Newest Chapter: 6
Jaina fell in beside Zekk, her fists up, and her legs parted in an attack stance. Neither Zekk or Jaina had fought hand to hand without lightsabers very frequently. However, when it was necessary, they would fight with the speed and accuracy that the Force gave them as it's alllies.
Jaina met the 'Queen of the Death Arena' head on. She ducked and swiped the legs out from under the female giant, then crawled up on her chest, clutching the woman's throat. The crowd began to cheer.
Zekk attacked with the same speed, however, when he tried grabbing one of the Changeling's arms, the arm disappeared and was grown to another part of the body. Soon the Changeling had HIM by the neck, and Zekk gasped as the amazingly strong hands started to cave in his larynx.
Jaina looked up from the unconscious body of giant, to see that Zekk was in a headlock. Struggling, she got to her feet, but suddenly, looming in front of her was the Tuscan Raider.
The robed Tuscan rose it's gaffi-stick up high, and roared. Jaina wasn't slow when she got out of the way. The Tuscan buried his weapon in the sand where she had been milliseconds before. "Sithspawn!" Jaina yelled, as if it was a war cry. Jumping up, she did a round-house kick that smashed into the side of the Tuscan's masked head.
Stars were beginning to spin around Zekk's head, and he knew he had to do something fast. Reaching up, he jabbed his hands into the Changlings eyes. The alien roared, loosening his grasp on Zekk's neck. Zekk gasped, dropping and rolling away. However, the alien was right behind him. Zekk knew that if he was caught by those hands again, he might not be able to get out of it.
Jaina was behind the Tuscan, luckily for her, the tuscan's mask limited his peripheral vision. Taking a Force-fueled running leap, Jaina landed squarely on the Sand Raider's back. Jaina had never been this close to it, and then she wished she wasn't. The smell was horrible. It was the stink of the body odor of someone who had never had a bath in their life. Trying not to let the horrible stench in her mouth, Jaina wrestled to get her arms around the monster's neck.
Durring this time, the audience had become intrigued. These were Jedi? It was plain to see that they were winning the fight, but somehow the crowd thought it would be more spectacular than this. Could it be that these two humans weren't Jedi at all? Where were the lightsabers? The Hutt Garanga, who was the host for the Death Games was thinking this at the exact same time. Motioning to his servant, he said, "Gardangi upso rianon. Shianco la rinco."
Yurric, who was watching the fight in the box next to the Hutt looked at the Hutt's second in command. "What did he say?"
The second in command, being a small slimy Rinco, who resembled a lizard answered, "His Majesty is getting bored. It is time to add more combatants."
Yurric watched with more surprise than worry as two more doors in the arena opened. About twenty more of the fighters rushed forwards. Every one of them were bent on taking the Jedi. He remembered that the Hutts had a deep hatred for the Jedi ever since Leia Solo killed Jabba all those years ago. He just didn't remember when it had been twenty against two before in the Arena of Death.
The twin suns beat down, and the sand was flung into the fighters eyes. Tattoine, harsh, ruthless, and merciless, was hosting a massacre.
Jaina looked up from where she was grappling on the Tuscan's back. That's when she saw them, twenty or so more warriors. And they didn't look friendly. However, it was that millisecond of broken concentration that cost her. The Tuscan reached up, grabbing her hair. He flung her over his head, and to the ground with bone-crushing momentum.
She looked up, suddenly several pains sprung to life inside her body. Jaina glanced over at Zekk, who was staying an arm's length away from the Changeling. Zekk met her gaze. Jaina's nose was bleeding, and so was her lip. The Tuscan delivered a horrible kick to her side, and Jaina rolled away, crying out in pain.
For Zekk, that was the last he could stand. He called the Force to him, all the might and strength that he ever remembered summoning. It burned through him, and he remembered the sweet pain from the last time he had marshaled it. Zekk raised his hands above his head, and turned to the Changeling. With the same momentum of hitting a building at ninety miles an hour, a Force wall crashed into the shape-shifting alien. The alien was thrown a good seven feet back, and then lay still, his insides were crushed as if from a concussion.
The Tuscan met the same fate, roaring in pain and disbelief, he was thrown away from Jaina's injured body. Zekk walked slowly up to her. There were more and more coming, but they were thrown back by the giant and invisible hands of the Force that Zekk was commanding.
Jaina felt Zekk's arm underneath her, lifting her up. It was then that her stunned mind remembered where she was. Getting to her feet, Jaina nearly doubled over in anguish. Several of her ribs had been broken. Using the Force, Jaina bit down the pain, swallowing it. Later she could have time to feel pain, but not now. She leaned on Zekk's shoulder, and looked around. She felt power radiating from him, and then saw exactly what he was doing. It was astounding, but at the same time, terrifying.
"Jaina!" Zekk yelled over the noise. "Release the others, I'll cover you."
