Tahl glanced at him this, turning to study him. Her brow furrowing
slightly.
"A Jedi does not wish to kill an enemy...Control your anger, I'm sure your
Father was a great man...but to wish to kill the man who killed him isn't the
answer." She spoke gently, she knew she wasn't his Master, but she thought
he needed to hear it.
Gabri hated the Jedi with a red passion, but some of there ideals weren't lost on him. He quelled his anger, for the time being at least. He would save his rage for Windu. Beyond that, letting his emotions take control right now would blow his cover.
Alquis always said I was hotheaded... he thought. "The greatest," he whispered. Then, a bit louder so Tahl could hear him, "I suppose you're right. He might have only been... defending himself against my father." But Gabri didn't think that was it. It couldn't have been. He refused to believe it. No one would decapitate a man and orphan a child in mere defense. That would make no sense.
Anyway, what was going to be left to him without his deep want of vengeance? He certainly could not go back to his old life of traveling with Alquis across the galaxy. Gabri wouldn't have it. He was different from the naive teenager he had been. He was a pirate, a bounty hunter, a hundred other things. But he wasn't stupid. He would need to find something after his revenge.
Tahl didn't like the emotion surrounding this young man, something was wrong with him, something he was hiding. She sensed his anger, at first directed toward her, then at another, but whom? And why did he know so much about his father? It was uncommon from a Jedi of his age...at any age really.
"After you visit with Mace, you should meditate with one of the Masters...you seem...tense."
"Tense? Me? No, I'm always like this. Except worse. This is a good
day." He bit his lower lip, wondering when that clone would get done so he
could make a run for it instead of trying to portray himself as a Jedi. He
trusted the temple map in the forearm armor he wore far more than an actual
Knight.
Meanwhile, back in ShockWave's hold, Malarow had woken up. "Hey! Could someone let me out? Please?" He rattled the bars slightly, before glancing at the cage beside him that held the rest of Gabri's armor. "Nice armor. Wish I coulda done that... Oh, yes. Getting out. Does anyone have a key? A small metal tool maybe? A lightsaber? Anyone? Hello?"
Tahl listened to him, then suddenly came to a stop, then turned to look at him, as if waiting for something. Gabri narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. "What?" He suspected the worse, and he was probably right.
Tahl smiled slightly, then gestured at the door a few feet from them.
"Master Windu's room..."
Gabri breathed a silent sigh of relief. He thought she was beginning to
suspect that he wasn't all what he appeared to be and would drag him out to see
Yoda. If that had happened, he knew he would be screwed a dozen times over.
"Thank you. I will wait here." He nodded thanks, once again wishing
he could rid of the dye in his hair.
Malarow sat back against the cage bars, and started singing. "One hundred nerfs all lined in a row! One hundred nerfs in a row! Take an axe, some wood and match! Ninety-nine nerfs all lined in row!" He continued to sing, loudly and off-key for no reason other than to amuse himself.
Tahl nodded, glanced around, then
leaned against a wall.
"Don't mind me...I'll just stand here and wait, I need to speak to Mace
about getting a training room to myself."
It was done...the last stages of construction on the bomb were completed, a few minutes late...but better late than never. It was one of the smallest and most intricate bomb she had ever made, the slightest amount of pressure to the trigger would set it off, so delicate, that even the Force would set it off.
Gabri silently cursed his luck. This always seemed to happen to him. No matter; he just began to give himself a bit of leeway in his plan to implement a few other actions before anything else. They probably wouldn't help him much, but he could always hope.
Attacking Tahl was out of the question. He wasn't Force-sensitive and would be a bit clumsy with the lightsaber he stole because of it. Everything else wouldn't work.
Gabri also couldn't use the small, personal cloaking device that he installed in his suit, since it took a command code through his helmet to get it to work. Not to mention it was installed in the chest plate. His flamethrower was in the other arm plate and also activated through a voice code.
His day wasn't going the way he wanted it to.
Serasi exited her room and check to
make sure the hallway was empty before slipping out. It was quiet in the Dorm hall,
most of the Temple students having already settled down for the evening as she
walked quickly away. Glancing around once more she set something on the floor.
A lightsaber...yet a lightsaber unlike any other...for this one lived. As the
sound of her boots on the stone floor faded away, another sound could be
heard...faintly...the gentle...the feared...
Tick...tock...tick...tock...the clock was counting down, the red numbers inside
the hilt flashed by...
30...29...28...27...26...25...24...
...13...12...11...10...9...8..7...6...5...4...
Gabri stood there, shifting from foot to foot, listening to his quickening heartbeat while trying to concentrate on his breathing. It had to happen soon, before that Jedi started to suspect anything. Tick... tick... tick... I'd better not be getting in over my head...
Tahl suddenly sensed it, a surge in the Force...something dark was here...but where? She pulled away from the wall, her mind searching... Gabri watched her out of the corner of his eye, silently muttering to himself. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." He could feel the paper-thin plasteel that contained bantha blood under his clothes. He had to make it authentic, but he certainly wasn't going to injure himself on purpose. Well, not fatally, anyway...
Suddenly, the dorm hallway exploded...many of the students which had rooms down the hallway had already retired to their beds. Soon screams could be heard, echoing down throughout the rest of the Temple. The hall, or what was left of it, filled with smoke and flames...
Muahahahahahahahahah!!!! Temple go BOOM!!! ::coughs:: Sorry… I've going to leave you hanging, now. That's what I'm good at. So, how do you think the plan's going so far? Good? Bad? Average? My friends and I thought it up. Normal copy write junk. I don't own anything but Gabri, Malarow, and the board I put this on. Oh, yes. I also own the song. "One Hundred Nerfs All Lined in a Row." Try singing that in the car sometime. I'm sure you'll parents will be confused or annoyed. ::nods knowingly:: And remember, reviews are like oxygen to the starving writer.
