but the oncoming Jedi. Smoke filled the air as scorch marks from the blaster fire seared the walls. The trio of Jedi seemed to not to mind however as they hacked and slashed their way through all of them.
After the last trooper fell, the three Jedi deactivated their sabers.
“ That was easy enough,” Skity remarked.
Brittany looked to her armor on her shoulder that now featured a scorch mark and said sarcastically, “ yeah.”
“ I can’t help if you aren’t as quick as I am, sis,” Skity taunted.
“ We need to seal off that turbo lift, “ Sentinel exclaimed ignoring the sibling rivalry, “ Before more troops come down here. I am sure this place is well aware of our presence by now.”
“ I’m on it,” Brittany said as she started towards it.
Skity kicked one of the dead troopers and smiled, “ you think these guys signed up for this?”
“ Hardly,” Sentinel smiled. “ I think. . .” It was then that both knights felt the darkness in the force reveal itself. They both turned their heads down the corridor towards Brittany and saw the turbo lift doors open in front of her, revealing a figured draped in dark robes.
Before she could activate her saber in defense, the robed individual brought his hand out and let loose a volley of electricity. The bolts attacked her and left her paralyzed for a second. Down the way the last thing she could hear was her brother scream after her as her body was flung against the wall knocking her unconscious . . .
Sentinel and Skity charged forward towards the lift as fast as they could with their sabers ignited. But before they could even come close to the doors of the lift, the dark lord flung the limp body of the padawan into the turbo lift with him. With that the doors shut there after and the turbo lift was away.
“ BRITTANY!!!!!!!!” Skity screamed. The two Jedi stopped in front of the turbo lift doors and waited to see where it was headed. The two deactivated their sabers.
“ Calm yourself Skity,” Sentinel said as he began to close his eyes and stretch out with the force. “ If he wanted to kill her he would of already. Whoever it was is taking her somewhere and he wants us to follow. We should contact Master Frantic.”
Meanwhile the lift had stopped at level 5. Skity activated the lift to come retrieve them. “There’s no time,” he said frantically. “ We can take him, there’s two of us and only one of him. And besides Master Frantic is dealing with the general back there.” The turbo lift doors opened again. “ I am going after my sister,” Skity continued as he moved into the lift. “ Are you coming?”
Sentinel nodded and stepped into the turbo lift. As the doors slide close Skity told the on board computer, “ level 5.”
It was then Sentinel turned to his fellow panicked friend and remarked, “ I have a bad feeling about this . . .”
( to be continued )
(part 2)
. . . it’s in the hour in which seems the darkest, when all forsaken and lost, that true heroes determine the fate of the galaxy . . . even in death . . .
Chapter 1
Location: Zorba’s Main Audience Chamber aboard the Executor
Dragging her by the wrist Lord Woooooooo brought his prized Jedi into the main audience chamber of Zorba the Hutt. As the doors hissed close behind him Lord Woooooooo with the help of the force flung the limp padawan, Brittany to the center of the floor in front of the powerful Syndicate leader. A low chuckle came from with in the overgrown Hutt as he began to praise the Sith Lord.
“ What talent you bring before me Lord Wooooooooo,” the hutt began in his native huttese, “ this one shall fetch a good price on the open market.”
“ She is not for sale mighty Zorba,” Wooooooooo remarked. He motioned over his apprentice who was standing by the Hutt’s side, “ yet . . . first she must perform delicate role of being bait. There are other Jedi aboard this vessel, one with deep connections to this girl. . . a brother perhaps. They will be coming here.”
“ What is thy bidding my Master,” Taylor remarked. Now seemingly lost to the dark side, the former Jedi was all too willing to please his master.
“ I have a task for you my apprentice, one in which you shall not fail me in,” Wooooooooo sneered at his apprentice. “ The two Jedi hunting for this girl are knights of JOG. . . do not hesitate, show no mercy, kill them and prove your loyalty to the Sith Order.”
“It shall be done my Master,” Rand replied in almost a low growl as he looked directly into his Master’s eyes.
“ We shall see. . .” Woooooooooo said almost sarcastically. The ploy was that of Sith training. Festering anger over possible weakness in their apprentices was a tool to which allow darker side to grip them, take hold of them and allow them to channel even greater power. His apprentice was strong in the force, now he needed to be unleashed.
