A/N-Okay, I know the first chapter was a little......ewww, but it had to be
done to get the point across. I do not want you to think that you can go
right up to this thing and pet it.
Do not pet it.
Disclaimer-'kay, I do not own anything that belongs to Master Lucas:(
Nor any of the Koontz quotes. Happy?:)
Note- since I cannot figure out how to get italics on here, this little thing ~ will stand for a persons thoughts. Let the ewwwness continue!
Chapter Two-Twilight Hours-Musings(a.k.a something I threw together to link the fist and third chapters:)
~Where's her body?~
Dram's words echoed over and over in Qui-Gon's mind as he tried to sleep later that same night. Where was the body of Maris? He had seen enough gore in the cock-pit to last him a few lifetimes, but not enough to warrant that the girls entire body being shredded like that. If whatever It was-
~Don't call it It~
-had been smart enough to place the apprentice's head where they would be sure to find it and react the way they had, then what did It-
~DON"T call it It~
-want with a decapitated body?
He shuddered despite the thick blanket and twisted in the cot uncomfortably. Through the wall he could hear Dram still up and tinkering with whatever he was working on, and Mace on the other side-snoring, and loudly.
Peire had chosen a room as far away from his fellow Knights as possible. Qui-Gon couldn't figure that one out, he was obviously intelligent, but he hadn't even given the slain bodies a second glance after they had finished clearing out the Twilight Kiss, cold and distant as the Moons of Adon.
Dram didn't like him. Dram didn't like anyone in what he called the "data-worm" category, which consisted of those who relied on facts and evidence before they believed what was right before their eyes. Qui-Gon thought that Dram just made that up because he himself didn't know what a data-worm was. The blue-eyed Knight did, however, admit that it sounded good and fit their quiet companion perfectly.
Silence seeped into his cabin, telling him that Dram had at last given in to sleep. Qui-Gon sighed and rolled over once more. He should have brought Hart, or even Mneth Dartain instead of Dram. The blond Knight was too connected to Adsion and his Padawan, and it showed that he was clearly having a hard time working with so much death.
Or at least to those closest to him, anyone else would have though he'd never met the Master in his entire life. Janny was like that.
~Found Adsion ripped to shreds, and his lightsaber trashed. Found Maris's head and no body, but found her saber in the same room? What does it mean? Or does it mean anything?~
Qui-Gon growled at his inability to sleep. Perhaps in the morning, they could recover the Kiss's log and find a clue.
He rolled again and stared at the ceiling.
~Where's her body?~
Do not pet it.
Disclaimer-'kay, I do not own anything that belongs to Master Lucas:(
Nor any of the Koontz quotes. Happy?:)
Note- since I cannot figure out how to get italics on here, this little thing ~ will stand for a persons thoughts. Let the ewwwness continue!
Chapter Two-Twilight Hours-Musings(a.k.a something I threw together to link the fist and third chapters:)
~Where's her body?~
Dram's words echoed over and over in Qui-Gon's mind as he tried to sleep later that same night. Where was the body of Maris? He had seen enough gore in the cock-pit to last him a few lifetimes, but not enough to warrant that the girls entire body being shredded like that. If whatever It was-
~Don't call it It~
-had been smart enough to place the apprentice's head where they would be sure to find it and react the way they had, then what did It-
~DON"T call it It~
-want with a decapitated body?
He shuddered despite the thick blanket and twisted in the cot uncomfortably. Through the wall he could hear Dram still up and tinkering with whatever he was working on, and Mace on the other side-snoring, and loudly.
Peire had chosen a room as far away from his fellow Knights as possible. Qui-Gon couldn't figure that one out, he was obviously intelligent, but he hadn't even given the slain bodies a second glance after they had finished clearing out the Twilight Kiss, cold and distant as the Moons of Adon.
Dram didn't like him. Dram didn't like anyone in what he called the "data-worm" category, which consisted of those who relied on facts and evidence before they believed what was right before their eyes. Qui-Gon thought that Dram just made that up because he himself didn't know what a data-worm was. The blue-eyed Knight did, however, admit that it sounded good and fit their quiet companion perfectly.
Silence seeped into his cabin, telling him that Dram had at last given in to sleep. Qui-Gon sighed and rolled over once more. He should have brought Hart, or even Mneth Dartain instead of Dram. The blond Knight was too connected to Adsion and his Padawan, and it showed that he was clearly having a hard time working with so much death.
Or at least to those closest to him, anyone else would have though he'd never met the Master in his entire life. Janny was like that.
~Found Adsion ripped to shreds, and his lightsaber trashed. Found Maris's head and no body, but found her saber in the same room? What does it mean? Or does it mean anything?~
Qui-Gon growled at his inability to sleep. Perhaps in the morning, they could recover the Kiss's log and find a clue.
He rolled again and stared at the ceiling.
~Where's her body?~