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Mara Jade Skywalker raced down the corridor side by side with Kyp Durron. Once Fel had found Kyp and updated him on the situation, the men had decided to split up, Jag going to find Jaina and Kyp providing back up for Mara. Kyp had bound her carefully investigating the suspected area, moments before both of them had felt a powerful disturbance in the force.
Both of them had immediately recognized the disturbance for what it was: the use of the Dark Side. In total agreement for once, they both began moving quickly towards the disturbance.
"We didn't have enough problems with the Vong, now we have Dark Jedi," he laughed sarcastically, "and here I thought this was supposed to be a vacation."
Despite the seriousness and danger of the situation, Mara spared him a brief glance. "Getting soft in your old age, Durron?"
"Not a chance, Jade," he grunted a response as they easily rounded a corner. In front of them the corridor split into two separate directions. They barely managed to skid to a halt in time to avoid slamming into the wall in front of them.
Kyp glanced both ways and then looked over at Mara. He wasn't as familiar with the station's layout as she was and at the moment, they couldn't afford to lose anymore time.
Mara didn't hesitate, even for a second. "This way," she pointed and once again Kyp easily fell in step with her. Mara was just about to use the force to examine the disturbance to get at least an idea of who was involved-although she already had her suspicions-when her comm. like began beeping insistently.
"Jaina," Mara said, knowing instantly who was calling her. Kyp was still right beside her but now he was watching her expression and his attention was focused intently on listening to Mara's very brief half of the conversation. To his surprise Mara suddenly froze and anger seemed to radiate from her. Even though Kyp knew her rage wasn't directed at him, he took an almost involuntary step back. Not even, he wanted to cross a furious Mara Jade Skwalker.
Suddenly Mara cursed and he could see her resist the temptation to throw her comm. link across the room. It would be more gratifying, but she would still need it later.
"Let's go, Durron," Mara snapped, "They're in one of the lecture halls. That burst of Dark side energy we felt earlier was Callista." She practically spat the name. Kyp didn't think he had even heard her speak about the emperor with such undisguised hate. "Jaina needs help. Fel did find her," Mara was silent for a moment as they came to the stairwell that would lead them down to the lower levels.
Without even hesitating, Mara launched herself over the railing, just managing to stop her fall three floors down. Kyp was right behind her, as she caught hold of the railing in a one handed grip. Without so much as a glance at the several hundred meters of open air below her, Mara flipped over the rail and offered Kyp her hand.
"Was Jaina hurt?" He asked, not caring if his image of the cocky Jedi master was ruined by his sincere question.
Mara shook her head in response as she checked to make sure that none of her personal arsenal had been lost in the leap. Drawing her lightsaber, she added, "No, but she did say that Jag was injured."
For a moment, Kyp could have sworn that Mara actually grimaced, "Force lightening."
"Sith," it was Kyp's turn to curse. Force lightening was not something to be taken lightly and could easily kill a person, especially someone like Jag who wasn't sensitive to the force. Hearing what Jaina was facing made Kyp run just a little bit faster. He glanced over at his companion and noted the look of deep concentration she was wearing. He was about to ask her what she sense when he felt a blast wave hit him. The all too familiar sound of an explosion filled his ears as he and Mara went flying through the air.
A moment later, Kyp winced as her gingerly raised himself up, off of the floor. Immediately he began scanning his surroundings for any immediate danger. Warily with his ignited lightsaber held in one hand, in front of him, he reached down to Mara.
A quick glance showed him that Mara seemed to have been thrown with more force than he had been. "All right, Jade," he asked casually knowing that she wouldn't appreciated even that ever so small gesture of concern.
She accepted his hand without animosity, but ignored his question. "The explosion was that way," she said with a gesture towards its general direction.
Kyp nodded, but didn't make the connection until he saw the brief expression of panic and fear flicker across Mara's face before she controlled her outwards reaction. "The trainees," he snapped, but Mara was already running. Kyp didn't bother to go after her. The Emperor himself, couldn't have stopped Mara at that moment. He grunted and closed his eyes for a brief instant. A frown flickered across his face as he reached for Jaina through the force, only to find her connection to the force muted. He cursed, that usually meant that the person was unconscious and if she had been fighting Callista..
"I should have sithing shot her, no matter what Jaina said," Kyp was running just as fast as Mara.
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Pain, horrible crushing pain and wet sticky blood. It oozed down her face and had turned her hair into a wet gory mass. Still despite its severe bleeding it wasn't a truly serious injury. Besides she had bigger problems. Big as in the size of the piece of durasteel that girl, who was playing at being a Jedi had thrown at her. She let that thought and Jaina's image roll through her mind for a minute, her hate growing with every passing second. She felt it swell within her and kept feeding it. Hate was power and hate was what was about to set her free. She felt the power of the Dark Side within her and let her fury and pain flow through her.
The piece of durasteel flew away from her like a feather in a storm and slammed into the far wall with a satisfying clang. She glanced around the room, wiping the blood out of her eyes with one hand. She didn't bother to search for Jaina or Jag, they were of no concern to her for the moment. She smiled coldly and laughed as she tasted the sense of the force in the area. She savored the fear, panic and anger that she felt. It seemed as if her explosion had worked on time after all. Now all she had to do was finish this in time to meet her masters. They would be pleased with her easy success, especially when she handed them young Ben Skywalker and the rest of the future generation of the Jedi.
