Disclaimer:
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
AN: Thanks for your review, Jacen200015!
Also, stuff in "" is speech, stuff in '' is thoughts. On with the fic!
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CHAPTER SIX
Back in the room, Aro-Ken was finding it increasingly difficult to fight in such an enclosed space. He couldn't move around his opponent without getting pinned to a wall while in the small hallway, and he couldn't jump very far with such a low ceiling.
He was limited to short parries, and couldn't get much power behind a slash when he tried one. It seemed his opponent, whoever she was, was trying to get him pinned against the door behind him.
Aro-Ken kept fighting, trying to force her back. He blocked, lunged, and ducked with amazing speed for a boy of his age. As the duel continued, he found he wasn't tiring. Rather, the battle seemed to be energizing him more. He did not aim to defend himself, instead to vanquish his foe.
Aro-Ken decided to take a chance. He knew he'd be defeated if he continued to fight in such a restricted area. While the woman drew back for a lunge, the boy quickly released his lightsaber with one hand and jammed it on the door controls, making the door open. As she charged at him, Aro-Ken quickly moved aside, pressing himself against the wall. The woman ended up running into the hotel's hallway, and Aro-Ken followed.
Their fight instantly resumed, but now it was faster than it had been in the confined little hallway in the hotel room. Some doors opened as curious guests came to see what the commotion was, and were almost instantly closed again when they saw the furious duel progressing before them.
Aro-Ken couldn't tell why he was fighting so aggressively, nor could he seem to stop himself. He was using more force than necessary, swinging harder than he needed to and putting more than enough power into his attacks.
Often when he used his lightsaber the Force guided his actions, but he could still control them. It seemed as though something had taken over his body as he fought.
All of the sudden, as he was in the middle of a slash at his opponent's legs, Aro-Ken sensed movement to the side. His head snapped towards it, and he saw a man, also clothed in black, standing in the doorway of his and Del- Mon's room. The instant he looked at the man, he fired the blaster he was carrying.
Quickly Aro-Ken jumped back to avoid not only the shot, but also a thrust from the woman.
He heard her curse under her breath when she spotted the other man. Why was that? It looked like they were in the same group that was trying to kill him, so why would she be less-than-thrilled to see the other man?
Aro-Ken quickly pushed the thoughts from his mind. He turned back to the woman, but she wasn't there anymore. She was running down the hallway away from him.
"Hey, where are you going?" the man with the blaster called, but she did not reply.
To the side there was suddenly another shot, jolting Aro-Ken out of his thoughts. He was instantly facing it, and saw two more people clothed in black and armed with two blasters each. The boy quickly deflected the shot at one of them, but they managed to move in time.
"Sith," Aro-Ken muttered as another shot rang out. This definitely would not end well.
* * *
Del-Mon and his nameless opponent forced each other back and forth along the balcony, the green and yellow blades clashing constantly. Their moves were perfectly sequenced; both lightsabers acting like extensions of their owners. Every move seemed to put them in a stalemate.
The Jedi could tell his opponent was just as skilled as he was with her lightsaber. She'd obviously been trained at some point in her life. One would have to be to have such perfect control.
More shots were heard from inside, and Del-Mon could tell they were coming from more than one blaster.
"Why do you want to kill my apprentice?" Del-Mon asked.
"He is evil!" was his opponent's blunt reply as she slashed as his chest.
Del-Mon blocked the attack and swept the other's weapon to one side.
"Why is he evil?" he asked.
"If you do not know by now, I will not tell you," replied the woman.
Their lightsabers clashed once more, resulting in a standoff as his opponent tried to overpower Del-Mon, who firmly held his ground.
Suddenly, in an abrupt movement, Del-Mon spun his lightsaber around while still pressing it against the woman's. Using the section of his weapon that was near the tip, he hit her weapon strongly, knocking it from her grasp. With the Force he instantly summoned it to his hand.
Armed with both lightsabers, Del-Mon turned to his opponent. "Now tell me. What is happening to my apprentice?" he demanded.