With his subtle comment planted with in his apprentices mind, the Dark Lord Wooooooooo moved away from him and moved towards the Hutt leader. “ Mighty Zorba may I ask, has the shipment been sent as my Master has asked? It would be a shame to delay such an important delivery.”
“The order has been given,” the powerful crime replied. “ Soon your Sith Lord shall be in control his weapon of chaos. I hope he enjoys it.”
Next to him stood one of his greatest weapons, IG-84 a bounty hunter who served as his personal bodyguard from time to time. The Hutt turned to it and said “ IG-84, you have somewhere else to be do you not?”
“ Yes my lord,” the droid said in its mechanical voice. The Bounty Hunter was one of the fiercest in the galaxy. He was of the same line of IG-88, the droid who was destroyed years ago by the bounty hunter Boba Fett. It was lanky in feature with black armor and multiple red dots on its cylinder head that acted as eyes. It moved to one of the anterooms away from the main chamber.
“ Forgive me, Sith Lord, yes I hope you Master truly enjoys my creation,” the Hutt said to the Sith.
“ He most certainly will, mighty Zorba, “ Wooooooooo replied. The Sith Lord then turned his back to the Syndicate Leader and headed towards the chamber door as if to leave.
“ Lord Woooooooo, “ the Hutt beckoned after him, “ Where headed are you?”
“ My apprentice shall handle the Jedi coming here,” the dark lord exclaimed, “ I however have others still to deal with . . .”
Chapter 2
Location: Lower Levels of the World Devastator, The Executer
The blood trial was easy to follow. And Master Frantic was hot on the trial of the SWA General now. He had followed blood trial of Windu to one of the turbo lifts that could be access from the detention cell, only to see that the one he needed was now disabled in the lower levels of the massive war vessel. The Jedi Master cautiously followed.
To Frantic’s surprise the General had fled away from upper regions of the vessel, where surely the man had reinforcements. But now he was leading him instead into the bawls of the war vessel’s generator room.
After cutting through the top layer of the turbo lift then cutting his way into the generator room itself, the Jedi Master was almost surprised at the vastness of the room itself. Not very well lit, the room also served as a main housing for the vents to the massive devastator’s primary weapons, the powerful tractor beams that could literally pull away a planet’s surface. The noise from it was almost unbearable.
There were catwalks everywhere in the room, with machines and computers scatter here and there giving it an orderly but cluttered look. Large generators encompassed the room itself as they alone powered the SWA super weapon with its massive electrical currents flowing through them. Everyone in a while one would spark.
The room presented numerous hiding places however for the general to use a surprise attack. Ever the precautionary, the Jedi Master ignited his light saber as he began moving into the massive generator room. The blue hue of the saber cast its light against the machinery as Frantic slowly moved onto one of the catwalks.
And so began the deadly game of cat and mouse with General Mace Windu of SWA. . .
The corridors of Level 5 bristled with SWA trooper activity. Knights Sentinel and Skity Panda used the shadows of the walls to hide from them as best as possible. It was not easy however to stay hidden. They had been seen twice already. The first time Sentinel had used a Jedi mind trick to confuse a squad of troopers that they had indeed seen nothing out of the ordinary. They were told that in was commonplace to see Jedi about the war vessel. It seemed to have worked.
The second time they were spotted by what had to been some mercenaries for hire for the syndicate. Skity had used the force to not so subtly choke them into unconsciousness.
As they continued down the twisted corridors of the level they used the force as their guide to point them in the direction in which padawan Brittany had been taken. As expected, the young padawan’s movements were now at a standstill and her presence lead them to a massive sliding chamber door. With in the room itself, the dark side of the force festered and waited. Also in side the room the Syndicate Leader, Zorba the Hutt could be detected.
“ It’s a trap alright,” Sentinel whispered to Skity as they crouched in the shadows of one of the side corridors.
“ I’m ready,” Skity replied. “ I have to get my sister back and I am prepared to go through what ever is in that room to accomplish it.”
Sentinel looked at his fellow knight. Skity was younger than him and still a bit headstrong. But he was powerful in the force. Sentinel himself had been trained by Master Clean, and had been a knight of JOG for a long time now. He knew his powers had reached that of that of a master now. Were they strong enough to take on the Sith Lord Wooooooooo he pondered?
Sentinel had heard the tales of the dark lord killing Jedi Knight Rand Talor, of him facing and defeating both Master Orion and padawan Dam U Died in battle, of him taking on Master Clean and surviving . . .
