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Qui-Gon pried off the cold metal plating encasing the door. He scowled. His lightsaber had burned through the lock, and security had been automatically alerted. He reactivated his light green blade and proceeded to slice through the rest of the door. It fell forward with a deafening clank. He nudged pieces of heavy durasteel away and clattering down the small wreckage pile as he scrambled over it. A particularly heavy piece was dislodged and struck the wall with the screech of sharp elements. It left a nasty dent.
The ominous whirring of sensors and the dreaded click of fully charged blasters met Qui-Gon's ears. Droids were coming, armed with lethal weaponry. One freshly Knighted Jedi didn't stand a chance.
He pounded down the hallway, praying as he rounded the corner a barrage of blaster fire would not assemble in front of him. The droids had gone the other way, but a flustered squad of rookie guards barreled into him instead. They madly fired, their bolts ricocheting off walls to strike colleagues. A lightsaber would be too destructive at close quarters. Instead Qui-Gon forced pushed two guards against the wall. Their necks banged on the stone and they crumbled. He snatched the blaster away from another as two more men went down from allies' fire. The survivors took in the scene and fled.
As they stumbled away, two dozen sleek, jet-black droids with the most sophisticated weaponry of the day zipped past them. There laser pointers were targeted at Qui-Gon. They fired, faster than he could ever recall seeing before. His lightsaber was a blur, always on defense. The front line was less than three steps away from him. The mere concentration of the blaster bolts singed his face and the ends of his robe. He couldn't attack, lest something get through his weakened defense. Any fire deflected back at the droids was absorbed in strong armor.
Finally, a droid overloaded. It exploded in a shower of sparks. Another's circuits were fried as it burst into flame. But Qui-Gon had no time to be relieved. They were surrounding him on all sides, a constant peppering of blaster fire. And the circle was closing in. Soon they would be on top of him. Maybe
He had no choice. He jumped over the crowd, and the droids had to whir and beep to pinpoint their target again. The lead droid, as red as a setting sun, aimed at the hand clutching the lightsaber. It was a direct hit.
The lightsaber flew out of his hand as Qui-Gon lost the focus if his leap and crashed to the floor. The lightsaber was ahead of him. As they simultaneously struck the ground, the still activated saber hit the bridge of his nose.
He yelled as unbearable pain and a blinding light hit met him.
Yep…that's it. Sorry it's so short, but the next chapter shall be coming along.
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