CHAPTER 16
The turbo-lift carried Master Skywalker down to the Hanger deck, now garbed in his traditional Jedi duty uniform Yoda was determined not to let anything get in the way of his plan. The lift came to a halt and the doors hissed open to reveal Master Chevacca blocking Yoda's exit, he was annoyed to see the Wookiee's sudden appearance. "How do you do that?" Yoda expelled. "Practice!" The furry man returned. "I can't allow you to do this Yoda!" "And why not Chevacca?" he returned. "I have assigned the last of the work abiding to the clones over to Master Kunda so as not to delay my work, and I have more than full authority to join the fleet in the War effort if I choose." "I have no objection to your desire to assist the Fleet!" the blonde man was caught of guard by the brown haired Jedi's words. "I only refuse to allow you to join the Fleet in that flying junk pile you consider a ship!" the wookiee then took a step to the side to point at the over-aged Corellian starship in the center of the flight deck. Master Skywalker couldn't help but laugh at Chevacca's observation. "That ship has been in my family for generations it has never let me down." "The 'Millennium Falcon' belongs in a Museum not a Dog fight. For the Love of the force Yoda, that thing is older than the New Republic itself, and the more you upgrade it the more it falls apart! For all anyone knows the engines will fall out before you can even enter Hyperspace!" Yoda placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well if it's my faith in the Force that hold's that ship together. Then the Falcon should be just fine!" just then, a small portion of the of the falcon's hull, fell loose, dangling by a few wires. Chevacca stood there, with the raised brow and crossed arms of a man who was proven correct by the Force. "I'm still going on that ship; I won't have it any other way!" "I knew it was hopeless to change your mind, you're a Skywalker! That's why I'm coming with you!" Chevacca parted his robes, to display his own specially fitted Jedi uniform. "Glad to have you onboard!" Skywalker then stepped out of the lift as the pair made their way to the Falcon's access ramp. As they passed the hanging piece of metal, Chevacca calmly ripped it off and handed it to Yoda who then tossed it onto an open storage bin that contained even more of the Falcon's broken pieces. "I have a bad feeling about this." The Skywalker tapped a panel located in the corridor adjacent to the access ramp, sealing the entry hatch and then hailing flight control. "Flight control this is Master Skywalker, open the bay doors, I and Master Chevacca have matters that need immediate attention!" "Yes Master Skywalker." the control droid responded. "Doors opening, May the Force be with you!" "And also with you!" he released the hold on the console then proceeded to the cockpit. A small room barely capable of fitting four people, filled with glowing lights illuminating from the hundreds of panels mounted into the walls of the control-room. If it was one thing that pleased Chevacca about this ship, it's that the navigation chair was designed to meet the comfort needs of a Wookiee. This only left Yoda manning the conn station. The Bay doors parted as the Millennium Falcon's landing gears retracted and the corellian vessel hovered over the deck beneath it. Slowly the tranquil light of the coruscantian dawn poured into the hanger bay, consuming its surface with the majestic colors of red, purple, and orange. The Millennium Falcon's reflective shell glowed with warming hues, "let's get going." With a great push of its massive rear repulse thruster, it shot into the low hanging morning clouds. And as the sky past them, stars began to surround them, they heard him.the innocence.that could only belong to a child not yet of this world.but alive.and with the Force. They knew where to go now, Umgul. "Once we exit the hyperspace border set course for the Umgul sector!" "Already plotted!" Chevacca rotated his seat to face Yoda. "What do you think it was?" "I don't know, It felt like Dorshe' but it didn't at the same time?" He pondered further only to remain lost in the possibilities from Coruscant to the Hyperspace Border, and even with so much time, he remained as befuddled as his Wookiee friend. "We have reached the border now entering Hyperspace!" the hyperdrive began to slowly grumble, then gave out. Chevacca glanced at Skywalker, and Yoda returned his glare. "I got it!" The bearded man raised his left fist high above his head then slammed it down onto the main console. The Millennium Falcon's engines came back to life, signified by the ship booming into Hyperspace.
The room was dark, if it were not for the illumination of the shield walls that contained them, Dorshe' and Grem would be blinded by blackness. The cold steel floor was all they could touch with out being scorched by the cell's powerful barriers. All they could do was sleep, and meditate; the Jedi could not speak to others with the force for rescue. It was quite apparent that what Master Oden and her vurk counterpart were on was populated by hundreds of Sith, any effort to contact others through the bond that Jedi share was thwarted by Sith disciples constantly shielding the room, and the entire ship from any sigh of existence. "It's hopeless." Grem exhaled. Again Dorshe' is upset with Venad's lack of optimism. "The situation is intimidating yes, but 'Hopeless'!" she smirked despite the situation they were trapped in. "I wouldn't be a Jedi if I believed anything was hopeless." Grem was to tired to argue, especially with a female Jedi master like Dorshe' Oden. "Your right master Oden, but still what else can we do?" She gave him an answer with her eyes closed and chin pointed to the ceiling as she removed the pin that bounded her long dark strands. "All we can do now is wait and." Don't say it! He pleaded to his inner voice that it not be what they have been doing for the past six hours. .Meditate! His inner voice did respond to his cry, and it sounded an awful lot like Master Dorshe'. The blue reptile refolded his legs on the floor, and began to calm his mind to a trance like state once again. Before he could fully reach such a condition the room filled with a stunning bright light, completing obliterating any hope for the two Jedi to reach full meditation now. Their attention was now focused on the far wall, where a large hatch began to open, revealing a man garbed in a long black cloak. The Jedi, now forgone of trying to meditate, stood in their place so they might receive a better look at this Sith lord. He was the same being who captured them on Tatooine. The villain stepped close to the shield barrier, admiring its efficient beauty. "Such a wonderful invention this is" He smirked. "No way in or out! Marvelous!" he chuckled, while Oden and Venad were less than amused by his toying. "What have you done with the children you kidnapped?" Dorshe' snapped.
