***chapter two***
Amithyst raced up the stairs to the guest quarters, where the Durron family allowed her to stay.
Slamming her palm onto the entrance pad, the door opened but not fast enough for her. Her patience was already on edge, and now was not the time she was willing to be slowed down by a slab of metal. Quickly, she slipped through the half opened space, bolting into her rooms straight to the closet.
If what Wedge had said was true, then the mission needed to be completed tonight.
Her hands raced and shifted through the assortment of clothing hanging from hangers.
Finally, she grabbed a jet-black flight suit and slipped it on. Clipping on her belt, she snapped on her lightsaber to her side.
Amithyst glancing in the mirror after she put on her boots.
*Perfect,* she thought to herself. This was just the thing to keep her light pale skin out of sight in the shadows. And keep those prowling eyes of lurking spies off her.
Without another thought, she ran out of her room.
***
It was past midnight and practically everyone who worked at the Imperial Agency on Deyer, had already left for the night.
Amithyst scanned the area before Zeth pulled the speeder up to a stop right in front of the building. Since Zeth's parents actually worked inside the building, his father managed to swap some identification codes for the two of them just in case they ran into some trouble.
She pulled the ID out of her hip pocket and slipped it in the inside of her knee length jacket. It clung to the top of her nicely. It always distracted what guards were at the door checking for weapons.
Her hand was on the handle to open the door. As she went to open it, Zeth grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.
Turning towards him, Amithyst scowled at him. "Zeth, come on. We have to hurry."
He nodded but did not let go. Something in his eyes told her to be patient. The black he wore was a total offset to his usual attire. She only hoped the color had not gotten to his head.
"May the Force be with you," Zeth muttered under his breath.
A half smile crept onto her face. "Don't worry, it won't leave either of us. Now let's get this over with. You remember everything I told you?"
"Get in, don't get caught, and get out."
"Close enough," she laughed.
They both climbed out of the car walking across the duracrete towards the entrance.
She leaned over to him and whispered. "Do you think anyone will recognize me?"
"Even with your face plastered all over the universe, I still don't believe that you are you." Zeth replied. "Just don't go making your hair that purple everyday."
***
After they got past the main guards, which had not been hard, Zeth and Amithyst split up.
Silently, Amithyst managed to sneak onto the highest inner level of the building.
Glancing behind her, she continued towards the single door that led to the mysterious being that owned the corporation's office. Even Mr. Durron who worked under him knew not much about this person.
Amithyst lifted her hand up and raised it inches above the entrance panel.
With an instant click, the code blinked green causing the door to open.
Satisfaction surpassed her face, just before she lost consciousness.
***
Kyp woke up with a start, shaking.
It was dark, and very late.
After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Kyp sat up in his bed and looked to see what time it was.
2:19 A.M.
He frowned, trying to remember what had awoke him.
It had not been his dream. In it, it had been dark as well, but that did not scare him.
Crawling from his bed, he got on his feet and began to sneak out of his room to his parents'. Silently, he tiptoed down the hallway passed Ami's room to the last door on the right. His little hand came upon the door handle and he creaked it open.
"Momma? Daddy?" the nine year old called out into the room.
At first, no reply came. Then a tender and soft voice answered back. "Kyp, honey. is that you?"
"Yeah."
Faintly he could see his mom sit up. She turned on the light on her nightstand and smiled sleepily at him.
"Oh, come here."
Instantly, Kyp ran with his little legs and jumped up beside his mom. After curling up in her open arms he noticed something was amiss. "Momma, where's dad?"
She smiled at her youngest son. "He said he would be working late tonight. I know he's reason for being up. So how bout you buster?"
"I don't know."
"Was it another dream?"
He shook his head, his black hair tossing side to side. "No, I just woke up."
She giggled. "Oh, so you woke me up for nothing, huh?" Laying back down she covered herself with the covers. "I'm going to sleep."
Kyp laughed. "Mom! You weren't sleeping."
