Disclaimer:
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Me no own so you no sue.
(I did not write this disclaimer myself, I read it on a Zelda fic but it summarizes everything. Whoever made up this disclaimer, please don't sue me!)
AN: Love your reviews, Jacen200015 and Teekoness!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Del-Mon quickly ducked, and felt the heat of the Shadowraith's lightsaber blade as it passed over his head with just an inch between it and his hair.
He had lost track of the time they had been fighting, but was sure it had to have been at least twenty minutes by now. The entire duel had been a dizzying combination of jumps, flips, slashes, parries, thrusts, ducks, and dazzling attacks. It had gone by in a flash, and would indefinitely continue until the death.
Instantly Del-Mon returned to attack stance and feigned an attack at the Shadowraith's legs. The very second it moved to block, Del-Mon brought his weapon up towards its neck, swinging as hard as he could.
The Shadowraith just managed to lean backwards, and the tip of the Jedi's lightsaber missed it by centimeters.
As they fought, driving each other back and forth along the catwalk, Del- Mon constantly found himself one step too close to the edge. The two opponents repeatedly tried to force each other back too far, but it never did succeed. In such an environment the slightest misstep could send one plunging into a turbine shaft to immanent doom.
He would have been felt much better fighting for his life in a safer location, one that was not so narrow and elevated, but Del-Mon was in no position to be choosy at the moment.
He made a quick mental note to himself to tell the Masters they needed wider catwalks in the generator room if he got out of this alive.
Bringing himself back to reality, Del-Mon quickly moved his arms and blocked an attack on his side. The Shadowraith was getting much angrier; Del-Mon could sense the coldness around him growing.
It came at him rapidly now, swinging madly. The Jedi's lightsaber was everywhere at once. It had to be in order to block the attacks that came at him again and again with just about no time between each one.
Left, up, left, right, down, up, up, right, left, right, up, down, his lightsaber flashed about, just a large emerald green blur that seemed to encircle him like a radiant shield.
Del-Mon held up his lightsaber to block a slash as he ducked a kick. He shoved his opponent's weapon away from him and rose. Before the Shadowraith had a chance to attack once more Del-Mon shot out a hand, pushing with the Force.
His shove hit the Shadowraith in the chest, knocking it backwards just a few steps and over the edge of the catwalk.
Hopefully, Del-Mon glanced down to see if his opponent would make it into a turbine shaft, but saw that it would only land on a catwalk twenty yards below.
The Jedi used the opportunity to quickly take a few deep breaths before jumping off the catwalk himself, landing next to the fallen Shadowraith in a crouched position.
As his opponent lashed out with its foot, Del-Mon quickly stood up straight and pivoted on one foot, spinning out of the way and avoiding the blow.
The Shadowraith was on its feet in no time, hacking away at Del-Mon. The only difference between now and up on the other catwalk was that this time Del-Mon found the time to retaliate between attacks.
Again they went back and forth. Each time Del-Mon would find himself too close to the edge of the catwalk he'd spring aside or flip over the Shadowraith.
Suddenly, two feelings around him grew. The coldness intensified, as did the feeling of Aro-Ken's presence. As he ducked another attack, Del-Mon quickly jumped backwards, which gave him enough time to briefly look the room over. He spotted Aro-Ken atop a large water heater, where he was undoubtedly scanning the room for Del-Mon.
The Jedi was about to send a message through the Force to him, hoping their connection was good enough for him to hear it, when Aro-Ken beat him to it. "Del-Mon, I'm here. Are you all right?"
Del-Mon sighed in relief as he ducked another swing from the Shadowraith and threw in a slash of his own. "I need your help here, Aro-Ken. We must defeat the Shadowraiths," he mentally said. "Where is Ada-Rin?"
As Aro-Ken answered, he turned around to look for a way down. "She's fine, she should be-"
Aro-Ken stopped speaking abruptly. Del-Mon glanced in his direction, and saw that another Shadowraith had appeared from nowhere as the boy turned around, and instantly they began to fight.
