Chapter 4
Finding himself spread over the floor, Jovan picked himself up. Opening himself to the force, he briefly checked himself over for injury. Relieved to find only a bruise or two, he walked towards the cockpit area to find his Master unconcious on the floor.
"Hey!. Anyone hear me?" came a voice from the outside. "Any survivors in here are under arrest by name of the Triator Rebels". Jovan calmly drew his lightsaber, and quietly made his way to the emergency hatch. Poping it open to reveal they had landed in a large forest, he took one step from the ship, and met the gaze of a nearby trooper, and his seven friends behind him, all armed with E-11 Blaster Rifles.
"We appear to have crashed..." said Jovan, slapping himself mentally for the stupid sentence. "Can you give us some assistance ?".
"You are under arrest, by order of the Prefect. You will surrender your weapons and come with us," ordered the nearby soldier.
"Oh, I dont think so. You are going to let us go" calmly instructed Jovan, waving a hand over the soldier.
"We are going to let you go" replied the soldier obiediantly.
Unfortunatly his mind trick didn't fool one of the other soldiers, "he's a Jedi!. Get him!". Blaster fire echoed around the forest like a yell in a quiet room, but Jovan's lightsaber was already ignited and dancing around reflecting the blaster shots right back to the source of where they came from. One trooper immediatly went down, clutching his breast plate, while the others all sprinted in random directions, looking desperatly for cover.
Yet before they could find cover, Jovan was in among them. Being careful not to kill them, Jovan simply swiped down at the blaster rifles carried by the guards, cutting them clean in half. One brave soldier, despite being disarmed, attacked Jovan with a vibro blade he carried. Blocking his futile attempt, and slicing the blade in half with his lightsaber, Jovan pirouetted around and stabbed the man in the lower abdomen, killing him outright.
Suddenly, Jovan heard a ferocious scream from behind. Swinging around to see one of the soldiers, a powerful vibro-axe held high above his head. Jovan knew that he could not get his lightsaber in the correct parrying position, and he closed his eyes ready to receive his death at the hands of the soldier. Yet it never came. Opening his eyes, he was delighted to see Master Streen, his pearl blue lightsaber ignited, and the vibro-axe wielding soldier lying dead on the floor.
"You need to be more careful Jovan. Obviously we haven't developed your danger sense enough" observed Streen, jokingly. Jovan smiled, nervously.
"I'm glad you're okay Master. I was beginning to worry the impact would have you knocked out for a while".
"Takes more than a little accident to down me, my Apprentice". The pair smiled, each relieved the other is okay. "Our next objective is to rendevous with the loyalist forces protecting the King, and his family. We'll need to get into the city somehow...." and with that Streen wandered almost aimlessly towards the forest canopy. Moving back into the ship, Jovan quickly found his Long Blaster. Slinging it over his shoulder, after arming and checking the deadly weapon, Jovan heard Streen calling to him. "Jovan, I believe I found our way into the city". Puzzeled by this, Jovan walked towards where Streen had called from, and smiled, as he saw him standing by a large combat speeder, smiling.
"Alright!. Let's go find our Royal Family" joked Jovan. With that, the pair entered the speeder. Letting Streen drive the speeder, Jovan took position in the copilot seat, and readied himself for a long day.
Finding himself spread over the floor, Jovan picked himself up. Opening himself to the force, he briefly checked himself over for injury. Relieved to find only a bruise or two, he walked towards the cockpit area to find his Master unconcious on the floor.
"Hey!. Anyone hear me?" came a voice from the outside. "Any survivors in here are under arrest by name of the Triator Rebels". Jovan calmly drew his lightsaber, and quietly made his way to the emergency hatch. Poping it open to reveal they had landed in a large forest, he took one step from the ship, and met the gaze of a nearby trooper, and his seven friends behind him, all armed with E-11 Blaster Rifles.
"We appear to have crashed..." said Jovan, slapping himself mentally for the stupid sentence. "Can you give us some assistance ?".
"You are under arrest, by order of the Prefect. You will surrender your weapons and come with us," ordered the nearby soldier.
"Oh, I dont think so. You are going to let us go" calmly instructed Jovan, waving a hand over the soldier.
"We are going to let you go" replied the soldier obiediantly.
Unfortunatly his mind trick didn't fool one of the other soldiers, "he's a Jedi!. Get him!". Blaster fire echoed around the forest like a yell in a quiet room, but Jovan's lightsaber was already ignited and dancing around reflecting the blaster shots right back to the source of where they came from. One trooper immediatly went down, clutching his breast plate, while the others all sprinted in random directions, looking desperatly for cover.
Yet before they could find cover, Jovan was in among them. Being careful not to kill them, Jovan simply swiped down at the blaster rifles carried by the guards, cutting them clean in half. One brave soldier, despite being disarmed, attacked Jovan with a vibro blade he carried. Blocking his futile attempt, and slicing the blade in half with his lightsaber, Jovan pirouetted around and stabbed the man in the lower abdomen, killing him outright.
Suddenly, Jovan heard a ferocious scream from behind. Swinging around to see one of the soldiers, a powerful vibro-axe held high above his head. Jovan knew that he could not get his lightsaber in the correct parrying position, and he closed his eyes ready to receive his death at the hands of the soldier. Yet it never came. Opening his eyes, he was delighted to see Master Streen, his pearl blue lightsaber ignited, and the vibro-axe wielding soldier lying dead on the floor.
"You need to be more careful Jovan. Obviously we haven't developed your danger sense enough" observed Streen, jokingly. Jovan smiled, nervously.
"I'm glad you're okay Master. I was beginning to worry the impact would have you knocked out for a while".
"Takes more than a little accident to down me, my Apprentice". The pair smiled, each relieved the other is okay. "Our next objective is to rendevous with the loyalist forces protecting the King, and his family. We'll need to get into the city somehow...." and with that Streen wandered almost aimlessly towards the forest canopy. Moving back into the ship, Jovan quickly found his Long Blaster. Slinging it over his shoulder, after arming and checking the deadly weapon, Jovan heard Streen calling to him. "Jovan, I believe I found our way into the city". Puzzeled by this, Jovan walked towards where Streen had called from, and smiled, as he saw him standing by a large combat speeder, smiling.
"Alright!. Let's go find our Royal Family" joked Jovan. With that, the pair entered the speeder. Letting Streen drive the speeder, Jovan took position in the copilot seat, and readied himself for a long day.