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02.19.2013 , 11:37 PM | #11
CHAPTER 8: The Heist

“CALL OFF,” Kaarn barked into his comm, watching the traffic flowing in and out of the spaceport in front of him. The spaceport was set at the top of a long flight of stairs, and was worth the trip up. It was huge, with over a hundred landing pads available at any given time, and it was spectacular. Murals and holo-ads draped the outside and inside of the spaceport, giving it a surreal feel.

“Coran here,” Coran spoke, and Kaarn saw him meld into the traffic moving in and out of the spaceport.

“Alia,” Spoke the soft tones of Alia, who felt it necessary only to speak her name. She never had liked all these pre-heist checks.

“Gurk!” Called the big Trandoshan. Kaarn couldn’t help but smile. Gurkgren’s enthusiasm could be infectious at times.

“And here,” Michael said, his voice fuzzy in the comm, “Figure you can figure out who I am.”

“Michael…” Coran said warningly. Even through the white noise in the comm, Kaarn could hear Coran’s silent threat.

“Yea, yea, yea, Michael here.” Michael said sarcastically, and Kaarn was sure he was pouting.

“Alright then,” Kaarn said to himself, then, speaking directly into his comm, “Do we have eyes on target yet?”

“Aye.” Michael said from his position over on one of the spaceport’s higher levels. “Can’t see the Sith, but I see one large group of soldiers escorting someone. Gotta be her.”

“Good, how close are they to the exit?”

“Very,” Gurkgren, now, spoke, “Now gone.”

“Alright then,” Kaarn said, taking a deep breath, “Guess we’re in the clear. Everyone ready?”

Miscellaneous roars and grunts of affirmation came from the other members of the group.

“See you all on the other side then, people; may the Force be with you. Let’s go.”

The comm chatter died down and then went silent. Kaarn dropped him comm on the ground next to him and walked off towards the spaceport. They were all on their own now.


Alia found the maintenance shaft with ease. There was a guard stationed by it, but it was only one guard, Alia thought, a piece of cake. Walking to a nearby closet, she opened the door and let out a small gasp of horror. It was a loud gasp, loud enough to get the guard’s attention, but not too loud as to get everyone’s attention.

The guard looked over curiously at her, and, doing the best “horrified” face she could, she pointed into the closet saying, “Officer! Officer! There’s something…” and then trailed off, leaving that “something” to the imagination. The guard rushed over, his hand going to the switch on his arm that activated his comm. He was going to call this in.

Alia scowled. Of course this guy would make it harder, guys always seemed to do that. Striding up, and timing it just right, Alia whacked the guard’s hand away from the comm and shoved him into the closet. No one turned an eye at it.

Closing the door behind her, it took only a few seconds to incapacitate the guard. Leaving his body in the closet, she carefully slipped out and closed the door on his prone form. She didn’t have the supplies to tie him up, so she’d have to hope he stayed knocked out long enough. As she slowly closed the door, she felt a presence behind her. Spinning around, she prepped herself to face what was likely another guard when…

“Michael!” She exclaimed, shaking her head in relief, “What are you doing here?”

“Thought you might need a little help.” He said, slowly and steadily, watching her as a scientist would study a bug.

“Unless you have something to tie that guard up with, you might as well leave. We’re on the clock, remember?”

Michael looked curiously at her, “Yea, I’ve got something to tie him up with, here, help me tie him up,” and then he opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter.

Alia entered, and then glared angrily at Michael, “Close that door,” she whispered furiously,” It looks suspicious.”

“Apologies,” Michael said, and closed the door.


Kaarn spun through the plan in his head as he moved towards docking bay C6, making sure he hadn’t missed anything.

Gurkgren, armed with a non-lethal aerial toxin, would incapacitate the entire viewing room of the docking bay. That would enable controls over the docking bay itself, and give them access to the hazardous material alarm switch. Meanwhile, Michael and Coran, the two human males, would distract, incapacitate, and replace the two guards guarding every docking bay.

Since this was the VIP docking bay, it would usually be more than that, but they were shorthanded having to escort the Sith, who had arrived twenty minutes ago and had left the building just before their group had entered.

Again, at the same time Gurkgren, Coran, and Michael were doing what they were doing. Alia would be placing a series of charges around the ventilation system, which would be part of their distraction.

Once all that was complete, Gurkgren would set off the radiation alarm, requiring all maintenance personal and all civilians to leave that docking bay, Alia would set off her charges, giving the remaining security officers something more important to worry about than a radiation leak. Kaarn would move in, hack the ship, and turn on his virus’s remote activation system. Then, they would take off in their very own ship and would blow the fleet’s targeting system when the lasers started flying. They would be home free. As a manner of speaking, of course.

“Hmm...” Kaarn mused, “Seems about right.”

A passerby looked at Kaarn oddly as he passed, and Kaarn resolved to stop talking so loudly to himself. Moving away, Kaarn grabbed a seat at one of the benches nearby, checking his sightlines as he sat.

“Just right,” He muttered under his breath. Kaarn could see the entrance to the docking bay, and had the restrooms right next to him. Kaarn sometimes got nervous right before a heist. Settling down in his seat, Kaarn pulled his data pad from his pocket and pulled up the latest issue of Galactic Times, a famous celebrity reporting agency.

“Ah…” Kaarn sighed. He’d always enjoyed reading about the daily lives of celebrities. It always made Kaarn feel better about his life and his job, knowing that stupid people with an excess of money would always exist in this galaxy.

A figure sat down next to Kaarn. Not noticing, Kaarn simply continued to flip through his pad, a light smile on his face as he chuckled irregularly.

“Kaarn,” The figure spoke, softly, steadily, and deliberately.

Snapping his head up, Kaarn looked at the figure with only momentary confusion.

“Oh,” Kaarn said curiously, “What are you doing here?”


Gurkgren was in the restroom. It was one of the larger restrooms that locked from the inside and gave a nice amount of privacy. Gurkgren had been in there for a while, but, fortunately, this particular restroom was out of order, so no one had come by. This was just as well, because it could take Gurkgren quite a bit to finish building the detonator.

“But they say ‘No Boom’,” Gurkgren hissed lowly, “Ruins fun.”

So, for his own personal reasons, he’d installed a large amount of thermite into the casing of the gas device he was assigned to create. It was his own sort of rebellious action against Coran and Kaarn, even though he’d trust them with his life. Gurkgren’s own kind of inside joke.

“No boom,’ Gurkgren scoffed again to himself, shaking his head. As he finished the installation of the thermite charge, he examined his work, grinned to himself as only a Trandoshan could, and then scooped up his supplies and dumped them in the incinerator; the best way to recycle your trash.