Peeking out from underneath the blankets she looked up into Kyp's green eyes. She couldn't contain the smile. "Your right, but still. You need to get to bed. T-"
A loud banging stopped the older woman from finishing her sentence. She listened closer as the banging increased.
Kyp frowned at his mom. "What is i-"
She covered his mouth and looked at him with fear in her eyes.
"Kyp," she whispered almost to softly for even his ears. "Stay here and hide."
"But momma, I don't wanna play hide and go seek now."
"Please? You always find the best hiding spots, and this time I know I'll find you."
"Ok, close your eyes and count now."
She shut her eyes and opened them as soon as she heard him hide safely in the closet. Without another word, she got up and opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out a silver and black cylinder. Just touching the familiar metal gave her a rush of hope.
Turning towards the door, she walked out and down the stairs to the living room. Her socked feet silenced her steps.
A clash of breaking glass entered her ears.
Taking a deep breath, she stretched her feelings out to the Force and let it guide her. She had a feeling the day would come when the Empire would come and try to take her family away.
Well, if they wanted her family, they were going to have to put up with a fight.
***
Screams for pity and mercy echoed down the long hallway and into the ears of the heartless Dark Jedi. He wore the formal attire of black. A long cape draped over his shoulder flowing wickedly behind him with each step he made.
The clanking of the boots he wore clashed on the clear duracrete walkway.
He kept his pace steady, ignoring the agonizing cries that split from another rebel's lips. Even though the prisoner was six cells behind him and all access to this one's particular detention unit had been silenced during his interrogation, the sound carried as if he were standing in the very same room.
Unfortunately, the captive refused to just admit his wrong doings.
*Moreover to the unfortunates, Durron turned out to be one of the rebels. He was such a profitable figure to our cause. *
Shaking off the thought, he continued on his way. His comlink buzzed. Picking it up he answered in an emotionless calm voice.
"Nightshadows, speaking."
"Shaun, I think you should come up here." Replied the familiar voice of his confidant and bodyguard, Garik Loran.
The uncertainty in Garik's voice caused a frown upon the Dark Jedi's face.
"I'll be right up."
Amithyst raced up the stairs to the guest quarters, where the Durron family allowed her to stay.
Slamming her palm onto the entrance pad, the door opened but not fast enough for her. Her patience was already on edge, and now was not the time she was willing to be slowed down by a slab of metal. Quickly, she slipped through the half opened space, bolting into her rooms straight to the closet.
If what Wedge had said was true, then the mission needed to be completed tonight.
Her hands raced and shifted through the assortment of clothing hanging from hangers.
Finally, she grabbed a jet-black flight suit and slipped it on. Clipping on her belt, she snapped on her lightsaber to her side.
Amithyst glancing in the mirror after she put on her boots.
*Perfect,* she thought to herself. This was just the thing to keep her light pale skin out of sight in the shadows. And keep those prowling eyes of lurking spies off her.
Without another thought, she ran out of her room.
***
It was past midnight and practically everyone who worked at the Imperial Agency on Deyer, had already left for the night.
Amithyst scanned the area before Zeth pulled the speeder up to a stop right in front of the building. Since Zeth's parents actually worked inside the building, his father managed to swap some identification codes for the two of them just in case they ran into some trouble.
She pulled the ID out of her hip pocket and slipped it in the inside of her knee length jacket. It clung to the top of her nicely. It always distracted what guards were at the door checking for weapons.
Her hand was on the handle to open the door. As she went to open it, Zeth grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.
Turning towards him, Amithyst scowled at him. "Zeth, come on. We have to hurry."
He nodded but did not let go. Something in his eyes told her to be patient. The black he wore was a total offset to his usual attire. She only hoped the color had not gotten to his head.
"May the Force be with you," Zeth muttered under his breath.
A half smile crept onto her face. "Don't worry, it won't leave either of us. Now let's get this over with. You remember everything I told you?"
"Get in, don't get caught, and get out."
"Close enough," she laughed.
They both climbed out of the car walking across the duracrete towards the entrance.
She leaned over to him and whispered. "Do you think anyone will recognize me?"
