Chapter 6: Rogi
Darth Vader held tight his death grip on Kela's mind. He hadn't realized that the incredible explosion the girl had brought to life was the product of her anger. This was better than expected. But he still didn't know any details.
"Lord Vader, another native has been found."
Darth Vader turned, his hand on his belt. Lt. Rosck.
"Bring him here."
As soon as the door slid open, a teenage boy emerged. He wore common smuggler apparel. Perhaps he has some relation to the girl.
Brown met violet.
"Hello, Niki."
With a brisk eloquence Rogi brought up his composure and regarded the miraculous sight before him. As the lieutenant's arm readied to shove him square in the back, Rogi grabbed the fist and squeezed it until the militant squealed. He let go. He looked to Kela. Then smiled a very boyish smile.
"What a baby!"
He reached into his shoulder sack and fingered open a thin plastic bottle. He drank deeply its contents.
"Ketaki blood liquor."
Kela regarded the boy. So, he survived the explosion as well. Probably gifted with the power also. Her emotions were too well disciplined to affect her outer features. He had become a smuggler/ bartender. Definitely Rogi.
"Aren't you going to give me some?"
Darth Vader observed. Questioning time.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Why don't you know my name? You'll find it somewhere if you bothered."
Bad move.
The little brat!
Despite the extremely painful sensation that was blocking his air supply, Rogi controlled himself and didn't reach for his throat. He knew this power well.
"Your name."
No answer.
Kela rushed up. This was ridiculous.
"His name is Rogi, so if you will kindly let him go!"
A loud thump made Kela grimace.
Darth Vader thought over the girl's actions. She was used to dealing with those weaker than herself. It was time to put a stop to all this nonsense. He looked at the girl.
"I will be training you as my apprentice. You shall obey my every command. And you," Darth Vader's apparent glare almost punctured a hole in Rogi's face," will behave. With that, he left, his cape sweeping behind the closing door.
Rogi got up from his seat and walked towards the door.
"And what are you doing?" asked Kela.
Rogi merely reached into his sac and cradled open a small wallet-like pack.
"We," he said, knees, pack, and eyes on the floor "are going to escape."
Darth Vader held tight his death grip on Kela's mind. He hadn't realized that the incredible explosion the girl had brought to life was the product of her anger. This was better than expected. But he still didn't know any details.
"Lord Vader, another native has been found."
Darth Vader turned, his hand on his belt. Lt. Rosck.
"Bring him here."
As soon as the door slid open, a teenage boy emerged. He wore common smuggler apparel. Perhaps he has some relation to the girl.
Brown met violet.
"Hello, Niki."
With a brisk eloquence Rogi brought up his composure and regarded the miraculous sight before him. As the lieutenant's arm readied to shove him square in the back, Rogi grabbed the fist and squeezed it until the militant squealed. He let go. He looked to Kela. Then smiled a very boyish smile.
"What a baby!"
He reached into his shoulder sack and fingered open a thin plastic bottle. He drank deeply its contents.
"Ketaki blood liquor."
Kela regarded the boy. So, he survived the explosion as well. Probably gifted with the power also. Her emotions were too well disciplined to affect her outer features. He had become a smuggler/ bartender. Definitely Rogi.
"Aren't you going to give me some?"
Darth Vader observed. Questioning time.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Why don't you know my name? You'll find it somewhere if you bothered."
Bad move.
The little brat!
Despite the extremely painful sensation that was blocking his air supply, Rogi controlled himself and didn't reach for his throat. He knew this power well.
"Your name."
No answer.
Kela rushed up. This was ridiculous.
"His name is Rogi, so if you will kindly let him go!"
A loud thump made Kela grimace.
Darth Vader thought over the girl's actions. She was used to dealing with those weaker than herself. It was time to put a stop to all this nonsense. He looked at the girl.
"I will be training you as my apprentice. You shall obey my every command. And you," Darth Vader's apparent glare almost punctured a hole in Rogi's face," will behave. With that, he left, his cape sweeping behind the closing door.
Rogi got up from his seat and walked towards the door.
"And what are you doing?" asked Kela.
Rogi merely reached into his sac and cradled open a small wallet-like pack.
"We," he said, knees, pack, and eyes on the floor "are going to escape."