The Jedi chanced a glance over the edge of a catwalk, and discovered that he would have to move downwards quite a distance if he hoped to get to a door and move into another room.
Suddenly the Shadowraith lunged and Del-Mon stepped back, easily avoiding the attack.
But, unexpectedly, his opponent then pushed off out of the lunge position and dove at him. Frantically Del-Mon spun to the side, and found himself a few centimeters from the edge.
He was about to jump back to the middle of the catwalk, but the Shadowraith had other plans. It shot out a hand before Del-Mon had a chance to move, and he was lightly pushed with the Force.
Stepping backwards, his foot hit the very edge. He lost his balance and fell, dropping his lightsaber as he did. Miraculously it landed another catwalk below him before he toppled over. His weapon switched off as the activation button hit the ground.
The instant Del-Mon found himself in the air and falling, his instinctively flipped so his feet were below him. By some random chance his hands grasped the edge of another catwalk, the same one that his lightsaber was now resting on.
He reached for it as he began to pull himself up, but the Shadowraith suddenly landed on the catwalk, one hand slamming into his arm and making him recoil it.
Before Del-Mon could do anything more, the Shadowraith had lifted its foot once more and kicked his lightsaber off the catwalk.
Del-Mon didn't turn to watch it, but heard it land on another catwalk.
Now he was completely helpless, dangling from a catwalk by both hands and completely unarmed as the Shadowraith above him began to slash its lightsaber down towards his fingers.
* * *
The Master was angry. What was taking its Apprentice so long?
Suddenly it felt a tremor through the Force. The anger and hate that it knew circled its Apprentice suddenly stopped moving.
So the Apprentice was dead. The Master could always select another. But where was the Seer?
The Master rose from its seat in the cockpit of the ship the Masters had given them. It would have to go rescue the Seer again, like it had when it was cornered by the Jedi earlier.
Instantly the Master disappeared, flattening to the ground in its shadow form. It shot down the boarding ramp of the ship and back inside the Jedi Temple. It swiftly went down the hallway, darting into a ventilation shaft as soon as it could.
The Master went towards where it knew the Seer was, sensing its presence through the Dark Side.
Up ahead it heard something moving and breathing heavily. Someone else was in the shaft.
It went a bit faster. As it passed one of the grates, the Master looked out and saw its Apprentice lying dead on the ground.
The Master passed it by without a second glance.
It sensed a familiar presence ahead. It was the boy it had sent the Apprentice to kill.
While it was here, the Master thought, it might as well seek revenge for its Apprentice's death. It advanced on the boy, who did not sense its presence.
Silently the Master conformed to the shape of the boy's shadow perfectly and moved along with it, exactly synchronized with it.
When the boy was out of the shaft, he would get a very big surprise.
* * *
Aro-Ken swiftly pulled himself through the ventilation shafts. He found that he instinctively knew where to go, which way to turn. He went towards the Force he felt gathering around Del-Mon, ignoring the cold feeling that he drew nearer to.
Up ahead he could see steam rising beyond a grate and dim orange light. The humming, whirring, and clanking sounds of mechanics was gradually growing louder.
All of the sudden the coldness that had been growing around him intensified itself. Aro-Ken froze abruptly. He looked over his shoulder and ahead, searching for a shadow that did not fit, but saw no shadows but his own.
Warily Aro-Ken approached the grate that led to the generator room, ready to bolt or attack if he had to.
In the twenty or so meters that followed he expected something to go wrong each time he moved, but nothing happened. He saw no shadows moving unnaturally, nothing jumped out at him, and the cold feeling grew gradually once more. Aro-Ken tried to assure himself that he had just been nervous, but still, something did not feel right.
With his elbow he knocked the grate aside and looked down before leaving the shaft. Aro-Ken found that he was near where the ceiling met the wall, just a meter or two away from one of the huge machines that the generator room boasted.