"Even with your face plastered all over the universe, I still don't believe that you are you." Zeth replied. "Just don't go making your hair that purple everyday."
***
After they got past the main guards, which had not been hard, Zeth and Amithyst split up.
Silently, Amithyst managed to sneak onto the highest inner level of the building.
Glancing behind her, she continued towards the single door that led to the mysterious being that owned the corporation's office. Even Mr. Durron who worked under him knew not much about this person.
Amithyst lifted her hand up and raised it inches above the entrance panel.
With an instant click, the code blinked green causing the door to open.
Satisfaction surpassed her face, just before she lost consciousness.
***
Kyp woke up with a start, shaking.
It was dark, and very late.
After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Kyp sat up in his bed and looked to see what time it was.
2:19 A.M.
He frowned, trying to remember what had awoke him.
It had not been his dream. In it, it had been dark as well, but that did not scare him.
Crawling from his bed, he got on his feet and began to sneak out of his room to his parents'. Silently, he tiptoed down the hallway passed Ami's room to the last door on the right. His little hand came upon the door handle and he creaked it open.
"Momma? Daddy?" the nine year old called out into the room.
At first, no reply came. Then a tender and soft voice answered back. "Kyp, honey. is that you?"
"Yeah."
Faintly he could see his mom sit up. She turned on the light on her nightstand and smiled sleepily at him.
"Oh, come here."
Instantly, Kyp ran with his little legs and jumped up beside his mom. After curling up in her open arms he noticed something was amiss. "Momma, where's dad?"
She smiled at her youngest son. "He said he would be working late tonight. I know he's reason for being up. So how bout you buster?"
"I don't know."
"Was it another dream?"
He shook his head, his black hair tossing side to side. "No, I just woke up."
She giggled. "Oh, so you woke me up for nothing, huh?" Laying back down she covered herself with the covers. "I'm going to sleep."
Kyp laughed. "Mom! You weren't sleeping."
Peeking out from underneath the blankets she looked up into Kyp's green eyes. She couldn't contain the smile. "Your right, but still. You need to get to bed. T-"
A loud banging stopped the older woman from finishing her sentence. She listened closer as the banging increased.
Kyp frowned at his mom. "What is i-"
She covered his mouth and looked at him with fear in her eyes.
"Kyp," she whispered almost to softly for even his ears. "Stay here and hide."
"But momma, I don't wanna play hide and go seek now."
"Please? You always find the best hiding spots, and this time I know I'll find you."
"Ok, close your eyes and count now."
She shut her eyes and opened them as soon as she heard him hide safely in the closet. Without another word, she got up and opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out a silver and black cylinder. Just touching the familiar metal gave her a rush of hope.
Turning towards the door, she walked out and down the stairs to the living room. Her socked feet silenced her steps.
A clash of breaking glass entered her ears.
Taking a deep breath, she stretched her feelings out to the Force and let it guide her. She had a feeling the day would come when the Empire would come and try to take her family away.
Well, if they wanted her family, they were going to have to put up with a fight.
***
Screams for pity and mercy echoed down the long hallway and into the ears of the heartless Dark Jedi. He wore the formal attire of black. A long cape draped over his shoulder flowing wickedly behind him with each step he made.
The clanking of the boots he wore clashed on the clear duracrete walkway.
He kept his pace steady, ignoring the agonizing cries that split from another rebel's lips. Even though the prisoner was six cells behind him and all access to this one's particular detention unit had been silenced during his interrogation, the sound carried as if he were standing in the very same room.
Unfortunately, the captive refused to just admit his wrong doings.
*Moreover to the unfortunates, Durron turned out to be one of the rebels. He was such a profitable figure to our cause. *
Shaking off the thought, he continued on his way. His comlink buzzed. Picking it up he answered in an emotionless calm voice.
"Nightshadows, speaking."
"Shaun, I think you should come up here." Replied the familiar voice of his confidant and bodyguard, Garik Loran.
The uncertainty in Garik's voice caused a frown upon the Dark Jedi's face.
"I'll be right up."