The Sith's smirk evaporated into his words. "'We' saved all of them from a useless and pitiful existence as Jedi!" He looked deeper into the Orveasians silver eyes. "Just as the Master did for me!" he continued on, "We sought them out, searched for their essences, made them aware of their power and give it to them freely!" Grem returned a glance to the man on the other side of the glowing red wall. "What right does your 'Master' have to mandate the lives of innocents?" "Much more than you mere Jedi!" he turned to the seven foot vurk. "We don't dictate their life the Force reveals the light to them." "The light? The Light!" His muscles began to tense with anger at the Jedi's impotence. "The Light has no power compared to that of the Darkside!" he started to pace around the four walled cell of energy. "All you do is debate and meditate and rely on your technological advancements to help you overcome your trials and tribulations. You never took significant action, never truly used Force in your dealings and for that you are weaker. No one should be subject to weakness, it's what destroys purity" "You don't know what purity even is!" Dorshe' turned to the Sith as he walked out of her limited angle of view. "What ever 'purity' you had, has become tainted by irrational hate, undirected anger, and false faith in something you don't completely understand!" He halted tightening his hands into powerful fists, Dorshe' could feel his heart burning! "Your name is.Quinn.isn't it?" his heart was a book to her. "You mother was.Telad and your father was.Rec." Grem could see it too. ".you have two sisters.your home is a small hut on Dantooine.You'r.." ".Silence, Silence! SILENCE!" she acted as if his outburst were that of a child not getting his way from his parent. He then ripped his cloak off his skull to reveal a face sacred by tortuous black tattoos of hate and pain. "Quinn is dead! Darth Lulet arose from his ashes a long time ago!" Grem and Dorshe' did not waiver at his yelling! "He has no life. He never was, but I am!" he became so enraged that he punched his fist into the laser surface of the cell. "Agh!" The broken man pulled his melted hand away into his body, cradling it as if that same small child was knelt down protecting a sick beast. Dorshe' kneeled down as well to look the poor man in the eyes. "Power!, purity, Lulet?" she lifted her hand up so as to barely touch the barrier. "The Sith possess no such things!" "Hate leads to Anger, Anger causes Suffering, Suffering to Pain and Pain to Loss!" Grem injected. "This is the way of the Sith!" "You know nothing better! The amount of Power one yields for self means nothing to the Force." She them placed her hand against the laser wall. It did not even tickle the Jedi master's skin. "It's how you use that Power to benefit all! That's what matters to the Force!" Lulet looked up with painful eyes of undirected hate, before he could speak, the room became dark again, and the door closed as the omnipresent image of the Royal Dark Master appeared. Lulet's pain grew more as he groveled to the floor, bowing his head and laying his arms towards his lord, displaying his battered limb. Dorshe' and Grem stood tall in defiance of the menacing projection. The Dark master took notice of Darth Lulet's injury, not caring much for his wellbeing. "Darth Lulet, leave before I tend to the wound in a matter less existent of gene-replication." "Yes my Master!" he muttered as he wasted no time finding his own exit, still holding his burnt appendage while the hatch closed behind him. The evil woman redirected her attention to her caged Jedi. "Try as you might Jedi. You cannot sway my disciples so easily." "Your disciples?" Dorshe' confronted, causing the image to pull her head back in spite of the interruption. "I might not be the foremost expert on Sith hierarchy, but I was aware that if any thing else, the Sith were only disciples of the Darkside of the Force." Master Oden's arms crossed themselves over her chest, as to represent an unbreakable wall. The dark woman sneered at the smart-mouthed Jedi. "I was born of the Darkside!" The Jedi were struck by confusion. "You find this hard to comprehend, don't you? Even with all the great miracles for which the Force has brought to the Jedi. You find it difficult to believe that Darkside is capable of such a feat, despite its obvious power." Venad's eyes grew with intensity. "What do you mean you were born of the Darkside? No one can be born of the Darkside!" "Don't you spew your Jedi propaganda at me you simpleton." Her voice returned in echo through the walls of the black room. Causing the metal to pang with a quake of anger, "Must I be the one to remind you of the Great Anakin Skywalker! One who was conceived purely of the Force, the one who brought true balance to the Force by ridding the universe of the Jedi scum, during the Glorious rise of the Empire, as Darth Vader." Dorshe' could not hold back the tiny laugh she expelled as the Sith woman finished her banter. "Ha! And you