The woman glared at him menacingly but said nothing. She suddenly shot out one hand, shooting a small vibroblade from a hidden slit within her shirtsleeve. Del-Mon quickly ducked, taking his eyes off his opponent for a brief instant. When he recovered to a standing position, she was gone.
Del-Mon ran to the edge of the balcony and peered over it, but saw no trace of black through the light rain.
Cursing under his breath, the Jedi then turned back to the hotel room, bolting inside swiftly.
"Aro-Ken!" he called. "Aro-Ken, I'm coming!"
From the hallway he could hear the blasters still firing, and the electric thrum of a lightsaber.
Del-Mon burst through the door and into the hallway just as a shout rang out. His head snapped towards the sound, and he instantly shouted, "No!"
He saw Aro-Ken standing in front of one of his enemies with his crimson lightsaber blade halfway into his abdomen.
* * *
Aro-Ken's eyes went wide. He was rooted to the spot in shock. His mind was still processing what had just happened.
He'd just killed a man.
'Yes, very good,' said a voice in the back of his head.
'No, this is horrible!' cried another. 'It is not the Jedi way!'
'He was trying to kill you, it's perfectly fine,' said the other, calmer voice.
'Fine? No it's not, you've just killed him!'
Aro-Ken's mind was whirling as he yanked his lightsaber free and deactivated it. His brain faintly registered the sound of the other two people running off down the hallway as the dead man slumped to the ground.
'Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods,' the thought when he suddenly saw his master looking at him with a completely unreadable look on his face.
"Get your shirt on, Aro-Ken," he said in a calm sounding voice.
Aro-Ken couldn't move as he stared at his master.
"Get your shirt on. We're leaving now," Del-Mon said, his voice expressionless.
Quickly Aro-Ken went inside the room and retrieved his shirt, belt, and boots. They silently went to the Theed docking bays, and were in space a few minutes later.
*****
Well, what did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, whatever!
And, once again, I apologize for the messed up chapter thing!
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
AN: Thanks for your review, Jacen200015!
Also, stuff in "" is speech, stuff in '' is thoughts. On with the fic!
*****
CHAPTER SIX
Back in the room, Aro-Ken was finding it increasingly difficult to fight in such an enclosed space. He couldn't move around his opponent without getting pinned to a wall while in the small hallway, and he couldn't jump very far with such a low ceiling.
He was limited to short parries, and couldn't get much power behind a slash when he tried one. It seemed his opponent, whoever she was, was trying to get him pinned against the door behind him.
Aro-Ken kept fighting, trying to force her back. He blocked, lunged, and ducked with amazing speed for a boy of his age. As the duel continued, he found he wasn't tiring. Rather, the battle seemed to be energizing him more. He did not aim to defend himself, instead to vanquish his foe.
Aro-Ken decided to take a chance. He knew he'd be defeated if he continued to fight in such a restricted area. While the woman drew back for a lunge, the boy quickly released his lightsaber with one hand and jammed it on the door controls, making the door open. As she charged at him, Aro-Ken quickly moved aside, pressing himself against the wall. The woman ended up running into the hotel's hallway, and Aro-Ken followed.
Their fight instantly resumed, but now it was faster than it had been in the confined little hallway in the hotel room. Some doors opened as curious guests came to see what the commotion was, and were almost instantly closed again when they saw the furious duel progressing before them.
Aro-Ken couldn't tell why he was fighting so aggressively, nor could he seem to stop himself. He was using more force than necessary, swinging harder than he needed to and putting more than enough power into his attacks.
Often when he used his lightsaber the Force guided his actions, but he could still control them. It seemed as though something had taken over his body as he fought.
All of the sudden, as he was in the middle of a slash at his opponent's legs, Aro-Ken sensed movement to the side. His head snapped towards it, and he saw a man, also clothed in black, standing in the doorway of his and Del- Mon's room. The instant he looked at the man, he fired the blaster he was carrying.
