Been soooo long!!! Can't believe it! Been working on 'I'm Jaina, Your
Daughter from the Future' and 'Austin Powers meets Star Wars'. I wanted to
make sure I get Vader and Nikki's characters right, so hard sometimes!
Well, here's my week's work! Enjoy!
Chapter 8: Battle
Nikki and Rogi sat together on the bench. No sign of the Rebels. They waited for lunch patiently. They heard the door open. And a respirator.
In a mad rush Darth Vader in one swift, fluid movement come into the cell, grabbed hold of Nikki and Rogi's hand, and pulled them out and through the curved halls. The leather death grip cut all circulation in Nikki's hand. Her purple eyes darted from the amused, eerie glances a few passing Imperial officers gave her that sent chills down her spine and the bewildered one on her friend's face.
Nikki performed a sort of skip, tiptoeing around Vader's billowing cape and performing semi-leaps as she attempted to avoid being dragged on the floor, which she didn't doubt would happen if she slowed down. She pushed herself to the side as a squad of stormtroopers stomped by. Slowly the thirteen- year old girl noticed more and more pilots and what looked like engineers and technicians. After another swerve she felt an abrupt stop and her body rock forward slightly. The Sith lord had stopped short of the helmeted pilots with a chill of perfection.
"Guard me," Darth Vader clipped.
Brown met violet once again, wide like water ponds. 'Guard me'. The second in command of the Empire was going into battle, in a fighter. The confused eyes shook and the gaze was interrupted viciously as Darth Vader continued forward. They headed straight towards a doorway - the same hangar doorway. Vader used Rogi's momentum to his advantage as he thrust the boy in front of him through the tight doorway, then returned in lead.
A sharp right turn sent Rogi on his knees. In fluid motion, he was pulled forward onto his feet by incredible Sith strength. A TIE fighter, a liquid- black craft that shrilled a sleekness so sharp that could give one's sight a paper cut if possible, nearly stopped the exasperated two teenagers. The entrance fell gracefully yet with brisk efficiency, much like it's cape- clad owner. This time, it was Nikki who was first to enter. She felt Vader's steel grip move her whole body violently in front. Her quick legs caught on to the small ladder/stairway and ascended. There was darkness and shadows of unknown equipment ahead, and childlike fear, of all the times, fell upon her.
Suddenly Nikki felt her hand released of Vader's grip. Just as quickly, she felt a rough push on her back and the cramped surroundings of the TIE fighter. Another body, a boy's, fell almost limply on her back. To nervous to move, Nikki heard the hiss of the stairway closing. Lights came to life and the engine purred.
When Rogi moved a little to the side she turned her head slightly. Against the light of the hangar she saw the unmistakable silhouette of Darth Vader's helmet, moving as he probably scanned the control board. She saw his arms and fingers move as he reached upward. Eerily, they moved just like any other person's, same joints, pushing buttons and tying codes, all humanlike despite the alien black appearance. She studied the place more closely and saw that she and Rogi were behind Vader's cockpit chair in space normally reserved for small provisions and safety kits.
"Nikki, we're going into battle. We need to move and get ready. The ships gonna rock around, and you might hurt your head like that."
"You're right," she replied, also cracking the silence.
At the same time the ship rose in the air and flew slowly yet stealthily to the hangar exit. Rogi quickly sat up and huddled on one side, Nikki then sat against the other. The ceiling where they sat was about 3-3.5 feet high. They had just enough room to lay their legs out diagonally and right up to the pilot's chair.
The space craft rushed forward, gluing Rogi and Nikki's backs onto the metallic surface. With deliberate grace the TIE fighter dove and swerved, Rogi pushed his feet against the cockpit chair, Nikki followed, she leaned her back lower so that it curved where the floor and wall met, arms frantically clung to any surface. If the pilot found the pressure against his chair irritable he didn't care to mention it.
Nikki and Rogi couldn't see what was going on, but they could hear. Missile blasts roared non-stop, dodged repeatedly by them, at least. Not that Vader was just on the defense. In fact, it was he who was firing the most missiles, sending bolt after bolt, and, judging by the explosions that followed each shot, hitting each target he wished. It had never occurred to Nikki that Darth Vader may have been such a talented pilot, even though he was obviously fluent in the ways of the lightsaber and the Force. If she had unconsciously pondered escape earlier, well, those thoughts certainly weren't coming up now.
