For the disclaimer, I do not own Star Wars or any of its related materials, cause if I did I wouldn't be wasting time posting a fanfiction about it.
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Chapter 1
"Awaken"
I heard the old woman's voice as I drifted in the Kolto tank, poisoned and hanging barely on to life. For some reason, the tank opened and I spilled out onto the floor. After what seemed like hours, I finally regained consciousness, noticing a small circle of screens around me. I looked up and saw the others held in their Kolto tanks. I got up close, but found them to be dead. An ironic situation, considering they were killed inside a chamber meant to heal. I headed out the door in hopes I would find some more clues to my situation.
Upon stepping into the hallway, I saw three doors. I tried the one labeled "Morgue", but found it locked. I decided to head over into the room across the hall and found a computer module. Having a decent amount of skill in computer slicing and manipulation, I was able to open a few doors, including the morgue. Since this was the medical bay, I stopped to grab a few medpacs. I considered them useful, since it was obvious this facility wasn't abandoned willingly.
I stepped in to the morgue and found two bodies. The first of which was that of an old woman. I hoped it was the one who spoke to me, but found no breathing or movement from her. I examined the other body and found a plasma torch, which might come in handy, since I was all out of options at the time. Just then I heard rustling behind me. I turned suddenly, to surprisingly see not only another living person, but the woman whom I had presumed dead.
"Gaah!" I muttered confused.
"You have no reason to fear me, or do you? I see you have finally awakened from the Kolto tank. You reek of it." The old suspicious woman said.
"Who are you?" I asked
"I am your rescuer, as you are mine. My name is Kriea. But you are of more importance at the moment. I sense you are skilled in the Force, or at least once were."
"I was… banned by the Jedi council. It's not something I like to talk about. How did you know I was a Jedi?"
"Your stance, the way you carry yourself. It's as if you are holding a great weight. However, enough reminiscence for now."
"Do you know what happened here? There doesn't seem to be anybody here, like it was abandoned."
"I must confess that I do not. As I slept I was removed from the events of the world as you were."
"Hmph, you can read minds and feign death. You are definitely an interesting old woman."
"And you survived a lethal dose of toxins. But we must move swiftly and leave this place."
"What's the matter? What's the rush?"
"Someone made an attempt on our lives. And we can be sure they won't stop until they have completed their purpose, which is why we must find a means of escape."
"Are you well enough to walk?"
"Do not confuse my intentions. I am not so young as to rush straight into danger. I must rest and regain my strength."
"Fine, stay here and I'll see if there is anyone else alive"
She then sat cross-legged on the floor and began to meditate. I left the room and headed left to the jammed door.
If I had had the torch sooner, I may have not met Kriea and was grateful of its previous location. I slashed open the door, only to find two insect-like droids on patrol. They began to shoot their, although weak, potentially fatal mining lasers at me. I weaved left and right in an attempt to avoid the blasts. I finally made it to the first druid and sliced it right in half and turned my attention immediately towards its partner. I rushed at it, hoping to reduce time, but my haste cost me a scrape of a blaster nicking my left arm. The wound failed to hinder my approach and I stabbed the droid in the head, where its "brain" was. Safe at last, I noticed a corpse over to the side. Whoever he was, he had obviously not been able to fend off the droids. I took the vibrosword and replaced my torch with it. With a superior weapon, though still lacking armor protection, I went on through a few more rooms, with one or two with more malfunctioning droids. All were taken care of with minimal effort. Since their primary focus was not combat, but mining. Considering their mining program was used to non-moving objects, it was difficult for them to hit a running target that fought back.
Finally I reached a security check desk. I searched the locker and found a few medpacs. Noticing the security desk's ability to play holo-recordings, I loaded up the more recent recordings. I discovered that my arrival had brought distress on the whole station as it turned out that several miners knew about some new bounty on Jedi by the Exchange. Some miners wanted to sell me and make a profit, but the more sensible ones, thank the Force, decided to make sure I would be released after I healed. Pitiful, since I could not thank them for their consideration.
I was about to move into the next room, when suddenly, an image of three mining droids appeared in my head. Suddenly I heard Kriea's voice.
"Danger waits on the other side of this door, exile."
"Kriea, wha-" I said before she cut me off.
"Shh, listen. Can you feel them? Yes, you can. Not the droids themselves, but the energy they emit. You can harness this power for yourself, if you concentrate enough."
"I see. Thanks." I thought.
Noting an ion grenade I had picked up earlier, I held it in my head and readied it to be thrown. With all due speed, I opened the door and threw the grenade in the center of the droids. In two seconds, the grenade erupted in its electrical scrambling fit. The droids had mostly likely just perceived me.
Continuing on, I found a small box that contained a stealth belt. I found that this might be useful in the future and equipped it. I finally found a large room that controlled the droids. Using the stealth belt I had acquired, I slipped by the remaining droids undetected and shut off their mining program from the main console. I then headed towards the back of the chamber to investigate another door that I had unlocked from the console. Suddenly, Kriea spoke telepathically to me again, showing me a vision of a relatively young man in his early twenties inside an electric holding cell.
"Be wary of this one. I sense much clouded in him. But do not fear, he will bring you no harm."
"That's awfully cryptic, old woman. 'Be careful, but don't worry about it'?" I thought rather annoyed.
There was no response. I assumed she either couldn't hear me or was ignoring my smart-mouth.
I shrugged off her words and opened the door.
Chapter two will be up ASAP. Please be gentle in the reviews.