Chapter 5
"Master, watch out for that tree!" exclaimed Jovan. Yet a split second before the fast-moving speeder would hit the tree, Streen would violently throw the controls in one direction or the other, missing it entirely.
"Why dont you take this oppourtunity to practice your calming exercises ?" asked Streen. Jovan knew the irony in his question, yet decided that at this point, he should really be calmer. Taking a deep breath, Jovan held his breath for two seconds, and then exhailed, that little bit calmer.
"Look, Jovan" instructed Streen. Opening his eyes, Jovan noticed on the horizon was a huge city. Encircled by an outer wall, the city was grand in size and in aesthetics. Beautiful blue buildings pierced the skyline, and the entire city lie in the shadow of the great castle in the center. The castle was the most elaborate building in the city, made of a glistening blue pearl-type material, with matching fiery red and orange slabs making up the roof. What Jovan could not believe was how much of a contrast it was to his home on Rodia.
Yet plumes of smoke rose from the city, signs of even in this paradise, things were not right. The castle occasionaly lit up as blaster fire reflected off it's glistening surface.
"Quite a sight, huh?" muttered Streen, being careful not to loose his concentration on piloting the speeder between the increasingly dense forest trees. Jovan opened his mouth to speak, yet found he could not, and simply nodded. "I think we had better proceed on foot from here".
Stopping the speeder, Streen clambered out of the speeder, followed closely by Jovan. Almost as one, the pair drew their lightsaber hilts, but neither ignited them. Hiding in the last few bushes, Streen suddenley darted for the outer wall. Jovan followed, streching out with the force. He felt the presence of four guards nearby, and felt his Master's presence strongly in the force.
Streen motioned towards the location of the guards Jovan had just sensed, and began walking briskly towards them. The pair soon came to where the guards stood, by a large gate, protecting the only route to the castle. Walking calmly towards the four brown overall clad troopers, Jovan felt he panic surge from them, as they recognised the nature of these two strangers. One brought his blaster up to fire, and immediatly a snap hiss of lightsabers could be heard.The two Jedi expertly reflected the guardsmans blaster shots.
All of a sudden, Streen sommersaulted high into the air, landing among the now distraught guardsmen. Jovan took the oppourtunity to disarm the nearest trooper, relieving him of his E-11 blaster by yanking it out of the hands with the force.
Whilst Jovan did this, Streen fought the other three guards. They continually poured fire towards the Jedi Master, yet Streen effortlessly blocked them or dodged out of the way just in time. The Jedi Master was always one step ahead of the sluggish soldiers, thought Jovan, as he watched his master dispatch the last one with an uppercut through the soldiers lightly armoured torso.
The pair continued past the gate, sneaking down the Palace Route. Using the nearby buildings for cover, Jovan despaired at the immensily beautiful buildings, now lifeless due to the actions of one group.
Finally, the pair reached the gates of the palace. One lone guard stood sentry over the Castle entrance, and this lifted Jovan's spirits.
"Look, Master. The enemy are over confident, it seems" commented Jovan joyfully.
Streen shook his head "Somethings wrong...I just dont know what. We must use caution".
Streen broke cover, calmly walking upto the guard. Jovan watched as Streen waved a hand in front of the guard's face, and he turned, and opened the gate behind him. All of a sudden, Jovan's danger sense flared, and he drew his lightsaber, igniting the intense green blade. Streen had done the same, and they turned around to face twenty troops, and three large Chariot Light Assault Vehicles.
A hatch opened on one of the vehicles, and a human head appeared from it. "I am Prefect Sarlo. You are both under arrest in the name of the Triator Syndicate of Planets".
Streen looked at the Prefect puzzeled, "the who?".
"You may ask questions later. Guards...arrest them!" ordered the Prefect. "Take them to Master Piotr."
"What do we do, Master ?" asked Jovan, with an edge of worry in his voice.
"We comply, my apprentice. We cannot fight twenty troopers and three chariots" came Streen's reply.
Feeling disappointed to fall into such a trap, Jovan handed over his weapons, and prepared to be arrested.
