Well, I think this is the second to last chapter for this fic...sequel will be soon, I promise=) I'm going to get so many flames about this chapter...hehehe....I've been waiting forever to do this! This chapter was like one of this first that was mapped out in my mind...sadistic? Yes...Enjoy!
I just wanted to thank everyone that has R/R (especially those who reviewed) you guyz have been so great during this thing! You have no idea how much the made me feel all happy and um, stuff lol. I luv you all!!!
Thanx: ~Becky~, Little Dove, Freakizimi, Luthien Tinuviel, chaz, Ginger Ninja, Ivy, Freakizimi (again=), skittles, Max425
*****
The clan of metal upon metal resounded through the sparse chambers of the spacecraft as Mace docked it with another as smoothly as his limited talents allowed.
"No, they didn't hear that," sarcasm dripping from Qui-Gon's voice as he quickly checked the air pressure gauge to assure himself that they were indeed linked with the other vessel.
"Well, as you were otherwise occupied, it was either my attempt at positioning her or none at all," Mace said as he rose from the his seat at the control panel and followed the other Jedi down the narrow hallway towards the ship's entrance hatch.
Quickening his stride, Mace was soon next to Qui-Gon, matching his gait step-by-step, "That's what happens when you let someone else do something you should because you're too preoccupied with staring at data...It wasn't going to go away, you know."
Qui-Gon cast a sharp sidelong glance, but said nothing.
"However, I am not *that* inept at piloting. I don't think they're aware that we're here," Mace stated as he palmed open the hatch, revealing five pirates clad in black tunics and pants, utility belts clipped around their wastes, holsters empty as their occupants were all firmly gripped in a hand of each respective marauder.
Before the hatch had even finished unveiling the pirates, each Jedi had ignited his lightsaber and was poised, ready to defend themselves.
"They seem acutely aware of our presence, wouldn't you say?" Qui-Gon growled as he began deflecting the bombardment of blaster fire.
Slowly, the Jedi pressed their way through the entrance into a brightly lit corridor. With each step forward, the pirates appeared to take two steps back. Quickly making use of their advantage, the two began to take down their opponents with their own blaster shots.
One down.
The remaining pirates turned left at a crossroad, backing their way down a more dimly lit hallway.
Two down.
Again, the group backs their way down a different path, leading the Jedi farther into the labyrinth of passageways housed in the ship.
Three down.
There is no fear radiating off the remaining two, but rather acceptance.
Four down.
Caught in the moment of battle, Qui-Gon hastily follows the remaining man into a near absolutely dark room, the only illumination being his lightsaber and the rapid fire of the single blaster.
Mace hesitated in the doorway as he took a moment to survey the room which they had forced the lone pirate to retreat to...the room which they had been baited into entering...
Five down.
Reaching out to the Force, Mace found there to be a waver in it-a waring...
"Qui," Mace took a step towards his friend and, as he moved from the entrance, the door quickly slid shut, sealing them both inside.
The closing of the door brought Qui-Gon out of his post-battle haze and threw him entirely back into reality.
"Damn it," he muttered and in three long strides was next to Mace, both men searching the wall for a key pad to open the door, using their 'sabers as a light source.
When none was found, Mace stepped over to the now blocked doorway and pressed the purple blade of his lightsaber against the offending metal, letting the sword crack and spark angrily against it for a few moments. Pulling back, Mace stared in amazement at the area where his 'saber had contacted with the metal.
His reaction was warranted for, save an extremely light heat imprint, the door looked as if had never been touched.
Qui-Gon had watched his comrade's failed attempt to burn through and tried it for himself only to meet with the same result.
Qui-Gon's slightly more frantic second attempt was interrupted by the sudden illumination of the room and the previously unfelt presence of another.
Both Jedi hastily turned to the center of the room, each cursing himself for his lack of focus before giving his full attention to the man standing before them.
The man strode slowly towards them, heals clicking on the metal floor, black cape billowing behind him. He stopped a few feet in front of them, sizing them up.
