Chapter 7: Escape
"Do you have any weapons?" asked Nikki. The ship was too small and heavily guarded for them to sneak off. They would need to shoot through the corridors and fly to safety to even have a chance of escape.
The kneeling boy pulled out a couple of canisters and in less than 10 seconds was holding two sleek complete blasters just begging to kill.
"Can you shoot?"
Nikki reached for and studied one of the weapons.
"I have a moderate shot," she answered. "And you?"
"I can shoot better than anyone on the planet. Do you fly?"
"I can fly anything I wish from anyone I want."
"Good. Flight is a skill I do not master in."
Rogi took a thin rod that Nikki recognized as smuggler craft and slipped it through the slit between the door and the wall. He then slipped a wire through next to the rod and plugged the end he held to a crude palm-size machine. Probably manmade, thought Nikki. Rogi struggled with a loose switch and a buzzing sound shocked Nikki's tigress senses. The mechanical and engineering genius thumbed several bare buttons and with the other pushed the door sideways as it slid open. Nikki stood at ready while the boy carefully threw his supplied in his sac. In 15 seconds he, too, was gripping his blaster.
Nikki gestured with her blaster the left side of the hallway. They ran down the hall.
Evidently, they weren't the only ones.
Darth Vader stood at the head of the narrow bright corridor. He made not movement except a raised gloved hand.
Nikki, panting from a life-long dependence on speeders instead of feet for transportation, stared hard at Rogi's back and mentally screamed at him to go faster.
I heard you, already! shouted a voice in Nikki's head. Rogi's voice. She couldn't believe it. They could communicate telepathically.
Before she could rejoice her feet were pulled backwards and her face met the freezing metallic floor that felt like a refrigerator. A loud thud told her that Rogi had met the same fate. Simultaneously they were pulled backwards to an impatient Darth Vader at the end. Nikki struggled with her shirt to keep it from going up. The girl, now plunged in rest, eyes fluttering with daze, didn't even try to get up. He was too powerful. Brutal logic.
Nikki and Rogi found themselves several inches from the floor, raised with an invisible power two feet from an angry Sith lord. For the first since they could remember, Rogi and Nikki were very scared.
"Despite my warnings you two attempted to escape," the dark lord growled, each word rumbling out of the thing, the power-machine. Darth Vader glare met each of the children's hard faces. This is what I get for trying to train a couple of teenagers. Rebellious, restless, ignorant teenagers.
Nikki and Rogi counted each second, calculated each breath, stared at each black eye hole.
"Since you children are so eager to run about and play," Darth Vader said in a teasing tone, "why don't begin your training now?"
A burning sensation crawled up Nikki and Rogi's backs. Their faces contorted stiffly.
"Rule number one: I am the master. You are the pupils. You listen to me and me only. If you do not and decide to be rebellious children, you pay the consequences. Do I make myself understood?"
Darth Vader's grinding words were obeyed with weak nods.
Jackass Rogi's angry thoughts reached to Nikki. Mother f***ing son of a.
Shut your trap, he might be listening
Hell, if I got.aaaahhhh!
Nikki watched in horror as Rogi's face turned an unsettling shade of reddish-blue as he struggled for air.
Great. Now I'm going to train two vulgar and bratty rebellious, restless, ignorant teenagers, muttered Vader in his head. Their mothers should be hanged.
"Rule number two: you shall mind your language and treat your superiors with respect. I will not tolerate this profanity, boy."
Darth Vader released his grip, and Rogi gulped the delicious air.
Suddenly Rogi and Nikki fell on their backs. The two dazed teenagers struggled up to their feet.
"Do you have any weapons?" asked Nikki. The ship was too small and heavily guarded for them to sneak off. They would need to shoot through the corridors and fly to safety to even have a chance of escape.
The kneeling boy pulled out a couple of canisters and in less than 10 seconds was holding two sleek complete blasters just begging to kill.
"Can you shoot?"
Nikki reached for and studied one of the weapons.
"I have a moderate shot," she answered. "And you?"
"I can shoot better than anyone on the planet. Do you fly?"
"I can fly anything I wish from anyone I want."
"Good. Flight is a skill I do not master in."
Rogi took a thin rod that Nikki recognized as smuggler craft and slipped it through the slit between the door and the wall. He then slipped a wire through next to the rod and plugged the end he held to a crude palm-size machine. Probably manmade, thought Nikki. Rogi struggled with a loose switch and a buzzing sound shocked Nikki's tigress senses. The mechanical and engineering genius thumbed several bare buttons and with the other pushed the door sideways as it slid open. Nikki stood at ready while the boy carefully threw his supplied in his sac. In 15 seconds he, too, was gripping his blaster.
Nikki gestured with her blaster the left side of the hallway. They ran down the hall.
Evidently, they weren't the only ones.
Darth Vader stood at the head of the narrow bright corridor. He made not movement except a raised gloved hand.
Nikki, panting from a life-long dependence on speeders instead of feet for transportation, stared hard at Rogi's back and mentally screamed at him to go faster.
I heard you, already! shouted a voice in Nikki's head. Rogi's voice. She couldn't believe it. They could communicate telepathically.
Before she could rejoice her feet were pulled backwards and her face met the freezing metallic floor that felt like a refrigerator. A loud thud told her that Rogi had met the same fate. Simultaneously they were pulled backwards to an impatient Darth Vader at the end. Nikki struggled with her shirt to keep it from going up. The girl, now plunged in rest, eyes fluttering with daze, didn't even try to get up. He was too powerful. Brutal logic.
Nikki and Rogi found themselves several inches from the floor, raised with an invisible power two feet from an angry Sith lord. For the first since they could remember, Rogi and Nikki were very scared.
"Despite my warnings you two attempted to escape," the dark lord growled, each word rumbling out of the thing, the power-machine. Darth Vader glare met each of the children's hard faces. This is what I get for trying to train a couple of teenagers. Rebellious, restless, ignorant teenagers.
Nikki and Rogi counted each second, calculated each breath, stared at each black eye hole.
"Since you children are so eager to run about and play," Darth Vader said in a teasing tone, "why don't begin your training now?"
A burning sensation crawled up Nikki and Rogi's backs. Their faces contorted stiffly.
"Rule number one: I am the master. You are the pupils. You listen to me and me only. If you do not and decide to be rebellious children, you pay the consequences. Do I make myself understood?"
Darth Vader's grinding words were obeyed with weak nods.
Jackass Rogi's angry thoughts reached to Nikki. Mother f***ing son of a.
Shut your trap, he might be listening
Hell, if I got.aaaahhhh!
Nikki watched in horror as Rogi's face turned an unsettling shade of reddish-blue as he struggled for air.
Great. Now I'm going to train two vulgar and bratty rebellious, restless, ignorant teenagers, muttered Vader in his head. Their mothers should be hanged.
"Rule number two: you shall mind your language and treat your superiors with respect. I will not tolerate this profanity, boy."
Darth Vader released his grip, and Rogi gulped the delicious air.
Suddenly Rogi and Nikki fell on their backs. The two dazed teenagers struggled up to their feet.