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Duel in the Warehouse

Rost Fenrir stepped out of his hiding place and into the blaster-scorched hallway. Stepping gingerly over the bodies of his fallen comrades, he reached the steps and began his ascent after the fleeing Jedi. However, when he was halfway up the gently curving corridor, he almost ran right into a sealed blast door.

Pausing for a moment, the Stormtrooper caught his breath then contemplated the large metal obstruction. Looking around the nearby walls for a lock, Rost realized the gravity of his situation. The door ahead—and the one behind for that matter—was locked from a security station nearby. He was stuck.

"Help… me…" came a weak plea.

Rost turned and hurried down the steps to the bodies. He noticed that Commander Theron was moving ever so slightly. "What?" he asked dumbly.

"I said HELP ME, you fool!" the officer suddenly shouted, startling Rost.

After helping up his commander and finding his FC1 nearby, Rost broke the bad news to Theron: "We're locked in this corridor. The Jedi must have sealed the one upstairs from the other side."

"Oh, that's not too bad. All we have to do is find the nearest security station and input the correct code. Come on," Theron said, walking for the steps.

"Sir, are you sure you're all right?" asked Rost.

"Of course not!" he suddenly shouted, taking his hand away from his plastoid chest protector, which bore a moderate blast point. "But if we can find some bacta in one of these rooms, I'll be all set to fight. So, LET'S GET GOING!" he bellowed, heading briskly upstairs.

Eventually, they located a small antechamber with a few gun racks. Sure enough, a Blastech T-21 light repeating blaster was missing. "Here it is!" Rost called, pointing to a blue panel with his blaster rifle. Theron hurried over and pressed it. The blast door outside slid open.

Rost was about to leave when the Commander ordered him to stay put. "Let's have a look at what our Jedi is up to…" he said, switching on a holorecorder display. On the screen, the man who attacked them earlier was running through a wide corridor up ahead. Two Stormtroopers tried to stop him, one with a blaster carbine and the other by firing a rocket from his missile tube. The Jedi held out his left hand, and the projectile turned in midair, sailed into the wall behind the Imperials, and exploded. The two soldiers flew into the ceiling and lay still as their killer continued through a door.

Commander Theron switched the camera to the one in the warehouse. There was a narrow black walkway suspended over the dimly lit chamber. "What's that?" Rost said, pointing to another man across from the Jedi.

* * *

Kyle Katarn walked carefully onto the metal walkway. "Congratulations, Jedi," said the scarlet-clad man chillingly.

Katarn activated his lightsaber. "Out of my way, Imperial scum! I've got a job to do, and if you don't mind—"

The Reborn ignited his own lightsaber. A crimson blade extended from the hilt. "Do you fear me?"

"Sith spit!" muttered Katarn. "I thought I got rid of all of you guys!"

"Ha! Missed one, I guess." He motioned for the Jedi to attack.

"You don't know fear."

"The force betrays you! You will DIE!" screeched the inhuman enemy, darting across the path, lightsaber raised to strike Katarn down.

Kyle was too fast for that, though. He deftly knocked the Reborn's blade aside and made an attack of his own, stabbing through the foe's defenses. "Gah!" he sneered, leaping out of the way.

The Reborn suddenly glanced at the supports on the bridge. It was only a brief movement, but Katarn caught the evil cunning in his eyes. He stepped back and waited.

"Do you fear me?" hissed the bizarre creature. He threw back his head and cackled menacingly. "Come at me!"

"Have a nice fall!" laughed Katarn, sweeping his lightsaber in a circle, severing all of the nearby cables, turning the enemy's plan to his advantage. The Reborn covered his face in a pathetic gesture, but he realized in moment the walkway was still hanging by one cable, slating heavily to the left.

"Ha!" he spat, igniting his lightsaber again.

"Ha yourself!" Katarn shouted back, throwing his lightsaber. The force carried it past the foe, severed the wire, and sent the bridge tumbling between two high stacks of boxes. The New Republic agent leapt off to one side and landed soundlessly on the nearest plateau of crates.

To his horror, Kyle saw that the Reborn had done so as well, but on the opposite side of the chasm. The Imperial laughed coldly, sending chills up Katarn's spine. Then, he extended a gauntleted hand and motioned for his opponent to come over and fight him.

The Jedi did not do so. Instead, he retracted his blade and sat in a meditative pose, his eyes closed. Irritated, the Reborn bellowed a frightening war cry and bounded across to the edge of the blue crates. He kicked off and soared over the gap. He was six meters away… five… four… three… two…

Kyle Katarn opened his eyes and lunged up in a split second. He swiped his lightsaber vertically, and the Reborn screamed in pain. He sailed over Katarn, his sword arm cut off and flopping onto the surface of the mound beside his foe. He continued to fly through the air, straight over the rim of the containers and into the abyss. Katarn paused, heard a dull crunch below, and took off again. He jumped over the broken section of walkway to a narrow ledge and opened the door.

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