Kyp Durron pushed the young woman against the
wall outside their sleazy motel room, kissing her fiercely. He had no clue what
her name was; they had skipped that part and went straight to the kissing. All
he knew was that, so far, their night had been perfect and he was about to make
it even more perfect.
"Come here, sexy," She moaned, pulling him into the room and onto the bed. He
watched her with amusement as she tore at his clothing, taking it off quickly.
Her dress was much easier to strip off and Kyp removed it with very little
effort, using the force.
'Five long months without any female contact,' Kyp mused while kissing
her shoulders and collarbone ardently. 'I am going to enjoy this.'
Almost on perfect cue, Kyp heard his apprentice's call for help ring painfully
through his head. A small vision filled his head, one of Brodey and the other
three surrounded by a multitude of Yuuzhan Vong warriors.
Kyp swore loudly, bolting upright in bed. Brodey couldn't have picked a worse
time to be in dire need of his help.
"What is it?" The young woman cried. "Did I do something wrong?"
"You did nothing wrong," Kyp groaned as he raced around the room, struggling to
retrieve all his clothes and think clearly when his mind was clouded with lust.
"I just have to go bail my apprentice out of a deadly situation."
"Liar!" She spat at him angrily as he shoved enough credits to cover the room
into her hand and dashed out the door. "Screw you, you lousy jerk!"
Kyp had more important things to think about as he raced down the street back to
the club. The cries for help were becoming more persistent in his head and he
could sense the anxiety coming from the group as a whole. Some emitted it more
than others, but a sense of fear was present in each of them.
He was almost halfway there when he felt a stab of pain hit him like a tidal
wave through the force. It crippled him for a second, causing him to forgo
running in favor of walking for a few strides. At first he thought it was Jaina
who was injured, given the nature of their bond as partners, but when her
fearful scream echoed through his mind he knew she wasn't the wounded one.
'Kyp, help me!' Brodey cried out in sheer torment and Kyp could feel his
apprentice's life force beginning to fade. If he couldn't make it there soon
there was no telling whether Brodey would survive, so Kyp increased his speed to
a full-out sprint. The planet's thin atmosphere burned in his lungs as he gulped
it in, but nothing, not even an entire legion of Vong, could keep him away from
his friends.
Kyp arrived a few moments too late, looking across the sea of carnage to see the
others rushing to his fallen apprentice's side. Jaina was wailing incoherently,
cradling the young jedi's head in her arms and pressing her hand against his
wound. Anja wasn't doing that much better. The young woman sobbed, holding
Brodey's blood-covered hand up against her cheek and kissing it. Jag was
assisting Jaina in trying to stop the bleeding, pressing a piece of cloth that
he tore from his jacket against the exit wound in Brodey's stomach.
"Guys, we need to get him out of here and back to Eclipse!" Kyp yelled as he
joined them at Brodey's side. Fire burned in Jaina's brown eyes as she was
overcome with anger, all directed at him.
"Durron, you Sith-spitting sorry excuse for a human being, he's going to die
before we even get there!" She screamed, shoving him backward and away from
Brodey. "Where the hell were you when all of this was happening?"
"What difference does it make, Jaina?" Kyp said in a calmer voice. "I came as
soon as I sensed danger."
"Yeah, well you didn't come soon enough," She pouted, tears welling up in her
eyes once again.
"Listen to me. He has a much greater chance of survival if we take him back. If
we stay here he's going to die. It's as simple as that," Kyp explained, scooping
up Brodey's limp body and rushing him onboard. "You and I can perform healing
techniques on him and administer a few bacta treatments before he even gets
there."
"I hope you're right, Kyp," She whimpered as she sat down behind the controls.
"I don't know what I'd do if we lost him."
"We're not going to lose him," Kyp said softly. "This kid has more fight in him
than a wild rancor. He'll pull through."
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