~Whoooooohooooo~
Disclaimer: Sigh, does it really need said? I don't own Star Wars or anything created by Master Lucas. Lalala, and if you try and sue me, all you will get a cat named Lloyd. Have fun. Lloyd doesn't like strangers. Hissssyow!!!
Chapter 4--Darkfall
"Lights."
Instantly the Twilight Kiss came alive, the power flooding back into starved circuits and wires, banishing the black gloom with strong white light. The feed cable that linked the Kiss to the Wake Angel had held, despite Jerit's skepticism that such a weak link could possibly return the cruiser to power. Another score for Dram, who had dragged the cable along for a alternate version for the Creeper and had absolutely refused to board the Twilight Kiss without lights. Qui-Gon relented, after all, Janny was possibly one of the best all-around Knights at the Temple and a complete master with a lightsaber, if HE wasn't going on the Kiss without power, that said something.
You guys reading me?
"Unfortunately." Dram muttered as the airlock doors closed with a echoing thud behind the retrievel team.
What was that? Peire's ever-serious voice cut into the head-set that the blond wore, identical to those of the others who had so foolishly volunteered to return to the Twilight Kiss with the Jedi.
Jayce's muffed snort of laughter was the Barisian's only answer.
Qui-Gon stepped farther inside the dead ship.. "Right then, I want Dram, Haris and Jayce to go to the cock-pit and see if there is anything that Peire missed in the files. We keep in contact at all times and we stay together, I cannot stress that enough. Mace, Yix and I will head to the cargo bay--"
Qui-Gon stopped, seeing his fellow Knight's skeptical expression's at these orders. "Problems?" he asked after they snapped back to attention when he had stopped speaking.
Dram shrugged and returned to watching the hall with a blue eyed glare, Mace looked plantive. "You really want to split up?"
Is there any problems? Peire asked, sounding annoyed over the head-set. Qui-Gon adjusted the earpiece and answered that all was fine and they were just getting their bearings.
Dram was twirling his lightsaber in one hand as they cautiously approached the spilit in the main hallway, one flick and the blade would ignite in a emerald flare. Qui-Gon shrugged off the sudden flare of unease as they seperated and the Illian Knight lead Haris and Jayce back to that hellish cock-pit. Dram was considered one of the greatest at the Temple with a saber, and the second-mate Haris had assured him that both he and Jayce were dead-on aims with blasters.
~I though there wasn't anything to worry about?~ his inner voice nagged. He thought it sounded suspiciously like Dram. The tall Knight glanced back at the blond, just to make sure. Jani was still twirling his saber in one hand as they walked around a corner and out of sight, and was apparently humming something under his breath, amplified by the comm-unit on his head- set.
Qui-Gon grimanced.
Aurora and the Supernovas.
The cargo bay should be right ahead Qui-Gon.
"Thanks Peire." he returned. Mace halted as his tall friend and the dark haired Yix joined him at the cargo area.
"Ready or not." Mace muttered and glanced at Qui-Gon. "Mostly not."
Qui-Gon shrugged and pressed forward.
The cargo bay looked much the same as the last time he had been there, stacks of blocky crates in the far corner, the floor littered and scratched with those odd claw rents, and the scattered shards of a lightsaber crystal near the back-up generator.
Yix made his way over to the crates while Mace bent over the crystal shards. Qui-Gon stood in the middle of the cargo bay, keeping a general eye on things as his dark friend abandoned the crystals and went to aid Yix with the crates, helping the slight crewmen move the bulky boxes with the Force and good old fashioned muscle.
Hey Q.G.J! Dram's voice barged into his ear loudly at the same time as Peire's, who was telling him that the other Knight and his group were moving back towards to main hall.
Already?
There wasn't much left. Jayce answered. He could just see her tossing that auburn mane of hers as she said this. And the longer we stay on, the longer we test that power link.
It'll hold. Dram grumbled over the head-set comm.
Don't hurry on our account. Mace informed them, nudging a blacked tarped crate to the side via the Force and inspecting the vents behind it.
Qui-Gon felt a twitch along the Force, something much like a insect caught in a spider's web twang of a certain....wrongness...Mace was saying something to Yix about the vents and were they lead--
--and the lights went out.