say my friend here is the one who spews propaganda!" Now the Sith master was lost in thought. "Yes Anakin Skywalker was conceived and born solely of the Force, and yes he did fall to the temptations of the Darkside of the Force. But what you misunderstood was that Anakin brought the Balance to the Force not Vader." She paced the limits of her cell as she retold the ancient story. "You see my dear Sith, during the Battle of Endor onboard the infamous Deathstar of the Empire. Luke Skywalker, Anakin's son you know no doubt, dueled with his father while the Emperor Palpatine watched from the sidelines. As the fight became more tense and Luke himself almost became devoured by the Darkside, the Jedi struck a crippling blow to his father. Weakening him before the Emperor, but the young Skywalker refused to share in his father's fate and purged his evil emotions, spoiling the Emperor's failed scheme." Grem joined in once again, screwing any respect he would have for a person like the Sith master emitted before them. "The Emperor was not pleased with Luke's refusal to join the Darkside, so rather than let the crippled Vader try to finish his son. Palpatine unleashed his furry upon Skywalker, sending pain into his body through the Darkside, the Emperor had Luke near to death with his vicious attack." Dorshe' concluded, standing ever so close to the holo-image without touching the energy-wall. "But whatever was left of Anakin Skywalker inside the shell of Darth Vader could not allow himself to watch his son's demise and with a great surge of the Force now acting through him. Anakin lifted Palpatine over his head, and tossed him into the core of the Deathstar, destroying the Emperor, the empire, and what ever darkness remained of Darth Vader. Anakin Skywalker was a Jedi again, and shortly after his reconversion he became one with the Force." Dorshe' smiled. "So as you now know. Skywalker was born of the Light, and only died to become one with the Force." "Allowing Generations of Skywalkers and Jedi alike to rebuild the Order and serve as an example of the Force's true power." Grem smirked also. The projection of the Sith woman remained still, as if the projector had froze up on the transmission. Her shaded face covered by the darkness casted by her low cloak, gave no other expression but rage. Then she spoke, "Your lies will not save you now Jedi, welcome to your new home. From this moment on you will either serve me or die." Grem's voice snarled like that of his peoples ancestors. "In the immortal words of Luke Skywalker." His eyes started to glow with virtue. ".Never!" "Well then young Jedi, as of this time tomorrow, you will finally be one with your precious Force! But you master Oden." Dorshe' was caught off guard by the Sith's calm voice. ".we will require your services in the future." "I would rather be executed with my fellow Jedi." She stood closer to add support for Venad. "Oh no Master Oden not yet! You have something we need." the Dark master pointed to Dorshe' stomach a horrible sensation of terror then washed over the slender woman as she realized what the Sith truly meant! ".Your child will make a great asset to the Sith. Indeed will be a powerful warrior." Dorshe' could not collect her words enough to speak as the Sith looked down at an invisible object to read off the vital information before she concluded. "Yes indeed.I have just been informed by your ships commander that there is a small ship heading for in your direction. No doubt it's some foolish Jedi attempting an even more foolish rescue." Yoda! Dorshe' spited her friend's name in her mind. "Well then, you may quell your fears Master Oden, it appears that your hideous reptilian companion will not perish alone after all." Her villainous smile grew in an inexplicably inhuman manner. "Farewell Jedi!" the artificial phantom vanished. Grem looked to Master Oden, not needing to sense her distress as it was evident through her body language. "It will not come to that Master Oden!" She took strength from the Force before she returned her focus to the vurk. "No Grem, It won't! The Force will not allow it!" She had to be strong now, Dorshe' would not fall to the Darkside, never. "Who is it that the Sith said were coming here?" Dorshe' smirked at Grem's naïve comment not remembering that he hadn't known Yoda as Long as she had. "Master Skywalker! only he would do something so stupid, knowing him he is probably out there right now threatening to blast this entire ship into nothing with his rust-bucket of a corvette." He placed a three fingered hand over his face. "Well at least we won't be alone much longer." Master Oden, could sense something soothing her spirit. It came to her through the Force, but not from the Force. She was stunned as she glanced down, to her abdomen. Grem felt it too as he was now glancing at Dorshe's stomach, innocence pure and good, and strong in the Force, the Lightside of the Force. "We aren't alone Grem." She could not yield her joy, even despite their situation.