Quickly Aro-Ken got into a crouching position and jumped, clearing the gap and landing on the slightly curved top of what he recognized to be a water large heater.
Briefly he looked over the huge room. Most of the walls were holding other big machines used for ventilation, to hold the Temple's water supply, or to generate electricity. The floor was taken up almost entirely by vast turbine shafts and a handful of narrow walkways for maintenance purposes. The small sections of the wall that weren't occupied by machines were covered with various pipes. The room was very hot, and steam was constantly being ejected from the large devices.
Aro-Ken began to scan the many catwalks, searching for Del-Mon, and spotted him across the huge room on a walkway about halfway between the floor and ceiling. Next to him was a tall, black figure, which did not surprise the boy. He could vaguely see the blood red sash around the Shadowraith's waist, and knew that Del-Mon had met the Seer. They both had their lightsabers activated, and were battling back and forth across the catwalk.
He sent a message to the Jedi with the Force, hoping that he'd hear it. "Del-Mon, I'm here. Are you all right?"
To his relief, he got an answer. "I need your help here, Aro-Ken. We must defeat the Shadowraiths," came the mental reply. "Where is Ada-Rin?"
Quickly the boy began to search for the fastest route to the Jedi Master as he answered. "She's fine, she should be-" Just as he turned to see if there was a way to get down on the wall behind him, Aro-Ken suddenly sensed a familiar presence too late.
The instant he was facing the wall his shadow jumped at him, and he heard the electric thrum of a lightsaber. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed the Master following him, and in his own shadow too.
Aro-Ken staggered backwards in surprise as the Master came towards him, and lost his footing on the slick metal of the heater.
He slipped and tumbled over the side, managing to stop himself from flipping over as he fell through the air. Looking around wildly as the room flew past him, he spotted the many pipes on the wall. Reaching out desperately, his hand wrapped around a thick pipe that was running horizontally.
Aro-Ken was abruptly yanked out of his fall, and felt splitting pain erupt in his shoulder as the weight of the rest of his body was dropped on it.
As his fingers began to slip, Aro-Ken grabbed the pipe with his other hand as the Master landed on it, its lightsaber still ignited.
It approached Aro-Ken and began to sweep its lightsaber downwards.
The boy suddenly spotted a pipe running vertically along the wall in front of him, and instantly he swung his legs and let go of the pipe, using his momentum to carry him to the vertical one.
His limbs wrapped around it and instantly he slid down the thin pipe. Above him, the Master's blade hit the thick pipe, cutting the metal and releasing a small stream of water.
Aro-Ken landed on a catwalk that clung to the wall near the water heater he had just been on and promptly activated his lightsaber, its blue glow clashing with the blackness of the Master's blade as the Shadowraith landed in front of him.
It instantly attacked him furiously, and the fact that Aro-Ken was weak from hunger and exhaustion did not improve his odds at all.
Desperately he blocked the attacks, allowing himself to be driven back along the catwalk.
Aro-Ken suddenly found his back pressed against a very warm pipe that was running from the water heater. Clenching his teeth, the boy pushed his weapon against the Master's as hard as he could, making it stagger back a few steps.
Obviously infuriated, it prepared for another charge. At the last possible second, when his opponent's weapon was so close he could feel heat radiating from it, Aro-Ken moved aside and the Master's blade plunged into the hot water pipe, which immediately began to spurt gallons of hot water at it. Aro-Ken hoped the Temple's occupants could live without hot water for a while.
The Master hissed in pain and burst out of the gushing, scalding water. Aro- Ken sensed that all he had just done was make the Shadowraith all the more eager to kill him.
As his opponent was in the water Aro-Ken had noticed that he was still above Del-Mon. He saw an electric generator below the heater. It had a metal covering around some wires that were a foot or two away from the generator itself and even closer to him. It was just the escape route Aro- Ken needed.
As the Shadowraith charged again, it found that Aro-Ken was no longer before it; rather, he was below it now, sliding down along the wire covering.
