The Eleventh Hour
Disclaimer--Don't own Star Wars, never will.
Author's Note--I had to finish all the X-Wing novels before I could start writing on this, so you blame them. Those things are addictive. And as a side note, I know things might be going a little fast with them finding out what it MIGHT be, but I am soooooo tired of them running around with nothing to do be scream at each other and get smacked down and freaked out by IT. Got it? Good.
Jangojangojangojanogojango.....kinda catchy isn't it? Try walking through the mall when someone's chanting it five hundred times a minute because they want the rotating Jango Fett bust in the book store. You know who you are, if you'd ever review ShalarinFae/I know who you are because you live five miles away and we have to find a day to watch all the SW movies and drink Mountain Dew when a stormtrooper does something stupid because you don't believe in answering e-mail thus I have resorted to shameful tactics such as this to entice you to start replying to your friends before we gang up and rip the tires off your car.
Or something to that effect.
Happy Birthday by the way, Shal, or should I say.......PINK CHICKEN!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Did Episode Two just freaking ROCK or what?! Yoda kicking @$$! Oh yeah! Yoda kicking @$$! Oh yeah!
Anyway.........~clears throat~
The whoosh of the door sliding open nearly covered the sound of Qui-Gon's pounding heart, but not quite. His out reaching hand brushed Jerit's arm as the captain of the Wake Angel sagged backward with the weigh of Yix dropping into him. In a flowing circle, the young Knight whirled and smashed his palm against the control panel, sealing to airlock shut once more, all in a mere moment of time.
As if it had never happened.
But it had. Dram's agonized howl had retreated to a painful snarl as the blond Knight slowly pulled himself off the floor, clutching his shoulder tightly and nothing but raging blue fire in his eyes. Mace had one hand on his brash friend to restrain him and the other clutching his lightsaber, his gaze alternating between Qui-Gon, the door and Yix.
Haris stood with a expression that mirrored Jayce's--surprised shock etching their features at their crewmen's supposed return from the dead and their captains display against the Jedi.
And that Sith-cursed chittering had once again started, a gentle scrapping sound against the airlock as the creatures sought entry, the find the ones who had escaped them.
"We all need to think rationally here...." Peire said with a shattering of the silence that had taken the inhabitants of the Wake Angel. "We have to...."
"Nothing to think about." Captain Jerit L'ttle returned harshly to the Barisian Jedi, then to Yix. "Are you alright?"
The crewmen shook his head, eyes so wide and huge that it would have been comical if they hadn't been filled with so much terror. Anything that issued from his mouth was so garbled from fear that it was completely inaudible.
Jerit shook him gently, then turned to Haris. "Take him to med-bay."
"What about Dram...." Jayce protested. The blond Knight sent her a glare that suggested he didn't appreciate her help and straightened with a masterful effort. "I'll live."
"Illians." Mace growled under his breath. "Fine, then at least wrap it before you bleed all over."
"Yes mother."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Mace, take Janny and escort Miss Jayce and Yix to the med-bay. Anything happens..."
"Tuck your head between your knees and kiss your...."
The tall Knight leveled a flat stare at them and made a shooing motion. "Peire and I can handle this."
Dram muttered something concerning Peire and Qui-Gon's ability to dress themselves alone, let alone guard the door and defuse the captain, before Mace dragged him off.
Qui-Gon wheeled back to the captain. "I wouldn't have advised that." he said dryly. The chittering had faded, drawn back to the hellish cargo hold.
For now.
Jerit drew himself up defensibly. "I am responisble for my crew."
"I am aware of that." the tall Knight agreed. "But the Force does not lie. Yix was dead."
"Your vaunted Force," the captain spat. "Dead men don't walk. Come on Haris, we have to see about deconnecting with the Kiss." And with that, the two officers dissapeared past the hall, leaving the Jedi to watch the airlock.
Peire shook his head sadly, his blue hair shining in the harsh light of the hallway. "If this is what I believe it is, then there is not a chance we will be able to leave."