The Millennium Falcon had unintentionally fallen out of hyperspace. Chevacca gave no verbal response, rather a smug roar to this obvious malfunction on the part of the dilapidated ship's behalf. Skywalker frantically at the controls analyzing what has happened to the engines finds no damage, leading to more confusion. Yoda turned his seat to the disgruntled Wookiee. "For once Chevacca it's not the Falcon who is to blame here. We didn't fall from hyperspace we were taken from it." Chevacca reached further into the Force, Yoda was right. "What could cause such a thing?" His paws flowing over the nav. console trying to activate the deflector shields to no success. Yoda gave up with the readout, and decided it would be easier to simply look out the main port. He didn't like what he saw. "That!" he pointed up. A large dark vessel, reminiscent of a massive solid flying beast closed in on the Millennium Falcon, then it unleashed a tractor beam over the corvette, pulling it closer and closer into the belly of the beast's hanger bay. "Looks like the Hyperdrive is the least of our troubles now?" Chevacca shot his friend a glance. "It is most likely a Sith battleship, and I believe they have been expecting us." Yoda could feel the same thing he did, the hate and anger coming from that ship was larger than its hull, it had to be a Sith vessel. "If that's true then why haven't they destroyed us? If we can sense them, then they can most certainly sense us too." But Yoda and Chevacca could sense something the Sith didn't, and for some reason knowing only of the force, they knew they had to be captured. Slowly the Falcon was guided into the bay opening underneath the ship's main hull, once there the ship's landing protocols took over as it set down inside the landing deck. It was reflective, almost like a great dark mirror as oppose to floor paneling. Then as the bay doors closed, a thousand Sith-soldiers marched onto the deck. Yoda stood up facing the nearest exit, "Lets' go meet our adoring public shall we?" Chevacca shook his head to spite his friend's unnecessary humor and followed as Skywalker made his way out of the cockpit. The Falcon's access ramp descended to be greeted by the wave of black clad soldiers, all of which were mounted with the finest of pulse rifles. A well built man with black slicked hair, dressed in what appeared to be a more high ranking formal uniform walked up to the Jedi masters. The large man paced around the two Jedi, examining them from head to toe. He snatched their lightsabres from their belts like a boy who had waited all year for a single present. He placed the sabres in his firm grip. "Take them to the cell with the others!" he ordered. Others? Yoda contained his words, so as to confine his confusion. A small squad of soldiers surrounded the Jedi pinning them with their reflective body shells they forced Masters Skywalker and Chevacca to move in their direction. One of the guards hit Chevacca with his rifle. "Move it Wookiee!" Chevacca responded with a "ROAR!" then proceeded on, leaving the trooper to literally piss his pants. One of the soldiers noticed his associate lagging behind. "Rodney keep up with formation!" He waddled up onto his assigned position, as the security team herded the Jedi through a long brightly lit hall. Yoda entered Chevacca's mind. What do you think they meant by 'the others'? I assume it means we will not be alone in our imprisonment. He returned. Maybe they can help us find way out of here? That's if they are friendly? Chevacca responded being the never ending pessimist that he can be in times of distress. The troops led the captured Jedi into a dark room, there they pinned the two into what appeared to be a painted square on the floor, the troopers backed away from Yoda and Chevacca, leaving the two alone inside the invisible barrier. Then one of the soldiers spoke. "Drop'em!" this sent surprise through the Jedi's as they did not know what the man implied, until the floor beneath them parted and they fell down, into another dark room. Dorshe' and Grem could feel the Force telling them to move. "Grem catch them!" together the Venad and Oden used their powers to ease the descent of Yoda and Chevacca. Grem managed to lead the Wookiee onto his feet, while Dorshe' simply let Skywalker float immobile so Dorshe' could confront her bearded friend on his stupid decision. "Hi Dorshe'!" he smirked sarcastically sensing the Orveasian's displeasure, then took awareness of her old smugglers disguise. "You look nice?" She returned his attempt of amusing her, by letting go of the Force's hold on Yoda's body, and he fell face first into the flooring below, only seriously damaging his self-esteem as oppose to his body. She crossed her arms again. "You Yoda Skywalker have reached a new plain of idiocy!" She spitefully remarked at the well toned man before her boots. Grem and Chevacca watched the show from the sidelines. "Well it's good to see you to my friend!" He lifted himself from the steel ground and stood up right, brushing his uniform off while doing so and taking notice of the laser walled cell that he and the Wookiee had fallen into. "How did you end up here? And what possessed you to drag Chevacca along with you?" her hands now placed squarely on her hips. "Chevacca volunteered to join me." "Only to protect him from that flying death trap he calls a Ship!" Chevacca made clear without entering the feud himself. ".We were on our way to assist the fleet in the War effort then this ship pulled us out of Hyperspace and imprisoned us with you, but if I knew I was going to be trapped here only to have my confidence lowered farther below Hoth's temperature, then I might have requested the guards to shoot me when they first arrested us!" his voice rose, then fell after he saw the looks on Dorshe' and Grem's faces. The young vurk broke the abrupt silence. "If you stick around long enough, they will do 'Just' that Master Skywalker!" Chevacca and Yoda turned their eyes onto Grem. "I fear the tone I sense when you say that Knight!" Venad sighed as he explained his motivation. "The Sith have sentenced me to be executed tomorrow, and now that you are here Master Chevacca it is very likely that you and Master Skywalker will be there to share in my sentence." Yoda was once again befuddled with information. "Us? But what of Dorshe'?" The Jedi could sense her pain, but this time she refused to succumb to its emotional state, rather refocus her energy to finding a way to escape, but she couldn't deny her self to answer her friends. "They won't dispose of me until my child is born, they wish for him to serve in their Dark army." Yoda was in shock, The Sith had gone to a far. He looked to Chevacca who was lending a hand to Grem's shoulder, the Wookiee knew what he was going to say next and it wasn't going to make matters any better. "Well we won't let that happen again." Now Dorshe' and Grem were confused, he could read their reactions and answered before they could even ask a question. "A Sith spy managed to sneak into the Temple and." Yoda bowed his head, in a remaining sign of his disbelief. ".they he stole one of the clones, and now there is no telling what will happen to it." "Well I don't know about you gentlemen?" Dorshe' cupped Yoda's hand in her own two, giving him her now endless strength emerging from within her body. "But I'm not going to sit back and let the Sith have their evil ways anymore and I' am certainly not going to wait in this Force forsaken place while my friends are going to be killed. If we are going to escape we are going to do it soon, and if we do get killed. I'd rather us die together." The other three Jedi, even without being in this current situation, were overcome with pride and Skywalker's confidence returned in time for him to ask. "So tell Me Master Oden! How do you suppose we escape?" he pulled out a small laugh. "We will have to spend what little time we have, and meditate." Grem slapped his forehead once again. ".hopefully the force will give us an answer to this problem."