Less missile shots were soon heard, and the TIE fighter's lethally graceful movements became more concentrated and faster, the turns sharper. Nikki grabbed hold of Rogi's hand, who returned the gesture with equal grip, their fingers entangled, giving strength to each other as the ship dove 80 degrees. Nikki felt her stomach lurch, her toes stretched out in her shoes, her body tightened. Rogi had his arm somewhere over her head on the wall, pressing against it.
Nikki was afraid to say anything, but it seemed as though Darth Vader was getting aggravated. Not the cool displeasure she had seen before, but almost like he was, well, struggling. In a strange ironic way, Nikki was now wishing that Darth Vader was strong and powerful and would get them out of this mess alive. The inner-realization that she was cheering for her captor washed over her slowly.
"The force is strong in this one," he commented coolly, almost amused.
"The force."
Nikki's eyes darted to her friends'.
"The force is the power," Rogi said quietly, whispered again. "That's what its called."
Nikki only nodded softly.
A steel tremor shook Rogi. Nikki felt an instant change and ignored the laws of gravity and turned.
"Its gonna blow up!" he blurted, his eyes wild.
"Wha...?" Nikki stammered weakly.
"I've got you now!" declared Vader.
Rogi continued, "Get a grip! Hang on! Its go..."
Nikki was sitting with her legs laid out when she saw the sudden elation to the side and how it rose up. Bewilderment melted her features, then hardened as the TIE fighter performed a perfect 360 degree turn. She fell onto Rogi's stiff arm and pushed against him. Then the true elation happened. 90 degrees up. Suddenly the floor became a wall and Nikki and Rogi, helpless yet strong, were at first shocked. An adrenaline surged through them to their wide eyes. Then the G-forced caught up. A huge planet- shattering onslaught of force shook the back wall where they had been leaning on. At that instant an inner-streak of pain and... and grabbing away from, pulling, stealing, burned and ached inside Nikki. No teeth clenching could cover the scream that ripped, high and shrill at first, then shouted, pointed groans. Her senses blurred and paralyzed, it was not a shock when they entered hyperspeed.
Completely engrossed into the force, Darth Vader lunged the TIE away from the doomed Death Star as soon as the Rebel was readying himself to launch it. The Rebel was a force-user. A very strong one, at that. The explosion of the space-station sent a tremor through the force. A girl's scream sent him cursing, but, though aggravated, he kept his concentration as he nailed the coordinates.
For three full minutes, Nikki only breathed. She forced the oxygen into her lungs, blinked her eyes, trying to sooth the inner rip and burning.
Finally in hyperspeed, Darth Vader allowed himself to break away from piloting mode. It would take fourteen hours to reach the nearest Imperial base. There was much time. The girl was still in pain, groaning. Reaching into the force once more, he immediately sent waves of comfort and calmness, a small healing power, to the child.
In a middle of another fit, a cool serenity took Nikki. She let it fall, eagerly, and immediately settled down. Rogi, watching all this, was thoroughly confused.
"What just happened?"
"I sent your friend a healing wave," answered the Dark Lord.
Rogi regretted asking. The last time he had talked directly to him, he wasn't able to answer back due to a sudden lack of oxygen.
"What's that," risky Rogi continued anyways.
"Using the Force, one can send waves of comfort and energy to sooth pain and heal wounds," Darth Vader explained, sounding calm and dignified, like a professor.
"Why did you do that to Nikki?" Rogi dared.
"Why wouldn't I? She is my apprentice, my student. It is an obligation, young one, for a master to care for his pupil when in injury."
Rogi couldn't believe it. Darth dude had something a heart. Or was pretending to have one.
"What are you going to do? Train us?"
"Precisely," Vader clipped. "I will teach you and your comrade the ways of the Force and the Sith."
"What's Sith?" asked a tired Nikki.
"The Sith is an ancient religion in which its practitioners use their anger as a source of Force energy. I am the Lord of the Sith."
"The Force is the power we have, right?"
"It certainly is."
Is it just me, Nikki thought, or is Vader in a good mood?
She wanted to ask more questions, but sleepiness hushed her. Little by little, her will to keep awake withered away until it collapsed.
Rogi watched as his friends' eyes flickered, then shut for the last time. As much as he wanted to ask more questions, he fell asleep as well.
14 hours later...
It wasn't the drift out of hyperspeed that woke Nikki up. Nor was it the new louder sounds of the engine as it prepared to land. She simply woke up. In one second she was out cold, the next, she was as clear-minded and alert as the afternoon before.