Above him the boy suddenly heard the sound of crackling electric sparks. He looked up, and saw that the Master had sliced through a section of the metal and the wires beneath it, going through it completely and promptly causing a power outage in half of the students' quarters.
Aro-Ken felt the pipe below him slowly begin to fall backwards, unable to support his weight.
He saw something black fall past him and knew it was the Master. It landed on the catwalk he had been sliding towards and sliced almost but not quite through another part of the wires and metal.
Instantly Aro-Ken's pole fell backwards, and the boy found himself upside down as he clung to it. The pole continued to fall and he released it with his legs, dangling by his hands.
Abruptly the pole stopped, and Aro-Ken saw that above him it was resting on the edge of a turbine shaft that he was now inside, about halfway between the generator room and the spinning blades. Below him he could feel the air moving and hear the constant electric thrum as the blades turned. The pole was just barely connected to the generator.
Aro-Ken gripped the pole as hard as he could, so hard that his knuckles began to turn white.
Above him the Master appeared, looking down the shaft to see if he was dead yet. When it saw him clinging to the pole, it coldly raised its lightsaber to completely sever it.
Suddenly the cold feeling around him diminished greatly. The Master's weapon froze and it looked in Del-Mon's direction. Aro-Ken instantly knew that the Seer was dead, victim to Del-Mon's blade.
The Master looked back down at the boy coldly, and then flattened completely as it went into its shadow form, shooting away towards Del-Mon and leaving Aro-Ken to his doom as his fingers began to slip along the pipe, bringing him towards the turbine blades below him inch by inch.
* * *
By the way, I do know that it's not too bright to put a water heater above an electric generator, but if I didn't do it the plot wouldn't work as well. Let's just say the Temple engineer wasn't that smart, okay?
Also, if you liked this fic, I'd recommend reading my other two (also about Aro and Del), The Lightsaber and The Disease. I haven't worked on them lately, but reviews motivate me! (Hint, hint!)
Thanks! :-)
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Me no own so you no sue.
(I did not write this disclaimer myself, I read it on a Zelda fic but it summarizes everything. Whoever made up this disclaimer, please don't sue me!)
AN: Love your reviews, Jacen200015 and Teekoness!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Del-Mon quickly ducked, and felt the heat of the Shadowraith's lightsaber blade as it passed over his head with just an inch between it and his hair.
He had lost track of the time they had been fighting, but was sure it had to have been at least twenty minutes by now. The entire duel had been a dizzying combination of jumps, flips, slashes, parries, thrusts, ducks, and dazzling attacks. It had gone by in a flash, and would indefinitely continue until the death.
Instantly Del-Mon returned to attack stance and feigned an attack at the Shadowraith's legs. The very second it moved to block, Del-Mon brought his weapon up towards its neck, swinging as hard as he could.
The Shadowraith just managed to lean backwards, and the tip of the Jedi's lightsaber missed it by centimeters.
As they fought, driving each other back and forth along the catwalk, Del- Mon constantly found himself one step too close to the edge. The two opponents repeatedly tried to force each other back too far, but it never did succeed. In such an environment the slightest misstep could send one plunging into a turbine shaft to immanent doom.
He would have been felt much better fighting for his life in a safer location, one that was not so narrow and elevated, but Del-Mon was in no position to be choosy at the moment.
He made a quick mental note to himself to tell the Masters they needed wider catwalks in the generator room if he got out of this alive.
Bringing himself back to reality, Del-Mon quickly moved his arms and blocked an attack on his side. The Shadowraith was getting much angrier; Del-Mon could sense the coldness around him growing.
It came at him rapidly now, swinging madly. The Jedi's lightsaber was everywhere at once. It had to be in order to block the attacks that came at him again and again with just about no time between each one.
Left, up, left, right, down, up, up, right, left, right, up, down, his lightsaber flashed about, just a large emerald green blur that seemed to encircle him like a radiant shield.