As the man made no hostile motions, the two Jedi lowered their lightsabers from the high ready position they had been in since the lights were turned on, but neither deactivated it.
The man, with pupil-less eyes, smiled almost amicably as he casually introduced himself, "Greetings, I am Demar."
*****
Obi-Wan's body was limp, held up only by the chains suspending his arms. The restraints which had once cause him so much pain were now a barley discernable addition to the collective agony he was suffering.
Though the "healing" process had long since ended, Obi-Wan still felt, with great intensity, the residual pain of the cauterizing. His back seemed as if it had been drenched in fuel, then lit aflame and left to burn for hours on end.
It wasn't far from the truth.
Obi-Wan whimpered as a small wave a pain flowed through him. He had long since given up repressing his body's vocal protestations to the torture. The energy needed to maintain the stoic mask far exceeded his severely depleted reserves. He was willing to allow his captors the satisfaction of hearing him scream as long as he didn't tell them what they wanted to know. He would die before they succeeded in breaking him.
All throughout the torture Demar had questioned him. The pirate had tried everything possible to get the information he sought, but to no avail. Obi-Wan had never been one to give in easily...Demar was just beginning to realize this.
The padawan had no clue how long it had been since Demar had last been in the chamber. Obi-Wan had been alone for some time now, ever since Demar had become so annoyed with the boy's verbal silence that he had took the bowl of glowing embers from the guard who was finishing the cauterization on one of Obi-Wan's arms and threw them on the youth's still hot back. The howl that reverberated in the small room seemed to do little to appease the pirate as he viciously slapped Obi-Wan across his face-perhaps the only uninjured part of his body-barked an order at the guard to follow and stormed out of the chamber, screaming promises of still more horrible agony to come.
He wasn't alone for much longer. Though he knew that the door had just opened, Obi-Wan had no desire to pick his head up from its position slumped against his suspended arm. He didn't flinch as he felt the prick of a needle and the cool sensation of the injection that followed. He just didn't care.
The one who had injected him left immediately and Obi-Wan was alone with his pain again, only this time with the addition of the feel of ice pulsing through his veins. The cold spread quickly, leaving the boy shaking, his vision hazy and mind unable to focus.
The sound of the door opening again alerted the apprentice to the entrance of Demar. The boy did not need the Force to know when that man entered...the unstable energy which accompanied him was so thick that one would have to be dead not to feel it. And Obi-Wan was not dead...yet.
Demar studied the prisoner who had yet to acknowledge his presence. The torture had done a marvelous number on his body, yet the padawan refused to betray his Jedi code, refused to save himself. Stupid child.
Demar turned back to the entrance, looking to one of the guards who stood outside the chamber, waiting and nodded in reference to the boy, "Has he received the injection?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Excellent. Bring it in."
Two guards dragged something into the chamber, dropping it onto the hard floor as soon as they was entirely inside. The thing moved slightly, squirming for a moment before it stilled...it was a man.
Soon a soft hum echoed off the walls and a small bit of light was cast, giving the few people and items in the room a surreal glow.
Demar walked over to Obi-Wan and pulled his chin up, knowing the boy was still conscious. He roughly turned it towards the rumpled form on the floor as on of the guards stood above the man, a blue bladed lightsaber clutched in his hands, raised high above his head.
Demar leaned down, mouth next to Obi-Wan's ear, and whispered, "We found this attached to you when we brought you in...thought you'd like to see it, know that it wasn't destroyed."
The other guard bent down, grabbed a handful of the man's hair and yanked the still form's head off the cold floor. Obi-Wan barely stifled an anguished cry.
Demar was at his ear again, speaking so that only the padawan could hear him, "See what happens when you don't abide by your elders?"
With a scream that sounded more animal than human, Obi-Wan witnessed his master cut down by his own weapon.