A chill raced through Qui-Gon, sure as a Hoth blizzard. He faced the Barisian Jedi slowly. "Repeat that and explain." he said darkly, eyeing the airlock closely.
Peire shrugged. "I managed to recieve a reply from the Ghar military just as you entered the cargo bay of the Twilight Kiss."
"And you never thought to share this information until now? Peire, I'm going to LET Dram beat you."
The blue haired Knight continued without hearing Jinn. "They found the Nova's Fate (ITALICS BE SPIT UPON!!!) seemingly abandoned. Apparently, from the ship's log, the Kiss had docked with them for only a moment to answer a distress becon at Master Adsion's bidding and found nothing. The Kiss's Captain Plym reports that the ship was empty and reported it to the Ghar before continuing on."
"And salvaged materials." Jinn added and dared to peek through the airlock window. It might have been his imagination ot jittery nerves, but at the far end of the hallway, the phantom of a shadow flickered in his line of vision. He pulled back quickly.
"Correct." If the other Knight noticed his antics, he ignored them, and even didn't appear to lose that controled calm that Qui-Gon was striving for. "In the archives at the Temple, it speaks of a ancient Jedi, long before even the Sith Wars (mayhaps some facts will be a little shakey on the timeline of things, so anything wrong is my fault. Blame me, everyone else does:) called Fles Penja who......."
"Short, sweet and in Basic Peire."
This caused for a raised azure eyebrow. "....who left the Temple when the Council decreed that his experiments with the Darkside were too dangerous to be allowed continued."
Standing in the hallway of a ship connected with something that was beyond his comprehension, Qui-Gon stood, shocked into silence as Peire continued to tell of Fles Penja's fall to darkness and his subsequent dissaperance from the galaxy.
"They allowed......" Jinn started. Peire nodded. "It's a rather interesting read, though you must have the permission of the Council to obtain it. I believe that I was doing a special project for Master Plo......"
"It this thing Fles Penja?" Qui-Gon cut in.
"If it is, I imagine he's not going to be too fond of Jedi.....or anything living."
"So basically. we're all dead."
"Basically, only if it...he....gets off that ship before we can destroy it."
"We're going to blow it up?"
"Hopefully."
Jinn snatched up his head-set, still dangling from his side haphazadly and brought it to his mouth. MACE!!!!
A skrieking squelch told of damages beyond repair to the comm. Qui-Gon glared at it for a bare second before turning towards to med-bay. "Get on the comm and call the Temple!" he shouted back to Peire and used those long legs to his advantage in a all out sprint.
For ONCE he'd like something simple.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Mace Windu jiggled the head-set in his dark hands experimentally, wondering what that sudden skrieking sound had been while Dram sat sullenly, gnashing his teeth in either frustration, pain, or pure outrage that something had gotten the better of him.
Jayce Ltt'le, ofter ordering the ruined shirt off and settled Yix into a med-scanner, was now swabbing gently at the hole in the Illian's shoulder, ignoring his mumbled hisses and general grumbles.
"Can you move your arm?" the auburn haired spacer inquired, setting aside the crimson soaked cloth and water basin and picking up the neatly cut bandages at her side.
Dram favored her with a sqinched blue scowl and shook his head darkly. Jayce nodded and motioned for Mace to hold Jani's arm out so she could wrap it properly. "For the record, it went completely through bone and muscle, but it missed major veins and arteries. You're lucky."
Dram snorted. "Yeah. I'm lucky. Adsion and Maris.......not."
"That thing....things....didn't kill everyone on the Twilight Kiss." intoned Mace, shifting the blond's arm slightly. "You killed that one--"
"If I had killed it, I wouldn't be in the med-bay."
Mace ignored him. "And Qui-Gon and I went through at least four. They can be killed."
The bandage was done, leaving Jani's entire shoulder swathed in white and his left arm nearly immobile.