Del-Mon held up his lightsaber to block a slash as he ducked a kick. He shoved his opponent's weapon away from him and rose. Before the Shadowraith had a chance to attack once more Del-Mon shot out a hand, pushing with the Force.
His shove hit the Shadowraith in the chest, knocking it backwards just a few steps and over the edge of the catwalk.
Hopefully, Del-Mon glanced down to see if his opponent would make it into a turbine shaft, but saw that it would only land on a catwalk twenty yards below.
The Jedi used the opportunity to quickly take a few deep breaths before jumping off the catwalk himself, landing next to the fallen Shadowraith in a crouched position.
As his opponent lashed out with its foot, Del-Mon quickly stood up straight and pivoted on one foot, spinning out of the way and avoiding the blow.
The Shadowraith was on its feet in no time, hacking away at Del-Mon. The only difference between now and up on the other catwalk was that this time Del-Mon found the time to retaliate between attacks.
Again they went back and forth. Each time Del-Mon would find himself too close to the edge of the catwalk he'd spring aside or flip over the Shadowraith.
Suddenly, two feelings around him grew. The coldness intensified, as did the feeling of Aro-Ken's presence. As he ducked another attack, Del-Mon quickly jumped backwards, which gave him enough time to briefly look the room over. He spotted Aro-Ken atop a large water heater, where he was undoubtedly scanning the room for Del-Mon.
The Jedi was about to send a message through the Force to him, hoping their connection was good enough for him to hear it, when Aro-Ken beat him to it. "Del-Mon, I'm here. Are you all right?"
Del-Mon sighed in relief as he ducked another swing from the Shadowraith and threw in a slash of his own. "I need your help here, Aro-Ken. We must defeat the Shadowraiths," he mentally said. "Where is Ada-Rin?"
As Aro-Ken answered, he turned around to look for a way down. "She's fine, she should be-"
Aro-Ken stopped speaking abruptly. Del-Mon glanced in his direction, and saw that another Shadowraith had appeared from nowhere as the boy turned around, and instantly they began to fight.
The Jedi chanced a glance over the edge of a catwalk, and discovered that he would have to move downwards quite a distance if he hoped to get to a door and move into another room.
Suddenly the Shadowraith lunged and Del-Mon stepped back, easily avoiding the attack.
But, unexpectedly, his opponent then pushed off out of the lunge position and dove at him. Frantically Del-Mon spun to the side, and found himself a few centimeters from the edge.
He was about to jump back to the middle of the catwalk, but the Shadowraith had other plans. It shot out a hand before Del-Mon had a chance to move, and he was lightly pushed with the Force.
Stepping backwards, his foot hit the very edge. He lost his balance and fell, dropping his lightsaber as he did. Miraculously it landed another catwalk below him before he toppled over. His weapon switched off as the activation button hit the ground.
The instant Del-Mon found himself in the air and falling, his instinctively flipped so his feet were below him. By some random chance his hands grasped the edge of another catwalk, the same one that his lightsaber was now resting on.
He reached for it as he began to pull himself up, but the Shadowraith suddenly landed on the catwalk, one hand slamming into his arm and making him recoil it.
Before Del-Mon could do anything more, the Shadowraith had lifted its foot once more and kicked his lightsaber off the catwalk.
Del-Mon didn't turn to watch it, but heard it land on another catwalk.
Now he was completely helpless, dangling from a catwalk by both hands and completely unarmed as the Shadowraith above him began to slash its lightsaber down towards his fingers.
* * *
The Master was angry. What was taking its Apprentice so long?
Suddenly it felt a tremor through the Force. The anger and hate that it knew circled its Apprentice suddenly stopped moving.
So the Apprentice was dead. The Master could always select another. But where was the Seer?
The Master rose from its seat in the cockpit of the ship the Masters had given them. It would have to go rescue the Seer again, like it had when it was cornered by the Jedi earlier.
