Newest Chapter Three:
(Author's Note: Okay, here I am again. My sincerest apologies for any written imperfections on my part. I am an art major and am not being paid for the forthcoming ratings. )
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Zekk paced the cell, once again stopping to peer through the bars at the lone plasma lantern hanging on the far wall. "There has to be a way out of here."
"There isn't." Anakin sat up from where he had been lying the cell's floor. "Or else I would have got myself out long before now."Jaina watched as her youngest brother gripped his stomach. "Where is that blasted sith-spawn ridden guard. I'm starving."
"When do they let us out to take us to races?" Jaina asked. "But that's another question. What are these races?"
Anakin walked over to the small hole in the rock between the two cells, a smile pulling at the ends of his dazed features. "Podraces, sis. Podraces."
Jaina paused. "We're going to Malastare?"
"No." Anakin scratched his shaggy beard. "Not Malastare. The place we're going to is too hot to be Malastare. But I doubt that you guys are going to be podracers. I'm the racer."
Zekk sighed. "Then this whole thing makes no sense."
"You don't know half of it." Anakin laughed that insane laugh that unnerved Jaina so completely. "I think you guys are going to be gladiators."
Jaina got up, and came over to the window. "What do you mean?"
"Fighters are pitted against other fighters. Simple as that." Anakin shrugged. "I pity you sis. I don't even want to tell you what happened to Yurric's fighter last tournament."
"Tell us." Zekk came over, and gripped the bars between him and the younger man.
Anakin sighed. "Okay, he lost. But the other fighter didn't want to kill him fast. The opponent was a Changling, and he turned into a Theannon and sucked the guy's brains out."
Jaina thought she was going to be sick. "So that's his plan."
"Probably." Anakin looked at Zekk. "But I doubt Yurric will let Jaina go into the fighter's ring. Probably just you. That's okay though, I never did like you anyway."
Zekk's emerald eyes narrowed, and his lips drew into a firm line. However, before it became a shouting, or worse, a Force-controlled fight, Jaina rested a hand on Zekk's shoulder.
Just then, there was a sound of a large mettle door being opening, and into the dungeon came the keeper. As Jaina watched, she could see that it was a Toydarion. She couldn't believe their bad luck. Toydarions couldn't be influenced by the Force, and therefor they couldn't bend his mind into opening the cell. Apparently, Yurric had studied up on Jedi.
"About time you showed up you fat lizard." Anakin shouted. "Give me my food!"
The Toydarion looked at Anakin through a year's worth of grissle. "You'll get your food in a moment you space rat!"
Jaina noticed that the Toydarion was pushing a large cart filled with bowls of food. The alien's wings flapped behind him, disturbing the stink-filled air of the dungeon and interrupted the plasma-lamp's dim light. Soon, the Toydarion had reached Anakin's cell, and handed a rough-looking brown bowl to her little brother. Anakin took the bowl, putting his hands in it and shoving the grimy-looking stuff into his mouth.
Soon, the keeper came to their cell, and Zekk took the two bowls in his hands. He held one out to Jaina, and Jaina took it, sniffing the dark and slimy substance. "What is this Anakin?"
"Food!"Anakin said around a mouthful. "If you don't want yours, I'll take it."
"Non-da-dat!" The toydarion shouted. "No swappon food!" Grumbling, the alien turned away.
Jaina looked at Zekk, who sat down with his back against the cell wall. With hesitance, he dipped the bowl to his face and tasted the food. Slowly, Jaina did the same. It didn't taste bad at all. In fact, the food had a lack of taste. It had the texture of cereal that was left alone for too long and had gone soggy. Slowly, Jaina took bigger gulps of it, and then found herself licking the bowl. Looking over, Jaina saw that Zekk was doing the same.
"They might not have the most comfortable living conditions here," Anakin walked over to the window between the cells. "But they serve great food."
Jaina laughed, and then found that it didn't sound like her at all. Here they were, in a desperate situation, and she was laughing? Something about that didn't seem right.
"You can say that again." Zekk mumbled.
Suddenly, Jaina felt a ripple through the force. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw her little brother double-over, clutching his stomach. "Anakin!" She scrambled to her feet, and rushed to the window. "Anakin, what's wrong?"