Jaina nodded, turning back to the cages where they had been released out into the arena. Grasping her side with her left hand, she sprinted to the other side of the arena.
The spectators were ecstatic. Such a display of power, and such an amazing scene to behold. However, the smarter ones, knew that this was leading to something bad. A wind had started up in the arena, and the sand was lifted up by it. Elements were crashed against elements as Zekk controlled the Force to destroy the oncoming army of fighters. It was because of the wind- swept sand that the guards didn't see Jaina running to the cells.
As she neared the far wall, Jaina summoned the Force to her. She was the daughter of Jedi Knight Leia Solo, and niece to Luke Skywalker, granddaughter to Anakin Skywalker. The Force was strong in her family. As she came up to the bars, she reached out her hands, using the Force to bend the metallic bars as if they were made out of rubber.
"Hey Jaina!" Anakin's voice greeted. "I was wondering when you were gonna get back. Come on! Let me out!"
Jaina worked the Force, using it to turn the mettle into worthless shrapnel. In moments, all of the slaves were free. Anakin was beside her, and together, they raced to where Zekk was barely keeping the other contestants off of him.
By now, the spectator stands were in chaos. The Hutt was issuing orders so fast that his second in command could only barely keep up. "Guards! Guards! Shoot them! Bring the royal speeder quickly!"
Yurric spotted Jaina, her brown hair flowing behind her. He glanced down at the two servant children who sat at his feet. Yurric stood up, taking the blaster out of his belt holster. "Solo!" With his other hand he grabbed the little black-haired boy who had been sitting quietly next to his sister, and pointed the blaster at the boy's temple. "Jaina Solo! Come here now!"
Jaina heard her name being called, and looked up at the main audience box. As she spotted Yurric and her little boy, her heart froze colder than the ice-caps of Hoth. She lifted her hand, pointing it at the Spice-Lord. Instead of closing Yurric's windpipe, she concentrated on the mettle of the blaster. She re-arranged the atoms, causing them to friction against each other, making the blaster to become warmer and warmer.
The spice lord wondered what the Jedi was doing for a moment, but then found out. His blaster was starting to burn his hand. Yurric cried out in pain, throwing the blaster down to the floor. "Fine!" He yelled, grabbing the little girl's hair and holding her above the ground. "Here's your children! You can keep them!" With that, he threw the twins over the side of the audience box and out into open air.
Jaina stumbled over her feet, "No!" She saw them fall, first ten feet, then twenty. They screamed, and Jaina knew she couldn't reach them, or catch them with the Force in time.
Jaina fell in beside Zekk, her fists up, and her legs parted in an attack stance. Neither Zekk or Jaina had fought hand to hand without lightsabers very frequently. However, when it was necessary, they would fight with the speed and accuracy that the Force gave them as it's alllies.
Jaina met the 'Queen of the Death Arena' head on. She ducked and swiped the legs out from under the female giant, then crawled up on her chest, clutching the woman's throat. The crowd began to cheer.
Zekk attacked with the same speed, however, when he tried grabbing one of the Changeling's arms, the arm disappeared and was grown to another part of the body. Soon the Changeling had HIM by the neck, and Zekk gasped as the amazingly strong hands started to cave in his larynx.
Jaina looked up from the unconscious body of giant, to see that Zekk was in a headlock. Struggling, she got to her feet, but suddenly, looming in front of her was the Tuscan Raider.
The robed Tuscan rose it's gaffi-stick up high, and roared. Jaina wasn't slow when she got out of the way. The Tuscan buried his weapon in the sand where she had been milliseconds before. "Sithspawn!" Jaina yelled, as if it was a war cry. Jumping up, she did a round-house kick that smashed into the side of the Tuscan's masked head.
Stars were beginning to spin around Zekk's head, and he knew he had to do something fast. Reaching up, he jabbed his hands into the Changlings eyes. The alien roared, loosening his grasp on Zekk's neck. Zekk gasped, dropping and rolling away. However, the alien was right behind him. Zekk knew that if he was caught by those hands again, he might not be able to get out of it.
Jaina was behind the Tuscan, luckily for her, the tuscan's mask limited his peripheral vision. Taking a Force-fueled running leap, Jaina landed squarely on the Sand Raider's back. Jaina had never been this close to it, and then she wished she wasn't. The smell was horrible. It was the stink of the body odor of someone who had never had a bath in their life. Trying not to let the horrible stench in her mouth, Jaina wrestled to get her arms around the monster's neck.
Durring this time, the audience had become intrigued. These were Jedi? It was plain to see that they were winning the fight, but somehow the crowd thought it would be more spectacular than this. Could it be that these two humans weren't Jedi at all? Where were the lightsabers? The Hutt Garanga, who was the host for the Death Games was thinking this at the exact same time. Motioning to his servant, he said, "Gardangi upso rianon. Shianco la rinco."
Yurric, who was watching the fight in the box next to the Hutt looked at the Hutt's second in command. "What did he say?"