Quickly Aro-Ken jumped back to avoid not only the shot, but also a thrust from the woman.
He heard her curse under her breath when she spotted the other man. Why was that? It looked like they were in the same group that was trying to kill him, so why would she be less-than-thrilled to see the other man?
Aro-Ken quickly pushed the thoughts from his mind. He turned back to the woman, but she wasn't there anymore. She was running down the hallway away from him.
"Hey, where are you going?" the man with the blaster called, but she did not reply.
To the side there was suddenly another shot, jolting Aro-Ken out of his thoughts. He was instantly facing it, and saw two more people clothed in black and armed with two blasters each. The boy quickly deflected the shot at one of them, but they managed to move in time.
"Sith," Aro-Ken muttered as another shot rang out. This definitely would not end well.
* * *
Del-Mon and his nameless opponent forced each other back and forth along the balcony, the green and yellow blades clashing constantly. Their moves were perfectly sequenced; both lightsabers acting like extensions of their owners. Every move seemed to put them in a stalemate.
The Jedi could tell his opponent was just as skilled as he was with her lightsaber. She'd obviously been trained at some point in her life. One would have to be to have such perfect control.
More shots were heard from inside, and Del-Mon could tell they were coming from more than one blaster.
"Why do you want to kill my apprentice?" Del-Mon asked.
"He is evil!" was his opponent's blunt reply as she slashed as his chest.
Del-Mon blocked the attack and swept the other's weapon to one side.
"Why is he evil?" he asked.
"If you do not know by now, I will not tell you," replied the woman.
Their lightsabers clashed once more, resulting in a standoff as his opponent tried to overpower Del-Mon, who firmly held his ground.
Suddenly, in an abrupt movement, Del-Mon spun his lightsaber around while still pressing it against the woman's. Using the section of his weapon that was near the tip, he hit her weapon strongly, knocking it from her grasp. With the Force he instantly summoned it to his hand.
Armed with both lightsabers, Del-Mon turned to his opponent. "Now tell me. What is happening to my apprentice?" he demanded.
The woman glared at him menacingly but said nothing. She suddenly shot out one hand, shooting a small vibroblade from a hidden slit within her shirtsleeve. Del-Mon quickly ducked, taking his eyes off his opponent for a brief instant. When he recovered to a standing position, she was gone.
Del-Mon ran to the edge of the balcony and peered over it, but saw no trace of black through the light rain.
Cursing under his breath, the Jedi then turned back to the hotel room, bolting inside swiftly.
"Aro-Ken!" he called. "Aro-Ken, I'm coming!"
From the hallway he could hear the blasters still firing, and the electric thrum of a lightsaber.
Del-Mon burst through the door and into the hallway just as a shout rang out. His head snapped towards the sound, and he instantly shouted, "No!"
He saw Aro-Ken standing in front of one of his enemies with his crimson lightsaber blade halfway into his abdomen.
* * *
Aro-Ken's eyes went wide. He was rooted to the spot in shock. His mind was still processing what had just happened.
He'd just killed a man.
'Yes, very good,' said a voice in the back of his head.
'No, this is horrible!' cried another. 'It is not the Jedi way!'
'He was trying to kill you, it's perfectly fine,' said the other, calmer voice.
'Fine? No it's not, you've just killed him!'
Aro-Ken's mind was whirling as he yanked his lightsaber free and deactivated it. His brain faintly registered the sound of the other two people running off down the hallway as the dead man slumped to the ground.
'Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods,' the thought when he suddenly saw his master looking at him with a completely unreadable look on his face.
"Get your shirt on, Aro-Ken," he said in a calm sounding voice.
Aro-Ken couldn't move as he stared at his master.
"Get your shirt on. We're leaving now," Del-Mon said, his voice expressionless.
Quickly Aro-Ken went inside the room and retrieved his shirt, belt, and boots. They silently went to the Theed docking bays, and were in space a few minutes later.
*****
Well, what did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, whatever!
And, once again, I apologize for the messed up chapter thing!