. He felt them. Half a dozen Vong warriors were standing at the end of the
hall, just getting out of the lift; blocking the only exit. Zekk didn't
turn.. They were there, that's all he, and they, needed to know for the
moment. He took Jaina's lightsaber and his blaster from his belt. Quietly
he laid Jaina back down on the floor and turned to face the patrol.
Zekk grimaced. Two beat-up Jedi, with only one conscious along with half a dozen kids weren't very intimidating. Immediately Zekk saw Ben being firmly held by one of the warriors. Even better. Now I have to worry about not hurting the kid. Zekk took in a deep breath and ignited Jaina's lightsaber. He felt the energy in the saber's hilt and actually smiled. Although Zekk had lost his lightsaber a year or so ago, he still definitely knew how to use one. Zekk took a battle stance. This is it, he thought. Good hunting.
The Vong, which had advanced while Zekk's back was turned, now stood about twelve feet away. They hissed, which translated as laughter. The Jedi was badly outnumbered. The laughter continued as both sides stood opposite each other before the fight.
Zekk gripped Jaina's lightsaber and gritted his teeth, readying himself for what was ahead.
At that moment, the battle began. Zekk lunged forward and put a well- placed slash with the lightsaber on the shoulder of one unsuspecting warrior, then across the legs of another. He received a blow to his temple that knocked him back a few feet. But he did a backward summer-sault and landed on his feet three feet behind.
For a moment the Vong warriors simply stared at the Jedi that was again at a distance. Zekk glared at them, saber held high and blood seeping from the cut on his forehead.
They rushed him. Zekk let one run into his blade, but another landed a lucky blow and Zekk fell back and rolled, barely missing a gaffi-stick aimed for his head. He got up, two down, he thought, four more to go. Without being able to take a breath another Vong warrior was almost on top of him. It's hideous tattooed head and gouged eyes and filled Zekk's vision. Swinging around Zekk blasted the Vong strait in the face. The would-be victor screamed in agony as his brains were cooked by the blaster charge.
As soon as the body of the dead Vong fell away, Zekk looked around and an armored elbow smashed into his face. He was stunned, and fell back. Blood trickled down from his nose and into his mouth. The world was spinning and Zekk could only make out dim shapes. He recognized a foot in his ribcage though, and he curled up as the air was knocked out of him. He rolled away toward the wall, his mind racing. There had been the smell of an electrical fire. The electrical box had been here somewhere.
Acting more sluggish than he felt he leaned up against the closed electronic box. The voltage it took to support the base was incredible. Zekk's vision cleared and he risked a quick glance around. When he had hit the ground both lightsaber and blaster had been flung over to the other side of the hall behind the attackers. So this had better work.
The Vong who had kicked him hesitated, as if he knew Zekk was acting. The others, however, were too bloodthirsty to hesitate. They had two Jedi down, and if they brought him in it might mean a promotion of some sort. They walked over, and Zekk rolled his eyes dumbly. The hesitant one stayed back as his fellows lumbered up, and one took Zekk by the hair and lifted him up by it. The Vong warrior laughed, reaching an enormous fist back, ready to thoroughly re-arrange Zekk's features.
The Vong accelerated all of his muscles, letting fly a punch that would send Zekk into another dimension, but Zekk tore away from the Vong's grip. The warrior's fist penetrated the mettle box where Zekk's head had rested, imbedding itself in the electronic circuitry the box housed. The Vong shrieked in agony as electricity ran up its arm and stopped its animal- like heart. Zekk jumped away, calling Jaina's lightsaber to him. He stood there, lightsaber raised, challenging on of the last of the Vong patrol. The Vong that had implanted his arm in the circuit box now only twitched as the electrical currents ran around in his burning torso. The scent of scalded flesh and melting wires filled the air, and silence reined.
Zekk's hands felt cold as he gripped the lightsaber. He felt the blood on his face beginning to itch as it dried. Taking a step forward, and on the remaining Vong's features he filled with fear.