Slinging his bag full of, unfortunately, non-lethal weaponry over his shoulder, Gurkgren left the restroom, being sure to check his corners as he left. It took him only a few minutes to make it to docking bay C6. The crowd was watching him warily, due to his being a Trandoshan, as he entered the landing bay. Well not the bay itself. The bay was guarded by twin guards at the entrance and by a security team in the viewing platform. Outside of that, though, was a small waiting area complete with bar, restrooms, and a lot of seats.

Gurkgren made his way to the stairs leading up to the viewing platform, but stopped before he reached there. The guards didn’t smell right. They were not Coran and Michael. But that couldn’t be right, Gurkgren had given them more than enough time to get into position while he was in the restroom.

“Not right…” Gurkgren hissed softly, and the guards looked in his direction. Almost as if they had planned it, the guards drew their weapons and raised them at Gurkgren. Roaring, Gurkgren dropped into a defensive stance, dropping his bag of explosives in front of him.

It was only then that Gurkgren noticed that the room was empty. There were no waiting civilians, no bartender, no families with their crying children. Just nothing.

“Stand down.” A familiar voice came from behind Gurkgren.

Turning slowly around and placing his back to the two advancing guards, Gurkgren saw Michael. Armed with a high powered pistol, Michael stood at the front of a five-man security team; each aiming their own blasters at the Trandoshan as they fanned out.

For a moment, Gurkgren was stunned. He had no idea what to think.

“Michael?” He hissed quizzically, reaching out a hand towards the man he considered a friend.

Taking a step back and placing a second hand on his pistol, Michael only repeated his earlier words.

“Stand down.”

“Oath-breaker!” Gurkgren roared, his anger finally sparking, “Traitor! Traitor!” Then Gurkgren let out a savage hunting roar. The cry was guttural, violent, angry. It spoke of hidden depths and untold hatred. The guards all took a half-step back.

Except Michael.

“Stand down.” Michael repeated one last time, seeing the bloodthirsty rage building up in Gurkgren’s eyes.

Gurkgren didn’t even respond. With another savage roar, he was a blur in the air. Blaster bolts soared, scorching and burning his flesh, but that didn’t matter to Gurkgren; he had only one purpose. Within seconds he was on Michael, and Gurkgren slashed viciously at his throat, going for a kill.

Michael rolled his head just enough to avoid death, but not enough to avoid the talons. They sunk deep into his face, leaving four deep red scars in the skin. Gurkgren roared again, even louder than before, and moved to slash again.

But the guards had regained their aim.

The shots rang out for forty seconds before they stopped.

Ten seconds after that, they had Michael out of the room and off to an emergency room.

Five seconds after Michael left, the room exploded in a blaze of fire, killing each and every guard who had taken a shot, and destroying what was left of the room. Days later, the investigators would identify a small package of non-lethal toxin mixed with two pounds of thermite as the source of the explosion.

Gurkgren had gotten his revenge.

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02.23.2013 , 12:12 PM | #12
CHAPTER 9: Recovery

“CORAN? WHAT are you doing here?” Kaarn asked, confused and annoyed at the same time. Coran leaned in from his seat next to Kaarn, and Kaarn saw a serious look in his eye.

“Look,” Coran said quietly, looking side to side. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“So you’re diverting from the plan because you have a bad feeling?”

“No, no,” Coran said, shaking his head in irritation. Then he stopped, took a breath, and then locked eyes with Kaarn. Shuddering slightly under Coran’s intense gaze, Kaarn withheld his comment.

“Do you trust me?” Coran asked seriously.

For a moment, Kaarn thought about making some form of a sarcastic reply, but he decided against it. “Yes,” he replied simply.

“Then trust me when I say that something bad is going to happen, and you need to follow me.”

“But how do you know something bad will happen?” Kaarn blurted out, unable to contain his confusion.

Coran put a hand to his temple in pain, and snapped back at Kaarn, “I just do. I don’t know how, or why. But I know something bad is going to happen. Just trust me, come on!”

“Fine.” Kaarn said, giving in to Coran’s demands.

Following Coran out of the waiting area into the vast spaceport itself, Kaarn couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong. This wasn’t the first time Coran had… well, had some “feelings” about the mission. Remarkably, he always seemed to be right, but even armed with that knowledge, Kaarn found it hard to trust Coran when he was like this.

He wasn’t himself. He would start rambling, talking of visions and stars. Kaarn would hear the in-depth descriptions of planets galaxies away, hear talk of wars and heroes and Jedi and Sith. And then he would talk about him. The Master, although Kaarn had no idea who that was. He would become the subject of Coran’s “visions”. Describing him as a massive spider weaving a tremendous web, Coran would speak of him with part fear, and part what was almost envy.

Then, the episode would pass, and Coran would be back to normal.

Kaarn had tried many a time to help Coran deal with it, but it proved too difficult. It was an intangible, something Kaarn couldn’t manipulate, a problem that would leave Kaarn feeling weak and helpless.

Musing, Kaarn almost didn’t notice Coran go rigid. Well, until he ran into him, anyway.

“Coran?” Asked Kaarn, shaking his friend’s shoulder sharply.

His friend’s head jerked around sharply, pushing Kaarn back with some invisible force. But that didn’t concern Kaarn, not at that moment. No, what concerned Kaarn were the two bright blue discs of light that had replaced his friend’s eyes.

“Coran?” Came Kaarn’s cautious question.

The being in Coran’s body didn’t speak, but looked over Kaarn’s shoulder, at the waiting room for docking bay C6. That was when Kaarn heard a faint ringing in his ears, the dull echo of blaster fire, having long since ceased.

Then the waiting room exploded, and all hell broke loose.

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02.24.2013 , 12:18 AM | #13
CHAPTER 10: Fuses Blow

“KEEP UP back there!” The Cor-sec commander, John Holmes, yelled at Xavier.

“Yes,” Darth Arctis agreed, from her position by the commander, “Do keep up.”

Rolling his eyes, Xavier gestured to the rest of the squad to keep up. Jane, Vaughn, Nicholas, and Alex, all dressed in their full black and red Imperial body armor picked up the pace.

“Do keep up.” Nicholas mocked loudly through the squad’s comm system.

“Back off, Nicholas,” Xavier warned, watching the Darth in front of them cautiously, as if she had heard Nicholas’ insult.

“Why?” Nicholas scoffed, “Not like she can hear us.”

“Want to test that?” Jane asked quietly, her eyes on Xavier, though he didn’t notice.

That shut Nicholas up rather quickly, and for the next minute or so they traveled in silence. Xavier eventually took his eyes off the Darth and looked around. Their little convoy still hadn’t left the spaceport yet; it was that big. Xavier hadn’t seen anything like it before. In the Empire, nothing was this massive, or this beautiful.

The walls were towering, but not in a threating way, it was… indescribable.