"If you could go a week without hurting yourself," Mace berated, imitating the blond's old Adonian master perfectly. Dram gave him a sour look.
"Hey, I'm gonna hear that enough when----IF--we get home."
"Wanna get home? Call Hart. She'd have these suckers killing themselves for hurting her little Janny."
Jayce let them banter while she bustled around the med-bay, checking the stat bar on the med-scanner Yix was laying on. The crewman seemed in a almost comatose state. She gave him the once over. Nothing seemed to be broken, and he wasn't bleeding any, not even a scratch. Puzzled, she turned, gazing at the Jedi as Dram tested his left hand for mobility, flexing his fingers.
Mace had gotten through with a few scrapes and bruises, the most prominate a cut on one leg, but it was barely bleeding.
Back to Yix. The brown haired man had small globs of......jelly-like stuff that spotted his clothing a exposed skin. It almost looked like it was sloughing off his skin, melting his clothing...part of his clothing...
And if both he and Dram had been in contact.....
The hell.......
She turned swiftly, returning to the Knights, they ceased talking and watched her intently. The auburn haired spacer picked up the cloth she had used to clean Dram's wound and spread it out, looking carefully.
"Strange." she murmmered.
Jani perked up in alarm. "Uhhhh...."strange" is not a good thing right now."
She pointed to a suspicious looking lump that still held a gelatinish (is that a word?) quality to it. "That was in your shoulder."
Blue eyes bulged. He looking at his swathed shoulder like he expected it to do something out of a horror holo-vid. "Forgive this utter lack of maleness, but.....ewwwwwwww."
"It looks like the stuff on Yix too?"
Mace went "ewwwwwwww."
Dram said "He's got STUFF on him?"
Jayce nodded.
"Ewwwwww." both Knights said in unision.
At the med-scanner, Yix groaned and began to thrash. Mace and Jayce both scrambled over to him, snatching at flailing limbs to hold him down before he harmed himself. Over the sudden screams of the stat bar and the spiking lines that accompanied the crewmens sudden awakening, the phrase "He's coming! oh gods he's coming!" was repeated over and over.
"Call Jerit!" Jayce yelled, getting a errant smack in the face before she could get a grip in Yix's arm. Dram leaped up, making for the comm-unit built into the wall when....
The lights flickered.
Yix screamed once more, a terrible wailing howl that tore at the mind and sought fear that lived inside, feeding it to a breaking point...then stopped.
The thrashing body went limp in Windu and Jayce's grip. Mace backed away, his dark gaze fixed on the expression of absolute fear that etched the crewmen's face in his final moment. The Jedi wiped his hands on instict on the legs of his pants, noting in disgust that they were sheathed in that same gelatin substance that had been on the crewmen.
Jayce stumbled backwads, into a table and sent instruments scattering in all directions, her face a fearful parody of her fellow crewmates.
The rows of bright light panels above them dimmed hesitantly, giving Mace and Dram enough time to reach for ready lightsabers before the coming darkness engulfed them.
Jayce made a fearful squeak and stumbled once more, this time to her knees before the panels snapped back on.
Yix's body was gone.
"What the hell is going on here....?" Mace hissed, reaching Jayce and dragging her to her feet, heading for the door when it abrubtly opened, revealing a disheveled Qui-Gon Jinn, lightsaber in hand.
"The lights.....Peire thinks he knows.....where's Yix?"
"Went out, Peire thinks he knows everything, and we don't know." answereed Mace, hauling Jayce to the door with Dram investigating the med- scanner, and under it.
Qui-Gon joined Dram cautiously, noting with relief that the bandage seemed to be helping. He heard the blond mutter something about "just like Maris's" and shake his head.
"Alright, Peire's contacting the Temple, let's go." Jinn ordered after he and the Illian Knight scoured the med-bay wiith no results.