"Alright." Mace said loudly, and a quick shuffle of feet told of a retreat to the center of the room. "Who didn't pay the bill?"
A echo of confused cries from the main hallway reached them. Hey! You guys--
We're fine Janny. Qui-Gon answered the frantic question with more calm than he felt. A Jedi Master had died in this room-a whole ship of people had died in this room and they were only three strong and why was he panicing because it was only a power short-out and Peire should have it up and going in about a nano-second because if he didn't he was going to KILL him and WHY IN THE HELL WASN'T THE POWER BACK ON!!!!!!
~Breath Jinn, just breath.~
"What was that?" Yix whispered frantically.
~SITH!!!!!!~
A rattle of metal hitting metal from near the vents that Mace was inspecting just a moment ago. He heard his friend hiss and the quick movement of a lightsaber being held ready.
~Do NOT panic~
Scrabbling of many feet pinging off the floor in the vast room, pulling a heavy weight and franticly scuttling about.
Uhhh so what do we do? Dram's question sounded entirely too loudly in the cargo bay. Qui-Gon could feel as if many, shiny black eyes as cold as a distant star turn to that sound.
Dram. he said as quietly as he could without betraying something was wrong. Take Jayce and Haris back to the Wake Angel.
A low hissing sound from the darkness. The shuffle of something dragging.
What about you guys-
And see if Peire can get the power back on.
Chittering in the gloom.
Dram didn't answer, but he heard him barking something into a personal comm-unit even without the head-set.
Lights please Peire. he snapped, and whatever lurked in the black scuttled towards the sound of his voice, chittering excitedly.
No answer from the other Jedi. Qui-Gon was about to suggest they edge towards the exit, when a high blast of chittering froze the blood in his veins. There was a whoosh of air and the Jedi dove aside on instict, a green flash of light mingling with blue as two lightsabers activated in unison.
Another burst of high chitteres, the clacking of something and the backwash of light from the blades illuminated the area around them.
Qui-Gon almost wished it hadn't.
A hissing scream this time as the light flashed into its many eyes, forcing it half into the shadows, but was enough for them to see a low- slung, insectile body covered in what seemed to be....scales..and beyond that--
Yix howled in fright and tried to run, where neither Jedi knew, but before Mace could grab the terrified man, he bolted for the bay doors.
The monster vanished into the darkness.
"YIX!" Mace yelled. "NO!!"
The lights flickered in a effort to restore them to sight. Qui-Gon caught a glimpse of a impossibly long tail snapping over a scaly back and Yix screamed once more before they were once again the the dark.
The creatures warbleing call was drown out by a sound almost as terrible, screams, echos of the past brought back to the future by this hellish...thing....
MASTER NOOOOOO!!!
RUN MARIS!!
Screams, so primal that no human in his right mind could have made, the screams of the dying and beyond, something that found the soul from where it dwelt in the body and feasted......
"--the Hell...." Mace snarled, backing up to Qui-Gon, his saber gripped tightly.
MASTER!!!!
"ILLIAN!!!" howled another voice, a war cry from a world wild and untameable as the wind and twin flashes of gree and blue glowing blades erupted into the black as Dram Jani leapt at the monster, both weapons pointed down and driving home for a killing blow.
Inhuman screeching, then the two light blades flashing in a dizzing defensive pattern, sizzling sounds of sabers cutting through spidely legs, a furious clacking noice and then the terrible sound of something squishing before the blue blade powered down. Qui-Gon had forgotten that Dram had taken possesion of Maris Mynal's weapon.
"Dirty bastard." a harsh voice spat, thick with his homeland accent in his anger.
"Janny...."
"Jayce and Haris are on the Angel." Dram snapped, the sound of a boot kicking something in contempt.
"That did not kill the entire crew of the Kiss." Mace growled. Qui-Gon agreed. Dram's footsteps started towards them.
"Are you sure it's dead?"
Dram snorted and at that moment, the lights flickered again, a muscle twitched and snapped forward.
"DRAM LOOK OUT!!!" Qui-Gon shouted. The blond man started to turn, but the barbed end of the creatures tail exploded through his shoulder, dragging him down, his saber falling from his hand.