“Incredible…” He muttered over the comm as they neared the exit, or entrance, depending on which way you were going, of the spaceport. Laid out before them was a long staircase leading down to the ground. People walked up and down it like a swarm of insects. But that was all the view he got before the Cor-sec officers around him crowded him en masse, blocking his view of everything. At first, both Xavier and his squad went on alert, prepared to draw their weapons, before they realized that the officers were just trying to obscure the view of the Imperial commandos.

“Guess we should have brought some more inconspicuous dress.” Vaughn muttered, having come to the same conclusion as Xavier.

“Won’t matter.” Alex said, highlighting a point via the squad’s HUD. It was a Republic shuttle, already unloaded and prepared for passengers. A few moments later, Alex’s instincts turned out to be true as the officers herded the group into the shuttle bay. Xavier found himself standing next to the Darth again, who was engaged in what appeared to be a flirtatious conversation with the commander.

Xavier chuckled, “You guys seeing this?” He asked, nodding his head towards the Darth.

“Yes, she’s got more game than you, Xavier; course, that’s not saying much.”

“Shut up.” Jane and Xavier said simultaneously, before both looking away, embarrassed.

“What they said.” Vaughn continued, giving Nicholas a light punch to the shoulder.

“Strap in, taking off in ten,” The shuttle pilot conveyed over the intercom. Xavier began leading his men towards some seats, but then, something caused him to stop. Maybe it was instinct, or the Force, or something, but Xavier turned back around and found the barrels of twenty Cor-sec weapons aimed at him, the commander in the background talking on his comm, his own weapon leveled at the Darth.

“Stand down,” The Cor-sec officers said, gesturing down with their weapons. Hesitating for a moment, Xavier almost refused. He almost pulled his own trigger. But something told him not to.

“What’s the problem, Commander?” The Darth asked on the other side of the shuttle as the squad surrendered their weapons.

The commander looked curiously at the Darth, then at the squad. “Explosion near Docking Bay C6, where you left two of your men. And I don’t believe in coincidences.”

Taking a sharp breath, Xavier’s mind raced, one word coming to the surface, a puzzling enigma. Ardun?


With a sharp pain to the stomach, Ardun woke up. “Uck…” He muttered, pulling himself up to a sitting position from his bed. Stretching side to side, he felt like he hadn’t moved in days. A quick check on the chrono told him I hadn’t been more than twenty minutes. “What the…?” He muttered, confused.

“Careful,” Vain said, coming over to Ardun, “I put you through a healing trance. You’ll be very sore, try to move carefully.”

Ardun, hesitant to trust the Sith, followed her advice as he stood, slowly. “I suppose thanks are in order, my lord.”

“Stop that,” Vain said, annoyed, picking two small mugs up from the ground near Ardun. Ardun could smell the fumes coming from them, and was fairly certain it was coffee. “Just call me Vain. None of that ‘lord’ nonsense. I’m not a Lord yet; so I don’t deserve to be called one, not yet. Coffee?”

“Sure,” Ardun said, accepting the coffee, but not without some degree of caution. Sith were not known for kindness… or friendliness… or anything this Sith was doing.

“Now…” She said, sitting down on the ground and gesturing for Ardun to do the same. “How did you know about what I did at the academy? I had those records sealed personally. No one should have been able to find it, so how did you?”

Ardun sighed in relief. Hearing the greedy, hungry desire for knowledge in her voice had reassured him. This Sith had only been acting in self-interest, which fit much better with Ardun’s experience. “The engineer on my squad,” Ardun admitted, knowing he was going to have to give this up eventually. “I had him run a search on anything pertinent to you. I like to know my allies well. I was not aware that they were so heavily concealed; but to Alex it is not much of a problem.”

“Hmm…” Vain mused, standing and throwing her coffee mug to the side. It landed on the ground, smashing and spilling its liquid over the cargo bay floor.

“Was that necessary?” Ardun asked, sighing lightly.

Vain didn’t respond, but simply began pacing. Ardun, though he tried to remain aloof, couldn’t help but admire her fine figure. That was, until he rose suddenly several feet in the air, suspended by an invisible hand around his throat. Within seconds, oxygen was cut off, and Ardun began slowly dying.

“You will not speak to anyone about those files, understood?” Vain ordered, fiercely.

“Yes,” Ardun managed to spit out, but just barely.

“Good,” Ardun fell back down to the ground, barely landing on his feet. “Don’t disturb me, I’m going to meditate.”

Ardun didn’t reply, he was too busy gasping for air. A minute or so later, when the Sith was gone and Ardun was feeling more like himself, a question came to mind.

“Why?” Ardun asked aloud. “Why are those files so important?” Lists of thoughts ran through Ardun’s mind, but nothing seemed to fit the bill. He couldn’t figure a good reason a Sith would want files of their apprenticeship gone; didn’t make any sense. As he pondered this, Ardun geared himself up in his fatigues. Loose-fitting clothing and a high powered side-arm made him feel more at home.

Still pondering, Ardun moved to the bridge, where he activated the ship’s external cams and began watching the docking bay. Not like anything was going to happen, but it made Ardun feel as if he was doing something.

Minutes past as Ardun sat, thinking, watching the cams.

Then Vain shouted. “What the-!” The sheer unexpectedness of it scared Ardun, knocking him out of his seat. Which was good, seeing as the explosion coming from the waiting room would have done the same thing.

The ship shuddered and Ardun heard the thousand tiny pings and pongs of shrapnel bouncing off the ship’s surface. Before that shrapnel had all fallen, Ardun was moving towards the ship’s exit. Vain caught up with him along the way. The two didn’t speak a word as they exited the ship and raced across scorched ground to Ground Zero.


Kaarn was torn. Not literally, of course, the explosion hadn’t been close enough to harm him, but, it did still serve to tear him apart. Coran, or whatever blue-eyed... thing had possessed him had run off in one direction when the bomb had gone off. Kaarn’s instinct was to follow him… but, Gurkgren and Michael were supposed to be in the waiting room. The room that had just blown up.

Looking back after Coran, Kaarn saw his quickly retreating form and decided that going towards the explosion was really the only option. Chasing people wasn’t part of Kaarn’s skill-set. Instead he turned back around to the scorched earth where Michael and Gurkgren should have been. It only took him a minute or so before he got there. The emergency crews hadn’t even gotten there yet.

The room was scorched a deep black. There were no distinct bodies, but bits and pieces scattered across the room with the occasional larger chunk. At the center of the explosion, where, though Kaarn was unaware of it, Gurkgren had been, there was nothing but ashes.

“Guys…” Kaarn muttered, looking over the explosion, wondering. Who had set it? Why? Who had died? And what about Gurkgren and Michael?

“Step aside, sir.” One of the spaceport’s few remaining guards asked, having finally arrived to the explosion. Kaarn did as he was told, shaking himself out of his daze.

Stepping a few steps back as four or five guards moved in, extinguishers putting out any persistent fires, Kaarn closed his eyes and let his mind work through the problem in his head.