The Vong hefted his gaffi-stick, although he knew it wouldn't do much against a lightsaber. However, surrender was against their warrior's code, and he could not accept any sort of defeat. The Vong swung it, and Zekk cut it in half. Again Zekk raised Jaina's lightsaber.waiting.
The Yuzzahn Vong warrior glared at Zekk, it's rotting flesh cracking from the stress of the muscles beneath the skin. The Vong was defenseless, and that left only one alternative. It was dishonor to run from combat.
Zekk swung the blade in a sharp arch, decapitating the Vong warrior with one stroke. Blood splattered the floor and the body slumped down emitting a soft thump when it hit the hard durrasteal.
In the time of a mili-second Zekk faced the last Vong warrior that was standing. The Vong looked terrified. The Warrior clutched Ben's shoulders tightly. It was surprising to Zekk that the three-year old hadn't begun screaming just as soon as the fight started.
The Vong noticed Zekk's glance at the little boy in his clutches and raised his gaffi-stick to Ben's throat. Zekk stopped in his tracks. The Vong started to spew the guttural language of his kind, and Zekk only understood half of it.
Zekk's lips curled up into a snarl as he spoke Vong. "Dan-ym sal tankta. Ka manta chow-fa." What Zekk saw came over the warrior's face was a combination of shock and furry. The Vong always were proud of their language, and what Zekk had said wasn't exactly complimentary. Insulting an enemy wasn't the Jedi way, but it was his style.
The Vong took the gaffi away from Ben's throat, and for a single strange moment Zekk thought that maybe the Vong was going to surrender. . What the warrior did was reach into a bag that was swung across his shoulder and took out what Zekk guessed was a throwing-star. The Vong threw it, and Zekk ducked easily out of its path. Not taking his eyes off of the warrior he advanced. Two steps, then for some reason all the muscles on his right side started to strain and shake. He watched in horror as he dropped Jaina' lightsaber. Then it started on his left side. What's happening to me?
That's when he felt it; a sharp little pain on his neck, right under his ear. Dizziness swept over him and he sank to his knees, then all the way. He lay there in the rubble. It must have been whatever the warrior had thrown at him. But he hadn't felt it! His face was inches away from Jaina's, and she was the last thing he saw before the poison put to sleep. Jaina stirred. Was she still in that nightmare? Or was the nightmare reality? There was light, crying. a little kid was crying.. Was it Ben? She opened her eyes. Zekk.. He was asleep. Jaina first thought she was still dreaming, but then she saw the blood oozing from his nose and the gash on his forehead. No, he had come back for her. She tried to focus her eyes past Zekk, and into the hallway, there was a Vong warrior, holding BEN! One warrior wouldn't be enough to beat up Zekk that badly though. It wasn't until her eyes focused all the way she saw the five others lying on the floor. Whoa. Jaina thought. Again she focused on Zekk. Was he alive? Yes, he was breathing.
Okay. Jaina thought. Only one warrior left. She could take him out, but where was her lightsaber? She glanced at Ben and Ben saw her.
"Aya! Aya!" Ben yelled happily. Jaina knew how dangerous that was. Come on Ben, she thought, Don't tell him I'm awake. Too late.
The warrior looked from the yelling child in his arms to the pile and supposedly two unconscious Jedi. Jaina pulled herself up, grabbing Zekk's blaster, taking aim.
Jaina's right arm hung limp at her side, and her aim with her left hand wasn't that good. She tried a few shots at the Vong's head, but missed. Jaina gritted her teeth, she had to be careful so she wouldn't hit Ben by mistake... However, all of her hits bounced off the almost impenetrable body armor that the Vong wore.
The last warrior advanced, and landed a solid hit on Jaina's chin. She yelped in pain. Pain racked Jaina's brain and she fell back against the rubble. This is it... Jaina thought, I'm so sorry...
Ben began to scream and struggle in his captor's arms. The Vong quickly grew tired of it and slapped the Jedi child across the cheek. Ben ceased his struggling, his face growing red. Jaina could feel the raw power in him without even reaching through the Force. He was actually gathering the power to him... The Vong lifted up a discarded gaffi stick ready to kill the Jedi woman at his feet. Except, the warrior found that he had a very sharp pain in his chest, it was like fire.