"Master, watch out for that tree!" exclaimed Jovan. Yet a split second before the fast-moving speeder would hit the tree, Streen would violently throw the controls in one direction or the other, missing it entirely.
"Why dont you take this oppourtunity to practice your calming exercises ?" asked Streen. Jovan knew the irony in his question, yet decided that at this point, he should really be calmer. Taking a deep breath, Jovan held his breath for two seconds, and then exhailed, that little bit calmer.
"Look, Jovan" instructed Streen. Opening his eyes, Jovan noticed on the horizon was a huge city. Encircled by an outer wall, the city was grand in size and in aesthetics. Beautiful blue buildings pierced the skyline, and the entire city lie in the shadow of the great castle in the center. The castle was the most elaborate building in the city, made of a glistening blue pearl-type material, with matching fiery red and orange slabs making up the roof. What Jovan could not believe was how much of a contrast it was to his home on Rodia.
Yet plumes of smoke rose from the city, signs of even in this paradise, things were not right. The castle occasionaly lit up as blaster fire reflected off it's glistening surface.
"Quite a sight, huh?" muttered Streen, being careful not to loose his concentration on piloting the speeder between the increasingly dense forest trees. Jovan opened his mouth to speak, yet found he could not, and simply nodded. "I think we had better proceed on foot from here".
Stopping the speeder, Streen clambered out of the speeder, followed closely by Jovan. Almost as one, the pair drew their lightsaber hilts, but neither ignited them. Hiding in the last few bushes, Streen suddenley darted for the outer wall. Jovan followed, streching out with the force. He felt the presence of four guards nearby, and felt his Master's presence strongly in the force.
Streen motioned towards the location of the guards Jovan had just sensed, and began walking briskly towards them. The pair soon came to where the guards stood, by a large gate, protecting the only route to the castle. Walking calmly towards the four brown overall clad troopers, Jovan felt he panic surge from them, as they recognised the nature of these two strangers. One brought his blaster up to fire, and immediatly a snap hiss of lightsabers could be heard.The two Jedi expertly reflected the guardsmans blaster shots.
All of a sudden, Streen sommersaulted high into the air, landing among the now distraught guardsmen. Jovan took the oppourtunity to disarm the nearest trooper, relieving him of his E-11 blaster by yanking it out of the hands with the force.
Whilst Jovan did this, Streen fought the other three guards. They continually poured fire towards the Jedi Master, yet Streen effortlessly blocked them or dodged out of the way just in time. The Jedi Master was always one step ahead of the sluggish soldiers, thought Jovan, as he watched his master dispatch the last one with an uppercut through the soldiers lightly armoured torso.
The pair continued past the gate, sneaking down the Palace Route. Using the nearby buildings for cover, Jovan despaired at the immensily beautiful buildings, now lifeless due to the actions of one group.
Finally, the pair reached the gates of the palace. One lone guard stood sentry over the Castle entrance, and this lifted Jovan's spirits.
"Look, Master. The enemy are over confident, it seems" commented Jovan joyfully.
Streen shook his head "Somethings wrong...I just dont know what. We must use caution".
Streen broke cover, calmly walking upto the guard. Jovan watched as Streen waved a hand in front of the guard's face, and he turned, and opened the gate behind him. All of a sudden, Jovan's danger sense flared, and he drew his lightsaber, igniting the intense green blade. Streen had done the same, and they turned around to face twenty troops, and three large Chariot Light Assault Vehicles.
A hatch opened on one of the vehicles, and a human head appeared from it. "I am Prefect Sarlo. You are both under arrest in the name of the Triator Syndicate of Planets".
Streen looked at the Prefect puzzeled, "the who?".
"You may ask questions later. Guards...arrest them!" ordered the Prefect. "Take them to Master Piotr."
"What do we do, Master ?" asked Jovan, with an edge of worry in his voice.
"We comply, my apprentice. We cannot fight twenty troopers and three chariots" came Streen's reply.
Feeling disappointed to fall into such a trap, Jovan handed over his weapons, and prepared to be arrested.