Dun dun dun...hehehehe...I like being evil...perhaps I am Darth Maul in disguise...As always, be good lil Jedi and review (even though I'm not one=) Because if you don't, I might just have to leave you there...lol=)
I just wanted to thank everyone that has R/R (especially those who reviewed) you guyz have been so great during this thing! You have no idea how much the made me feel all happy and um, stuff lol. I luv you all!!!
Thanx: ~Becky~, Little Dove, Freakizimi, Luthien Tinuviel, chaz, Ginger Ninja, Ivy, Freakizimi (again=), skittles, Max425
*****
The clan of metal upon metal resounded through the sparse chambers of the spacecraft as Mace docked it with another as smoothly as his limited talents allowed.
"No, they didn't hear that," sarcasm dripping from Qui-Gon's voice as he quickly checked the air pressure gauge to assure himself that they were indeed linked with the other vessel.
"Well, as you were otherwise occupied, it was either my attempt at positioning her or none at all," Mace said as he rose from the his seat at the control panel and followed the other Jedi down the narrow hallway towards the ship's entrance hatch.
Quickening his stride, Mace was soon next to Qui-Gon, matching his gait step-by-step, "That's what happens when you let someone else do something you should because you're too preoccupied with staring at data...It wasn't going to go away, you know."
Qui-Gon cast a sharp sidelong glance, but said nothing.
"However, I am not *that* inept at piloting. I don't think they're aware that we're here," Mace stated as he palmed open the hatch, revealing five pirates clad in black tunics and pants, utility belts clipped around their wastes, holsters empty as their occupants were all firmly gripped in a hand of each respective marauder.
Before the hatch had even finished unveiling the pirates, each Jedi had ignited his lightsaber and was poised, ready to defend themselves.
"They seem acutely aware of our presence, wouldn't you say?" Qui-Gon growled as he began deflecting the bombardment of blaster fire.
Slowly, the Jedi pressed their way through the entrance into a brightly lit corridor. With each step forward, the pirates appeared to take two steps back. Quickly making use of their advantage, the two began to take down their opponents with their own blaster shots.
One down.
The remaining pirates turned left at a crossroad, backing their way down a more dimly lit hallway.
Two down.
Again, the group backs their way down a different path, leading the Jedi farther into the labyrinth of passageways housed in the ship.
Three down.
There is no fear radiating off the remaining two, but rather acceptance.
Four down.
Caught in the moment of battle, Qui-Gon hastily follows the remaining man into a near absolutely dark room, the only illumination being his lightsaber and the rapid fire of the single blaster.
Mace hesitated in the doorway as he took a moment to survey the room which they had forced the lone pirate to retreat to...the room which they had been baited into entering...
Five down.
Reaching out to the Force, Mace found there to be a waver in it-a waring...
"Qui," Mace took a step towards his friend and, as he moved from the entrance, the door quickly slid shut, sealing them both inside.
The closing of the door brought Qui-Gon out of his post-battle haze and threw him entirely back into reality.
"Damn it," he muttered and in three long strides was next to Mace, both men searching the wall for a key pad to open the door, using their 'sabers as a light source.
When none was found, Mace stepped over to the now blocked doorway and pressed the purple blade of his lightsaber against the offending metal, letting the sword crack and spark angrily against it for a few moments. Pulling back, Mace stared in amazement at the area where his 'saber had contacted with the metal.
His reaction was warranted for, save an extremely light heat imprint, the door looked as if had never been touched.
Qui-Gon had watched his comrade's failed attempt to burn through and tried it for himself only to meet with the same result.
Qui-Gon's slightly more frantic second attempt was interrupted by the sudden illumination of the room and the previously unfelt presence of another.
Both Jedi hastily turned to the center of the room, each cursing himself for his lack of focus before giving his full attention to the man standing before them.
The man strode slowly towards them, heals clicking on the metal floor, black cape billowing behind him. He stopped a few feet in front of them, sizing them up.