Ben's blue eyes shone with the power of the Force, and his little hands were balled into fists. Jaina watched in amazement as snarling lightning suddenly burst from the Vong warrior's widened eyes and licked from his mouth. The Vong shrieked in horror as the lightning burned through his body, jellying his bones and boiling his blood. Abruptly the Vong dropped both the gaffi-stick and Ben letting out a death scream....suddenly dead. Ben Skywalker, son of Luke Skywalker and grandson of Anakin Skywalker, at the age of three had killed a fully grown Vong warrior.
Jaina stared at her cousin; her eyes still didn't register the site before her. Ben ran around the dead Vong and fell into her arms and began to sob uncontrollably. Jaina closed her eyes and hugged the toddler to her, rocking him gently. Besides Ben's crying there was absolute silence in the hall. Jaina tried to clear her mind, Ben had saved them all... She would have to tell Mara and her uncle Luke about this.
Suddenly Jaina remembered that this was reality and her eyes snapped open. Glancing around Jaina saw the other Jedi children huddled in a corner on the side of the hall. Looking down at Zekk she saw a bluish-green beetle squirming on his neck, and she thought she was going to hurl.
Getting up Jaina pulled the insect from Zekk's neck and hurled it at the wall. The beatle splattered against the wall leaving a red stream of blood behind on the silver wall. Jaina felt her heart start to beat faster; they had to get out of here!
"Get up!" Jaina yelled as she shook Zekk's shoulder. He groaned, rolled over, and opened his eyes.
"Come on!" Jaina yelled.
Zekk winced as he got up, but noticed that they were still in the hallway. Which meant they were all still in incredible danger. Grabbing his blaster, he started down the hall. "This way!" He yelled motioning with his hands.
The children and Jedi Knights ran. It was something many of the children had wanted to do for the past twenty minutes, but now the visible way was clear.
However, Jaina knew different. There must be a thousand Vong orbiting the planet, and at least a hundred in the base. This wasn't going to be easy...
(A.N. How'd you guys like that one! hope you enjoyed! I'll put more up later.)
Zekk grimaced. Two beat-up Jedi, with only one conscious along with half a dozen kids weren't very intimidating. Immediately Zekk saw Ben being firmly held by one of the warriors. Even better. Now I have to worry about not hurting the kid. Zekk took in a deep breath and ignited Jaina's lightsaber. He felt the energy in the saber's hilt and actually smiled. Although Zekk had lost his lightsaber a year or so ago, he still definitely knew how to use one. Zekk took a battle stance. This is it, he thought. Good hunting.
The Vong, which had advanced while Zekk's back was turned, now stood about twelve feet away. They hissed, which translated as laughter. The Jedi was badly outnumbered. The laughter continued as both sides stood opposite each other before the fight.
Zekk gripped Jaina's lightsaber and gritted his teeth, readying himself for what was ahead.
At that moment, the battle began. Zekk lunged forward and put a well- placed slash with the lightsaber on the shoulder of one unsuspecting warrior, then across the legs of another. He received a blow to his temple that knocked him back a few feet. But he did a backward summer-sault and landed on his feet three feet behind.
For a moment the Vong warriors simply stared at the Jedi that was again at a distance. Zekk glared at them, saber held high and blood seeping from the cut on his forehead.
They rushed him. Zekk let one run into his blade, but another landed a lucky blow and Zekk fell back and rolled, barely missing a gaffi-stick aimed for his head. He got up, two down, he thought, four more to go. Without being able to take a breath another Vong warrior was almost on top of him. It's hideous tattooed head and gouged eyes and filled Zekk's vision. Swinging around Zekk blasted the Vong strait in the face. The would-be victor screamed in agony as his brains were cooked by the blaster charge.