Qui-Gon was the last out of the med-bay, but he still had the unnerving feeling he was being watched as the door slid shut and they backed towards the front of the Wake Angel, maybe to find out just what was happening, to find out what they were up against.
Dram suddenly snapped his fingers (on his good hand, his other hung limp at his side) and smiled darkly, a dark gleam in those every shade of blue eyes. "I got it."
"Is it contagious?" Mace quipped lightly.
Dram ignored him and focused on Qui-Gon and Jayce. "Aight, lights go on, lights go off, right?"
After a moment of deciphering what the Illian had just rattled off, Qui- Gon nodded. "Correct." he answered, narrowing his blue eyes shrewdly. A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Methinks me is. I knew that remote would come in handy." said an extremely pleased with himself Jedi Knight.
"How is this......remote going to help us?" Jayce demanded in equal parts fear and anger. The spacer was clinging to Mace's arm and didn't intent on letting go anytime soon. Qui-Gon could feel the erratic waves of emotions rolling off her through the Force, nothing but a deep seeded focus from Mace, and a savage glee from Dram, who was clearly happy that he was going to be able to play It
~Did you not tell yourself NOT to call it IT!~
on It's own game.
Lights on.
Lights off.
Simple as that, the remote could tap into any system and control it, snagging power away from It and dumping back to them.
Then the lights went off.
What the! Another cliffhanger? Could I be that evil? Yes indeed. And Moulin Rouge is playing in the background, so I have to go watch the end of it so I can cry my eyes out. Not a happy ending. Obi-Wan can sing. Really. Bwahahahahaha! ~throws confetti in the air~
Dram: Cheese it! Guys, get the darts, we're gonna have to sedate her again.
Qui-Gon: This ALWAYS happens. You HAD to give her the Mountain Dew, didn't you. *smacks Dram upside the head* The sign said "Do NOT feed the Weasel!"
Dram: *smacks back*
Mace: Dudes, stop and get the damned Weasel so she can finish this fic, I have a life too!
Pop Weasel: Nanahahahahahahaha!!
Till next chapter folks.
Disclaimer--Don't own Star Wars, never will.
Author's Note--I had to finish all the X-Wing novels before I could start writing on this, so you blame them. Those things are addictive. And as a side note, I know things might be going a little fast with them finding out what it MIGHT be, but I am soooooo tired of them running around with nothing to do be scream at each other and get smacked down and freaked out by IT. Got it? Good.
Jangojangojangojanogojango.....kinda catchy isn't it? Try walking through the mall when someone's chanting it five hundred times a minute because they want the rotating Jango Fett bust in the book store. You know who you are, if you'd ever review ShalarinFae/I know who you are because you live five miles away and we have to find a day to watch all the SW movies and drink Mountain Dew when a stormtrooper does something stupid because you don't believe in answering e-mail thus I have resorted to shameful tactics such as this to entice you to start replying to your friends before we gang up and rip the tires off your car.
Or something to that effect.
Happy Birthday by the way, Shal, or should I say.......PINK CHICKEN!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Did Episode Two just freaking ROCK or what?! Yoda kicking @$$! Oh yeah! Yoda kicking @$$! Oh yeah!
Anyway.........~clears throat~
The whoosh of the door sliding open nearly covered the sound of Qui-Gon's pounding heart, but not quite. His out reaching hand brushed Jerit's arm as the captain of the Wake Angel sagged backward with the weigh of Yix dropping into him. In a flowing circle, the young Knight whirled and smashed his palm against the control panel, sealing to airlock shut once more, all in a mere moment of time.
As if it had never happened.
But it had. Dram's agonized howl had retreated to a painful snarl as the blond Knight slowly pulled himself off the floor, clutching his shoulder tightly and nothing but raging blue fire in his eyes. Mace had one hand on his brash friend to restrain him and the other clutching his lightsaber, his gaze alternating between Qui-Gon, the door and Yix.
Haris stood with a expression that mirrored Jayce's--surprised shock etching their features at their crewmen's supposed return from the dead and their captains display against the Jedi.