Combined were they ready to take on the dark lord himself. Sentinel searched the force for answers, and found that he was ready.
“ Lets go get this Lord Woooooooo then shall we,” Sentinel suggested.
“ I am one step ahead of you,” Skity said in return.
The two Jedi approached the chamber door slowly stretching out with the force to better sense what lay inside. Only hatred and anger could be felt.
As the chamber door hissed open, the two knights moved in. It was then that the crime lord, Zorba the Hutt greeted them, “Welcome knights of JOG I shall enjoy watching you die!!!!”
In front of the giant slug in the middle of the chamber itself stood the dark lord, draped in dark robes, his face covered by an oversized hood. The Sith stood over the body that of the still unconscious padawan.
“ Reveal your face Lord Wooooooooo so we can see the coward for which you are,” Sentinel exclaimed boldly.
“And step away from my sister,” Skity demanded as his light saber greenish blade snapped to life.
The dark lord did as instructed as if only to mock the ignorance of the knights. As he pulled away his hood and revealed his true identity . . .
It was Sentinel who spoke first, “ Jedi. . . Rand Talor?”
And with that the door behind them hissed close . . .
Mastaisac carried the badly beaten Antifreeze down one of the many corridors of level 3 of the World Devastator. The level was supposed to contain the medical facilities somewhere within its framework. They had not found it yet.
The Sorian Leader was almost dead. The beatings that he had undertaken had left him severely drained of blood. And what blood that had remained in his body, sought out areas in which were not meant to contain it, mainly his lungs. The only way Isac knew that the man was still alive was due to the Sorian Leader coughing it up.
As the former Jedi of JOG continued to turn corner after corner trying desperately to keep the hopes of the dying man alive, he found something he was not looking for, armed troops guarding a turbo shaft that led directly to one of the devastator’s massive hanger bays. Had he taken a wrong turn he thought to himself.
The hanger bay was the last thing he needed to find. He was sure he couldn’t use it. It would be completely occupied by SWA fighter pilots, technicians and engineers. And who knows how many troops.
He was sure that he could not get past them all. And he knew for a fact that Antifreeze would surely die. No he had to slip out of the devastator undetected. But to do that he would have to bandage up some of the wounds that had been inflicted upon his leader.
He would have to go back the way he came, in hopes to find another way to the medical bay.
As he turned around, his luck only got worse as one of the guards saw him and shouted, “ You there stop or you will be fired upon . . .”
Chapter 3
Location: Generator Room
General Mace Windu sat crouch behind one of the massive computer terminals that stretched towards the ceiling of the generator room. He held his arm where he had been struck by Master Frantic’s lightsaber only minutes earlier. The wound had cauterized, however the burning sensation left behind was painful enough. He would have gritted his teeth to better bare it however several of his teeth were now lost due to the impact from the hilt of the Jedi Master’s saber. He had been spitting up blood ever since.
But whatever his bodily injuries were, his main focus was that on the Jedi Master now. The loud humming coming from the generator vents made it almost impossible to listen for the approaching Jedi Master, however his line of sight was not affected. And as soon as Frantic had entered the room, the general had tracked him.
And now as the Jedi Master walked slowly above him on the catwalk directly over his head, the general’s time to strike was now. He had lost his saber in battle earlier, but he was still armed with his pistol that all officers were equipped with. He took aim at the struts holding the catwalk in which the Jedi was walking and opened fired.
The moved seemed to catch the Jedi off guard as the catwalk fell apart and sent the Jedi rolling off towards the general’s level. As the Jedi hit the floor, the general fired off another round.
The shots however were deflected as the Jedi Master somehow managed to roll to his feet as he hit the floor. The General sensing his moment of opportunity was lost, fled the scene and went back into hiding . . .
Jedi Master Frantic stood guard as he waited for another round of fire from the general. But none came. It was obvious to him that indeed the general was not going to fight him openly.
In response, the Jedi Master decided to take the opportunity to play the generals game. He deactivated his saber and moved into cover near one of the computer terminals that blanketed the area. After he was sure that the general couldn’t see him, Frantic forced leap to another catwalk that was parallel to his location. As he landed on it he rolled off to lower catwalk that crossed it then took cover by a vent in which brought him as close to the massive war machines super weapon as he would like to get. The noise was deafening.
He made his way towards one surrounding walls of the room, where several of the generators sat, sparking electricity every now and then. His hope was to get around the general’s location and come from behind to finish him off.