As soon as the body of the dead Vong fell away, Zekk looked around and an armored elbow smashed into his face. He was stunned, and fell back. Blood trickled down from his nose and into his mouth. The world was spinning and Zekk could only make out dim shapes. He recognized a foot in his ribcage though, and he curled up as the air was knocked out of him. He rolled away toward the wall, his mind racing. There had been the smell of an electrical fire. The electrical box had been here somewhere.
Acting more sluggish than he felt he leaned up against the closed electronic box. The voltage it took to support the base was incredible. Zekk's vision cleared and he risked a quick glance around. When he had hit the ground both lightsaber and blaster had been flung over to the other side of the hall behind the attackers. So this had better work.
The Vong who had kicked him hesitated, as if he knew Zekk was acting. The others, however, were too bloodthirsty to hesitate. They had two Jedi down, and if they brought him in it might mean a promotion of some sort. They walked over, and Zekk rolled his eyes dumbly. The hesitant one stayed back as his fellows lumbered up, and one took Zekk by the hair and lifted him up by it. The Vong warrior laughed, reaching an enormous fist back, ready to thoroughly re-arrange Zekk's features.
The Vong accelerated all of his muscles, letting fly a punch that would send Zekk into another dimension, but Zekk tore away from the Vong's grip. The warrior's fist penetrated the mettle box where Zekk's head had rested, imbedding itself in the electronic circuitry the box housed. The Vong shrieked in agony as electricity ran up its arm and stopped its animal- like heart. Zekk jumped away, calling Jaina's lightsaber to him. He stood there, lightsaber raised, challenging on of the last of the Vong patrol. The Vong that had implanted his arm in the circuit box now only twitched as the electrical currents ran around in his burning torso. The scent of scalded flesh and melting wires filled the air, and silence reined.
Zekk's hands felt cold as he gripped the lightsaber. He felt the blood on his face beginning to itch as it dried. Taking a step forward, and on the remaining Vong's features he filled with fear.
The Vong hefted his gaffi-stick, although he knew it wouldn't do much against a lightsaber. However, surrender was against their warrior's code, and he could not accept any sort of defeat. The Vong swung it, and Zekk cut it in half. Again Zekk raised Jaina's lightsaber.waiting.
The Yuzzahn Vong warrior glared at Zekk, it's rotting flesh cracking from the stress of the muscles beneath the skin. The Vong was defenseless, and that left only one alternative. It was dishonor to run from combat.
Zekk swung the blade in a sharp arch, decapitating the Vong warrior with one stroke. Blood splattered the floor and the body slumped down emitting a soft thump when it hit the hard durrasteal.
In the time of a mili-second Zekk faced the last Vong warrior that was standing. The Vong looked terrified. The Warrior clutched Ben's shoulders tightly. It was surprising to Zekk that the three-year old hadn't begun screaming just as soon as the fight started.
The Vong noticed Zekk's glance at the little boy in his clutches and raised his gaffi-stick to Ben's throat. Zekk stopped in his tracks. The Vong started to spew the guttural language of his kind, and Zekk only understood half of it.
Zekk's lips curled up into a snarl as he spoke Vong. "Dan-ym sal tankta. Ka manta chow-fa." What Zekk saw came over the warrior's face was a combination of shock and furry. The Vong always were proud of their language, and what Zekk had said wasn't exactly complimentary. Insulting an enemy wasn't the Jedi way, but it was his style.
The Vong took the gaffi away from Ben's throat, and for a single strange moment Zekk thought that maybe the Vong was going to surrender. . What the warrior did was reach into a bag that was swung across his shoulder and took out what Zekk guessed was a throwing-star. The Vong threw it, and Zekk ducked easily out of its path. Not taking his eyes off of the warrior he advanced. Two steps, then for some reason all the muscles on his right side started to strain and shake. He watched in horror as he dropped Jaina' lightsaber. Then it started on his left side. What's happening to me?