And that Sith-cursed chittering had once again started, a gentle scrapping sound against the airlock as the creatures sought entry, the find the ones who had escaped them.
"We all need to think rationally here...." Peire said with a shattering of the silence that had taken the inhabitants of the Wake Angel. "We have to...."
"Nothing to think about." Captain Jerit L'ttle returned harshly to the Barisian Jedi, then to Yix. "Are you alright?"
The crewmen shook his head, eyes so wide and huge that it would have been comical if they hadn't been filled with so much terror. Anything that issued from his mouth was so garbled from fear that it was completely inaudible.
Jerit shook him gently, then turned to Haris. "Take him to med-bay."
"What about Dram...." Jayce protested. The blond Knight sent her a glare that suggested he didn't appreciate her help and straightened with a masterful effort. "I'll live."
"Illians." Mace growled under his breath. "Fine, then at least wrap it before you bleed all over."
"Yes mother."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Mace, take Janny and escort Miss Jayce and Yix to the med-bay. Anything happens..."
"Tuck your head between your knees and kiss your...."
The tall Knight leveled a flat stare at them and made a shooing motion. "Peire and I can handle this."
Dram muttered something concerning Peire and Qui-Gon's ability to dress themselves alone, let alone guard the door and defuse the captain, before Mace dragged him off.
Qui-Gon wheeled back to the captain. "I wouldn't have advised that." he said dryly. The chittering had faded, drawn back to the hellish cargo hold.
For now.
Jerit drew himself up defensibly. "I am responisble for my crew."
"I am aware of that." the tall Knight agreed. "But the Force does not lie. Yix was dead."
"Your vaunted Force," the captain spat. "Dead men don't walk. Come on Haris, we have to see about deconnecting with the Kiss." And with that, the two officers dissapeared past the hall, leaving the Jedi to watch the airlock.
Peire shook his head sadly, his blue hair shining in the harsh light of the hallway. "If this is what I believe it is, then there is not a chance we will be able to leave."
A chill raced through Qui-Gon, sure as a Hoth blizzard. He faced the Barisian Jedi slowly. "Repeat that and explain." he said darkly, eyeing the airlock closely.
Peire shrugged. "I managed to recieve a reply from the Ghar military just as you entered the cargo bay of the Twilight Kiss."
"And you never thought to share this information until now? Peire, I'm going to LET Dram beat you."
The blue haired Knight continued without hearing Jinn. "They found the Nova's Fate (ITALICS BE SPIT UPON!!!) seemingly abandoned. Apparently, from the ship's log, the Kiss had docked with them for only a moment to answer a distress becon at Master Adsion's bidding and found nothing. The Kiss's Captain Plym reports that the ship was empty and reported it to the Ghar before continuing on."
"And salvaged materials." Jinn added and dared to peek through the airlock window. It might have been his imagination ot jittery nerves, but at the far end of the hallway, the phantom of a shadow flickered in his line of vision. He pulled back quickly.
"Correct." If the other Knight noticed his antics, he ignored them, and even didn't appear to lose that controled calm that Qui-Gon was striving for. "In the archives at the Temple, it speaks of a ancient Jedi, long before even the Sith Wars (mayhaps some facts will be a little shakey on the timeline of things, so anything wrong is my fault. Blame me, everyone else does:) called Fles Penja who......."
"Short, sweet and in Basic Peire."
This caused for a raised azure eyebrow. "....who left the Temple when the Council decreed that his experiments with the Darkside were too dangerous to be allowed continued."
Standing in the hallway of a ship connected with something that was beyond his comprehension, Qui-Gon stood, shocked into silence as Peire continued to tell of Fles Penja's fall to darkness and his subsequent dissaperance from the galaxy.
"They allowed......" Jinn started. Peire nodded. "It's a rather interesting read, though you must have the permission of the Council to obtain it. I believe that I was doing a special project for Master Plo......"