Anakin curled up on the floor. "The food, I forgot. It's-" He clenched his teeth, and Jaina could see his whole body tense. Again there was a ripple in the Force, but this was much bigger. It was then, that the entire dungeon began to shake. The bars on all the cells began to bend and the old mettle squealed in objection. Air was sucked out of Jaina's lungs, and she stumbled to the floor. Anakin Solo, the grandson of Anakin Skywalker, was about to bring the entire dungeon down around their heads by the sheer power of the Force.
"Anakin! Anakin stop!" Glancing up, Jaina saw Zekk's face. His eyes were wide and he was grasping at his throat.
As soon as it began, all the noises stopped, and the air was let back into the room. The dungeon stopped shaking, and the bars straightened themselves. Jaina gasped, desperately dragging air back into her empty lungs. She grabbed the bars that were between her cell's and her brother's, and hauled herself to her feet. "Anakin?"
Anakin's body lay motionless on the ground. His eyes were shut, but Jaina could see a thin trickle of crimson blood seeping from his nose. "Anakin!"
Zekk, who had been rubbing his head, glowered at Jaina. "Shut up woman!" He yelled.
Jaina didn't think twice and let her temper, which had gotten a considerable shorter fuse over a mater of minutes, take over. "That's MY little brother you moron!" She cried, kicking Zekk in the leg.
"Well it's plain to see he's nuts!" Zekk yelled right back, standing up. "He tried to bring this place down on our heads!"
"I'm getting tired of you!" Jaina yelled, not truly knowing that she was yelling. "You think you're so important. Well, your not. You're just a spoiled brat!"
Zekk's face flushed red. "I'm the spoiled brat? Look who stayed up hours crying last night!"
Jaina pushed Zekk away a good two feet. "That's not fair! If you hadn't lost our kids we might not even be in this situation!"
"Oh yeah! Maybe I don't want to have any more kids with you!"
"Fine!" Jaina pushed him again, and this time, Zekk pushed back.
"You're just a spoiled rich kid, just like I always suspected!"
Without hesitation, and full of unnatural anger, Jaina lept at him, latching onto Zekk and clawing at his face with her fingers. But if anyone was there to look, any passerby would have seen their unnaturally flexed muscles, and the veins that were seemingly to pop out of their skin. Both Jaina and Zekk's pupils were huge and dilated. This drug was to make you hostile and vicious like an animal. It was the way Yurric liked his fighters. Bloodthirsty. Zekk pulled Jaina away from him and threw her against the cell wall. However, this didn't suede her at all, and jumped back at him. Jaina pummeled Zekk's stomach with her fists. Zekk grunted, but grabbed a good fistful of her hair and pulled her away, and then slapped her hard. Jaina kicked him, and Zekk's legs were pulled out from under him.
They fell the ground, and Jaina gripped Zekk's neck between her arms. Zekk, who still had a hold of her hair, yanked her head back. Jaina let go of Zekk's neck, and he gasped for air. Jaina tore away from his grasp, but he grabbed her waist and began to squeeze. Jaina reacted and got her arm around his neck again, beginning to crush his larynx. Zekk cried out in pain, and Jaina gritted her teeth as Zekk's hold became even tighter. The only thing running through both of there minds were 'kill.' 'Kill!'
It was then that whatever extra drug which had been slipped into Anakin's food, came into affect on them. Pain racked their bodies, and interrupted their thoughts. Jaina clutched her head, and her body tensed. Zekk groaned, and shut his eyes against the pain that jabbed behind his eyes. Neither would later remember if they cried out in that moment of anguish, but both welcomed the darkness of unconsciousness like an antidote to poison.
The other occupants in the dungeon had watched this with contempt and some amusement. They were disappointed when the major drug took over and the two Jedi lay slumped over each other. However, Jaina and Zekk would later thank the stars that it did take over. If not, they would have killed each other, and no-one would have known. Zekk's fear of not ever escaping would have come to pass, and they would have lay in the dungeon forever and forgotten. As it was, they lay in slumber, Zekk's face was cut and bleeding from Jaina's nails, and Jaina's body was bruised from where Zekk's had slapped her.
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Several Hours Later
Jaina awoke laying on white sheets and with the warmth of the sun on her back. There was a slight breeze, and for one delightful moment, she thought she was again on Couriscant. However, as she opened her eyes she knew that it was only her imagination. Sitting up, she met the gaze of the Spice Lord Yurric.
"Good morning, my little Jedi." Yurric said, putting down a wine glass he had been leisurely sipping. "How do you like your new home?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
(Ah! Don't kill me! Update soon! I promise!)
