~Briki's POV~
I had no idea how long I had been sitting in that cold, dark room, but time didn't matter. As long as I was here, nothing mattered, except for fighting off the urge to call on the Dark Side, like they asked. They... Not Vestara or Kandra, but the voices. The ones in my head. They would not tell me who they were, no matter how many times I asked. All they would tell me was that calling on the Dark Side was the right thing to do. It was the only way to save Sayaar and Jacmi and Leni... and even Master Skywalker. Maybe I should... I don't want anything to happen to my friends... No. No way will I ever call on the Dark Side. Ever. But... The war inside my head, between light and dark, was never ending.
A moment later, or perhaps an hour or a day later, someone shined a light into the dark room. I opened my eyes slowly, and at first, was blinded by the light. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a figure standing in the doorway and heard Sith-Kandra's voice, "Come."
I rose slowly and crept towards the doorway. What did they want with me? Why were they finally taking me out of that dreary cell? What was happening? Shortly after leaving the cell, we reached the cockpit. Kandra shoved me into a seat. "Kandra, that's no way to treat our guest," Vestara turned to me, "Please forgive her."
I rolled my eyes at the suggestion and she continued. "Surely you're wondering why we've finally brought you out of your cell. It's so that you can see this."
As she finished speaking, a ship emerged from hyperspace directly in front of the Sith Vessel. Vestara opened a comm channel between the freighter and her own ship. "State your name and business, or we'll open fire."
For a long moment, there was nothing but static. A male voice crackled from the speakers, "Timothy Bencen. My navicomputer is broken... I was supposed to go to Corellia."
"Are you sure?" I could hear the malice in Vestara's voice as she spoke.
"Yes, ma'am. Very sure."
"I don't believe you," she cut the channel, "Kandra, open fire."
"No!" I shouted, but it was too late. Shots had been fired and, by the way the freighter looked, it would never last against the upgraded weapons of this ship.
To everyone's surprise, the shots were blocked by the ship's shield. "Wh- How? That can't happen! These laser cannons are strong enough to take out a ship like that in no more than two shots!"
I almost laughed, "It's got upgraded shields!"
A moment later, red bolts flashed from the freighter's cannons. The first round of shots was absorbed by the shields, but the majority of the second was able to break through. I felt the ship rock as the bolts struck. I heard Vestara yell something (that was probably cursing Sayaar and Tim) in a language that I did not recognize.
I took a deep breath and looked in Vestara's direction. "Let them board us. It's the only way to end this that doesn't require everyone dying."
To my surprise, Vestara agreed to allow Sayaar and Tim to board our ship. Within moments, they were standing on the other side of the cockpit doors. Vestara palmed the pad to open the doors.
I found myself between the Jedi and the Sith. Everyone stood, frozen in place, as if they had no intent to harm one another, until Kandra, crimson blade in hand, leapt at me.
A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry about breaking that up into two parts... I had typed it up on two different computers and was too lazy to put them together in one chapter. Also, I am not going to update this story until I have at least three comments or messages. Sorry if that seems rediculous to you. I know I've never done it before, but I'd like to know 1. that people are coming back when I update and 2. what you guys want to happen. Please comment!
Thanks! :)
Kurlee
