Chapter 5: Sith
Back at his temporary residence, Vir dissected the stolen lightsaber. The extraordinary craftsmanship of the handle, the beautiful hilt, each part was the work of a perfectionist striving for nothing but the best. All that gone to waste. With mixed emotions, Vir elongated the emitter slightly, allowing for a power injector to be attached to the blade end. You never knew when a bit of power came in handy. He also modified the battery to store more energy. Still, he felt bad as he "mangled" Ra-wyne's beautiful weapon. But it was his now.
He stepped out of the crumbling building with the holocrons in his haversack. Ha had to get down to finding the Sith, but he desperately needed some cash. And the spaceport was always a good way of finding bits of information.
Beggars clamoured him the moment he entered. Shaking them off in disgust, he headed for the bar. Always the bar. He sat himself down and ordered a H'toch Deep. Then he spotted the Jedi. Cursing at himself for forgetting that the Jedi also hung around the spaceport, he pulled up his collar, finished his drink and departed as quickly as possible. But he had forgotten another important giveaway. The holocrons in his bag. He could mask his but that ability had absolutely no effect on anything else, no matter how close to him it was. The older Jedi sensed it first. Thinking that it was a peddler, he sent his Padawan after Vir. Trying to remain calm, Vir pushed his way through the crowds, aware of his stalker. He passed an old pilot telling a group of children stories.
" And deep within the abandoned factories of Coruscant, the enemies lurked-"
" Thanks," he yelled to the man, and broke into a run. The confused pilot stared.
True to the old man's tale, there still were Sith in Coruscant. Especially the abandoned areas. Vir flagged down the first taxi he saw and hopped in. the Padawan followed in an airsppeder. The multicoloured nightlife of Coruscant became a blur as they sped away from the cities.
" Can't you go any faster?" Vir was getting frustrated. In a sudden burst of anger, he shoved the driver out of the taxi and took the controls. The strange feeling of guilt returned. He shrugged it off and jammed down the accelerator. They passed the suburbs, the Jedi seemed cautious to go on, and lagged a little. Vir took this as an opportunity for escape, and sped up. They swerved around the abandoned offices, down into the catacombs of alleyways and slums. Vir shot into transport tunnels, taking his chances without a map. The Jedi clung on like a leech. Hell, this chum here can bloody well fly, thought Vir. Hopefully he's not ready for this. Vir looked back to judge the distance between him and the Jedi. The he was a girl. HELL! Thought Vir. This just makes it worse. Only then did he realize the building in front of him. He jumped off just in time.
The Sith warrior heard the explosion. He scowled at the thought of intruders. Probably some kids looking for a hideout. Well, they were about to be disappointed. Deeply disappointed. They would find a former Sith hideout. They would find a banished Sith warrior, his Darth status confiscated. They would find the best display of lightsaber skills in the galaxy. Used against them.
Vir woke up with a sharp pain in his right front arm. It was broken from being landed on. He grunted at the pain and hoped the holocrons were safe. No time to check. The girl could be coming any time now. Then he sensed someone full of hate coming his way. He ducked behind a pillar, and watched from there. The warrior had his lightsaber drawn, an expression of pure fury on his face. The Sith was coming his way.
" Oi! Over here!" the warrior spun around, let out a roar of anger and charged.
Vir groaned. The girl thought he was a civilian and was attempting to protect him. And what a corny line too. Cursing, he sprinted towards the girl and threw himself between the two. He held the Sith holocron in front of him like a shield and closed his eyes.The warrior stopped his saber just in time. He was visibly shaken at the sight of such a powerful artifact of evil. In that split second, he didn't notice Vir unholstering his lightsaber. He didn't notice the blue blade slice through the air around his neck. He still had that expression on his face as his head was neatly chopped off.
The girl was trembling from all the action. Being a Padawan, she had never experienced hard action out on the field. Vir turned around.
" Are you all right?"
The girl didn't answer. With a look of strained terror on her face, she got up, turned and ran.
Vir could have kicked himself. His first lead to the Sith and he had blown it. Then he noticed the dead warrior's lightsaber, still gripped in the cold hand. It seemed very light, almost weightless. Probably for extra control. Taking out a pistol, he blasted a small hole in the handle. An almost invisible gas floated out. Tibanna gas. This definitely meant one place: Bespin.