(Author's Note: Okay, here I am again. My sincerest apologies for any written imperfections on my part. I am an art major and am not being paid for the forthcoming ratings. )
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Zekk paced the cell, once again stopping to peer through the bars at the lone plasma lantern hanging on the far wall. "There has to be a way out of here."
"There isn't." Anakin sat up from where he had been lying the cell's floor. "Or else I would have got myself out long before now."Jaina watched as her youngest brother gripped his stomach. "Where is that blasted sith-spawn ridden guard. I'm starving."
"When do they let us out to take us to races?" Jaina asked. "But that's another question. What are these races?"
Anakin walked over to the small hole in the rock between the two cells, a smile pulling at the ends of his dazed features. "Podraces, sis. Podraces."
Jaina paused. "We're going to Malastare?"
"No." Anakin scratched his shaggy beard. "Not Malastare. The place we're going to is too hot to be Malastare. But I doubt that you guys are going to be podracers. I'm the racer."
Zekk sighed. "Then this whole thing makes no sense."
"You don't know half of it." Anakin laughed that insane laugh that unnerved Jaina so completely. "I think you guys are going to be gladiators."
Jaina got up, and came over to the window. "What do you mean?"
"Fighters are pitted against other fighters. Simple as that." Anakin shrugged. "I pity you sis. I don't even want to tell you what happened to Yurric's fighter last tournament."
"Tell us." Zekk came over, and gripped the bars between him and the younger man.
Anakin sighed. "Okay, he lost. But the other fighter didn't want to kill him fast. The opponent was a Changling, and he turned into a Theannon and sucked the guy's brains out."
Jaina thought she was going to be sick. "So that's his plan."
"Probably." Anakin looked at Zekk. "But I doubt Yurric will let Jaina go into the fighter's ring. Probably just you. That's okay though, I never did like you anyway."
Zekk's emerald eyes narrowed, and his lips drew into a firm line. However, before it became a shouting, or worse, a Force-controlled fight, Jaina rested a hand on Zekk's shoulder.
Just then, there was a sound of a large mettle door being opening, and into the dungeon came the keeper. As Jaina watched, she could see that it was a Toydarion. She couldn't believe their bad luck. Toydarions couldn't be influenced by the Force, and therefor they couldn't bend his mind into opening the cell. Apparently, Yurric had studied up on Jedi.
"About time you showed up you fat lizard." Anakin shouted. "Give me my food!"
The Toydarion looked at Anakin through a year's worth of grissle. "You'll get your food in a moment you space rat!"
Jaina noticed that the Toydarion was pushing a large cart filled with bowls of food. The alien's wings flapped behind him, disturbing the stink-filled air of the dungeon and interrupted the plasma-lamp's dim light. Soon, the Toydarion had reached Anakin's cell, and handed a rough-looking brown bowl to her little brother. Anakin took the bowl, putting his hands in it and shoving the grimy-looking stuff into his mouth.
Soon, the keeper came to their cell, and Zekk took the two bowls in his hands. He held one out to Jaina, and Jaina took it, sniffing the dark and slimy substance. "What is this Anakin?"
"Food!"Anakin said around a mouthful. "If you don't want yours, I'll take it."
"Non-da-dat!" The toydarion shouted. "No swappon food!" Grumbling, the alien turned away.
Jaina looked at Zekk, who sat down with his back against the cell wall. With hesitance, he dipped the bowl to his face and tasted the food. Slowly, Jaina did the same. It didn't taste bad at all. In fact, the food had a lack of taste. It had the texture of cereal that was left alone for too long and had gone soggy. Slowly, Jaina took bigger gulps of it, and then found herself licking the bowl. Looking over, Jaina saw that Zekk was doing the same.
"They might not have the most comfortable living conditions here," Anakin walked over to the window between the cells. "But they serve great food."
Jaina laughed, and then found that it didn't sound like her at all. Here they were, in a desperate situation, and she was laughing? Something about that didn't seem right.
"You can say that again." Zekk mumbled.
Suddenly, Jaina felt a ripple through the force. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw her little brother double-over, clutching his stomach. "Anakin!" She scrambled to her feet, and rushed to the window. "Anakin, what's wrong?"
