Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Chapter 5
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Daz flickered between consciousness and coma. When she finally woke the first thing she saw were shades of green. It took a while for her to understand that she wasn't dead but in a bacta tank. A small bacta tank. And then suddenly she couldn't breath. It felt like the walls were closing in on her. She couldn't move or shout. She had just to hang there and soon she would die because she couldn't breath.
"Great. Now she is having a panic attack." Murmured a nurse after looking at the monitors. She turned Daz' respirator on and gave her a dose of sedatives. And suddenly Daz was feeling quite cheery. And she fell asleep.
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Elmikk had been summoned before Sidious. She tried to meditate to keep calm on the waiting room. The pain wasn't something she feared for - she'd already passed that stage. She wondered if this time Sidious would execute her. What would it feel like to be dead?
She hadn't heard a word of Dazlio. As soon as she'd carried her to the hospital nearby Maul had hunted her down and brought her back.
For all the horror images of people dying by the slash of her sabre, seeing Daz convulsing, almost drained of blood on her arms was the worst. Not that she cared of the others. Not even the apprentices she had had.
The durasteel door hissed open and she entered.
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"My lord..."
"Darth Elmikk, I must say I'm mostly displeased to your ways of training. This is the third time you're killing an apprentice! Yes, the two before were quite useless, but this Dazlio clearly showed some talent."
"I know, my lord, and I'm deeply sorry for my actions -"
"Whatever. It seems you still haven't learned."
Elmikk felt a mind invading hers. At first she strengthened her guard but it diminished to oblivion. It was like she was being held as a prisoner in her own body and mind. She couldn't do anything when the pain hit her. She was feeling everything that Sidious' victims had gone through in his hands. And finally she could only scream.
Last thing she heard was Sidious evil voice: "You're lucky that she is alive."
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When Dazlio woke up it was quiet. She was confused. She really thought that her master had succeeded in killing her this time. Obviously she had failed or if not then life after death surely wasn't anything she had imagined. Daz took a deep breath and tensed when she felt the pain. It was like every muscle in her body were screaming for morphine. And on top of that her lungs were burning with every breath she took.
'I wonder how long have I been here', she thought and tried to move a bit more. She knew that she would definitely live, with pain at the moment but that would end in the future.
'In my future...what future?' she thought when she remembered what Elmikk had done to her. Of course Daz had knew when she became a Sith apprentice that Mikk had killed her apprentices before, but she never expected it to happen to her.
'Well it almost did' she snapped at herself. And now she'd have to decide what to do next. She was pretty sure that if she stayed she would be killed sooner or later because she needed answers and in order to get them she would have to ask many uncomfortable questions.
After a moment of thinking she had come up with a plan. She would leave and go to get the answers she needed. Daz didn't waste any time. She got out of bed grimacing with pain and put on the clothes she found lying on a chair.
Daz was lucky. She didn't meet anyone she would know on her way to the air taxi isle.
When the Jedi temple came in to view she could almost cry of relief. She got out of the taxi and walked to the door. Before Daz could knock someone came to talk to her.
"Why are you here, Sith?" the Jedi hissed.
"I'm here to find some answers. I hope that you have them. And just for the
record I'm not a Sith."
"What ever you say, Sith. I'm sorry but we can't afford to take you in."
"Fine. You do what you have to and I do what I have to." Daz said feeling suddenly so tired. She turned around and started to walk away when she had to stop. She felt so weak and then she realised that she was bleeding. But her
pride didn't let her to turn back and beg for help so she just lift her chin up and started walking away.
After a couple steps Daz collapsed on the ground.
The Jedi crouched beside her and checked for vital signs. He was no more than a padawan, a 17 -year-old. "This is padawan Skywalker. I need a medic team on platform 19. There's a young female human here passed out, and she's not breathing," he said on his comlink. "Hurry, I suspect she might be a Sith."
TBC
Elle-ripley: Don't worry, we're not going to stop yet. ;) And to your question Mikk has mixed feelings. She is not supposed to care about Daz. But she founds herself doing that every now and then.