“Knew it was a bad idea to ditch the comms…” Kaarn muttered as his mind maneuvered. Then, with the force of a bullet, the obvious idea hit him. In retrospect, it should have been the first thing Kaarn had done.

“The cameras, of course,” Kaarn said to himself, rushing over to the nearest terminal; a check-in station for arrivals. It was hacked in about two minutes, and Kaarn had the room’s final minutes up on direct feed in only three minutes more.

“Stand down.” Michael’s small voice echoed through the speakers. Though he wanted to shut it off, he couldn’t. Kaarn watched every moment of Gurkgren’s death; saw the rounds rip through his flesh, and the explosion that soon followed.

“Had to bring the explosives, didn’t you Gurk?” Kaarn laughed quietly, not in the least surprised, but still sad to see an old friend die. Wasn’t his first time though, and wasn’t going to be his last.

“What happened here?” A loud voice boomed from the other room. It was female, and it was angry. Kaarn frowned; there were no female guards in the spaceport. He would know, he had scanned the extensive personnel files when planning this op.

Curious, he flitted around the corner to the room, and saw a tall thin woman in skin-tight black clothing. With a lightsaber at her side. And a man in Imperial fatigues to her right.

“Stang!” Kaarn hissed, moving back around the corner. “There’s another Sith!”


Alia hated Michael. She had been thinking that thought for a good while now, fuming over it. Michael had left her, tied up, in the closet.

“He’s going to pay.” She tried to say through her gag, but it came out as a series of unintelligible grunts. That was when the door opened. Surprised, Alia turned to view her savior.

It was Coran, but not Coran, all at once. Well, it looked like Coran… but the eyes. The eyes were two solid blue disks, definatly not Coran’s deep brown eyes. The figure, which, Alia supposed, was Coran, waved its hand and Alia’s bonds simply fell off. The gag simply came out of her mouth.

“What the…?” Alia muttered, looking up to thank Coran; who had to be on some sort of drug or something. But, Coran was already gone. Scrambling to her feet, Alia caught the barest glance of Coran, running towards docking bay C6.

“Well,” Alia mused, “Whole plan’s gone to hell…” She shrugged, “So why not?” After only a moment, Alia was after Coran’s retreating form.


“What happened here?” Vain boomed, one hand on her lightsaber which was, thankfully, still off.

The security officers, all obviously unprepared for this, looked nervously at each other before one of them finally had the courage to speak up. “Uh, ma’am,” The brave officer ventured, “We have no idea what happened here. But who are you? And what are you doing here?”

Now that they had a leader to back up, the other three or four officers quickly moved to back up their newfound leader, blasters pointed down but held ready nonetheless.

Vain snarled an answer no one heard, and drew her lightsaber; the blade’s deep red lighting up the guard’s petrified faces.

“Hey,” Ardun objected, moving in front of Vain, “Put that down!” He ordered, drawing his weapon in a futile gesture of masculinity.

“Don’t be a fool, Captain.” Vain said, pushing him aside with a quick force wave.

“This is a diplomatic mission!” Ardun shouted, moving between the officers and Vain. Tilting his head slightly, Ardun whispered to the lead officer, “Get out of here.” Before Vain could respond to Ardun’s defiance, the officers were sprinting away. With a shout of rage, Vain made to go after them, but Ardun pulled her back by her shoulder.

“What are you doing, Captain?” Vain demanded, slamming Ardun against a nearby wall and moving up into his face. “I am in charge! You will not defy me!”

“I did not mean to insult, my lord,” Ardun pleaded, “But I will not stand by and watch innocents be slaughtered! There was no need to fight them!”

“There is a need if I wish there to be one!” Vain shouted back, letting Ardun drop to the floor. “You should have just stood back and waited for orders!”

“Is that what you were taught?” Ardun yelled back, brandishing his gun, “We are soldiers, not droids to do your bidding! We, I, have minds of our own!”

Not responding, Vain simply drew her saber, the crimson red lighting up Ardun’s face. But Ardun’s eyes didn’t leave Vain’s. “Kill me, then.” Ardun said, moving his arms to stand at attention. “See what that accomplishes.”

Vain stared into Ardun’s eyes for a long moment, before yelling loudly and slamming him into the wall again with a great force wave and striding away; her lightsaber deactivating. “Consider yourself lucky, Captain.” She said as she strode away, back to the ship.

“I knew you couldn’t do it.” Ardun said, just loud enough for her to hear as he picked himself back up; again.

“What?” Vain asked, voice deadly, “What did you say?”

“You’re not like them.” Ardun said, voice louder now, as he gestured vaguely around the room. “The other Sith. You are similar, but you aren’t one of them.”

Vain’s eyes bore into Ardun with a burning hatred.

“You try,” He continued, “But you have kindness in your heart, and that makes you better than them.”

“Shut up!” She shouted back, and the sound knocked Ardun back a step, as it was imbued with the Force.

“Try all you wan-“ Ardun began, feeling like he was getting through to this odd Sith.

“No, shut up!” Vain yelled again, distracted, two fingers rubbing her temple, “I sense something powerful, a mighty presence in the Force. And it’s very close.”

“Jedi?” Ardun asked, drawing his weapon, all professional.

“No.” Vain answered, confused.


Kaarn saw Coran coming back, sprinting, with Alia behind him. Seeing the two blue spheres still in Coran’s eyes, he decided greeting Alia might prove more fruitful. To his surprise, however, as Kaarn waved down Alia, Coran stopped as well.

“Kaarn!” Alia cried, coming to a stop next to him. “Michael, he betrayed us!”

“I know.” Kaarn said softly, bowing his head, “He killed Gurk, too.”

“What?” An astonished Alia asked, her hands going to her mouth.

“Yea, I know,” Sympathized Kaarn, running his hands through his fur. Alia, always the professional, glanced at the nearby entrance to the waiting room.

“Is it clear?” She asked, giving Kaarn a quizzical look.

“It was,” Kaarn spoke, head still down, “But there is a Sith inside. Not sure where she came from, but there is no way we are getting past her.”

Biting her lip, Alia stayed silent as she processed the problem. Coran, though, or whatever had possessed him, had perked up at Kaarn’s words. Then, at long last, it spoke.

“You,” Came a deep supernatural voice, Coran’s mouth never moving, as Coran’s body pointed at Kaarn, “Get to the ship, do what you must.” Kaarn opened his mouth, part shock, part awe, and made to reply, but Coran had shifted his gaze to Alia. “You,” It said, nodding at Alia, “Come with me.”
Coran stood, and spun, moving towards the door. Alia and Kaarn stayed still, shocked, until Kaarn broke them from their stupor. “You heard him.” He said, moving towards the door. Alia shook her head, and then followed them.


