"Hey D-1," Zekk greeted his droid as he, with Kima slung over his shoulder,
entered his ship. D-1 bleeped a return greeting as well as a question.
"Yes, this is the infamous Kima. She doesn't like a terrorist, does she?" Zekk
walked into the holding cell and put her down on the floor inside, reactivating the force
field when he stepped out.
"Keep an eye on her, will you buddy?" Zekk told his faithful jet-black droid. "I've
got a call to make." He punched in the comm. code that patched him to Foln and a few
seconds later, the Devaronian's face appeared.
"Ah, Zekk, do you have good news."
"I've got her."
"What?"
"I've got her."
"Already?"
"Yes."
"Excellent." Foln rubbed his hands in glee. "When can you get her here?"
"Depends on where 'here' is," Zekk answered.
Foln's brow crinkled in thought for a moment. "I'll tell you what, you meet me on
my yacht, you know where it is, right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Meet me on my yacht, I'll take Kima off you're hands and you will be
most generously rewarded of course."
"Of course."
"Now we understand each other," Foln said. "Say, what kind of shape is Kima in. I hope she's not severely injured."
"Don't worry; she's got a few bruises but that's it."
"Excellent. Till next time."
Foln's image winked out.
Zekk walked over to the cell where Kima was being held. She was beginning to
show signs of awakening.
"Get her something to eat," Zekk told D-1. "She'll be-"
The ship suddenly shuttered, cutting Zekk off and D-1 began bleeping furiously.
"Yeah, I know D-1!" Zekk yelled as he made his way to the pilot's seat. "Get me
info on whatever the Sith is attacking us. I want info on everything from their engine
capabilities to this guy's shoe size!"
Zekk executed a sharp loop and then as fast as possible, stabilized so he could get
a good look at the attacking ship. It looked like a TIE fighter with a long, narrow nose. It
flew upwards for moment before swinging around for another attack.
"D-1, are you hooked up into the Lightning Rod's computer systems?"
Instead of bleeps, D-1's words rolled across the screen.
YES
"Good."
Zekk activated the laser targeting systems and put the ship in battle mode.
HE'S TRYING TO GET A TARGET LOCK. EVASIVE MANUVERS ARE
RECOMMENDED.
"Working on it." Zekk yanked the steering rope to the right just in time as two
bright torpedoes whizzed narrowly past and detonated a ways off.
HE'S COMING BACK AROUND FOR A THIRD STRIKE.
"Yeah I know I know. You just worry about that info I requested."
Tseew Tseew
Zekk fired the turbolasers, the bolts skimming above the other ships hull.
THE OPPOSING SHIP IS A SITH INFILTRATOR. IT HAS EXTREMELY
POWERFUL SPEEDS AND IS PROBABLY MOVING AT A FRACTION OF
THE SPEEDS IT IS CAPABLE OF.
THE TARGET LOCK SHOULD APPEAR IN APPROXIMATELY 1
MINUTE.
"Sith Infiltrator huh?" It was a bad predicament he was in and he couldn't keep duking it out with the Sith Infiltrator. "D-1. Forget the target lock. I want hyperspace coordinates ASAP."
Booooomm
THAT WAS A DIRECT HIT. SHIELDS ARE DOWN 25%.
"And the coordinates?"
WORKING ON IT.
Zekk fired the turbolasers again but as before, he missed. "Man, this guy must
have super reflexes or something," he muttered. "No one's that fast."
***
Kima was brutally awakened when the Lightning Rod did a swift turn, sending her
careening into the wall of her holding cell.
"Owwwwwwww!" She bounced to the floor. "Where am I?"
She remembered hiding in the abandoned SSD and then, and then that bounty
hunter had come along and defeated her. Unarmed, and that wasn't a very easy
thing to do considering her extensive martial arts training. She figured she was in his ship
now. That he was maybe having some engine troubles but eventually, he'd give her to
Foln who would torture every scrap of information out of her that would help him
achieve his goals. She couldn't let that happen. Somehow, she needed to escape.
***
WE HAVE HYPERSPACE COORDINATES.
"Good. Now get us out of here. Our guy is getting a bead on the ship."
As if to prove his point, the ship shuddered from another laser barrage.
HE'S LOADING PROTON TORPEDOES.
"Why's it taking so long for a fraggin' hyperspace jump?"
STOP COMPLAINING. WE'RE GOING NOW.
"Good." Zekk watched as the starlines elongated and the hyperspace engine did
its familiar thrumming.
