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Disbelief
"Don't say that Siri!" Zae-Non exclaimed. She opened her eyes and stared out towards her friend. "Just because we can't feel them doesn't mean they abandoned us. Something tells me it's got to do with this."
With a graceful sweep of her arm she motioned for Siri to take in the energy shields around them.
"But that just… just wouldn't make sense!' Siri said. "Adi and Sage weren't even there when we were attacked at the ware house. They did leave us."
Z shook her head. "Siri listen to me. They wouldn't do that. They were probably occupied with someone or something else. I know they were coming. I felt Sage pick up the call I had sent out. Her and someone else."
"What? Someone else?" Siri looked slightly confused. "Who else could be here. It wasn't Adi was it? Unless there was another team on the planet as well."
Unfolding her legs and standing up, Zae-Non winced at the pain in her chest.
I had to get shot in the ribs she though sarcastically.
Stretching slowly she pondered how to reply. She looked back at Siri's impatient face. "I think Obi-Wan picked it up …" She finally decided on saying softly. After all that is what she thought.
Siri went a few shades paler. "What? How…" She shook her head. "That can't be possible. I mean why would he and Qui-Gon be here?"
"I don't know." Z said honestly with a sigh.
She looked over her friend. What had that carver told Siri? Why was she saying what she is? Their Masters just wouldn't leave them…
Would they?
More questions plagued Z's mind. Why couldn't she get in touch with the Force? Z kept her calm about it on the outside, but in reality she was scared… very scared. It was something she had never experienced.
The very light she lived by was taken away from her.
Diminished.
She gave a shudder as she sat back down. The infections in some of her cuts had given her a slight fever. Depending on what that carver did with them, if she didn't Force heal herself, Z knew eventually the infection would get worse and possibly…
Zae-Non quickly pushed the thought away. They would get through this.
They had to…
For Sage, Adi, their family, friends. Z knew she wouldn't give in, but she prayed she would be able to help Siri through it all.
The only thing that would break Z down would be watching Siri do so first.
She just couldn't stand the thought of her friend giving in.
She was so strong…
And yet the caver had somehow gotten through…
She was already breaking.
"Siri," Z said softly. She waited till Siri looked up to continue. "They are going to come. I promise."
Siri gave her a weak smile. "I know you keep your promises." She sighed and opened her mouth to continue, but decided otherwise. Doubt glazed her eyes.
"Don't let him get to you." Z encouraged. "He's lying."
He's got to be… She thought not putting voice to the words she wanted to scream. She had to keep Siri's hopes up.
As well as her own.
Suddenly something ripped through Zae-Non… Pain. But it was not her own. And it was so faint, but it was still there.
It was as though someone had stuck a needle through her body, but instead of a string trailing after it, there was a faint thread of panic, fear, pain…
"Obi-Wan?!" She gasped. She could barely feel him, but he was there.
"Z?" Siri asked at her friend's distress. Zae-Non didn't answer. "Z!?"
Z looked up toward her friend. "Siri… Obi-Wan's here. And that Blood Carver, he's… he's-" No she couldn't say it. It would scare Siri…
Or was it because it scared her?
"He's what?" Siri pressed on. "Zae-Non, what is it?!"
"He's hurting him." She finally decided on saying. She couldn't say that other word. It lay on the tip of her lips, but it wouldn't roll off…
Torture.
As bad as it all seemed Zae-Non saw a brighter side to this. A tiny ray of hope that could shine through the darkness that consumed her. She still had a connection to someone out there. A thread to the Force, weak as it may be, it was still there in all it's light.
All though that tiny thread was cut almost as soon as it had been sewn, she still searched out for it.
Somewhere out there the thread was breezing through the stale air of the lab. She would catch it and never let go. Not until everything was all right again. Not until she, Siri, and Obi-Wan were out of that lab and as far away from that carver as possible.
Zae-Non jerked back to reality as the doors to their lab flung open with a loud bang. Menacing eyes looked over both girls before the alien stalked to the back of the room. He unclipped a bloody vibroshive and tossed it on the table.
He let out a long bone chilling laugh as he turned to Z. "That couldn't have been more fun." Insanity burned in his eyes like a wildfire. "Well, it may be more fun with you. It all depends on who screams more."
Z glared at his bloody outfit. The black leather stained a dark maroon.
"What did you do to him?!" Siri demanded.
"Don't worry." He said. "You'll get, but half of that. For now that is." He turned to Z. "And you… Well I don't want to spoil it now do I?"
"Spoil what?" Z asked coolly. "You already ruined my week."
The carver smiled. "I'll ruin more than just that for you my friend. Just like I did before, but this time, you don't have Mr. Kenobi to come save you."
"I still have Sage." She said sternly.
"We'll see about that."
Turning on his heal the carver walked out of the room, slamming the doors behind him.
Zae-Non sighed. "He needs an attitude adjustment. Along with one for that messed up brain of his."
Siri
laughed. "And what's with him and slamming doors?"
A mischievous smile crossed Z's features. "He was some serious
anger management problems."
*****
"Those ignorant girls are so damn stubborn!" Showdow yelled at the air. He shrugged at his comment. "Oh well. They'll believe me sooner or later. At least they better."
He raced down the hall into a small room with a table and a few chairs in it. Walked in he saw his partner, Dev, had already arrived. The fairly young man sat at the end of the table staring at the doorway.
Showdow stalked in refusing to make eye contact with his friend's black eyes.
The Carver went to the back wall and turned around towards his partner.
Dev sighed and ran a hand through his red hair. "Is all that necessary? I heard the screaming."
The carver shook his head and sat down a couple seats away from Dev. "I don't question your methods, you don't question mine."
Unconsciously he reached down and took his dagger off his belt. Inspecting the gold handle he grinned. The silver bent blade reflected a tiny pinpoint of light onto the ceiling. That blade could kill anyone or slice anything. He ran his fingers over the smooth, cold surface.
A tiny laugh.
His dad had given him the weapon a day before the attack. A day before his life was changed forever. A day before the Jedi had ruined his life.
"You can't keep doing this you know." Dev interrupted his thoughts. "Eventually their Masters will find this place. And find them."
"That is why you're going to get rid of those Masters." Showdow said looking up from his dagger.
Dev's chair slammed into the wall behind him as he leapt up out of it. "Are you out of your already insane mind?! Three Jedi Masters!?"
"Be creative." Showdow said coolly. "You have a brain. Use it."
"No way!" Dev said sternly. "I'm getting out of this one."
The carver let a laugh escape. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Going against my wishes isn't a smart thing to do."
"I found that out the day I met you." Dev said terror lighting up in his eyes.
"Indeed you did." The carver laughed at the memory. "You were so pathetic."
Dev glared at his friend with menacing eyes. "I don't believe you!" He blurted out. "I can't be apart of this! Not this time Showdow. I'm out!"
Dev rushed to the door, but stopped dead in his tracks as the dagger that was once in Showdow's hand was now in the wall inches from his face.
Showdow sat forward in his seat and hissed sharply before warning his friend. "You'll find out crossing paths with me is hazardous to your health."
The red haired assassin gave a stiff nod and jogged from the room.
"One less thing for me to worry about." Showdow said standing up. He walked over to the wall and took the knife out of the wall. He ran his fingers lightly over the blade and nodded with satisfaction. "Those stupid brats are all mine."
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