He had a sense of the man’s location through the force and he hadn’t move much since he had opened fire on him moments earlier. His plan seemed to be working. It wasn’t until a laser shot lance out of another location and struck him directly in the shoulder that he realized it was a set up by the general.
His armor absorbed the attack but it sent him flying backwards. Carried by his momentum he ended up hitting the generator behind him. The generators response sent a current into his body and sent the Jedi Master flying forward. Crashing into the side of catwalk the Jedi Master hit the floor as hard as humanly possible. The impact shattered his shoulder armor. Currents of electricity could still be seen a few seconds after the impact.
“AAHHHH,” he grunted as he fought to regain his equilibrium. Not quite sure what had just happen he momentarily tried to gather himself as he learned his body was smoking somewhat now. If it weren’t for the armor, he probably would not have survived any of the last second’s events.
The general wasted no time in his next attack. A left boot came flying out of nowhere and caught the Jedi Master square in the jaw. The impact sent him back on to his side. The next shot came from what had to be a pistol butt as his forehead exploded with pain.
Dazed and out of the fight, the next few seconds were lost to the Jedi Master. He couldn’t recall when the general had taken his saber from him but it was now ignited in front of him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind Frantic thought he could here the general mocking him saying, “ you fool, all you Jedi of JOG are the same. You are big in groups, but alone you are nothing. You forget that I know the ways of the force too? You fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book . . .”
Frantic raised his hands in front of him almost asking the general to hold up a second. But the general did not; he came at the beaten Jedi Master, with his own lightsaber held high to finish the fight . . .
Location: Level 3
Mastaisac stood frozen for a second but then decided he had no choice but to fight. He slowly put down the sorian leader as he held his hands high to face the guards calling to him.
As he turned to face them he saw one of the guards speak into a comlink located on the guards wrist, obviously calling for back up. He didn’t have much time.
Gathering the force within him he unleashed it into the guards with a massive force push. Both men flew backwards and hit the wall behind them. Dazed but not out of the fight both of them grabbed their blasters to open fire on the Jedi. Isac was faster.
With a snap hiss of his lightsaber, Mastaisac flew at the two with lightning speed. He caught the first by the knee, searing it off in the process. As he continued his movement he brought his saber across the other guards blaster barrel, slicing it in half. After his momentum carried him through the attack he brought his saber back and stabbed outwards through the guards chest, killing the man instantly.
Behind him the guard without a leg lay on the floor screaming in pain, but still trained his blaster at the Jedi.
With his back turned to the guard, Isac felt the incoming danger and used the force to slam the guard into the opposing wall, head first. The guard’s helmet split into as the impact ended the man’s life.
Deactivating his saber, Isac turned to his badly injured leader only to see a whole squad of troopers coming his way. The guard had indeed called for back up. Activating his saber again, Isac prepared for battle.
But as the SWA Troopers drew their blasters he realized that they weren’t drawn on him but that of antifreeze, who laid helpless ten feet in front of him.
In reaction Isac pulled with the force the first two troopers as they went flying towards him. The got off a few shots but neither hit their mark bouncing harmlessly off the corridors walls.
As troopers flew towards him Isac cut both of them in half. But he couldn’t get to the next round. As time seemed to slow down, Isac watched in horror, as he knew there was nothing he could do to save his leaders life.
But before it occurred the snap his of a double bladed crimson lightsaber came to life behind the troopers. In a flurry of force and power the raw intensity, the man attacked with rage never felt through the force by Mastaisac.
The attacker flung the SWA troopers left and right slicing their ranks down in a matter of seconds. As the last of the troopers turned to face the new on coming threat, a barrage of force lightning met the man as he died almost instantly.
As the smoke cleared the figure that wielded the double bladed saber deactivated it. Dressed in dark robes, the man moved forward towards Isac slowly. Not sure what to make of the man, Isac stood motionless. As the robed figure came next to the beaten Sorian Leader, he kneeled and touched his forehead.
“ This man needs medical attention,” he said calmly.
Isac slowly approached him with caution. “ He does, I must get him to a medical facility and soon. He’s the leader of the sorian rebellion, he must live.”
“Then we must act now,” the man said. He brought his hands over the badly injured body of Antifreeze and drew upon the force.
In amazement Isac realized what was going on, “ you are a force healer?” he asked.