And they were gone.
entered his ship. D-1 bleeped a return greeting as well as a question.
"Yes, this is the infamous Kima. She doesn't like a terrorist, does she?" Zekk
walked into the holding cell and put her down on the floor inside, reactivating the force
field when he stepped out.
"Keep an eye on her, will you buddy?" Zekk told his faithful jet-black droid. "I've
got a call to make." He punched in the comm. code that patched him to Foln and a few
seconds later, the Devaronian's face appeared.
"Ah, Zekk, do you have good news."
"I've got her."
"What?"
"I've got her."
"Already?"
"Yes."
"Excellent." Foln rubbed his hands in glee. "When can you get her here?"
"Depends on where 'here' is," Zekk answered.
Foln's brow crinkled in thought for a moment. "I'll tell you what, you meet me on
my yacht, you know where it is, right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Meet me on my yacht, I'll take Kima off you're hands and you will be
most generously rewarded of course."
"Of course."
"Now we understand each other," Foln said. "Say, what kind of shape is Kima in. I hope she's not severely injured."
"Don't worry; she's got a few bruises but that's it."
"Excellent. Till next time."
Foln's image winked out.
Zekk walked over to the cell where Kima was being held. She was beginning to
show signs of awakening.
"Get her something to eat," Zekk told D-1. "She'll be-"
The ship suddenly shuttered, cutting Zekk off and D-1 began bleeping furiously.
"Yeah, I know D-1!" Zekk yelled as he made his way to the pilot's seat. "Get me
info on whatever the Sith is attacking us. I want info on everything from their engine
capabilities to this guy's shoe size!"
Zekk executed a sharp loop and then as fast as possible, stabilized so he could get
a good look at the attacking ship. It looked like a TIE fighter with a long, narrow nose. It
flew upwards for moment before swinging around for another attack.
"D-1, are you hooked up into the Lightning Rod's computer systems?"
Instead of bleeps, D-1's words rolled across the screen.
YES
"Good."
Zekk activated the laser targeting systems and put the ship in battle mode.
HE'S TRYING TO GET A TARGET LOCK. EVASIVE MANUVERS ARE
RECOMMENDED.
"Working on it." Zekk yanked the steering rope to the right just in time as two
bright torpedoes whizzed narrowly past and detonated a ways off.
HE'S COMING BACK AROUND FOR A THIRD STRIKE.
"Yeah I know I know. You just worry about that info I requested."
Tseew Tseew
Zekk fired the turbolasers, the bolts skimming above the other ships hull.
THE OPPOSING SHIP IS A SITH INFILTRATOR. IT HAS EXTREMELY
POWERFUL SPEEDS AND IS PROBABLY MOVING AT A FRACTION OF
THE SPEEDS IT IS CAPABLE OF.
THE TARGET LOCK SHOULD APPEAR IN APPROXIMATELY 1
MINUTE.
"Sith Infiltrator huh?" It was a bad predicament he was in and he couldn't keep duking it out with the Sith Infiltrator. "D-1. Forget the target lock. I want hyperspace coordinates ASAP."
Booooomm
THAT WAS A DIRECT HIT. SHIELDS ARE DOWN 25%.
"And the coordinates?"
WORKING ON IT.
Zekk fired the turbolasers again but as before, he missed. "Man, this guy must
have super reflexes or something," he muttered. "No one's that fast."
***
Kima was brutally awakened when the Lightning Rod did a swift turn, sending her
careening into the wall of her holding cell.
"Owwwwwwww!" She bounced to the floor. "Where am I?"
She remembered hiding in the abandoned SSD and then, and then that bounty
hunter had come along and defeated her. Unarmed, and that wasn't a very easy
thing to do considering her extensive martial arts training. She figured she was in his ship
now. That he was maybe having some engine troubles but eventually, he'd give her to
Foln who would torture every scrap of information out of her that would help him
achieve his goals. She couldn't let that happen. Somehow, she needed to escape.
***
WE HAVE HYPERSPACE COORDINATES.
"Good. Now get us out of here. Our guy is getting a bead on the ship."
As if to prove his point, the ship shuddered from another laser barrage.
HE'S LOADING PROTON TORPEDOES.
"Why's it taking so long for a fraggin' hyperspace jump?"
STOP COMPLAINING. WE'RE GOING NOW.
"Good." Zekk watched as the starlines elongated and the hyperspace engine did
its familiar thrumming.
And they were gone.