Don't worry, I'll update this real soon! Promise! If you got any ideas for the training, conversations, etc? Comments? Anything? Please review!!! It SOOO helps! Thanks a bunch!!!
Chapter 8: Battle
Nikki and Rogi sat together on the bench. No sign of the Rebels. They waited for lunch patiently. They heard the door open. And a respirator.
In a mad rush Darth Vader in one swift, fluid movement come into the cell, grabbed hold of Nikki and Rogi's hand, and pulled them out and through the curved halls. The leather death grip cut all circulation in Nikki's hand. Her purple eyes darted from the amused, eerie glances a few passing Imperial officers gave her that sent chills down her spine and the bewildered one on her friend's face.
Nikki performed a sort of skip, tiptoeing around Vader's billowing cape and performing semi-leaps as she attempted to avoid being dragged on the floor, which she didn't doubt would happen if she slowed down. She pushed herself to the side as a squad of stormtroopers stomped by. Slowly the thirteen- year old girl noticed more and more pilots and what looked like engineers and technicians. After another swerve she felt an abrupt stop and her body rock forward slightly. The Sith lord had stopped short of the helmeted pilots with a chill of perfection.
"Guard me," Darth Vader clipped.
Brown met violet once again, wide like water ponds. 'Guard me'. The second in command of the Empire was going into battle, in a fighter. The confused eyes shook and the gaze was interrupted viciously as Darth Vader continued forward. They headed straight towards a doorway - the same hangar doorway. Vader used Rogi's momentum to his advantage as he thrust the boy in front of him through the tight doorway, then returned in lead.
A sharp right turn sent Rogi on his knees. In fluid motion, he was pulled forward onto his feet by incredible Sith strength. A TIE fighter, a liquid- black craft that shrilled a sleekness so sharp that could give one's sight a paper cut if possible, nearly stopped the exasperated two teenagers. The entrance fell gracefully yet with brisk efficiency, much like it's cape- clad owner. This time, it was Nikki who was first to enter. She felt Vader's steel grip move her whole body violently in front. Her quick legs caught on to the small ladder/stairway and ascended. There was darkness and shadows of unknown equipment ahead, and childlike fear, of all the times, fell upon her.
Suddenly Nikki felt her hand released of Vader's grip. Just as quickly, she felt a rough push on her back and the cramped surroundings of the TIE fighter. Another body, a boy's, fell almost limply on her back. To nervous to move, Nikki heard the hiss of the stairway closing. Lights came to life and the engine purred.
When Rogi moved a little to the side she turned her head slightly. Against the light of the hangar she saw the unmistakable silhouette of Darth Vader's helmet, moving as he probably scanned the control board. She saw his arms and fingers move as he reached upward. Eerily, they moved just like any other person's, same joints, pushing buttons and tying codes, all humanlike despite the alien black appearance. She studied the place more closely and saw that she and Rogi were behind Vader's cockpit chair in space normally reserved for small provisions and safety kits.
"Nikki, we're going into battle. We need to move and get ready. The ships gonna rock around, and you might hurt your head like that."
"You're right," she replied, also cracking the silence.
At the same time the ship rose in the air and flew slowly yet stealthily to the hangar exit. Rogi quickly sat up and huddled on one side, Nikki then sat against the other. The ceiling where they sat was about 3-3.5 feet high. They had just enough room to lay their legs out diagonally and right up to the pilot's chair.
The space craft rushed forward, gluing Rogi and Nikki's backs onto the metallic surface. With deliberate grace the TIE fighter dove and swerved, Rogi pushed his feet against the cockpit chair, Nikki followed, she leaned her back lower so that it curved where the floor and wall met, arms frantically clung to any surface. If the pilot found the pressure against his chair irritable he didn't care to mention it.
Nikki and Rogi couldn't see what was going on, but they could hear. Missile blasts roared non-stop, dodged repeatedly by them, at least. Not that Vader was just on the defense. In fact, it was he who was firing the most missiles, sending bolt after bolt, and, judging by the explosions that followed each shot, hitting each target he wished. It had never occurred to Nikki that Darth Vader may have been such a talented pilot, even though he was obviously fluent in the ways of the lightsaber and the Force. If she had unconsciously pondered escape earlier, well, those thoughts certainly weren't coming up now.
Less missile shots were soon heard, and the TIE fighter's lethally graceful movements became more concentrated and faster, the turns sharper. Nikki grabbed hold of Rogi's hand, who returned the gesture with equal grip, their fingers entangled, giving strength to each other as the ship dove 80 degrees. Nikki felt her stomach lurch, her toes stretched out in her shoes, her body tightened. Rogi had his arm somewhere over her head on the wall, pressing against it.