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Mara Jade Skywalker raced down the corridor side by side with Kyp Durron. Once Fel had found Kyp and updated him on the situation, the men had decided to split up, Jag going to find Jaina and Kyp providing back up for Mara. Kyp had bound her carefully investigating the suspected area, moments before both of them had felt a powerful disturbance in the force.
Both of them had immediately recognized the disturbance for what it was: the use of the Dark Side. In total agreement for once, they both began moving quickly towards the disturbance.
"We didn't have enough problems with the Vong, now we have Dark Jedi," he laughed sarcastically, "and here I thought this was supposed to be a vacation."
Despite the seriousness and danger of the situation, Mara spared him a brief glance. "Getting soft in your old age, Durron?"
"Not a chance, Jade," he grunted a response as they easily rounded a corner. In front of them the corridor split into two separate directions. They barely managed to skid to a halt in time to avoid slamming into the wall in front of them.
Kyp glanced both ways and then looked over at Mara. He wasn't as familiar with the station's layout as she was and at the moment, they couldn't afford to lose anymore time.
Mara didn't hesitate, even for a second. "This way," she pointed and once again Kyp easily fell in step with her. Mara was just about to use the force to examine the disturbance to get at least an idea of who was involved-although she already had her suspicions-when her comm. like began beeping insistently.
"Jaina," Mara said, knowing instantly who was calling her. Kyp was still right beside her but now he was watching her expression and his attention was focused intently on listening to Mara's very brief half of the conversation. To his surprise Mara suddenly froze and anger seemed to radiate from her. Even though Kyp knew her rage wasn't directed at him, he took an almost involuntary step back. Not even, he wanted to cross a furious Mara Jade Skwalker.
Suddenly Mara cursed and he could see her resist the temptation to throw her comm. link across the room. It would be more gratifying, but she would still need it later.
"Let's go, Durron," Mara snapped, "They're in one of the lecture halls. That burst of Dark side energy we felt earlier was Callista." She practically spat the name. Kyp didn't think he had even heard her speak about the emperor with such undisguised hate. "Jaina needs help. Fel did find her," Mara was silent for a moment as they came to the stairwell that would lead them down to the lower levels.
Without even hesitating, Mara launched herself over the railing, just managing to stop her fall three floors down. Kyp was right behind her, as she caught hold of the railing in a one handed grip. Without so much as a glance at the several hundred meters of open air below her, Mara flipped over the rail and offered Kyp her hand.
"Was Jaina hurt?" He asked, not caring if his image of the cocky Jedi master was ruined by his sincere question.
Mara shook her head in response as she checked to make sure that none of her personal arsenal had been lost in the leap. Drawing her lightsaber, she added, "No, but she did say that Jag was injured."
For a moment, Kyp could have sworn that Mara actually grimaced, "Force lightening."
"Sith," it was Kyp's turn to curse. Force lightening was not something to be taken lightly and could easily kill a person, especially someone like Jag who wasn't sensitive to the force. Hearing what Jaina was facing made Kyp run just a little bit faster. He glanced over at his companion and noted the look of deep concentration she was wearing. He was about to ask her what she sense when he felt a blast wave hit him. The all too familiar sound of an explosion filled his ears as he and Mara went flying through the air.
A moment later, Kyp winced as her gingerly raised himself up, off of the floor. Immediately he began scanning his surroundings for any immediate danger. Warily with his ignited lightsaber held in one hand, in front of him, he reached down to Mara.
A quick glance showed him that Mara seemed to have been thrown with more force than he had been. "All right, Jade," he asked casually knowing that she wouldn't appreciated even that ever so small gesture of concern.
She accepted his hand without animosity, but ignored his question. "The explosion was that way," she said with a gesture towards its general direction.
Kyp nodded, but didn't make the connection until he saw the brief expression of panic and fear flicker across Mara's face before she controlled her outwards reaction. "The trainees," he snapped, but Mara was already running. Kyp didn't bother to go after her. The Emperor himself, couldn't have stopped Mara at that moment. He grunted and closed his eyes for a brief instant. A frown flickered across his face as he reached for Jaina through the force, only to find her connection to the force muted. He cursed, that usually meant that the person was unconscious and if she had been fighting Callista..
"I should have sithing shot her, no matter what Jaina said," Kyp was running just as fast as Mara.
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Pain, horrible crushing pain and wet sticky blood. It oozed down her face and had turned her hair into a wet gory mass. Still despite its severe bleeding it wasn't a truly serious injury. Besides she had bigger problems. Big as in the size of the piece of durasteel that girl, who was playing at being a Jedi had thrown at her. She let that thought and Jaina's image roll through her mind for a minute, her hate growing with every passing second. She felt it swell within her and kept feeding it. Hate was power and hate was what was about to set her free. She felt the power of the Dark Side within her and let her fury and pain flow through her.
The piece of durasteel flew away from her like a feather in a storm and slammed into the far wall with a satisfying clang. She glanced around the room, wiping the blood out of her eyes with one hand. She didn't bother to search for Jaina or Jag, they were of no concern to her for the moment. She smiled coldly and laughed as she tasted the sense of the force in the area. She savored the fear, panic and anger that she felt. It seemed as if her explosion had worked on time after all. Now all she had to do was finish this in time to meet her masters. They would be pleased with her easy success, especially when she handed them young Ben Skywalker and the rest of the future generation of the Jedi.
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