The turbo-lift carried Master Skywalker down to the Hanger deck, now garbed in his traditional Jedi duty uniform Yoda was determined not to let anything get in the way of his plan. The lift came to a halt and the doors hissed open to reveal Master Chevacca blocking Yoda's exit, he was annoyed to see the Wookiee's sudden appearance. "How do you do that?" Yoda expelled. "Practice!" The furry man returned. "I can't allow you to do this Yoda!" "And why not Chevacca?" he returned. "I have assigned the last of the work abiding to the clones over to Master Kunda so as not to delay my work, and I have more than full authority to join the fleet in the War effort if I choose." "I have no objection to your desire to assist the Fleet!" the blonde man was caught of guard by the brown haired Jedi's words. "I only refuse to allow you to join the Fleet in that flying junk pile you consider a ship!" the wookiee then took a step to the side to point at the over-aged Corellian starship in the center of the flight deck. Master Skywalker couldn't help but laugh at Chevacca's observation. "That ship has been in my family for generations it has never let me down." "The 'Millennium Falcon' belongs in a Museum not a Dog fight. For the Love of the force Yoda, that thing is older than the New Republic itself, and the more you upgrade it the more it falls apart! For all anyone knows the engines will fall out before you can even enter Hyperspace!" Yoda placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well if it's my faith in the Force that hold's that ship together. Then the Falcon should be just fine!" just then, a small portion of the of the falcon's hull, fell loose, dangling by a few wires. Chevacca stood there, with the raised brow and crossed arms of a man who was proven correct by the Force. "I'm still going on that ship; I won't have it any other way!" "I knew it was hopeless to change your mind, you're a Skywalker! That's why I'm coming with you!" Chevacca parted his robes, to display his own specially fitted Jedi uniform. "Glad to have you onboard!" Skywalker then stepped out of the lift as the pair made their way to the Falcon's access ramp. As they passed the hanging piece of metal, Chevacca calmly ripped it off and handed it to Yoda who then tossed it onto an open storage bin that contained even more of the Falcon's broken pieces. "I have a bad feeling about this." The Skywalker tapped a panel located in the corridor adjacent to the access ramp, sealing the entry hatch and then hailing flight control. "Flight control this is Master Skywalker, open the bay doors, I and Master Chevacca have matters that need immediate attention!" "Yes Master Skywalker." the control droid responded. "Doors opening, May the Force be with you!" "And also with you!" he released the hold on the console then proceeded to the cockpit. A small room barely capable of fitting four people, filled with glowing lights illuminating from the hundreds of panels mounted into the walls of the control-room. If it was one thing that pleased Chevacca about this ship, it's that the navigation chair was designed to meet the comfort needs of a Wookiee. This only left Yoda manning the conn station. The Bay doors parted as the Millennium Falcon's landing gears retracted and the corellian vessel hovered over the deck beneath it. Slowly the tranquil light of the coruscantian dawn poured into the hanger bay, consuming its surface with the majestic colors of red, purple, and orange. The Millennium Falcon's reflective shell glowed with warming hues, "let's get going." With a great push of its massive rear repulse thruster, it shot into the low hanging morning clouds. And as the sky past them, stars began to surround them, they heard him.the innocence.that could only belong to a child not yet of this world.but alive.and with the Force. They knew where to go now, Umgul. "Once we exit the hyperspace border set course for the Umgul sector!" "Already plotted!" Chevacca rotated his seat to face Yoda. "What do you think it was?" "I don't know, It felt like Dorshe' but it didn't at the same time?" He pondered further only to remain lost in the possibilities from Coruscant to the Hyperspace Border, and even with so much time, he remained as befuddled as his Wookiee friend. "We have reached the border now entering Hyperspace!" the hyperdrive began to slowly grumble, then gave out. Chevacca glanced at Skywalker, and Yoda returned his glare. "I got it!" The bearded man raised his left fist high above his head then slammed it down onto the main console. The Millennium Falcon's engines came back to life, signified by the ship booming into Hyperspace.
The room was dark, if it were not for the illumination of the shield walls that contained them, Dorshe' and Grem would be blinded by blackness. The cold steel floor was all they could touch with out being scorched by the cell's powerful barriers. All they could do was sleep, and meditate; the Jedi could not speak to others with the force for rescue. It was quite apparent that what Master Oden and her vurk counterpart were on was populated by hundreds of Sith, any effort to contact others through the bond that Jedi share was thwarted by Sith disciples constantly shielding the room, and the entire ship from any sigh of existence. "It's hopeless." Grem exhaled. Again Dorshe' is upset with Venad's lack of optimism. "The situation is intimidating yes, but 'Hopeless'!" she smirked despite the situation they were trapped in. "I wouldn't be a Jedi if I believed anything was hopeless." Grem was to tired to argue, especially with a female Jedi master like Dorshe' Oden. "Your right master Oden, but still what else can we do?" She gave him an answer with her eyes closed and chin pointed to the ceiling as she removed the pin that bounded her long dark strands. "All we can do now is wait and." Don't say it! He pleaded to his inner voice that it not be what they have been doing for the past six hours. .Meditate! His inner voice did respond to his cry, and it sounded an awful lot like Master Dorshe'. The blue reptile refolded his legs on the floor, and began to calm his mind to a trance like state once again. Before he could fully reach such a condition the room filled with a stunning bright light, completing obliterating any hope for the two Jedi to reach full meditation now. Their attention was now focused on the far wall, where a large hatch began to open, revealing a man garbed in a long black cloak. The Jedi, now forgone of trying to meditate, stood in their place so they might receive a better look at this Sith lord. He was the same being who captured them on Tatooine. The villain stepped close to the shield barrier, admiring its efficient beauty. "Such a wonderful invention this is" He smirked. "No way in or out! Marvelous!" he chuckled, while Oden and Venad were less than amused by his toying. "What have you done with the children you kidnapped?" Dorshe' snapped.