That's when he felt it; a sharp little pain on his neck, right under his ear. Dizziness swept over him and he sank to his knees, then all the way. He lay there in the rubble. It must have been whatever the warrior had thrown at him. But he hadn't felt it! His face was inches away from Jaina's, and she was the last thing he saw before the poison put to sleep. Jaina stirred. Was she still in that nightmare? Or was the nightmare reality? There was light, crying. a little kid was crying.. Was it Ben? She opened her eyes. Zekk.. He was asleep. Jaina first thought she was still dreaming, but then she saw the blood oozing from his nose and the gash on his forehead. No, he had come back for her. She tried to focus her eyes past Zekk, and into the hallway, there was a Vong warrior, holding BEN! One warrior wouldn't be enough to beat up Zekk that badly though. It wasn't until her eyes focused all the way she saw the five others lying on the floor. Whoa. Jaina thought. Again she focused on Zekk. Was he alive? Yes, he was breathing.
Okay. Jaina thought. Only one warrior left. She could take him out, but where was her lightsaber? She glanced at Ben and Ben saw her.
"Aya! Aya!" Ben yelled happily. Jaina knew how dangerous that was. Come on Ben, she thought, Don't tell him I'm awake. Too late.
The warrior looked from the yelling child in his arms to the pile and supposedly two unconscious Jedi. Jaina pulled herself up, grabbing Zekk's blaster, taking aim.
Jaina's right arm hung limp at her side, and her aim with her left hand wasn't that good. She tried a few shots at the Vong's head, but missed. Jaina gritted her teeth, she had to be careful so she wouldn't hit Ben by mistake... However, all of her hits bounced off the almost impenetrable body armor that the Vong wore.
The last warrior advanced, and landed a solid hit on Jaina's chin. She yelped in pain. Pain racked Jaina's brain and she fell back against the rubble. This is it... Jaina thought, I'm so sorry...
Ben began to scream and struggle in his captor's arms. The Vong quickly grew tired of it and slapped the Jedi child across the cheek. Ben ceased his struggling, his face growing red. Jaina could feel the raw power in him without even reaching through the Force. He was actually gathering the power to him... The Vong lifted up a discarded gaffi stick ready to kill the Jedi woman at his feet. Except, the warrior found that he had a very sharp pain in his chest, it was like fire.
Ben's blue eyes shone with the power of the Force, and his little hands were balled into fists. Jaina watched in amazement as snarling lightning suddenly burst from the Vong warrior's widened eyes and licked from his mouth. The Vong shrieked in horror as the lightning burned through his body, jellying his bones and boiling his blood. Abruptly the Vong dropped both the gaffi-stick and Ben letting out a death scream....suddenly dead. Ben Skywalker, son of Luke Skywalker and grandson of Anakin Skywalker, at the age of three had killed a fully grown Vong warrior.
Jaina stared at her cousin; her eyes still didn't register the site before her. Ben ran around the dead Vong and fell into her arms and began to sob uncontrollably. Jaina closed her eyes and hugged the toddler to her, rocking him gently. Besides Ben's crying there was absolute silence in the hall. Jaina tried to clear her mind, Ben had saved them all... She would have to tell Mara and her uncle Luke about this.
Suddenly Jaina remembered that this was reality and her eyes snapped open. Glancing around Jaina saw the other Jedi children huddled in a corner on the side of the hall. Looking down at Zekk she saw a bluish-green beetle squirming on his neck, and she thought she was going to hurl.
Getting up Jaina pulled the insect from Zekk's neck and hurled it at the wall. The beatle splattered against the wall leaving a red stream of blood behind on the silver wall. Jaina felt her heart start to beat faster; they had to get out of here!
"Get up!" Jaina yelled as she shook Zekk's shoulder. He groaned, rolled over, and opened his eyes.
"Come on!" Jaina yelled.
Zekk winced as he got up, but noticed that they were still in the hallway. Which meant they were all still in incredible danger. Grabbing his blaster, he started down the hall. "This way!" He yelled motioning with his hands.
The children and Jedi Knights ran. It was something many of the children had wanted to do for the past twenty minutes, but now the visible way was clear.
However, Jaina knew different. There must be a thousand Vong orbiting the planet, and at least a hundred in the base. This wasn't going to be easy...
(A.N. How'd you guys like that one! hope you enjoyed! I'll put more up later.)