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Chapter 5
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Daz flickered between consciousness and coma. When she finally woke the first thing she saw were shades of green. It took a while for her to understand that she wasn't dead but in a bacta tank. A small bacta tank. And then suddenly she couldn't breath. It felt like the walls were closing in on her. She couldn't move or shout. She had just to hang there and soon she would die because she couldn't breath.
"Great. Now she is having a panic attack." Murmured a nurse after looking at the monitors. She turned Daz' respirator on and gave her a dose of sedatives. And suddenly Daz was feeling quite cheery. And she fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elmikk had been summoned before Sidious. She tried to meditate to keep calm on the waiting room. The pain wasn't something she feared for - she'd already passed that stage. She wondered if this time Sidious would execute her. What would it feel like to be dead?
She hadn't heard a word of Dazlio. As soon as she'd carried her to the hospital nearby Maul had hunted her down and brought her back.
For all the horror images of people dying by the slash of her sabre, seeing Daz convulsing, almost drained of blood on her arms was the worst. Not that she cared of the others. Not even the apprentices she had had.
The durasteel door hissed open and she entered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"My lord..."
"Darth Elmikk, I must say I'm mostly displeased to your ways of training. This is the third time you're killing an apprentice! Yes, the two before were quite useless, but this Dazlio clearly showed some talent."
"I know, my lord, and I'm deeply sorry for my actions -"
"Whatever. It seems you still haven't learned."
Elmikk felt a mind invading hers. At first she strengthened her guard but it diminished to oblivion. It was like she was being held as a prisoner in her own body and mind. She couldn't do anything when the pain hit her. She was feeling everything that Sidious' victims had gone through in his hands. And finally she could only scream.
Last thing she heard was Sidious evil voice: "You're lucky that she is alive."
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When Dazlio woke up it was quiet. She was confused. She really thought that her master had succeeded in killing her this time. Obviously she had failed or if not then life after death surely wasn't anything she had imagined. Daz took a deep breath and tensed when she felt the pain. It was like every muscle in her body were screaming for morphine. And on top of that her lungs were burning with every breath she took.
'I wonder how long have I been here', she thought and tried to move a bit more. She knew that she would definitely live, with pain at the moment but that would end in the future.
'In my future...what future?' she thought when she remembered what Elmikk had done to her. Of course Daz had knew when she became a Sith apprentice that Mikk had killed her apprentices before, but she never expected it to happen to her.
'Well it almost did' she snapped at herself. And now she'd have to decide what to do next. She was pretty sure that if she stayed she would be killed sooner or later because she needed answers and in order to get them she would have to ask many uncomfortable questions.
After a moment of thinking she had come up with a plan. She would leave and go to get the answers she needed. Daz didn't waste any time. She got out of bed grimacing with pain and put on the clothes she found lying on a chair.
Daz was lucky. She didn't meet anyone she would know on her way to the air taxi isle.
When the Jedi temple came in to view she could almost cry of relief. She got out of the taxi and walked to the door. Before Daz could knock someone came to talk to her.
"Why are you here, Sith?" the Jedi hissed.
"I'm here to find some answers. I hope that you have them. And just for the
record I'm not a Sith."
"What ever you say, Sith. I'm sorry but we can't afford to take you in."
"Fine. You do what you have to and I do what I have to." Daz said feeling suddenly so tired. She turned around and started to walk away when she had to stop. She felt so weak and then she realised that she was bleeding. But her
pride didn't let her to turn back and beg for help so she just lift her chin up and started walking away.
After a couple steps Daz collapsed on the ground.
The Jedi crouched beside her and checked for vital signs. He was no more than a padawan, a 17 -year-old. "This is padawan Skywalker. I need a medic team on platform 19. There's a young female human here passed out, and she's not breathing," he said on his comlink. "Hurry, I suspect she might be a Sith."
TBC
Elle-ripley: Don't worry, we're not going to stop yet. ;) And to your question Mikk has mixed feelings. She is not supposed to care about Daz. But she founds herself doing that every now and then.