"It this thing Fles Penja?" Qui-Gon cut in.
"If it is, I imagine he's not going to be too fond of Jedi.....or anything living."
"So basically. we're all dead."
"Basically, only if it...he....gets off that ship before we can destroy it."
"We're going to blow it up?"
"Hopefully."
Jinn snatched up his head-set, still dangling from his side haphazadly and brought it to his mouth. MACE!!!!
A skrieking squelch told of damages beyond repair to the comm. Qui-Gon glared at it for a bare second before turning towards to med-bay. "Get on the comm and call the Temple!" he shouted back to Peire and used those long legs to his advantage in a all out sprint.
For ONCE he'd like something simple.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Mace Windu jiggled the head-set in his dark hands experimentally, wondering what that sudden skrieking sound had been while Dram sat sullenly, gnashing his teeth in either frustration, pain, or pure outrage that something had gotten the better of him.
Jayce Ltt'le, ofter ordering the ruined shirt off and settled Yix into a med-scanner, was now swabbing gently at the hole in the Illian's shoulder, ignoring his mumbled hisses and general grumbles.
"Can you move your arm?" the auburn haired spacer inquired, setting aside the crimson soaked cloth and water basin and picking up the neatly cut bandages at her side.
Dram favored her with a sqinched blue scowl and shook his head darkly. Jayce nodded and motioned for Mace to hold Jani's arm out so she could wrap it properly. "For the record, it went completely through bone and muscle, but it missed major veins and arteries. You're lucky."
Dram snorted. "Yeah. I'm lucky. Adsion and Maris.......not."
"That thing....things....didn't kill everyone on the Twilight Kiss." intoned Mace, shifting the blond's arm slightly. "You killed that one--"
"If I had killed it, I wouldn't be in the med-bay."
Mace ignored him. "And Qui-Gon and I went through at least four. They can be killed."
The bandage was done, leaving Jani's entire shoulder swathed in white and his left arm nearly immobile.
"If you could go a week without hurting yourself," Mace berated, imitating the blond's old Adonian master perfectly. Dram gave him a sour look.
"Hey, I'm gonna hear that enough when----IF--we get home."
"Wanna get home? Call Hart. She'd have these suckers killing themselves for hurting her little Janny."
Jayce let them banter while she bustled around the med-bay, checking the stat bar on the med-scanner Yix was laying on. The crewman seemed in a almost comatose state. She gave him the once over. Nothing seemed to be broken, and he wasn't bleeding any, not even a scratch. Puzzled, she turned, gazing at the Jedi as Dram tested his left hand for mobility, flexing his fingers.
Mace had gotten through with a few scrapes and bruises, the most prominate a cut on one leg, but it was barely bleeding.
Back to Yix. The brown haired man had small globs of......jelly-like stuff that spotted his clothing a exposed skin. It almost looked like it was sloughing off his skin, melting his clothing...part of his clothing...
And if both he and Dram had been in contact.....
The hell.......
She turned swiftly, returning to the Knights, they ceased talking and watched her intently. The auburn haired spacer picked up the cloth she had used to clean Dram's wound and spread it out, looking carefully.
"Strange." she murmmered.
Jani perked up in alarm. "Uhhhh...."strange" is not a good thing right now."
She pointed to a suspicious looking lump that still held a gelatinish (is that a word?) quality to it. "That was in your shoulder."
Blue eyes bulged. He looking at his swathed shoulder like he expected it to do something out of a horror holo-vid. "Forgive this utter lack of maleness, but.....ewwwwwwww."
"It looks like the stuff on Yix too?"
Mace went "ewwwwwwww."
Dram said "He's got STUFF on him?"
Jayce nodded.
"Ewwwwww." both Knights said in unision.
At the med-scanner, Yix groaned and began to thrash. Mace and Jayce both scrambled over to him, snatching at flailing limbs to hold him down before he harmed himself. Over the sudden screams of the stat bar and the spiking lines that accompanied the crewmens sudden awakening, the phrase "He's coming! oh gods he's coming!" was repeated over and over.
