Chapter 4: Sidetracked
– Sam and edited by Jon
Alarms sounded, as the ship went to red alert, the two Jedi sprinted to the
bridge. The doors slid open just as Vor'en Kurn and his master, Malon Oon,
arrived. There sat the two pilots, hunched over the controls, manipulating them
frantically.
"What is it?" asked Vor'en.
"Enemy fighters! Z-95s by the look
of them. They are on an intercept course."
"Blow 'em out of the sky!!!" the Jedi Padawan yelled
enthusiastically, making a swinging motion with his fist.
Master Malon Oon flashed his apprentice a look of disapproval, and then quickly
returned his attention to the matter at hand.
"Sir, this ship is unarmed," responded the pilot.
"They're jamming our communications!" the co-pilot reported excitedly.
The ship shuddered under the force of the attack as fighters opened fire.
Through the bridge view ports, they could be seen flitting overhead, laser
cannons blazing. Looping around, the fighters came for another pass.
"Shields are down!" exclaimed the co-pilot.
The pilot was thrown out of his seat from another blast. The 2 Jedi didn't
move. The consoles erupted in shards of metal and debris and knocked the
co-pilot limp in his chair as the ceiling pipes began venting steam.
The pilot scrambled back to his feet. "What are we going to do, Master Jedi?
We're doomed!!!!"
"Get to the escape pods, N…."
As he turned around, he saw that the Jedi had donned spacesuits and were
heading towards an airlock.
"You Jedi are crazy!"
Vor'en turned around, flashed a grin and saluted the pilot with the hilt of his
lightsaber.