Then the lights died again.
Disclaimer: Sigh, does it really need said? I don't own Star Wars or anything created by Master Lucas. Lalala, and if you try and sue me, all you will get a cat named Lloyd. Have fun. Lloyd doesn't like strangers. Hissssyow!!!
Chapter 4--Darkfall
"Lights."
Instantly the Twilight Kiss came alive, the power flooding back into starved circuits and wires, banishing the black gloom with strong white light. The feed cable that linked the Kiss to the Wake Angel had held, despite Jerit's skepticism that such a weak link could possibly return the cruiser to power. Another score for Dram, who had dragged the cable along for a alternate version for the Creeper and had absolutely refused to board the Twilight Kiss without lights. Qui-Gon relented, after all, Janny was possibly one of the best all-around Knights at the Temple and a complete master with a lightsaber, if HE wasn't going on the Kiss without power, that said something.
You guys reading me?
"Unfortunately." Dram muttered as the airlock doors closed with a echoing thud behind the retrievel team.
What was that? Peire's ever-serious voice cut into the head-set that the blond wore, identical to those of the others who had so foolishly volunteered to return to the Twilight Kiss with the Jedi.
Jayce's muffed snort of laughter was the Barisian's only answer.
Qui-Gon stepped farther inside the dead ship.. "Right then, I want Dram, Haris and Jayce to go to the cock-pit and see if there is anything that Peire missed in the files. We keep in contact at all times and we stay together, I cannot stress that enough. Mace, Yix and I will head to the cargo bay--"
Qui-Gon stopped, seeing his fellow Knight's skeptical expression's at these orders. "Problems?" he asked after they snapped back to attention when he had stopped speaking.
Dram shrugged and returned to watching the hall with a blue eyed glare, Mace looked plantive. "You really want to split up?"
Is there any problems? Peire asked, sounding annoyed over the head-set. Qui-Gon adjusted the earpiece and answered that all was fine and they were just getting their bearings.
Dram was twirling his lightsaber in one hand as they cautiously approached the spilit in the main hallway, one flick and the blade would ignite in a emerald flare. Qui-Gon shrugged off the sudden flare of unease as they seperated and the Illian Knight lead Haris and Jayce back to that hellish cock-pit. Dram was considered one of the greatest at the Temple with a saber, and the second-mate Haris had assured him that both he and Jayce were dead-on aims with blasters.
~I though there wasn't anything to worry about?~ his inner voice nagged. He thought it sounded suspiciously like Dram. The tall Knight glanced back at the blond, just to make sure. Jani was still twirling his saber in one hand as they walked around a corner and out of sight, and was apparently humming something under his breath, amplified by the comm-unit on his head- set.
Qui-Gon grimanced.
Aurora and the Supernovas.
The cargo bay should be right ahead Qui-Gon.
"Thanks Peire." he returned. Mace halted as his tall friend and the dark haired Yix joined him at the cargo area.
"Ready or not." Mace muttered and glanced at Qui-Gon. "Mostly not."
Qui-Gon shrugged and pressed forward.
The cargo bay looked much the same as the last time he had been there, stacks of blocky crates in the far corner, the floor littered and scratched with those odd claw rents, and the scattered shards of a lightsaber crystal near the back-up generator.
Yix made his way over to the crates while Mace bent over the crystal shards. Qui-Gon stood in the middle of the cargo bay, keeping a general eye on things as his dark friend abandoned the crystals and went to aid Yix with the crates, helping the slight crewmen move the bulky boxes with the Force and good old fashioned muscle.
Hey Q.G.J! Dram's voice barged into his ear loudly at the same time as Peire's, who was telling him that the other Knight and his group were moving back towards to main hall.
Already?
There wasn't much left. Jayce answered. He could just see her tossing that auburn mane of hers as she said this. And the longer we stay on, the longer we test that power link.
It'll hold. Dram grumbled over the head-set comm.
Don't hurry on our account. Mace informed them, nudging a blacked tarped crate to the side via the Force and inspecting the vents behind it.
Qui-Gon felt a twitch along the Force, something much like a insect caught in a spider's web twang of a certain....wrongness...Mace was saying something to Yix about the vents and were they lead--
--and the lights went out.
