Well, the melodramatic finding Jordand and all that. I think there will be just one more chapter. I'll see if I can get it posted tomorrow. It's already written but has yet to be typed on my computer.
Chapter 14
Jordan closed her eyes and reached out. What she knew of using the Force was largely due to Kyp-and he hadn't told her much. She tried going from what she knew about the Jedi. She figured that it was her best bet. Either that or they might as well start prepping my funeral now. She thought, meeting Ventress blow for blow with her lightsaber.
It was somehow easier to use the Force with a lightsaber than in the sims or in a dogfight. Mostly cause I don't use it cause Horn's usually around.
She recoiled in pain as Ventress struck her calf with one of her sabers. If this is what she's like as a ghost, I don't want to find out what she was like in real life. She pushed back, forcing one of the lightsabers out of her opponent's hand. Now would be a really good time for Kyp to show up. No matter. One down one to go.
The two combatants didn't speak as they sparred. Jordan was pushed up against a wall, earning her another blow from Ventress's lightsaber. She parried, spinning in a circle, aiming to come down on Ventress, but wasn't quick enough.
Ventress's lightsaber came right down on Jordan's midsection and she doubled over, dropping her lightsaber. Ventress smiled, Jordan watched her deactivate her lightsaber, toss it onto the floor where Jordan lay, gasping for breath, smile and walk away.
Josh! Jordan called frantically through the Force. JOSH!
Lightyears away on Coursaunt, Josh woke up, the image of Jordan, alone and bleeding in his head. Without thinking, he was out of bed, throwing on his flightsuit and gear. He knew what he had to do and he didn't give a stang if he had to risk a court marshal to do it.
Jordan lay on the hard floor of the B'omarr monastery, bleeding heavily. What did they tell us in that First Aid class to do if you need to treat bleeding? Oh, try to stop it. She sat up, wincing at the pain, and dragged herself slowly to where her blanket was. She had almost made it to the bed when she was overcome by a wave of nausea. She slumped, closing her eyes and waited for the world to stop spinning.
Reaching up, she pulled the blanket off her bed and pressed it into the wound. She knew that without proper medical treatment-and soon-that'd be the end for her. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that Dad'll have real fun over that one. His only kid killed by a Dark Jedi while using a lightsaber she built when she had some time to waste. I don't know what he'll do- destroy the saber or go fishing first.
She shifted, trying to get to reach for her whistle in the dark.
She never reached it.
Twelve X-wings and a medical shuttle reverted to real space above the planet of Teth. "All wings report in." Troy ordered.
"Nike One standing by," Leslie said.
"Nike Two standing by." Said Josh, the feeling of uneasiness growing in the pit of his stomach.
Kyp listened as Nike Squadron-all twelve of them reported in. "Morning Star standing by" he said, flicking a switch.
"Okay, Nike One and Nike Two, follow Morning Star down. Kyp, do you know where Jordan is?"
"Yeah," he replied, feeding data to Troy's R2 unit. "At the old monestary where Asijj Ventress kept Jabba the Hutt's kid near the end of the Clone Wars. It should be easy enough to locate her once we're inside."
"Okay, the rest of you, patrol the area. Contact me if you pick up anything on your scopes." Troy ordered, bringing his X-wing around in a slow descent.
Jordan coughed, spitting up blood. The ceiling spun in her vision. She continued putting pressing the blanket on her wound. Her ears picked up a sound. She knew that sound well.
X-wings.
She sat up, wincing. At least she wouldn't be alone.
Josh didn't wait for the canopy to open all the way. He jumped out, running, Leslie and Kyp close behind.
Jordan, not knowing what else to do, hurled her whistle out of the room, hoping somehow it'll do some good.
Kyp reached out, trying to sense Jordan. Without a second thought, he ran.
Jordan lay down, hearing the footsteps. Smiling slightly, she closed her eyes, losing consciousness.
Kyp hurried into the room where he knew Jordan lay. She was unconscious and bleeding. Giving the scene a cursory examination, he noticed the large amount of blood on the blanket. It was a miracle she had survived this long.
And it would take a miracle for her to survive. He lay her on her back, careful of her injuries and began to give rescue breaths. Troy came in, holding the first aid kit.
Kyp knew that they didn't have much time.
"We got to get her to the shuttle." Troy said. "D' you think we can carry her?"
Kyp nodded, coming up for air. "I think so. Wrap her up in the blanket. I'll carry her. You go on ahead and tell Josh and Leslie. Send an SOS to whichever base is closest." Troy nodded, wrapping the bloodstained blanket around Jordan.
Picking Jordan up, Kyp was careful not to move her leg. He moved along the corridor as quickly as he could. Leslie and Josh were waiting at the end of the ramp with a medical capsule. He laid Jordan down and put an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth.
Once they were in the atmosphere, Kyp keyed in coordinates for the closest EDC base. Nike Squadron followed, flying escort. Now all they could do was wait.
Eiattu 4
Riverside Preparatory Academy
It was raining as the shuttle landed. Josh stood by, numb as he watched medical personnel move Jordan into the med center. He was allowed to watch with Troy, Leslie and Kyp as they rushed her into the operating room.
Six months had all come to this. Who had Jordan been fighting? Why?
He pressed his forehead up against the cool glass. If she survived, it would be a miracle. The odds were against her.
The odds are nothing but numbers to me.
He remembered her saying that repeatedly. Each time they had flown a dangerous mission, he'd heard her say it more than once over the com. He snorted ruefully. She'd say it pretty much every time someone thought she was nuts.
If you ain't nuts, then you ain't a pilot.
Yeah, she was nuts sometimes. Stubborn as hell too. It'd become some sort of thing that those people-especially the younger kids-, would say, mimicking her.
He looked up as a 21-B came out of the operating room. "Is she going to be okay?" he asked before any of the others had risen out of their seats.
The droid turned to him. "Despite wounds from a lightsaber, she should be all right. However, she has a long way to go before she can be discharged."
"How long?" Kyp asked and for the first time Josh could see the worry in his eyes. Jordan had been like a kid sister to him ever since he came back from Kessel. Annoying at times, but all siblings were like that. Even Jordan had called him "Kypie" growing up. At first, he'd resented the attention Jordan paid Kyp. But now, even though he'd heard Kyp complain about it from time to time, Josh knew Kyp was afraid of losing her like this.
"About two to three weeks." Josh heard the droid reply before the world went black.
One more chapter. Stick around for the conclusion of "Forbidden Alliances" and see if I decide to post
A- a prequel on how Wes, Hobbie, Biggs, Mirax, Jackie, Jesmin and all them met
or
B-a sequel like I don't know, Jordan joins Rogue Squadron type of thing.