“It’s here!” Vain shouted, feeling the immense presence in her mind. Opening her eyes, she saw a young man, around her age, running towards her, solid blue discs for eyes. Igniting her lightsaber, Vain augmented her speed with the Force and accelerated towards the man, who’d stopped several paces from her. She swung towards his head, hoping to end it quickly, but the man blocked her stroke.

With his arm.

Dazzled, she examined his arm carefully, time moving very slowly under her Force-induced speed. A shining blue aura had engulfed it, a barrier crafted from the Force. Suddenly, she found herself pulled from her slowed down world as the man sent her flying with a Force-augmented punch to the gut.

Slowing her descent with the Force, Vain drew upon her inner reaches and summoned a pure blot of Force lightning, flinging it towards her foe. The man, now running towards her once more, jumped, spun in the air, and deflected her attack, sending it off into one of the walls.

As the man reached melee range once more, Vain entered into a series of strikes and blows designed to stagger any opponent. Her blade, a swirling column of red, flickered like a snake, darting at the man with no remorse.

A whirling image of lights, the man dodged all of her attacks, deflecting any that would come too close with a well-placed barrier.

He was unlike any enemy Vain had faced before.

Finishing off a trio of combos, Vain shouted, sending a wave of Force energy from her person. The man, at first engulfed, rode the wave several meters away, landing as though he had planned it. Moving to an upright position, the man straightened his left arm and drew his right hand down it, as if he was pulling back the string of a bow. Sure enough, the glittering blue presence of the Force created, from nothing, the tall image of a bow, and the sharp arrow nocked in it.

Seeing what it was before it materialized, Vain drew up a cocoon of Force energy around her, a vast swirling ball of dark side energy. The man’s silvery arrow, when released, pierced straight through her shield, piercing her arm.

Vain screamed in agony, even though there was no physical wound. The great pain bringing her near unconsciousness, she saw the man nod in satisfaction before he too fell onto the floor, unconscious.

As darkness took her in the vast realm on the unconscious, the one emotion that flickered through Vain’s mind was worry. For Ardun.


When the blue-eyed man had entered the room, Ardun had been left wondering how exactly he was going to fight him. He fought with the Force, Ardun had thought, not exactly something guns did well against. Then the furry Bothan had sprinted by, on the way to the ship and Ardun had lined him up in his sights, happy to have something more his speed.

Then the woman had punched him in the face. It hadn’t been a direct blow, else Ardun would be unconscious with a broken jaw, but it had been direct enough to knock Ardun off his feet and to throw off his aim. The round meant for the Bothan had bounced off one of the walls harmlessly.

The woman staggered for a moment after she punched Ardun, giving the Special Forces captain enough time to recover. Re-aiming his weapon, he drew it to bear on the woman and began firing. Daintily, she dodged his first few rounds and quickly found refuge behind a large couch. Ardun continued firing as he stood back up, hoping to keep her head down.

Then his gun had run out of ammo. “Stang!” Ardun shouted, flipping the weapon around and grabbing the barrel end with one hand, just high enough that he wouldn’t be burnt by the hot barrel. As the woman jumped over the couch to reengage, he chucked the weapon at her, catching her by surprise and across the face.

Stunned, she was unable to dodge the left hook that came across her face. But she recovered from it nicely. As her body spun right to disperse the force of the punch, the woman lifted herself up by her hands and sent her legs in a deadly curve towards Ardun. Barely sliding away in time, Ardun took several steps back, moving onto more open ground and settling into a defensive stance.

“Stang, Coran.” The woman muttered as she walked slowly, over, hands held defensively. “Think you left me the hard one.” Ardun glanced over his shoulder to where the woman was looking and saw the man going toe to toe with Vain. Ah, Ardun realized, he must be Coran.

“We don’t have to fight, you know.” Ardun said, meeting the woman’s eyes.

“I know.” She replied, flipping her hair behind her head, “You can surrender whenever you want.”

“So it’s going to be like that?”

“No, I was serious.” The woman said, as she flung a small object at Ardun. Moving out of the way, Ardun still caught what was apparently a knife in the upper thigh. He grunted in pain, his defense stumbling. The woman must have kept the knife in her hair, probably as a pin or something along those lines.

Trying to recover from the knife to his thigh, Ardun was easy prey for the woman, who came in like a hawk, kicking Ardun in his left thigh just by the wound, causing him to fall over in pain.

“Ah!” He yelled, falling to one knee. Looking up, Ardun was just in time to see the woman’s foot moving towards his face. A second later, Ardun was out cold.


Alia fell to one knee, the Imperial dispatched, to catch her breath. “Ah.” She grunted, gingerly feeling her right shoulder, where one of the bullets had glanced her. It wasn’t bad, but it was close. Alia shuddered when she thought about how close to death she’d been. She was fairly certain that if the soldier hadn’t stopped to try to get her to surrender that she would be dead by now. He knew what he was doing.

Retrieving her knife from the soldier’s thigh, Alia looked up to where Coran was finishing off the Sith. As the Sith fell, unconscious, onto the ground, Coran did the same.

“Coran!” Alia yelled, running over to him. She didn’t manage to catch him before he hit the ground, but she checked him over when she got there. The blue eyes were gone, and Coran had nothing but a few scrapes and bruises.

“You lucky son of a Hutt,” She muttered, grabbing him by his legs and dragging him towards the ship. As they passed the blast doors, Alia made sure Coran was out of the way and then hit the controls, sealing the blast doors behind them in case either of the Imperials woke up.

“Kaarn!” She shouted. “How’s it coming?”

“It’s coming!” He replied, hard at work just out of view.

“Good!” She shouted back, throwing Coran down in front of the ship’s entrance. She stripped Coran of his A-300, and then moved behind one of the landing gears, aiming the blaster at the door. A few moments later, a sharp sizzling and a bright red point of light told her they were running out of time.

“Hurry up Kaarn!” She shouted, “The Sith is cutting through!”

“I’m hurrying!” He shouted back.

And that was when Coran, the real, brown eyed Coran, woke up.

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02.25.2013 , 01:08 PM | #14
I'm even more hooked! Great read, very exciting, I'm eager for more.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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02.26.2013 , 07:12 PM | #15
Quote: Originally Posted by Syart View Post
I'm even more hooked! Great read, very exciting, I'm eager for more.
Thank you! Hopefully it gets better as it goes. I had this whole thing planned out in my head, and it was going to be this nice short story, but then I realized how long it was taking me to just get them off the planet. Then I had this idea (Ardun) slap me in the face like a wet fish, and he just had to go in.... and.... and...... and......

*sigh* I have problems...

Know who I am? Really? Well, I didn't see that coming...

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03.01.2013 , 01:13 PM | #16
Quote: Originally Posted by Quifand View Post
I had this whole thing planned out in my head, and it was going to be this nice short story, but then I realized how long it was taking me to just get them off the planet. Then I had this idea (Ardun) slap me in the face like a wet fish, and he just had to go in.... and.... and...... and......