As the man made no hostile motions, the two Jedi lowered their lightsabers from the high ready position they had been in since the lights were turned on, but neither deactivated it.
The man, with pupil-less eyes, smiled almost amicably as he casually introduced himself, "Greetings, I am Demar."
*****
Obi-Wan's body was limp, held up only by the chains suspending his arms. The restraints which had once cause him so much pain were now a barley discernable addition to the collective agony he was suffering.
Though the "healing" process had long since ended, Obi-Wan still felt, with great intensity, the residual pain of the cauterizing. His back seemed as if it had been drenched in fuel, then lit aflame and left to burn for hours on end.
It wasn't far from the truth.
Obi-Wan whimpered as a small wave a pain flowed through him. He had long since given up repressing his body's vocal protestations to the torture. The energy needed to maintain the stoic mask far exceeded his severely depleted reserves. He was willing to allow his captors the satisfaction of hearing him scream as long as he didn't tell them what they wanted to know. He would die before they succeeded in breaking him.
All throughout the torture Demar had questioned him. The pirate had tried everything possible to get the information he sought, but to no avail. Obi-Wan had never been one to give in easily...Demar was just beginning to realize this.
The padawan had no clue how long it had been since Demar had last been in the chamber. Obi-Wan had been alone for some time now, ever since Demar had become so annoyed with the boy's verbal silence that he had took the bowl of glowing embers from the guard who was finishing the cauterization on one of Obi-Wan's arms and threw them on the youth's still hot back. The howl that reverberated in the small room seemed to do little to appease the pirate as he viciously slapped Obi-Wan across his face-perhaps the only uninjured part of his body-barked an order at the guard to follow and stormed out of the chamber, screaming promises of still more horrible agony to come.
He wasn't alone for much longer. Though he knew that the door had just opened, Obi-Wan had no desire to pick his head up from its position slumped against his suspended arm. He didn't flinch as he felt the prick of a needle and the cool sensation of the injection that followed. He just didn't care.
The one who had injected him left immediately and Obi-Wan was alone with his pain again, only this time with the addition of the feel of ice pulsing through his veins. The cold spread quickly, leaving the boy shaking, his vision hazy and mind unable to focus.
The sound of the door opening again alerted the apprentice to the entrance of Demar. The boy did not need the Force to know when that man entered...the unstable energy which accompanied him was so thick that one would have to be dead not to feel it. And Obi-Wan was not dead...yet.
Demar studied the prisoner who had yet to acknowledge his presence. The torture had done a marvelous number on his body, yet the padawan refused to betray his Jedi code, refused to save himself. Stupid child.
Demar turned back to the entrance, looking to one of the guards who stood outside the chamber, waiting and nodded in reference to the boy, "Has he received the injection?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Excellent. Bring it in."
Two guards dragged something into the chamber, dropping it onto the hard floor as soon as they was entirely inside. The thing moved slightly, squirming for a moment before it stilled...it was a man.
Soon a soft hum echoed off the walls and a small bit of light was cast, giving the few people and items in the room a surreal glow.
Demar walked over to Obi-Wan and pulled his chin up, knowing the boy was still conscious. He roughly turned it towards the rumpled form on the floor as on of the guards stood above the man, a blue bladed lightsaber clutched in his hands, raised high above his head.
Demar leaned down, mouth next to Obi-Wan's ear, and whispered, "We found this attached to you when we brought you in...thought you'd like to see it, know that it wasn't destroyed."
The other guard bent down, grabbed a handful of the man's hair and yanked the still form's head off the cold floor. Obi-Wan barely stifled an anguished cry.
Demar was at his ear again, speaking so that only the padawan could hear him, "See what happens when you don't abide by your elders?"
With a scream that sounded more animal than human, Obi-Wan witnessed his master cut down by his own weapon.
Dun dun dun...hehehehe...I like being evil...perhaps I am Darth Maul in disguise...As always, be good lil Jedi and review (even though I'm not one=) Because if you don't, I might just have to leave you there...lol=)