Nikki was afraid to say anything, but it seemed as though Darth Vader was getting aggravated. Not the cool displeasure she had seen before, but almost like he was, well, struggling. In a strange ironic way, Nikki was now wishing that Darth Vader was strong and powerful and would get them out of this mess alive. The inner-realization that she was cheering for her captor washed over her slowly.
"The force is strong in this one," he commented coolly, almost amused.
"The force."
Nikki's eyes darted to her friends'.
"The force is the power," Rogi said quietly, whispered again. "That's what its called."
Nikki only nodded softly.
A steel tremor shook Rogi. Nikki felt an instant change and ignored the laws of gravity and turned.
"Its gonna blow up!" he blurted, his eyes wild.
"Wha...?" Nikki stammered weakly.
"I've got you now!" declared Vader.
Rogi continued, "Get a grip! Hang on! Its go..."
Nikki was sitting with her legs laid out when she saw the sudden elation to the side and how it rose up. Bewilderment melted her features, then hardened as the TIE fighter performed a perfect 360 degree turn. She fell onto Rogi's stiff arm and pushed against him. Then the true elation happened. 90 degrees up. Suddenly the floor became a wall and Nikki and Rogi, helpless yet strong, were at first shocked. An adrenaline surged through them to their wide eyes. Then the G-forced caught up. A huge planet- shattering onslaught of force shook the back wall where they had been leaning on. At that instant an inner-streak of pain and... and grabbing away from, pulling, stealing, burned and ached inside Nikki. No teeth clenching could cover the scream that ripped, high and shrill at first, then shouted, pointed groans. Her senses blurred and paralyzed, it was not a shock when they entered hyperspeed.
Completely engrossed into the force, Darth Vader lunged the TIE away from the doomed Death Star as soon as the Rebel was readying himself to launch it. The Rebel was a force-user. A very strong one, at that. The explosion of the space-station sent a tremor through the force. A girl's scream sent him cursing, but, though aggravated, he kept his concentration as he nailed the coordinates.
For three full minutes, Nikki only breathed. She forced the oxygen into her lungs, blinked her eyes, trying to sooth the inner rip and burning.
Finally in hyperspeed, Darth Vader allowed himself to break away from piloting mode. It would take fourteen hours to reach the nearest Imperial base. There was much time. The girl was still in pain, groaning. Reaching into the force once more, he immediately sent waves of comfort and calmness, a small healing power, to the child.
In a middle of another fit, a cool serenity took Nikki. She let it fall, eagerly, and immediately settled down. Rogi, watching all this, was thoroughly confused.
"What just happened?"
"I sent your friend a healing wave," answered the Dark Lord.
Rogi regretted asking. The last time he had talked directly to him, he wasn't able to answer back due to a sudden lack of oxygen.
"What's that," risky Rogi continued anyways.
"Using the Force, one can send waves of comfort and energy to sooth pain and heal wounds," Darth Vader explained, sounding calm and dignified, like a professor.
"Why did you do that to Nikki?" Rogi dared.
"Why wouldn't I? She is my apprentice, my student. It is an obligation, young one, for a master to care for his pupil when in injury."
Rogi couldn't believe it. Darth dude had something a heart. Or was pretending to have one.
"What are you going to do? Train us?"
"Precisely," Vader clipped. "I will teach you and your comrade the ways of the Force and the Sith."
"What's Sith?" asked a tired Nikki.
"The Sith is an ancient religion in which its practitioners use their anger as a source of Force energy. I am the Lord of the Sith."
"The Force is the power we have, right?"
"It certainly is."
Is it just me, Nikki thought, or is Vader in a good mood?
She wanted to ask more questions, but sleepiness hushed her. Little by little, her will to keep awake withered away until it collapsed.
Rogi watched as his friends' eyes flickered, then shut for the last time. As much as he wanted to ask more questions, he fell asleep as well.
14 hours later...
It wasn't the drift out of hyperspeed that woke Nikki up. Nor was it the new louder sounds of the engine as it prepared to land. She simply woke up. In one second she was out cold, the next, she was as clear-minded and alert as the afternoon before.
Don't worry, I'll update this real soon! Promise! If you got any ideas for the training, conversations, etc? Comments? Anything? Please review!!! It SOOO helps! Thanks a bunch!!!