Instantly the Master disappeared, flattening to the ground in its shadow form. It shot down the boarding ramp of the ship and back inside the Jedi Temple. It swiftly went down the hallway, darting into a ventilation shaft as soon as it could.
The Master went towards where it knew the Seer was, sensing its presence through the Dark Side.
Up ahead it heard something moving and breathing heavily. Someone else was in the shaft.
It went a bit faster. As it passed one of the grates, the Master looked out and saw its Apprentice lying dead on the ground.
The Master passed it by without a second glance.
It sensed a familiar presence ahead. It was the boy it had sent the Apprentice to kill.
While it was here, the Master thought, it might as well seek revenge for its Apprentice's death. It advanced on the boy, who did not sense its presence.
Silently the Master conformed to the shape of the boy's shadow perfectly and moved along with it, exactly synchronized with it.
When the boy was out of the shaft, he would get a very big surprise.
* * *
Aro-Ken swiftly pulled himself through the ventilation shafts. He found that he instinctively knew where to go, which way to turn. He went towards the Force he felt gathering around Del-Mon, ignoring the cold feeling that he drew nearer to.
Up ahead he could see steam rising beyond a grate and dim orange light. The humming, whirring, and clanking sounds of mechanics was gradually growing louder.
All of the sudden the coldness that had been growing around him intensified itself. Aro-Ken froze abruptly. He looked over his shoulder and ahead, searching for a shadow that did not fit, but saw no shadows but his own.
Warily Aro-Ken approached the grate that led to the generator room, ready to bolt or attack if he had to.
In the twenty or so meters that followed he expected something to go wrong each time he moved, but nothing happened. He saw no shadows moving unnaturally, nothing jumped out at him, and the cold feeling grew gradually once more. Aro-Ken tried to assure himself that he had just been nervous, but still, something did not feel right.
With his elbow he knocked the grate aside and looked down before leaving the shaft. Aro-Ken found that he was near where the ceiling met the wall, just a meter or two away from one of the huge machines that the generator room boasted.
Quickly Aro-Ken got into a crouching position and jumped, clearing the gap and landing on the slightly curved top of what he recognized to be a water large heater.
Briefly he looked over the huge room. Most of the walls were holding other big machines used for ventilation, to hold the Temple's water supply, or to generate electricity. The floor was taken up almost entirely by vast turbine shafts and a handful of narrow walkways for maintenance purposes. The small sections of the wall that weren't occupied by machines were covered with various pipes. The room was very hot, and steam was constantly being ejected from the large devices.
Aro-Ken began to scan the many catwalks, searching for Del-Mon, and spotted him across the huge room on a walkway about halfway between the floor and ceiling. Next to him was a tall, black figure, which did not surprise the boy. He could vaguely see the blood red sash around the Shadowraith's waist, and knew that Del-Mon had met the Seer. They both had their lightsabers activated, and were battling back and forth across the catwalk.
He sent a message to the Jedi with the Force, hoping that he'd hear it. "Del-Mon, I'm here. Are you all right?"
To his relief, he got an answer. "I need your help here, Aro-Ken. We must defeat the Shadowraiths," came the mental reply. "Where is Ada-Rin?"
Quickly the boy began to search for the fastest route to the Jedi Master as he answered. "She's fine, she should be-" Just as he turned to see if there was a way to get down on the wall behind him, Aro-Ken suddenly sensed a familiar presence too late.
The instant he was facing the wall his shadow jumped at him, and he heard the electric thrum of a lightsaber. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed the Master following him, and in his own shadow too.
Aro-Ken staggered backwards in surprise as the Master came towards him, and lost his footing on the slick metal of the heater.
He slipped and tumbled over the side, managing to stop himself from flipping over as he fell through the air. Looking around wildly as the room flew past him, he spotted the many pipes on the wall. Reaching out desperately, his hand wrapped around a thick pipe that was running horizontally.
Aro-Ken was abruptly yanked out of his fall, and felt splitting pain erupt in his shoulder as the weight of the rest of his body was dropped on it.