"Call Jerit!" Jayce yelled, getting a errant smack in the face before she could get a grip in Yix's arm. Dram leaped up, making for the comm-unit built into the wall when....
The lights flickered.
Yix screamed once more, a terrible wailing howl that tore at the mind and sought fear that lived inside, feeding it to a breaking point...then stopped.
The thrashing body went limp in Windu and Jayce's grip. Mace backed away, his dark gaze fixed on the expression of absolute fear that etched the crewmen's face in his final moment. The Jedi wiped his hands on instict on the legs of his pants, noting in disgust that they were sheathed in that same gelatin substance that had been on the crewmen.
Jayce stumbled backwads, into a table and sent instruments scattering in all directions, her face a fearful parody of her fellow crewmates.
The rows of bright light panels above them dimmed hesitantly, giving Mace and Dram enough time to reach for ready lightsabers before the coming darkness engulfed them.
Jayce made a fearful squeak and stumbled once more, this time to her knees before the panels snapped back on.
Yix's body was gone.
"What the hell is going on here....?" Mace hissed, reaching Jayce and dragging her to her feet, heading for the door when it abrubtly opened, revealing a disheveled Qui-Gon Jinn, lightsaber in hand.
"The lights.....Peire thinks he knows.....where's Yix?"
"Went out, Peire thinks he knows everything, and we don't know." answereed Mace, hauling Jayce to the door with Dram investigating the med- scanner, and under it.
Qui-Gon joined Dram cautiously, noting with relief that the bandage seemed to be helping. He heard the blond mutter something about "just like Maris's" and shake his head.
"Alright, Peire's contacting the Temple, let's go." Jinn ordered after he and the Illian Knight scoured the med-bay wiith no results.
Qui-Gon was the last out of the med-bay, but he still had the unnerving feeling he was being watched as the door slid shut and they backed towards the front of the Wake Angel, maybe to find out just what was happening, to find out what they were up against.
Dram suddenly snapped his fingers (on his good hand, his other hung limp at his side) and smiled darkly, a dark gleam in those every shade of blue eyes. "I got it."
"Is it contagious?" Mace quipped lightly.
Dram ignored him and focused on Qui-Gon and Jayce. "Aight, lights go on, lights go off, right?"
After a moment of deciphering what the Illian had just rattled off, Qui- Gon nodded. "Correct." he answered, narrowing his blue eyes shrewdly. A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Methinks me is. I knew that remote would come in handy." said an extremely pleased with himself Jedi Knight.
"How is this......remote going to help us?" Jayce demanded in equal parts fear and anger. The spacer was clinging to Mace's arm and didn't intent on letting go anytime soon. Qui-Gon could feel the erratic waves of emotions rolling off her through the Force, nothing but a deep seeded focus from Mace, and a savage glee from Dram, who was clearly happy that he was going to be able to play It
~Did you not tell yourself NOT to call it IT!~
on It's own game.
Lights on.
Lights off.
Simple as that, the remote could tap into any system and control it, snagging power away from It and dumping back to them.
Then the lights went off.
What the! Another cliffhanger? Could I be that evil? Yes indeed. And Moulin Rouge is playing in the background, so I have to go watch the end of it so I can cry my eyes out. Not a happy ending. Obi-Wan can sing. Really. Bwahahahahaha! ~throws confetti in the air~
Dram: Cheese it! Guys, get the darts, we're gonna have to sedate her again.
Qui-Gon: This ALWAYS happens. You HAD to give her the Mountain Dew, didn't you. *smacks Dram upside the head* The sign said "Do NOT feed the Weasel!"
Dram: *smacks back*
Mace: Dudes, stop and get the damned Weasel so she can finish this fic, I have a life too!
Pop Weasel: Nanahahahahahahaha!!
Till next chapter folks.