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The Two Brothers
Fajo and Jared were thrown bodily through the air. They landed on their feet, lightsabers at the ready, as any Jedi would be expected to do. Try as he might, Fajo could sense nothing. "It's their armor!" Fajo shouted, suddenly remembering the fighter. Jared nodded his agreement.
A rocket burst through the foliage headed for the brothers. Rolling away, they managed to avoid the explosion, but it released a gas. Fajo inhaled a breath of it and quickly turned away. "It's knockout gas!" he yelled, as another two rockets rushed toward them and exploded in their faces. Unable to avoid the gas they were forced to hold their breath.
But not even a Jedi can hold his breath forever.
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Fortunately, the gas provided cover enough for Fajo to call his ship and for them to take off. However, since it was only a one-man fighter, Jared had to fold up inside the cargo hold with an air recycler. They took off and went into orbit, their plan to return to the planet again and catch a ride aboard a freighter. But that was not to be the case.
While in the cargo hold, Jared felt the ship rock suddenly, and then turn and dive repeatedly. Jared held on to a couple of rails for support, but suddenly the ship rocked again and his head smashed into the corner of a box, and as the world turned black, Jared heard quite distinctly the sound of something metal clamping down on the ship.
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Jared awoke suddenly as a voice called into his head. The voice seemed to rejuvenate him and he no longer felt the pounding in his head, the ache of his muscles, or his hunger and thirst. Jared, the voice said, it's Fajo. I'm sending you what strength I have. It's up to you. I have been captured. You are still in the cargo hold. The sheilding around the cargo hold and your unconscious state were adequate to hide you from sensors. Go now. You must leave! I will be fine. Your information is imperative to the survival of the Jedi. Jared replied, I will leave a copy of what I know in the cargo hold. You can get it if I don't make it.
With that, Jared quietly opened the door to the cargo hold and slipped out.
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For the better part of two hours, Jared stalked the halls of his captors' ship, looking for a computer terminal while dodging cameras and the red-armored Jin'Ha, as they were called. Finally, when he was about to consider doing a manual search for what he was looking for, he passed what appeared to be a breifing room. Making sure nothing or no one would see him, he ducked inside.
It was indeed a briefing room. There were suits of armor hanging on the wall, a holoprojector on a table in the center of the room, and a computer terminal in the corner. Jared decided it would be best to at least try to pose as a Jin'Ha. Removing his tattered Jedi robes, he discarded them in an incinerator chute and slipped on a body glove that was hanging next to one of the red suits. After a minute he was dressed in a complete suit of armor and carried his belongings he had on his Jedi belt in a more modern belt. However, his lightsaber he put in the underside of his right armor sleeve, so no one would see it and also for quick withdrawal. Remembering something, he went over to a ventalation shaft, opened the grate, and tossed a long-range tracking device inside, closing the grate after it.
From what Jared had gathered walking the halls, this was quite a large ship. He punched in a few buttons. A schematic appeared on the screen. Yep, it was roughly the size of a Republic troop transport. And for a ship that size to be out this far in the galaxy carrying the people it did, it had to be a warship. And warships always had deep storage for craft that the ship captured or seized. Now that he had a schematic on the screen, he could see that there was a deep storage in the aft section of the large rectangular ship.
Here would come the test of his computer lessons. Jared would need to hack into the secure section and get an assignment in deep storage, all the while covering his tracks. In a few minutes, the assignment list showed up. He switched a weapons test flight of a ship in deep storage from a guy ID numbered 802605 to him, his ID number 509478. He hoped they believed it.
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The guard had waved him through with no hesitation and gave the keycard to the ship he would be flying. Luckily, he had gotten a fast, reasonably shielded and amply armed fighter. He had made it past the third of five sets of blast doors along a flight shaft when a siren suddenly began to wail. "Intruder alert!" a hoarse voice kept repeating. Jared knew they had found his handiwork and gunned the engines. He shot past the first set of closing doors with no problem. As he shot towards the set of bast doors leading to space, he knew he could not make it. He had only one option. Blast them. Flipping the cover on the top of his control bar, he pressed the trigger for the proton torpedoes. Two large missiles streaked forward and completely obliterated the blast doors. More than that, the force field was deactivated and Jared could see red armored bodies flying through the open hatch. He passed the hatch and was outside. Lasers blasted at him from every direction. It took most of his concentration to avoid the lasers, but he managed to set a course for Coruscant. He activated the hyperdrive and stars turned into streaks and then into a swirling blue nothingness of hyperspace, giving Jared his first sign of safety. As he settled down for a fairly long trip, he made a vow to himself. Fajo, I will come back and rescue you. I promise.