The second in command, being a small slimy Rinco, who resembled a lizard answered, "His Majesty is getting bored. It is time to add more combatants."
Yurric watched with more surprise than worry as two more doors in the arena opened. About twenty more of the fighters rushed forwards. Every one of them were bent on taking the Jedi. He remembered that the Hutts had a deep hatred for the Jedi ever since Leia Solo killed Jabba all those years ago. He just didn't remember when it had been twenty against two before in the Arena of Death.
The twin suns beat down, and the sand was flung into the fighters eyes. Tattoine, harsh, ruthless, and merciless, was hosting a massacre.
Jaina looked up from where she was grappling on the Tuscan's back. That's when she saw them, twenty or so more warriors. And they didn't look friendly. However, it was that millisecond of broken concentration that cost her. The Tuscan reached up, grabbing her hair. He flung her over his head, and to the ground with bone-crushing momentum.
She looked up, suddenly several pains sprung to life inside her body. Jaina glanced over at Zekk, who was staying an arm's length away from the Changeling. Zekk met her gaze. Jaina's nose was bleeding, and so was her lip. The Tuscan delivered a horrible kick to her side, and Jaina rolled away, crying out in pain.
For Zekk, that was the last he could stand. He called the Force to him, all the might and strength that he ever remembered summoning. It burned through him, and he remembered the sweet pain from the last time he had marshaled it. Zekk raised his hands above his head, and turned to the Changeling. With the same momentum of hitting a building at ninety miles an hour, a Force wall crashed into the shape-shifting alien. The alien was thrown a good seven feet back, and then lay still, his insides were crushed as if from a concussion.
The Tuscan met the same fate, roaring in pain and disbelief, he was thrown away from Jaina's injured body. Zekk walked slowly up to her. There were more and more coming, but they were thrown back by the giant and invisible hands of the Force that Zekk was commanding.
Jaina felt Zekk's arm underneath her, lifting her up. It was then that her stunned mind remembered where she was. Getting to her feet, Jaina nearly doubled over in anguish. Several of her ribs had been broken. Using the Force, Jaina bit down the pain, swallowing it. Later she could have time to feel pain, but not now. She leaned on Zekk's shoulder, and looked around. She felt power radiating from him, and then saw exactly what he was doing. It was astounding, but at the same time, terrifying.
"Jaina!" Zekk yelled over the noise. "Release the others, I'll cover you."
Jaina nodded, turning back to the cages where they had been released out into the arena. Grasping her side with her left hand, she sprinted to the other side of the arena.
The spectators were ecstatic. Such a display of power, and such an amazing scene to behold. However, the smarter ones, knew that this was leading to something bad. A wind had started up in the arena, and the sand was lifted up by it. Elements were crashed against elements as Zekk controlled the Force to destroy the oncoming army of fighters. It was because of the wind- swept sand that the guards didn't see Jaina running to the cells.
As she neared the far wall, Jaina summoned the Force to her. She was the daughter of Jedi Knight Leia Solo, and niece to Luke Skywalker, granddaughter to Anakin Skywalker. The Force was strong in her family. As she came up to the bars, she reached out her hands, using the Force to bend the metallic bars as if they were made out of rubber.
"Hey Jaina!" Anakin's voice greeted. "I was wondering when you were gonna get back. Come on! Let me out!"
Jaina worked the Force, using it to turn the mettle into worthless shrapnel. In moments, all of the slaves were free. Anakin was beside her, and together, they raced to where Zekk was barely keeping the other contestants off of him.
By now, the spectator stands were in chaos. The Hutt was issuing orders so fast that his second in command could only barely keep up. "Guards! Guards! Shoot them! Bring the royal speeder quickly!"
Yurric spotted Jaina, her brown hair flowing behind her. He glanced down at the two servant children who sat at his feet. Yurric stood up, taking the blaster out of his belt holster. "Solo!" With his other hand he grabbed the little black-haired boy who had been sitting quietly next to his sister, and pointed the blaster at the boy's temple. "Jaina Solo! Come here now!"
Jaina heard her name being called, and looked up at the main audience box. As she spotted Yurric and her little boy, her heart froze colder than the ice-caps of Hoth. She lifted her hand, pointing it at the Spice-Lord. Instead of closing Yurric's windpipe, she concentrated on the mettle of the blaster. She re-arranged the atoms, causing them to friction against each other, making the blaster to become warmer and warmer.
The spice lord wondered what the Jedi was doing for a moment, but then found out. His blaster was starting to burn his hand. Yurric cried out in pain, throwing the blaster down to the floor. "Fine!" He yelled, grabbing the little girl's hair and holding her above the ground. "Here's your children! You can keep them!" With that, he threw the twins over the side of the audience box and out into open air.
Jaina stumbled over her feet, "No!" She saw them fall, first ten feet, then twenty. They screamed, and Jaina knew she couldn't reach them, or catch them with the Force in time.