Back at his temporary residence, Vir dissected the stolen lightsaber. The extraordinary craftsmanship of the handle, the beautiful hilt, each part was the work of a perfectionist striving for nothing but the best. All that gone to waste. With mixed emotions, Vir elongated the emitter slightly, allowing for a power injector to be attached to the blade end. You never knew when a bit of power came in handy. He also modified the battery to store more energy. Still, he felt bad as he "mangled" Ra-wyne's beautiful weapon. But it was his now.
He stepped out of the crumbling building with the holocrons in his haversack. Ha had to get down to finding the Sith, but he desperately needed some cash. And the spaceport was always a good way of finding bits of information.
Beggars clamoured him the moment he entered. Shaking them off in disgust, he headed for the bar. Always the bar. He sat himself down and ordered a H'toch Deep. Then he spotted the Jedi. Cursing at himself for forgetting that the Jedi also hung around the spaceport, he pulled up his collar, finished his drink and departed as quickly as possible. But he had forgotten another important giveaway. The holocrons in his bag. He could mask his but that ability had absolutely no effect on anything else, no matter how close to him it was. The older Jedi sensed it first. Thinking that it was a peddler, he sent his Padawan after Vir. Trying to remain calm, Vir pushed his way through the crowds, aware of his stalker. He passed an old pilot telling a group of children stories.
" And deep within the abandoned factories of Coruscant, the enemies lurked-"
" Thanks," he yelled to the man, and broke into a run. The confused pilot stared.
True to the old man's tale, there still were Sith in Coruscant. Especially the abandoned areas. Vir flagged down the first taxi he saw and hopped in. the Padawan followed in an airsppeder. The multicoloured nightlife of Coruscant became a blur as they sped away from the cities.
" Can't you go any faster?" Vir was getting frustrated. In a sudden burst of anger, he shoved the driver out of the taxi and took the controls. The strange feeling of guilt returned. He shrugged it off and jammed down the accelerator. They passed the suburbs, the Jedi seemed cautious to go on, and lagged a little. Vir took this as an opportunity for escape, and sped up. They swerved around the abandoned offices, down into the catacombs of alleyways and slums. Vir shot into transport tunnels, taking his chances without a map. The Jedi clung on like a leech. Hell, this chum here can bloody well fly, thought Vir. Hopefully he's not ready for this. Vir looked back to judge the distance between him and the Jedi. The he was a girl. HELL! Thought Vir. This just makes it worse. Only then did he realize the building in front of him. He jumped off just in time.
The Sith warrior heard the explosion. He scowled at the thought of intruders. Probably some kids looking for a hideout. Well, they were about to be disappointed. Deeply disappointed. They would find a former Sith hideout. They would find a banished Sith warrior, his Darth status confiscated. They would find the best display of lightsaber skills in the galaxy. Used against them.
Vir woke up with a sharp pain in his right front arm. It was broken from being landed on. He grunted at the pain and hoped the holocrons were safe. No time to check. The girl could be coming any time now. Then he sensed someone full of hate coming his way. He ducked behind a pillar, and watched from there. The warrior had his lightsaber drawn, an expression of pure fury on his face. The Sith was coming his way.
" Oi! Over here!" the warrior spun around, let out a roar of anger and charged.
Vir groaned. The girl thought he was a civilian and was attempting to protect him. And what a corny line too. Cursing, he sprinted towards the girl and threw himself between the two. He held the Sith holocron in front of him like a shield and closed his eyes.The warrior stopped his saber just in time. He was visibly shaken at the sight of such a powerful artifact of evil. In that split second, he didn't notice Vir unholstering his lightsaber. He didn't notice the blue blade slice through the air around his neck. He still had that expression on his face as his head was neatly chopped off.
The girl was trembling from all the action. Being a Padawan, she had never experienced hard action out on the field. Vir turned around.
" Are you all right?"
The girl didn't answer. With a look of strained terror on her face, she got up, turned and ran.
Vir could have kicked himself. His first lead to the Sith and he had blown it. Then he noticed the dead warrior's lightsaber, still gripped in the cold hand. It seemed very light, almost weightless. Probably for extra control. Taking out a pistol, he blasted a small hole in the handle. An almost invisible gas floated out. Tibanna gas. This definitely meant one place: Bespin.