The Two Brothers
Fajo and Jared were thrown bodily through the air. They landed on their feet, lightsabers at the ready, as any Jedi would be expected to do. Try as he might, Fajo could sense nothing. "It's their armor!" Fajo shouted, suddenly remembering the fighter. Jared nodded his agreement.
A rocket burst through the foliage headed for the brothers. Rolling away, they managed to avoid the explosion, but it released a gas. Fajo inhaled a breath of it and quickly turned away. "It's knockout gas!" he yelled, as another two rockets rushed toward them and exploded in their faces. Unable to avoid the gas they were forced to hold their breath.
But not even a Jedi can hold his breath forever.
*******************************************************
Fortunately, the gas provided cover enough for Fajo to call his ship and for them to take off. However, since it was only a one-man fighter, Jared had to fold up inside the cargo hold with an air recycler. They took off and went into orbit, their plan to return to the planet again and catch a ride aboard a freighter. But that was not to be the case.
While in the cargo hold, Jared felt the ship rock suddenly, and then turn and dive repeatedly. Jared held on to a couple of rails for support, but suddenly the ship rocked again and his head smashed into the corner of a box, and as the world turned black, Jared heard quite distinctly the sound of something metal clamping down on the ship.
*******************************************************
Jared awoke suddenly as a voice called into his head. The voice seemed to rejuvenate him and he no longer felt the pounding in his head, the ache of his muscles, or his hunger and thirst. Jared, the voice said, it's Fajo. I'm sending you what strength I have. It's up to you. I have been captured. You are still in the cargo hold. The sheilding around the cargo hold and your unconscious state were adequate to hide you from sensors. Go now. You must leave! I will be fine. Your information is imperative to the survival of the Jedi. Jared replied, I will leave a copy of what I know in the cargo hold. You can get it if I don't make it.
With that, Jared quietly opened the door to the cargo hold and slipped out.
*******************************************************
For the better part of two hours, Jared stalked the halls of his captors' ship, looking for a computer terminal while dodging cameras and the red-armored Jin'Ha, as they were called. Finally, when he was about to consider doing a manual search for what he was looking for, he passed what appeared to be a breifing room. Making sure nothing or no one would see him, he ducked inside.
It was indeed a briefing room. There were suits of armor hanging on the wall, a holoprojector on a table in the center of the room, and a computer terminal in the corner. Jared decided it would be best to at least try to pose as a Jin'Ha. Removing his tattered Jedi robes, he discarded them in an incinerator chute and slipped on a body glove that was hanging next to one of the red suits. After a minute he was dressed in a complete suit of armor and carried his belongings he had on his Jedi belt in a more modern belt. However, his lightsaber he put in the underside of his right armor sleeve, so no one would see it and also for quick withdrawal. Remembering something, he went over to a ventalation shaft, opened the grate, and tossed a long-range tracking device inside, closing the grate after it.
From what Jared had gathered walking the halls, this was quite a large ship. He punched in a few buttons. A schematic appeared on the screen. Yep, it was roughly the size of a Republic troop transport. And for a ship that size to be out this far in the galaxy carrying the people it did, it had to be a warship. And warships always had deep storage for craft that the ship captured or seized. Now that he had a schematic on the screen, he could see that there was a deep storage in the aft section of the large rectangular ship.
Here would come the test of his computer lessons. Jared would need to hack into the secure section and get an assignment in deep storage, all the while covering his tracks. In a few minutes, the assignment list showed up. He switched a weapons test flight of a ship in deep storage from a guy ID numbered 802605 to him, his ID number 509478. He hoped they believed it.
**********************************************************
The guard had waved him through with no hesitation and gave the keycard to the ship he would be flying. Luckily, he had gotten a fast, reasonably shielded and amply armed fighter. He had made it past the third of five sets of blast doors along a flight shaft when a siren suddenly began to wail. "Intruder alert!" a hoarse voice kept repeating. Jared knew they had found his handiwork and gunned the engines. He shot past the first set of closing doors with no problem. As he shot towards the set of bast doors leading to space, he knew he could not make it. He had only one option. Blast them. Flipping the cover on the top of his control bar, he pressed the trigger for the proton torpedoes. Two large missiles streaked forward and completely obliterated the blast doors. More than that, the force field was deactivated and Jared could see red armored bodies flying through the open hatch. He passed the hatch and was outside. Lasers blasted at him from every direction. It took most of his concentration to avoid the lasers, but he managed to set a course for Coruscant. He activated the hyperdrive and stars turned into streaks and then into a swirling blue nothingness of hyperspace, giving Jared his first sign of safety. As he settled down for a fairly long trip, he made a vow to himself. Fajo, I will come back and rescue you. I promise.