As his fingers began to slip, Aro-Ken grabbed the pipe with his other hand as the Master landed on it, its lightsaber still ignited.
It approached Aro-Ken and began to sweep its lightsaber downwards.
The boy suddenly spotted a pipe running vertically along the wall in front of him, and instantly he swung his legs and let go of the pipe, using his momentum to carry him to the vertical one.
His limbs wrapped around it and instantly he slid down the thin pipe. Above him, the Master's blade hit the thick pipe, cutting the metal and releasing a small stream of water.
Aro-Ken landed on a catwalk that clung to the wall near the water heater he had just been on and promptly activated his lightsaber, its blue glow clashing with the blackness of the Master's blade as the Shadowraith landed in front of him.
It instantly attacked him furiously, and the fact that Aro-Ken was weak from hunger and exhaustion did not improve his odds at all.
Desperately he blocked the attacks, allowing himself to be driven back along the catwalk.
Aro-Ken suddenly found his back pressed against a very warm pipe that was running from the water heater. Clenching his teeth, the boy pushed his weapon against the Master's as hard as he could, making it stagger back a few steps.
Obviously infuriated, it prepared for another charge. At the last possible second, when his opponent's weapon was so close he could feel heat radiating from it, Aro-Ken moved aside and the Master's blade plunged into the hot water pipe, which immediately began to spurt gallons of hot water at it. Aro-Ken hoped the Temple's occupants could live without hot water for a while.
The Master hissed in pain and burst out of the gushing, scalding water. Aro- Ken sensed that all he had just done was make the Shadowraith all the more eager to kill him.
As his opponent was in the water Aro-Ken had noticed that he was still above Del-Mon. He saw an electric generator below the heater. It had a metal covering around some wires that were a foot or two away from the generator itself and even closer to him. It was just the escape route Aro- Ken needed.
As the Shadowraith charged again, it found that Aro-Ken was no longer before it; rather, he was below it now, sliding down along the wire covering.
Above him the boy suddenly heard the sound of crackling electric sparks. He looked up, and saw that the Master had sliced through a section of the metal and the wires beneath it, going through it completely and promptly causing a power outage in half of the students' quarters.
Aro-Ken felt the pipe below him slowly begin to fall backwards, unable to support his weight.
He saw something black fall past him and knew it was the Master. It landed on the catwalk he had been sliding towards and sliced almost but not quite through another part of the wires and metal.
Instantly Aro-Ken's pole fell backwards, and the boy found himself upside down as he clung to it. The pole continued to fall and he released it with his legs, dangling by his hands.
Abruptly the pole stopped, and Aro-Ken saw that above him it was resting on the edge of a turbine shaft that he was now inside, about halfway between the generator room and the spinning blades. Below him he could feel the air moving and hear the constant electric thrum as the blades turned. The pole was just barely connected to the generator.
Aro-Ken gripped the pole as hard as he could, so hard that his knuckles began to turn white.
Above him the Master appeared, looking down the shaft to see if he was dead yet. When it saw him clinging to the pole, it coldly raised its lightsaber to completely sever it.
Suddenly the cold feeling around him diminished greatly. The Master's weapon froze and it looked in Del-Mon's direction. Aro-Ken instantly knew that the Seer was dead, victim to Del-Mon's blade.
The Master looked back down at the boy coldly, and then flattened completely as it went into its shadow form, shooting away towards Del-Mon and leaving Aro-Ken to his doom as his fingers began to slip along the pipe, bringing him towards the turbine blades below him inch by inch.
* * *
By the way, I do know that it's not too bright to put a water heater above an electric generator, but if I didn't do it the plot wouldn't work as well. Let's just say the Temple engineer wasn't that smart, okay?
Also, if you liked this fic, I'd recommend reading my other two (also about Aro and Del), The Lightsaber and The Disease. I haven't worked on them lately, but reviews motivate me! (Hint, hint!)
Thanks! :-)