The Sith's smirk evaporated into his words. "'We' saved all of them from a useless and pitiful existence as Jedi!" He looked deeper into the Orveasians silver eyes. "Just as the Master did for me!" he continued on, "We sought them out, searched for their essences, made them aware of their power and give it to them freely!" Grem returned a glance to the man on the other side of the glowing red wall. "What right does your 'Master' have to mandate the lives of innocents?" "Much more than you mere Jedi!" he turned to the seven foot vurk. "We don't dictate their life the Force reveals the light to them." "The light? The Light!" His muscles began to tense with anger at the Jedi's impotence. "The Light has no power compared to that of the Darkside!" he started to pace around the four walled cell of energy. "All you do is debate and meditate and rely on your technological advancements to help you overcome your trials and tribulations. You never took significant action, never truly used Force in your dealings and for that you are weaker. No one should be subject to weakness, it's what destroys purity" "You don't know what purity even is!" Dorshe' turned to the Sith as he walked out of her limited angle of view. "What ever 'purity' you had, has become tainted by irrational hate, undirected anger, and false faith in something you don't completely understand!" He halted tightening his hands into powerful fists, Dorshe' could feel his heart burning! "Your name is.Quinn.isn't it?" his heart was a book to her. "You mother was.Telad and your father was.Rec." Grem could see it too. ".you have two sisters.your home is a small hut on Dantooine.You'r.." ".Silence, Silence! SILENCE!" she acted as if his outburst were that of a child not getting his way from his parent. He then ripped his cloak off his skull to reveal a face sacred by tortuous black tattoos of hate and pain. "Quinn is dead! Darth Lulet arose from his ashes a long time ago!" Grem and Dorshe' did not waiver at his yelling! "He has no life. He never was, but I am!" he became so enraged that he punched his fist into the laser surface of the cell. "Agh!" The broken man pulled his melted hand away into his body, cradling it as if that same small child was knelt down protecting a sick beast. Dorshe' kneeled down as well to look the poor man in the eyes. "Power!, purity, Lulet?" she lifted her hand up so as to barely touch the barrier. "The Sith possess no such things!" "Hate leads to Anger, Anger causes Suffering, Suffering to Pain and Pain to Loss!" Grem injected. "This is the way of the Sith!" "You know nothing better! The amount of Power one yields for self means nothing to the Force." She them placed her hand against the laser wall. It did not even tickle the Jedi master's skin. "It's how you use that Power to benefit all! That's what matters to the Force!" Lulet looked up with painful eyes of undirected hate, before he could speak, the room became dark again, and the door closed as the omnipresent image of the Royal Dark Master appeared. Lulet's pain grew more as he groveled to the floor, bowing his head and laying his arms towards his lord, displaying his battered limb. Dorshe' and Grem stood tall in defiance of the menacing projection. The Dark master took notice of Darth Lulet's injury, not caring much for his wellbeing. "Darth Lulet, leave before I tend to the wound in a matter less existent of gene-replication." "Yes my Master!" he muttered as he wasted no time finding his own exit, still holding his burnt appendage while the hatch closed behind him. The evil woman redirected her attention to her caged Jedi. "Try as you might Jedi. You cannot sway my disciples so easily." "Your disciples?" Dorshe' confronted, causing the image to pull her head back in spite of the interruption. "I might not be the foremost expert on Sith hierarchy, but I was aware that if any thing else, the Sith were only disciples of the Darkside of the Force." Master Oden's arms crossed themselves over her chest, as to represent an unbreakable wall. The dark woman sneered at the smart-mouthed Jedi. "I was born of the Darkside!" The Jedi were struck by confusion. "You find this hard to comprehend, don't you? Even with all the great miracles for which the Force has brought to the Jedi. You find it difficult to believe that Darkside is capable of such a feat, despite its obvious power." Venad's eyes grew with intensity. "What do you mean you were born of the Darkside? No one can be born of the Darkside!" "Don't you spew your Jedi propaganda at me you simpleton." Her voice returned in echo through the walls of the black room. Causing the metal to pang with a quake of anger, "Must I be the one to remind you of the Great Anakin Skywalker! One who was conceived purely of the Force, the one who brought true balance to the Force by ridding the universe of the Jedi scum, during the Glorious rise of the Empire, as Darth Vader." Dorshe' could not hold back the tiny laugh she expelled as the Sith woman finished her banter. "Ha! And you