*sigh* I have problems...
You are soooo not alone
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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03.01.2013 , 10:41 PM | #17
Quote: Originally Posted by Syart View Post
You are soooo not alone
Whew, thanks

Know who I am? Really? Well, I didn't see that coming...

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03.01.2013 , 10:46 PM | #18
CHAPTER 11: Prices

KATIE FOUND her way to the shuttle bay fairly quickly. A few quick words and quiet promises to the lone guard and she was through into the bay itself. From there it didn’t take her long to find Goll. Meditating in front of a rust bucket of a ship, he had a small bag next to him; probably filled with clothes, Katie thought, and his lightsaber strapped to his belt.

“Talk about packing light.” Katie mumbled, making her way to Goll, no even quite sure what she was going to say. As she grew closer and closer, her heart began racing. Why am I even here? She thought to herself, but the thought was quickly dismissed. She was here for Natalya; her friend.

Katie took a deep breath, and then opened her mouth, planning to yell something like; Hey dirt bag! or something similar.

However, Goll beat her to the punch.

“What is it, girl?” He asked, opening his eyes and not even bothering to rise from his position.

“Give me back my friend!” Katie yelled, and then quickly shoved her hand over her mouth. That wasn’t quite what she had wanted to say.


Katie paused, she didn’t really have a good reason why. “Because…” She began, biting her tongue while she thought of something to say, “Because I need her. I won’t be able to get through this place without her.”

Letting out a short breath, Katie smiled to herself. That was surely a good enough reason; and it was even true, in a manner of speaking. Natalya was the one who helped Katie focus, and, if it wasn’t for her, Katie might have been “removed” from class by now. Her force powers were highly erratic and not exactly reliable.

“So, your abilities are weak?”

Katie’s eyes went wide. That was not what he was supposed to have gotten from this. “No!” She retorted, making sure she looked as offended as possible.

“Curious,” Goll said, crossing his arms and looking at Katie with interest.

“What?” Katie said, now confused. What did he mean by “curious”?

Of course, that was when Natalya walked in. Wearing a plain brown robe and carrying her bags; two of them, her eyes widened as she drew near Katie.

“Katie?” Natalya asked, blue eyes twinkling in confusion.

“I… I… umm,” Katie tried to speak, but couldn’t find words. This whole thing had been a very, very bad idea.
“Good,” Goll spoke, quietly, looking at the two girls. “This will work out better than I hoped. Natalya, I’m sure you realized by now that I am to be your new teacher for the immediate future. Your first lesson begins now.”

Katie felt a cold force around her neck. It lifted her up, inch by inch, and Natalya’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what Goll was doing. “Stop that!” She yelled, reaching out with the Force to save her friend. The words of her new master, Goll, stopped her.

“You do, she dies.”

So Natalya stood, helpless, and watched her friend being slowly choked.

“This woman,” Spoke Goll, staring at Natalya and not even seeming to register the body floating in midair, “Is your time at this place, at this compound. She is your friend, your confidant, your protector, perhaps. She is all you were at this place. Look at her, and see yourself.” Shouting the last words, Goll entered Natalya’s mind. Wrenching control of it from the woman, Goll altered Natalya’s perception of the world, shaped it in order to better serve his lesson.


Natalya looked up. All she saw was herself, ten years younger, dressed in an initiate’s robe. Emotions that were not hers flooded through her; Hate, Spite, Anger. That young child was weak, pathetic, it didn’t deserve to live!

Strike her down

Natalya grabbed ahold of herself, “NO!” She screamed. “That isn’t me, that’s Katie!”

Strike her down


Strike her down


Strike her down

The command focused through Natalya, became Natalya. Her world became contained within that fragile space. Katie and Natalya. But it wasn’t Katie. It was weakness, pity, ignorance, everything Natalya had been force-fed since childhood. It, for there was no other word for the creature hanging in the air, was a lie.

Then, in a brief moment that flickered past, so fast as to almost be forgotten, Natalya snapped it’s neck.
It crumpled to the ground, a pile of rags and robes, but Natalya didn’t pay any attention to that.

Slowly, her mind became her own once more as Goll released his control. Though it seemed frivolous, Natalya noticed Goll’s hands were shaking as he released his hold on her.

“Do you understand what just happened?” Goll asked, sitting back down.

“I let go, metaphorically, of course. I let go of this place. I wiped my slate clean.”

“Good,” Goll said, smiling. “Entirely right. Now get on the ship, we must leave.”

Natalya nodded and gathered her things, heading up into the ship’s interior. Goll stayed outside and stared at the fallen corpse, thinking.

He would have to be careful. Natalya was strong when she wanted to be, but he could not break her. He had gotten close there; he had almost broken her mind under his. Almost. Goll would have to find another way to teach her, else he would soon not have an apprentice. Musing over this thought, Goll gathered his things and joined Natalya in the shuttle.

Within a few minutes, they were off to Ilum, the quiet of space a contrast with Goll’s racing mind.

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03.04.2013 , 11:27 PM | #19
CHAPTER 12: Escape

EVERYTHING WENT white. Coran felt his body go rigid, and then he felt it melt away. And then there was nothing. Just a vast emptiness.

Without a thought, it all changed. There was no boom, no flash of light. It just changed. The surroundings were familiar now, Coran noted. He was back in their little sewer home, standing in the center, the water lapping at his ankles.

“Coran?” A soft voice whispered.

Pivoting lightly on his ankle, Coran turned to look down the eastern passage. And there was Alia. Dressed in a stunning white dress that accented her curves and smoothed her edges, she took Coran’s breath away.

“Like what you see?” She asked. And it was all Coran could do not to blush. He smiled broadly and nodded, drunk on pleasure.

“I do,” Coran said just as quietly, moving closer to her.

“I knew you’d like it,” She said, twirling in her dress, a wondrously rare smile on her face. She laughed, a soft burbling sound, and looked at Coran lovingly.

“I love you,” She said, and then vanished into dust.

Panicked, Coran rushed forward to try and grab her, but he was too late.

“Alia!” He cried, grabbing at mist. So fervent was his effort that he fell, face first, into the stream of water below. He crashed down and the water splashed, flying through the air. But there was no sound. There was no crash of the water as it came back to earth, no soft ripple as Coran pulled himself back up. Coran had only a few moments to notice this before another voice echoed through the room.

“You were right,” Kaarn said, in his usual collected tone. “Sorry I ever doubted you, buddy.”

Turning, Coran saw Kaarn in the middle of the junction, arms crossed, legs slightly split apart. But it wasn’t right. Something was off about it. The figure in front of him wasn’t Kaarn; there was some minuscule difference that put Coran off. Maybe it was the fur, the expression, the voice, but something wasn't right.

Something wasn't real.