“ Hardly,” the man said. “ The art of healing is an art that is necessary for a man of my position. From time to time I must heal my own wounds. I know what I must . . . ”
“ Who are you and why are you doing this,” Isac asked as he looked into the man’s eyes.
“ I am Lord Wooooooooo, a Sith Lord and your leader must not die. . . .”
Location: Zorba The Hutt’s Main Audience Chamber
“ Rand. . .” Sentinel asked, “ is that really you?”
Talor stood their motionless for a second, almost smiled, then activated his lightsaber. As he did this he floated up Brittany’s saber from her body and brought it to his hand as well. Activating the blue saber the sith apprentice said eerily, “ Rand Talor doesn’t exist anymore. . .”
And with that the battle began. Talor flung the body of Brittany with the force towards Skity who took the impact of his sister and fell to the floor. Instantly Talor shot towards both of them and stabbed downwards. But Sentinel who now activated his own blade swiped the attack out of the way.
The Sith apprentice was one step ahead of the Jedi Knight. He took the swipe and went through with the motion and used his own circle attack and went after Sentinel’s leg with his crimson blade as his Brittany’s blade was used to block Sentinel’s attack.
As he swung towards Sentinel’s leg, the Jedi Knight twisted his body in the air to avoid the impact. The crimson blade of Talor did manage to slice through some of Sentinels black armor.
Sentinel fell to the floor and rolled completely out of Talor’s range. Meanwhile Skity threw his sister’s body off of him force flipped on to his feet and began attacking the Sith with full intensity. He slashed towards Talor’s right thigh, but the Sith apprentice quickly moved to block it with his blue saber. He followed the defense with a quick slash of his own towards Skity right shoulder.
The knight flipped over end over end to avoid it and brought his own saber for another attack. He swung as hard as he could at the mid section of Talor but the attack missed as he was no longer in the same position.
Talor moved over as Sentinel moved in to attack him from behind. With lightning speed he twisted his body around and swung at the back of Sentinel’s head. The Knight who seemingly overstepped his attacked, brought his saber behind his head and blocked the attack, then rolled mid air to avoid another slash by Talor coming form the Sith’s other saber.
Skity took the opportunity to jump through the air and attack with his saber crashing down towards the Sith apprentice. Talor barely got his saber up in time as his own saber was brought back towards his neck. However he quickly regain his momentum and kicked the attacking knight’s knee out from under him. As Talor broke free of the attack he somersaulted backwards towards the Hutt watching the battle. He landed on his feet and beckoned the two knights to come forward.
They did.
This however they attacked in unison. As Sentinel swung his saber from the left, Skity brought his saber down across the right. It took the perfect block from Talor to handle both.
Understanding that he was in a bad position, the Sith Apprentice rolled forward past the two Jedi and swung his saber towards the right foot of Sentinel. The knight easily jumped it. But the move bought Talor time to regain his feet and reach out with the force again. He picked up Brittany’s body again and flung it at the two knights behind him. They both stepped out of the way as she flew directly into the Hutt’s gut behind them all.
The Hutt let loose some sort of yelp but Talor barley heard it as he began to focus on the knights in front of him once again. He brought his saber to block an incoming attack as Skity brought his saber towards his once again. As he did this however he twisted his arm to let it drop the Knights guard down just a tad. With his other arm he made the motion for a force push, which blew Skity across the room.
Sentinel however took the opportunity to attack. He hammered down towards the Sith’s left hand, but Talor at the last second brought in back and out of the way. Brittany’s saber however didn’t survive the blow. Sentinel’s yellow saber went through the top end of the hilt and effectively destroyed the saber.
The sparks from the destroyed saber seared Talor’s hand, but he showed no emotion. He back peddled towards the chamber’s doors, and left the chamber itself with Sentinel coming right after him, slashing his saber towards the Sith Lord every chance he got.
As the chamber doors closed after them, Skity Panda shook his head from his body’s impact against one of the columns of the room. As he gathered himself he stood up and started towards the door to follow the action. But as he moved towards the door, Zorba the Hutt started to chuckle.
“ Ha ha ha, “ the Hutt laughed, “ You and your friend are no match for the Sith. And when you die this girl you so happily wish to have back will please me greatly.”
Skity stopped his advancement towards the chamber door, and turned to face the Hutt. As he did the anger that was feeling intensified as he realized Brittany had slowly regain consciousness and was being held by the Hutt who had both her and a large pistol pointed at her head.