"Alright." Mace said loudly, and a quick shuffle of feet told of a retreat to the center of the room. "Who didn't pay the bill?"
A echo of confused cries from the main hallway reached them. Hey! You guys--
We're fine Janny. Qui-Gon answered the frantic question with more calm than he felt. A Jedi Master had died in this room-a whole ship of people had died in this room and they were only three strong and why was he panicing because it was only a power short-out and Peire should have it up and going in about a nano-second because if he didn't he was going to KILL him and WHY IN THE HELL WASN'T THE POWER BACK ON!!!!!!
~Breath Jinn, just breath.~
"What was that?" Yix whispered frantically.
~SITH!!!!!!~
A rattle of metal hitting metal from near the vents that Mace was inspecting just a moment ago. He heard his friend hiss and the quick movement of a lightsaber being held ready.
~Do NOT panic~
Scrabbling of many feet pinging off the floor in the vast room, pulling a heavy weight and franticly scuttling about.
Uhhh so what do we do? Dram's question sounded entirely too loudly in the cargo bay. Qui-Gon could feel as if many, shiny black eyes as cold as a distant star turn to that sound.
Dram. he said as quietly as he could without betraying something was wrong. Take Jayce and Haris back to the Wake Angel.
A low hissing sound from the darkness. The shuffle of something dragging.
What about you guys-
And see if Peire can get the power back on.
Chittering in the gloom.
Dram didn't answer, but he heard him barking something into a personal comm-unit even without the head-set.
Lights please Peire. he snapped, and whatever lurked in the black scuttled towards the sound of his voice, chittering excitedly.
No answer from the other Jedi. Qui-Gon was about to suggest they edge towards the exit, when a high blast of chittering froze the blood in his veins. There was a whoosh of air and the Jedi dove aside on instict, a green flash of light mingling with blue as two lightsabers activated in unison.
Another burst of high chitteres, the clacking of something and the backwash of light from the blades illuminated the area around them.
Qui-Gon almost wished it hadn't.
A hissing scream this time as the light flashed into its many eyes, forcing it half into the shadows, but was enough for them to see a low- slung, insectile body covered in what seemed to be....scales..and beyond that--
Yix howled in fright and tried to run, where neither Jedi knew, but before Mace could grab the terrified man, he bolted for the bay doors.
The monster vanished into the darkness.
"YIX!" Mace yelled. "NO!!"
The lights flickered in a effort to restore them to sight. Qui-Gon caught a glimpse of a impossibly long tail snapping over a scaly back and Yix screamed once more before they were once again the the dark.
The creatures warbleing call was drown out by a sound almost as terrible, screams, echos of the past brought back to the future by this hellish...thing....
MASTER NOOOOOO!!!
RUN MARIS!!
Screams, so primal that no human in his right mind could have made, the screams of the dying and beyond, something that found the soul from where it dwelt in the body and feasted......
"--the Hell...." Mace snarled, backing up to Qui-Gon, his saber gripped tightly.
MASTER!!!!
"ILLIAN!!!" howled another voice, a war cry from a world wild and untameable as the wind and twin flashes of gree and blue glowing blades erupted into the black as Dram Jani leapt at the monster, both weapons pointed down and driving home for a killing blow.
Inhuman screeching, then the two light blades flashing in a dizzing defensive pattern, sizzling sounds of sabers cutting through spidely legs, a furious clacking noice and then the terrible sound of something squishing before the blue blade powered down. Qui-Gon had forgotten that Dram had taken possesion of Maris Mynal's weapon.
"Dirty bastard." a harsh voice spat, thick with his homeland accent in his anger.
"Janny...."
"Jayce and Haris are on the Angel." Dram snapped, the sound of a boot kicking something in contempt.
"That did not kill the entire crew of the Kiss." Mace growled. Qui-Gon agreed. Dram's footsteps started towards them.
"Are you sure it's dead?"
Dram snorted and at that moment, the lights flickered again, a muscle twitched and snapped forward.
"DRAM LOOK OUT!!!" Qui-Gon shouted. The blond man started to turn, but the barbed end of the creatures tail exploded through his shoulder, dragging him down, his saber falling from his hand.
Then the lights died again.