“Who are you?” Asked Coran, crossing his arms and looking carefully at Kaarn.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” The figure spoke, and then exploded into a mist of dust. Coran ducked his head to protect himself and shielded his eyes from the millions of dust particles flying his way.

A few moments later, when the small storm had passed, Coran stood and examined the junction. Searching for another apparition, Coran didn’t think to look behind him, where a shadowy figure materialized out of the air behind him; a pistol in hand.

“Coran.” The voice spoke, the single word sounding faintly ominous.

Turning slowly around, Coran saw Michael standing behind him with Coran’s pistol, the A-300, held loosely in his hand.

“Michael…” Muttered Coran, slightly confused. Michael wasn’t someone he’d been expecting to see.

“Such a fragile thing… a life.” Michael said slowly, turning the barrel of the gun over in his hands. The barrel moved towards Coran, and, as though watching from a dream, Coran saw the barrel flash as energy ionized. He never saw the bolt fly out.

It passed through his body and Coran cried out in pain, falling to his knees and clutching his chest.

“Goodbye,” Michael said, and Coran felt a layer of fine dust fall on top of him as Michael disappeared. Then the world vanished.

All was black.

“I have been waiting.” A deep voice echoed from the blackness. A small pin***** of light appeared in the distance, and as it became larger, Coran could begin to see his body once more.

“For what?” Begged Coran as he floundered in the blackness, trying to find something tangible to stand on.

“Why me? Stang, what are you anyway?”

“It is no matter. All that matters is that you are here.”

“No. I want answers! Where am I? Who are you? Why me? Why now? Answer me!” Coran shouted, and as his voice rang out through space the light vanished, and so did the dark. It was impossible to explain, Coran would later think, but there was now just… nothing there. It was nothing. No light, no dark, nothing.


That was when feeling began to return. As though feeling a long lost limb, sense began to return to Coran. He felt the hard surface of durasteel plates under his hands. He smelt smoke and fur and, oddly, a wondrous perfume. He tasted the metallic taint of blood. Then, his eyes opened.

“Thank the stars,” Alia said, her face incredibly close to Coran’s. “Kaarn!” She cried softly, “He’s awake!”

Rushing over, Kaarn’s face soon entered Coran’s field of vision as well. “Good, because we need to go; now.” He said, a mixture of urgency, relief, and despair on his face.

“Then hurry up with that hack!” Snapped Alia, pushing Kaarn away from Coran, “I’ll bring him back up to speed,”

Sitting up, Coran saw, to his right, the large profile of a Fury-class interceptor. “Wait.” He said, “When did I get here?”

“Time for that later,” Alia said, pushing Coran’s A-300 into his hand, “Find a spot, get your sightlines, and shoot anything that comes through that door.” She said, pointing towards the door on the far side of the hanger. Looking closely, Coran recognized it as the door to the waiting room. Looking even more closely, Coran saw a bright pin***** of red light carving a hole in the door.

“Is that a-“ Coran began to ask, but Alia cut him off.

“Yes, it’s a lightsaber, don’t you remember anything?” She said, exasperated, as though this was old news.

Thinking back, Coran replied, “The last thing I remember is talking to Kaarn. There was something he had to know… something he-“Now it was Kaarn’s turn to cut him off.

“That Michael was a traitor, right? You never got the chance to tell me, but we figured it out soon enough.” Kaarn yelled over, while punching in a complex series of numbers in the Fury.

About to open his mouth to ask another question, Alia cut off Coran before he could even speak, directing her comment at Kaarn. “Aren’t you done with that yet? You said it would only take a minute!”

“Can it!” Kaarn snapped back, “Almost done.” As he spoke those last two words the Fury’s hatch door smoothly slid open. “Got it!” Kaarn yelled, sprinting inside.

“Coming!” Cried Alia as she followed Kaarn. Coran, still confused, followed them as well, closing the Fury’s hatch as he entered the ship.

Striding aboard, Coran was admiring the craftsmanship when Kaarn’s voice snapped on via the loudspeakers. “Coran, Alia, get up here, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!” Coran, not even pausing to register how quickly Kaarn had accessed the ship’s computers, raced to the bridge.

As soon as he reached the bridge he was greeted by a brilliant scene of flashing lights and flickering numbers. Lost in it all, Coran threw himself down in the nearest seat, watching Kaarn work his magic at the controls.

“Stang, Kaarn,” Coran whispered, “When did you learn how fly like this?” As he spoke the words, a faint memory came back to his ears.

“Who are you?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?”

The ship moved up and towards the spaceport exit. Alarms began ringing loudly as the hanger registered an unauthorized takeoff. The already chaotic bridge now filled with the crimson red of flashing lights. The door to the hanger started closing shut, a precaution against thieves, and Kaarn gunned the engines. The ship slipped between the ever closing space, leaving two long gouges in the ship’s wings as the ship barely slipped through. Shuddering tremendously, the ship’s repulsorlifts sputtered and Kaarn almost lost control of the ship.

“Sorry,” Kaarn yelled as he flipped a few switches and pressed a few buttons, reestablishing the ship’s equilibrium, but just barely.

The comm buzzed loudly. Kaarn didn’t even bother to look at it. “Coran!” He shouted, “Get that for me, would you?”

Coran waved affirmation and slid over to the comm, hitting the switch on the wall behind Kaarn. A small blue figure materialized out of the air in front of Coran. Though it was hard to tell, with everything being blue, Coran was fairly certain the man in front of him wore the garb of the republic military. The man’s next words proved him right.

“Stop your ship and submit to boarding by the Republic Military. This is not a request. If you do not concede then we will be forced to open fire on-“ Coran switched off the comm.

“Kaarn!” He yelled, “Tell me you installed that spike!”

Kaarn didn’t speak for a moment, “Stang,” he muttered, “Knew I forgot something,”

“Kaarn!” Alia shouted, her eyes wide with fear.

“Best get on those turrets,” Kaarn said as he gunned the engines, moving towards the atmosphere. A few moments later the ship bucked as they broke through the atmosphere. That was also when Alia had a realization.

“This thing doesn’t have turrets, Kaarn!”

“Stang…” Kaarn trailed off. He wasn’t really conversing, as his focus was vested elsewhere. The comm buzzed again, and Coran snapped.

“We don’t karking care!” He yelled, pulling out his pistol and blowing a hole in the comm system. Alia glared at him heatedly, and all Coran could do was shrug.

“What?” He asked bitterly, the question rhetorical, “It would have been a boring conversation anyway.”

A loud crack echoed through the ship and the world shook violently. Coran and Alia, not strapped in, were thrown off their feet. Discussion stopped there. Looking at each other, Coran and Alia had the same thought. We’ve been hit.

“Damage report?” Coran asked, getting back on his feet.