say my friend here is the one who spews propaganda!" Now the Sith master was lost in thought. "Yes Anakin Skywalker was conceived and born solely of the Force, and yes he did fall to the temptations of the Darkside of the Force. But what you misunderstood was that Anakin brought the Balance to the Force not Vader." She paced the limits of her cell as she retold the ancient story. "You see my dear Sith, during the Battle of Endor onboard the infamous Deathstar of the Empire. Luke Skywalker, Anakin's son you know no doubt, dueled with his father while the Emperor Palpatine watched from the sidelines. As the fight became more tense and Luke himself almost became devoured by the Darkside, the Jedi struck a crippling blow to his father. Weakening him before the Emperor, but the young Skywalker refused to share in his father's fate and purged his evil emotions, spoiling the Emperor's failed scheme." Grem joined in once again, screwing any respect he would have for a person like the Sith master emitted before them. "The Emperor was not pleased with Luke's refusal to join the Darkside, so rather than let the crippled Vader try to finish his son. Palpatine unleashed his furry upon Skywalker, sending pain into his body through the Darkside, the Emperor had Luke near to death with his vicious attack." Dorshe' concluded, standing ever so close to the holo-image without touching the energy-wall. "But whatever was left of Anakin Skywalker inside the shell of Darth Vader could not allow himself to watch his son's demise and with a great surge of the Force now acting through him. Anakin lifted Palpatine over his head, and tossed him into the core of the Deathstar, destroying the Emperor, the empire, and what ever darkness remained of Darth Vader. Anakin Skywalker was a Jedi again, and shortly after his reconversion he became one with the Force." Dorshe' smiled. "So as you now know. Skywalker was born of the Light, and only died to become one with the Force." "Allowing Generations of Skywalkers and Jedi alike to rebuild the Order and serve as an example of the Force's true power." Grem smirked also. The projection of the Sith woman remained still, as if the projector had froze up on the transmission. Her shaded face covered by the darkness casted by her low cloak, gave no other expression but rage. Then she spoke, "Your lies will not save you now Jedi, welcome to your new home. From this moment on you will either serve me or die." Grem's voice snarled like that of his peoples ancestors. "In the immortal words of Luke Skywalker." His eyes started to glow with virtue. ".Never!" "Well then young Jedi, as of this time tomorrow, you will finally be one with your precious Force! But you master Oden." Dorshe' was caught off guard by the Sith's calm voice. ".we will require your services in the future." "I would rather be executed with my fellow Jedi." She stood closer to add support for Venad. "Oh no Master Oden not yet! You have something we need." the Dark master pointed to Dorshe' stomach a horrible sensation of terror then washed over the slender woman as she realized what the Sith truly meant! ".Your child will make a great asset to the Sith. Indeed will be a powerful warrior." Dorshe' could not collect her words enough to speak as the Sith looked down at an invisible object to read off the vital information before she concluded. "Yes indeed.I have just been informed by your ships commander that there is a small ship heading for in your direction. No doubt it's some foolish Jedi attempting an even more foolish rescue." Yoda! Dorshe' spited her friend's name in her mind. "Well then, you may quell your fears Master Oden, it appears that your hideous reptilian companion will not perish alone after all." Her villainous smile grew in an inexplicably inhuman manner. "Farewell Jedi!" the artificial phantom vanished. Grem looked to Master Oden, not needing to sense her distress as it was evident through her body language. "It will not come to that Master Oden!" She took strength from the Force before she returned her focus to the vurk. "No Grem, It won't! The Force will not allow it!" She had to be strong now, Dorshe' would not fall to the Darkside, never. "Who is it that the Sith said were coming here?" Dorshe' smirked at Grem's naïve comment not remembering that he hadn't known Yoda as Long as she had. "Master Skywalker! only he would do something so stupid, knowing him he is probably out there right now threatening to blast this entire ship into nothing with his rust-bucket of a corvette." He placed a three fingered hand over his face. "Well at least we won't be alone much longer." Master Oden, could sense something soothing her spirit. It came to her through the Force, but not from the Force. She was stunned as she glanced down, to her abdomen. Grem felt it too as he was now glancing at Dorshe's stomach, innocence pure and good, and strong in the Force, the Lightside of the Force. "We aren't alone Grem." She could not yield her joy, even despite their situation.