“ Don’t even think about it Jedi, or this little one dies here and now,” Zorba exclaimed, “ And you will have caused it, can you live with her blood on your hands . . .”
Chapter 5
Location: Generator Room
As the general came forward with Frantic’s saber in hand, the Jedi Master rolled to his right to avoid it. The attack barely missed. But the general kept coming. He stepped to his right also and brought the saber down once again this time trying to skewer the Jedi Master. The attack hit its mark.
The saber went through Frantic side, just below his right shoulder. But it did not kill him. Instead it refocused the Jedi Master. As the pain tore through his body he amplified it in a massive force pushed that sent the general over a main computer terminal. Frantic’s saber went flying elsewhere.
In sever pain, Frantic slowly go to his feet and tried desperately to remove some of the armor that he had stolen. A few minutes went by as he did this. When finally free of it, he took a look at the wound that he had sustained. It wasn’t life threatening, but it would have to be looked at eventually.
The few minutes it had taken him to take off the armor, the general had managed to get behind the Jedi Master on a catwalk that was directly above him. The general flung his body onto the Jedi Master and they both crashed to the floor. The general was the first to get up as he slammed his fist into Frantic’s mouth. He tried with a left cross as well but the Jedi Master rolled with it and brought up a right cross of his own. He then kicked up with his legs and sent the general crashing backwards into and stairwell that led to the catwalk above.
But shrugging off the blow, the general came forward once again. But he was met by Frantic as the Jedi Master hurdled a shoulder block into the generals stomach. The impact took both of them back towards the stairwell once again.
But somehow the general got the better of the move as he flung the Jedi Master to his back on to the beginning of the stairs themselves. He landed on top of the Jedi Master and began hammering away across the face of Frantic.
“ How’s it feel,” he said as he landed blow after blow directly into the Jedi Master face. “ I hope you hurts . . .” He slammed his fist again into the man’s face. “ I am going to kill . . . . .”
But those were the last words the general would speak. As he slammed his fist into Frantic’s face, Frantic brought his own hands around the jaw and the back of the SWA General’s head and twisted hard. The resounding pop and snap of the general’s neck ended the man’s life.
The general’s body crumpled to the floor as Frantic lay motionless for a second against the stairs.
Taking a deep breath he slowly sat up and looked to the dead body of Mace Windu, “ Goodbye general . . .” Frantic muttered to it.
Location: Zorba’s Main Audience Chamber
The Hutt laugh intensified as Skity began to approach the Hutt. “ let her go you piece of slime.”
“ You don’t seem to understand you have no choice, you will surrender, you will die and she is now mine,” Zorba exclaimed in huttese.
Barely coming to, Brittany began to make out the form of her brother standing right in front of her, “ Skity,” she murmured.
“It’s okay sis,” Skity cried back aloud. “ You are okay, just stay calm.”
The Hutt just laughed as from behind him, IG- 84 who had been taking in the entire scene in one of the anterooms of the chamber activate his stun gun, which caught the Jedi Knight in the back. As his body slumped to the floor, Brittany screamed.
The bounty hunter, IG- 84 stood over his prize and asked, “ This knight has been secured,” it said mechanically, “ do you wish to terminate his life?”
Meanwhile, Sentinel and Talor battled through the corridors with raw intensity. Talor hammered away at the Jedi with unusual power as his crimson blade slammed into Sentinels own yellow blade. The pounding was starting to take affect on the yellow blade itself. It is said that if used properly, a Sith saber’s crystal could magnify the rage within the Sith Lord himself. The resounding outpouring of sheer power could break the blades of those used by the Jedi.
At times currents of electricity seemed to almost chip off Sentinel’s blade. But if he was concerned, he did not show it. He pounded just as hard back at the Sith Apprentice.
Every once in a while their path would cross that of a stationed trooper along side the corridor. They were nothing more than projectiles for the combatants. Both Talor and Sentinel had sliced through several of them already.
The battle was intense. For every move Sentinel did, for every combination he threw at his former friend, Talor deflected it. Back and forth the battle went. Neither seemed to be able to land a blow.
Their battle took them from corridors down into a personal landing pad of the Hutt leader himself. As the two approached it the door slide open to the pad. Sentinel use the moment to kicked towards Talor’s face which sent him on to his back and out on to the pad.