Anakin curled up on the floor. "The food, I forgot. It's-" He clenched his teeth, and Jaina could see his whole body tense. Again there was a ripple in the Force, but this was much bigger. It was then, that the entire dungeon began to shake. The bars on all the cells began to bend and the old mettle squealed in objection. Air was sucked out of Jaina's lungs, and she stumbled to the floor. Anakin Solo, the grandson of Anakin Skywalker, was about to bring the entire dungeon down around their heads by the sheer power of the Force.
"Anakin! Anakin stop!" Glancing up, Jaina saw Zekk's face. His eyes were wide and he was grasping at his throat.
As soon as it began, all the noises stopped, and the air was let back into the room. The dungeon stopped shaking, and the bars straightened themselves. Jaina gasped, desperately dragging air back into her empty lungs. She grabbed the bars that were between her cell's and her brother's, and hauled herself to her feet. "Anakin?"
Anakin's body lay motionless on the ground. His eyes were shut, but Jaina could see a thin trickle of crimson blood seeping from his nose. "Anakin!"
Zekk, who had been rubbing his head, glowered at Jaina. "Shut up woman!" He yelled.
Jaina didn't think twice and let her temper, which had gotten a considerable shorter fuse over a mater of minutes, take over. "That's MY little brother you moron!" She cried, kicking Zekk in the leg.
"Well it's plain to see he's nuts!" Zekk yelled right back, standing up. "He tried to bring this place down on our heads!"
"I'm getting tired of you!" Jaina yelled, not truly knowing that she was yelling. "You think you're so important. Well, your not. You're just a spoiled brat!"
Zekk's face flushed red. "I'm the spoiled brat? Look who stayed up hours crying last night!"
Jaina pushed Zekk away a good two feet. "That's not fair! If you hadn't lost our kids we might not even be in this situation!"
"Oh yeah! Maybe I don't want to have any more kids with you!"
"Fine!" Jaina pushed him again, and this time, Zekk pushed back.
"You're just a spoiled rich kid, just like I always suspected!"
Without hesitation, and full of unnatural anger, Jaina lept at him, latching onto Zekk and clawing at his face with her fingers. But if anyone was there to look, any passerby would have seen their unnaturally flexed muscles, and the veins that were seemingly to pop out of their skin. Both Jaina and Zekk's pupils were huge and dilated. This drug was to make you hostile and vicious like an animal. It was the way Yurric liked his fighters. Bloodthirsty. Zekk pulled Jaina away from him and threw her against the cell wall. However, this didn't suede her at all, and jumped back at him. Jaina pummeled Zekk's stomach with her fists. Zekk grunted, but grabbed a good fistful of her hair and pulled her away, and then slapped her hard. Jaina kicked him, and Zekk's legs were pulled out from under him.
They fell the ground, and Jaina gripped Zekk's neck between her arms. Zekk, who still had a hold of her hair, yanked her head back. Jaina let go of Zekk's neck, and he gasped for air. Jaina tore away from his grasp, but he grabbed her waist and began to squeeze. Jaina reacted and got her arm around his neck again, beginning to crush his larynx. Zekk cried out in pain, and Jaina gritted her teeth as Zekk's hold became even tighter. The only thing running through both of there minds were 'kill.' 'Kill!'
It was then that whatever extra drug which had been slipped into Anakin's food, came into affect on them. Pain racked their bodies, and interrupted their thoughts. Jaina clutched her head, and her body tensed. Zekk groaned, and shut his eyes against the pain that jabbed behind his eyes. Neither would later remember if they cried out in that moment of anguish, but both welcomed the darkness of unconsciousness like an antidote to poison.
The other occupants in the dungeon had watched this with contempt and some amusement. They were disappointed when the major drug took over and the two Jedi lay slumped over each other. However, Jaina and Zekk would later thank the stars that it did take over. If not, they would have killed each other, and no-one would have known. Zekk's fear of not ever escaping would have come to pass, and they would have lay in the dungeon forever and forgotten. As it was, they lay in slumber, Zekk's face was cut and bleeding from Jaina's nails, and Jaina's body was bruised from where Zekk's had slapped her.
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Several Hours Later
Jaina awoke laying on white sheets and with the warmth of the sun on her back. There was a slight breeze, and for one delightful moment, she thought she was again on Couriscant. However, as she opened her eyes she knew that it was only her imagination. Sitting up, she met the gaze of the Spice Lord Yurric.
"Good morning, my little Jedi." Yurric said, putting down a wine glass he had been leisurely sipping. "How do you like your new home?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
(Ah! Don't kill me! Update soon! I promise!)