The Millennium Falcon had unintentionally fallen out of hyperspace. Chevacca gave no verbal response, rather a smug roar to this obvious malfunction on the part of the dilapidated ship's behalf. Skywalker frantically at the controls analyzing what has happened to the engines finds no damage, leading to more confusion. Yoda turned his seat to the disgruntled Wookiee. "For once Chevacca it's not the Falcon who is to blame here. We didn't fall from hyperspace we were taken from it." Chevacca reached further into the Force, Yoda was right. "What could cause such a thing?" His paws flowing over the nav. console trying to activate the deflector shields to no success. Yoda gave up with the readout, and decided it would be easier to simply look out the main port. He didn't like what he saw. "That!" he pointed up. A large dark vessel, reminiscent of a massive solid flying beast closed in on the Millennium Falcon, then it unleashed a tractor beam over the corvette, pulling it closer and closer into the belly of the beast's hanger bay. "Looks like the Hyperdrive is the least of our troubles now?" Chevacca shot his friend a glance. "It is most likely a Sith battleship, and I believe they have been expecting us." Yoda could feel the same thing he did, the hate and anger coming from that ship was larger than its hull, it had to be a Sith vessel. "If that's true then why haven't they destroyed us? If we can sense them, then they can most certainly sense us too." But Yoda and Chevacca could sense something the Sith didn't, and for some reason knowing only of the force, they knew they had to be captured. Slowly the Falcon was guided into the bay opening underneath the ship's main hull, once there the ship's landing protocols took over as it set down inside the landing deck. It was reflective, almost like a great dark mirror as oppose to floor paneling. Then as the bay doors closed, a thousand Sith-soldiers marched onto the deck. Yoda stood up facing the nearest exit, "Lets' go meet our adoring public shall we?" Chevacca shook his head to spite his friend's unnecessary humor and followed as Skywalker made his way out of the cockpit. The Falcon's access ramp descended to be greeted by the wave of black clad soldiers, all of which were mounted with the finest of pulse rifles. A well built man with black slicked hair, dressed in what appeared to be a more high ranking formal uniform walked up to the Jedi masters. The large man paced around the two Jedi, examining them from head to toe. He snatched their lightsabres from their belts like a boy who had waited all year for a single present. He placed the sabres in his firm grip. "Take them to the cell with the others!" he ordered. Others? Yoda contained his words, so as to confine his confusion. A small squad of soldiers surrounded the Jedi pinning them with their reflective body shells they forced Masters Skywalker and Chevacca to move in their direction. One of the guards hit Chevacca with his rifle. "Move it Wookiee!" Chevacca responded with a "ROAR!" then proceeded on, leaving the trooper to literally piss his pants. One of the soldiers noticed his associate lagging behind. "Rodney keep up with formation!" He waddled up onto his assigned position, as the security team herded the Jedi through a long brightly lit hall. Yoda entered Chevacca's mind. What do you think they meant by 'the others'? I assume it means we will not be alone in our imprisonment. He returned. Maybe they can help us find way out of here? That's if they are friendly? Chevacca responded being the never ending pessimist that he can be in times of distress. The troops led the captured Jedi into a dark room, there they pinned the two into what appeared to be a painted square on the floor, the troopers backed away from Yoda and Chevacca, leaving the two alone inside the invisible barrier. Then one of the soldiers spoke. "Drop'em!" this sent surprise through the Jedi's as they did not know what the man implied, until the floor beneath them parted and they fell down, into another dark room. Dorshe' and Grem could feel the Force telling them to move. "Grem catch them!" together the Venad and Oden used their powers to ease the descent of Yoda and Chevacca. Grem managed to lead the Wookiee onto his feet, while Dorshe' simply let Skywalker float immobile so Dorshe' could confront her bearded friend on his stupid decision. "Hi Dorshe'!" he smirked sarcastically sensing the Orveasian's displeasure, then took awareness of her old smugglers disguise. "You look nice?" She returned his attempt of amusing her, by letting go of the Force's hold on Yoda's body, and he fell face first into the flooring below, only seriously damaging his self-esteem as oppose to his body. She crossed her arms again. "You Yoda Skywalker have reached a new plain of idiocy!" She spitefully remarked at the well toned man before her boots. Grem and Chevacca watched the show from the sidelines. "Well it's good to see you to my friend!" He lifted himself from the steel ground and stood up right, brushing his uniform off while doing so and taking notice of the laser walled cell that he and the Wookiee had fallen into. "How did you end up here? And what possessed you to drag Chevacca along with you?" her hands now placed squarely on her hips. "Chevacca volunteered to join me." "Only to protect him from that flying death trap he calls a Ship!" Chevacca made clear without entering the feud himself. ".We were on our way to assist the fleet in the War effort then this ship pulled us out of Hyperspace and imprisoned us with you, but if I knew I was going to be trapped here only to have my confidence lowered farther below Hoth's temperature, then I might have requested the guards to shoot me when they first arrested us!" his voice rose, then fell after he saw the looks on Dorshe' and Grem's faces. The young vurk broke the abrupt silence. "If you stick around long enough, they will do 'Just' that Master Skywalker!" Chevacca and Yoda turned their eyes onto Grem. "I fear the tone I sense when you say that Knight!" Venad sighed as he explained his motivation. "The Sith have sentenced me to be executed tomorrow, and now that you are here Master Chevacca it is very likely that you and Master Skywalker will be there to share in my sentence." Yoda was once again befuddled with information. "Us? But what of Dorshe'?" The Jedi could sense her pain, but this time she refused to succumb to its emotional state, rather refocus her energy to finding a way to escape, but she couldn't deny her self to answer her friends. "They won't dispose of me until my child is born, they wish for him to serve in their Dark army." Yoda was in shock, The Sith had gone to a far. He looked to Chevacca who was lending a hand to Grem's shoulder, the Wookiee knew what he was going to say next and it wasn't going to make matters any better. "Well we won't let that happen again." Now Dorshe' and Grem were confused, he could read their reactions and answered before they could even ask a question. "A Sith spy managed to sneak into the Temple and." Yoda bowed his head, in a remaining sign of his disbelief. ".they he stole one of the clones, and now there is no telling what will happen to it." "Well I don't know about you gentlemen?" Dorshe' cupped Yoda's hand in her own two, giving him her now endless strength emerging from within her body. "But I'm not going to sit back and let the Sith have their evil ways anymore and I' am certainly not going to wait in this Force forsaken place while my friends are going to be killed. If we are going to escape we are going to do it soon, and if we do get killed. I'd rather us die together." The other three Jedi, even without being in this current situation, were overcome with pride and Skywalker's confidence returned in time for him to ask. "So tell Me Master Oden! How do you suppose we escape?" he pulled out a small laugh. "We will have to spend what little time we have, and meditate." Grem slapped his forehead once again. ".hopefully the force will give us an answer to this problem."