As Sentinel came after him, the night air was almost refreshing to feel across his sweet riddled face. Talor, now on his back crab walked backwards and rolled to his feet. His momentum carried him towards Zorba’s Ship that was located in the middle of the pad.
Sentinel followed. As they came with in range to engage once again, he spoke up to the former Jedi Knight, “ Talor,” he said almost out of breath, “ what has happened to you? This is not who you are . . .”
Talor did not reply back. He instead swung his saber towards Sentinel’s right leg. Sentinel blocked and parried with a swipe towards Talor’s face then abruptly turned his saber down towards the Sith’s legs.
Talor saw the attack coming before it landed and he too blocked out and parried the move and brought his saber across Sentinel’s body. The Jedi Knight blocked it and for a moment both saber’s locked in front of them.
In a stand still both Sentinel and Talor looked directly towards each other’s eyes. Talor’s outpouring of rage drove Sentinel back slowly, towards the edge of the pad itself. “ You are weak, “ he said, “ the dark side makes me powerful.”
“ The only thing I see is a knight who is now lost in his own mind,” Sentinel struggle to reply as Rand drove him back. “ Master Jeff would be ashamed of you.”
The last comment seemed to set something off with in Talor even though he was not even sure what it was from, and it wasn’t a good thing for Sentinel. In an outpouring of anger, Talor struck Sentinel down to one knee with the brute force of his swing. Again, and again he hammered the knight down. Sentinel kept his block up as best as he could as Talor continuously pounded down on him, when finally his saber could not take it any longer. In a blinding explosion, the saber disintegrated and knocked Sentinel flat to the ground.
Talor himself took a step back but recovered and held his saber in front of Sentinel. “ you are defeated, and now I will kill you, so shall it be with you that you now know the true power of the dark side.”
Sentinel slowly sat up in front of the crimson blade before him and got on his knees. “ If this is the way it has to end, then know that it is truly only you who has lost on this day. For I pity what you have become. You use to stand for what was justice in this galaxy. Don’t you remember what is right and what is wrong anymore? What has Lord Woooooooo done to you?”
“ I must follow my Master’s orders, there is . . . nothing else,” Talor said almost somewhat confuse by Sentinel’s words,” I do not know what it is you are talking about? There is only hatred in the galaxy and the Sith must harness it. . . to save the galaxy from itself.”
“ Don’t you remember who you really are,” Sentinel pleaded with Talor, “ you are Rand Talor, Jedi Knight of JOG, you were trained by Master Jeff and have spent your life in the service of others. Killing someone was not something you ever condone. I don’t think you still could condone it. Think Rand Talor, remember. . .”
But Talor was finished with the conversation, “ Enough of this!” And with that Talor swung horizontally and severed Sentinel’s head from the rest of his body. As the knight’s head rolled off the pad itself, Talor seemed almost at a lost as what to do next.
For several minutes the Sith Apprentice looked down at his victim then finally deactivated his saber and went back inside the massive war machine leaving Sentinel’s decapitated body on the landing pad . . .
Chapter 6
Location: East Hanger Bay, The Executer
Lord Woooooooo twisted and twirled through the ranks of troopers, pilots, engineers and technicians in the hanger bay of the Executor. In the bay itself, lay rows of the deadly SWA Tie Interceptor, bombers and shuttle craft. Somewhere away from the action, Mastaisac carried Antifreeze’s barely conscious body to one of the crafts.
“ Hang on sir, we are almost there,” Isac called out to his leader. He came next to the boarding ramp of one of the shuttlecrafts on the far side of the hanger.
Isac didn’t quite understand the Sith Lord’s motives, but he was thankful for them. For some reason the Sith had acted in favor of the Sor Rebellion’s cause. He quite possibly never would understand it.
The Sith were the Jedi’s sworn enemy, and it took every once of self-control for Isac not to attack when he first saw him. But the Sith Lord did help him when he most defiantly needed it. Whatever the reason, he was going to have to live with the fact that with out the Sith’s help this day, Antifreeze and the rebellion he championed would have died.
As he placed Antifreeze down in one of the shuttle craft’s medical beds, Antifreeze spoke out, “ Get us. . .out of here Isac, get me out of here.”
“ Will do sir, will do. . . .” Isac replied.
It wasn’t long after that, that their shuttle was away . . .
Location: Zorba the Hutt’s Main Audience Chamber
The droid, IG-84 stood over the helpless Skity Panda and awaited the order from Zorba. “Mighty Zorba, do you wish to terminate the life of this knight?” it asked once again.