“Shields to ten percent, venting leaks in the medical bay and port barracks. Severe external damage. We can’t take another hit like that.” Kaarn said, able to shift his focus just long enough to check.

Taking a deep breath, Coran closed his eyes and envisioned the situation in his mind. He had never been as good at this as Kaarn, but, in a pinch, he could work wonders. Coran’s mind flitted through possibilities, solutions, chances, and then began spitting out directions.

“Alia, get us locked in for hyperdrive, Kaarn, get on a console and see if you can get your hack implemented, stay nearby to help out Alia.”

“Then who’s flying?” Alia asked, moving over to the navigational controls.

“I am.” Coran said, moving into the pilot’s seat as Kaarn stepped out, the Bothan’s eyes doubtful.

“Do you even know how to?” Kaarn asked, quietly, as if already given up.

“I just… know.” Coran said, strapping himself in and jerking the ship in a hard starboard to avoid another volley. Kaarn, moving to a terminal, paused over a screen.

“We’ve got company.” He said, hitting Coran on the shoulder, “Seven Talon-class fighters, incoming.”

“Bring ‘em on.” Coran said, his eyes becoming solid blue disks. The ship ducked and turned and flitted, back and forth, up and down, left and right.

From space, it was as if the ship had just multiplied, the speed leaving afterimages that threw off sights. Suddenly, the ship halted in mid-air, the thrusters reversed to slow the ship as much as possible. The Talon fighters, moving quickly to keep up, were left a distance ahead of the Fury, clear in the range of its cannons. But Coran didn’t take a shot, but launched the ship’s EMP suites, disabling the fighters, and then jerked the ship to the side, taking it on an intercept course with one of the five great capitol ships orbiting Corellia.

Kaarn and Alia, though focused on their tasks, couldn’t help but watch in awe as fields and fields of turbo lasers on the capitol ship lit up, sending a flurry of rounds at the small ship. Coran danced between the waves, moving in just as the next flurry was sent up until he was riding alongside the lines of turbo lasers.

“Are the hyperspace coordinates ready?” The deep, supernatural voice asked, a clear indication that this was not truly Coran.

“Almost.” Alia responded, jumping back into her work with renewed energy. Kaarn ran over from his position, the hack hopeless, to help Alia out with the coordinates.

Meanwhile, Coran spun the ship and weaved it in and out of the rows of turbo lasers. Light began dancing across the view screen once more as he moved upward, towards the command bridge of the ship, once more in the ship’s line of fire. Now though, every capitol ship, fighter, frigate, any military vessel scrambled, had a clear field of fire as well. The ship’s path was engulfed in greens and blues and reds.

The ship began shaking, trembling, as fire began hitting the ship. Finally, with a loud crash, the ship jerked to the left heavily.

“This machine is damaged.” Coran spoke, calmly, “Enter the coordinates now, or we die.”

“Take ‘em” Alia shouted, inputting the final numbers. Kaarn, who was closest to the switch, flicked the switch. The field of fire vanished, along with the stars, into lines of light.

Then, with a crack, the ship entered hyperspace. They had, escaped, barely.

The task complete, Coran, like before, passed out.

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03.07.2013 , 06:51 PM | #20
CHAPTER 13: Diplomatic Immunity

ARDUN WOKE with a pounding headache and blood streaming from his thigh. “Ugh,” He groaned, sitting up and clumsily putting pressure on his wound. A sizzling from the corner told him where Vain was.

“Ma’am?” He shouted, “What are you doing?”

“They’ve locked us out!” She cried out, not even bothering to look back, “They’re taking the ship!”

“Yes, and cutting through a Republic blast door won’t help, ma’am.”

“Of course it will.”

Ardun tried to stand up, but found his leg too weak and fell back down. “Not when we are on an enemy planet, ma’am. It would be best to simply wait this out.”

Even as he spoke the words, a squad of Cor-sec officers ran into the room. “Put the lightsaber down, Sith!” Their leader, John Holmes, yelled, brandishing a weapon at Vain.

Vain merely turned and held her blade before her menacingly. “Captain.” She spoke, locking eyes with the Cor-sec commander, “What was that you were saying?”

Shaking his head, Ardun chuckled to himself. She had to have the last word, didn’t she? “Never mind, ma’am,” He responded, hands still wrapped tightly around his injured thigh.

“Sith!” The commander shouted again, “Drop the weapon or we fire!”

The crackle of lightning echoed through the air, and bolts of purple electricity flowed around Vain’s body. The Cor-sec officers stepped back slowly, staring intently at the light show going on around Vain. “Did you say fire?” Asked Vain, launching the bolt of Force lighting towards Holmes.

“Apprentice!” The single word echoed fiercely around the room. The bolt of lightning dissipated in a burst of energy. That was when Darth Arctis came into the room.

“What is going on here, apprentice?” Darth Arctis screamed, moving over to Vain, her every step radiating anger. Looking rather shocked, Vain opened her mouth to reply, but Arctis did not give her the opportunity, flinging her apprentice against the bulkhead behind her. Summoning both Vain’s and her own lightsabers to her hand, Arctis brought them to bear in a cross at Vain’s throat.

“The negotiations were short. Thanks to your incredible ability to kark things up. Tell me, apprentice, what were you thinking?”

“My lord!” Ardun shouted, trying to get back up on his feet. “We were attacked by a small group of thieves. They are now inside, attempting to steal the ship. Lord Vain was merely trying to prevent their escape.” The Cor-sec commander, Holmes, looked alarmed as Ardun spoke, almost like he knew what was going on.

The Darth closed her eyes for a moment, as though searching the docking bay with her mind. Her next statement implied that she had, indeed, felt the thieves inside. “Commander!!” She shouted, turning on Holmes violently, “Why are their thieves inside my ship!?!”

Holmes gestured to his men to take a quick step back, “We will handle this, not to worry. I will call another escort to take you to your meeting.” One of Holmes’ men moved off as he spoke, speaking quickly and quietly into a communicator, likely to call the other escort.

“Jax?” Holmes asked, turning to his men. One of the men, near the rear of the group, moved forward.
“Yes, sir?” The man inquired, saluting his commander.

“Take this group here and deal with the thieves. Shoot to kill, understood?”

“Sir, yes, sir.” The soldier responded, turning to give out orders to the rest of the group.

“Sith,” Holmes spoke, walking away, “Come with me.”

“Not until my ship is secure.” Arctis said coolly, still holding both her and her apprentice’s sabers.

“Not an option.” Holmes said, meeting Arctis’ eye. The two stood there for a moment, sizing each other up, before Arctis gave in.

“Vain,” She said quietly, “Grab the idiot soldier over there,” She gestured to Ardun, “And follow me.”

“Yes, Master,” Vain said, subdued, and moved over to Ardun.

“Sleep well,” Vain said quietly as she passed her hand over Ardun’s eyes. A moment later, it all went black.