Now fully conscious, Brittany struggled to break free of the Hutt to aid her brother. As she struggled she cried out loud, “ you can’t please, spare him.”
The Hutt took it all in and laugh. Truly enjoying the moment he released Brittany to the floor. She quickly scrambled to her brother as the Hutt spoke, “ Excellent work my friend, you may. . .”
BEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP BEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP BEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP
ALL HANDS ABBADON SHIP!!!!! ALL HANDS ABBADON SHIP !!!!!!!!
At that second, alarms throughout the entire ship began to blare. The Hutt cursed as a young lieutenant of the SWA army strode into the chamber flanked by several troopers.
“ Lord Zorba, “ the young man spoke, “ We must get you to safety, now.”
“ Why what is this about?” the Hutt demanded.
We have a overload in our front main tractor beam, our super weapon my Lord,” the lieutenant continued, “ is going to blow. Someone shut off the vents to the weapon itself in engineering. At first it was overheating, but then someone shut off the vent to the outside and kept the tractor beam on. We cannot gain access to the room nor can we shut it down. It will tear this vessel apart.”
“Ahhhhh,” Zorba cried aloud, “ the Jedi did this!” The Hutt looked to his body guard and told it, “ IG-84 grab the girl she will amuse me.”
The droid turned its body towards Brittany who clung to her brother who still lay helpless on the floor. He pointed his stun gun at her and shot her the head with it. He then picked her up and pointed the weapon towards Skity once again. “ What does the mighty Zorba the Hutt wished to do with the Jedi?”
Zorba gazed over the body of Skity as he slithered his way by towards the chamber’s door. “ Leave him. It will be a fitting end that he dies here aboard this vessel. As it tears itself apart it would almost be justice that it was his own kind that causes his death.”
The overgrown slug chuckle to himself as he told the droid this. “ Lieutenant, lead me to my ship . . . IG-84 bring the girl . . . ”
Several minutes later Skity Panda, knight of the Nation of JOG began to wake up. As he began to shake the cobwebs from his head he could feel the war vessel vibrating, he could hear the alarms blaring, he could sense the danger that lay ahead for the vessel. Something, no someone had sabotaged the vessel, and he then realized that his sister was gone.
He got to all fours then slowly made his way to his feet. He almost fell over at first then regained his balance as he made his way to one of the columns. As he righted himself completely he focused with the force to find his sister once again.
She was still close by.
He stumbled out of the chamber and was met by rushing troops and officers and they hurried to escape the war vessel. As they all went one way, Skity went the other. For that was where his sister was.
Corridor after corridor he went searching, following the path of his sister. He knew he could sense her no matter where she was in the galaxy, such was a sibling bond. He turned another corner and came to a blast door that led to a landing pad. The Hutt must have been trying to escape and was taking his sister with him he thought to himself.
He opened the door and saw the boarding ramp of the Hutt’s personal ship starting to close. The Jedi Knight activated his saber as if meaning to cut through the very hull of the ship to get to his sister. But before he could get to it, the ship blasted off.
Over the sound of the engines roaring, one could hear him scream as he shouted, “ BRRRITTTTANNYY!!!!!” He fell to his knees and almost began sobbing.
Somewhere in depths below him, the massive Devastator continued to tear itself apart. The ship buckle as it started to lose some of its anti gravity measures. The knight was going to die.
He had failed.
He began to look around the pad as he could hear explosions started to set off below him, when he saw a site that even made the matter worse. There on the edge of the pad itself, lay the decapitated body of his friend, Sentinel. Talor had killed him, and Skity had left him at the hands of the Sith when he had decided to confront Zorba.
“ No,” he muttered to himself as he dragged his body to his fallen friend. He clutched it in his arms as he sat down with it and began to weep. “ I am so sorry my friend, I should have listened to you . . .”
As he said the words, the pad itself began to sway as the vessel continued to destroy itself.
“I am so sorry. . . I failed you all this day, ” Skity whispered to himself. But before he could say another word, a ship, a SWA shuttlecraft hovered over pad and came just in front of Skity himself.
As the ship remained hovering above the pad, its boarding ramp began to extend. Somewhere in the back of his mind through the force the voice of Master Frantic beckoned him, “ get in.”
He did not hesitate but this time he wasn’t going to leave his friend alone. He took Sentinel’s body with him.
And as the world devast
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