Part Fourteen: A Jedi's Noble End
The three Jedi heroes, Gerald Windu, Master Phoebe, and Stinky Kenobi faced the Dark Lord of the Sith, each side taking in the measure of the other's power.
Darth Curly smiled to himself with utter confidence. He knew he would defeat these wimps easily with the Dark Side of the Force at his control.
"So, my old masters," Darth Curly began, smiling coldly at the three Jedi Knights, his eyes gleaming wickedly behind the red lenses of his eyewear. "We meet again, at last. When I left the Jedi Order, I was but a padawan learner, but now, as you can see, I am the master!"
Gerald looked at him, a determined look on his dark face, "Only the master of darkness and evil, Curly. You feel only a part of The Force. You still have alot to learn."
Darth Curly laughed at this, "I'm so glad to see you still have a sense of humor after all of this time, Master Windu."
"Give it up, Darth Curly!" Stinky shouted at him, "We know what you're up to and you won't succeed!"
Darth Curly smiled some more, but the smile was a wicked one, full of malevolence.
"This has nothing to do with the Emperor's plans, Master Kenobi," Darth Curly presented his long-handled lightsaber and activated it. It glowed blood red. "This is personal! You are going to pay for casting me out of the Jedi Order!"
Gerald activated his own lightsaber, the green blade flashed.
"You deserved it, Darth Curly," Gerald said, putting contempt into the Sith Lord's title. "You never understood the truth about the Force! About how precious life is!"
"Spare me!" Darth Curly said, all of his humor evaporating quickly. "You are so pathetic! All of you! Serving the weak side of the Force!
"No! To preserve life is not weakness!" Master Phoebe said strongly. Then she sighed sadly and shook her head at the Sith Lord, "But understood that, you never did."
"Oh I understand this much," Darth Curly said menacingly. "I understand that the two and only constant powers in the universe are destruction and power! Everything is destroyed eventually, and the only way to live is to have power over that destruction! The power to control life and death itself! I understand one truth, get as much power as you can and keep it!"
Gerald frowned at Darth Curly, disgust clear on his face. "Then you learned absolutely nothing!"
Darth Curly smiled coldly again and brought his lightsaber blade up to position with Gerald's. "Not true, Master Gerald. I learned a few new lightsaber techniques since our last duel. Allow me to demonstrate."
With that, Darth Curly lunged at Gerald, who parried his thrust, their lightsaber blades crackling with energy. The two combatants circled, parried, dodged, and thrusted, each of them testing the other's abilities.
The only difference was that Gerald was trying to disarm and take Darth Curly alive.
Darth Curly, on the other hand, was trying his best to destroy Gerald, but so far his best efforts to this point were being held off by Gerald, although not without some small difficulty on Gerald's part.
Phoebe and Stinky stood nearby and watched, each ready to jump in if Gerald needed help. Phoebe could see that Darth Curly had definately improved, the Dark Side of the Force and his own messanic hatred for the Jedi fueling it. Although she realized that Gerald's own attempts at offense were only having little effect, which was backing up the Sith Lord, Gerald did have the upper hand.
But Phoebe could also sense that something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
She looked at Darth Curly and could see that although he did not have the upper hand, his expression was too calm, too controlled despite not being able to defeat Gerald.
It was almost as if...
Then, with startling clarity, it hit her!
"GERALD! GET OUT OF THERE!" She shouted.
Gerald sensed Phoebe's fear and Stinky's confusion, but did not understand...until he looked at Darth Curly. A moment passed between them, as they stood there, their blades crossed.
Darth Curly looked at him, then a large, cold, malevolent smile appeared on his face, pleased to see the look of comprehension cross Gerald's face.
"That's right, my old master...I'm toying with you!" He spat.
Suddenly, the other side of Darth Curly's long-handled lightsaber activated, revealing a duel-sided weapon!
He attacked, spinning and thrusting madly at Gerald. It was all Gerald could do to hold him off. Now he was the one backing up.
"Gerald!" Stinky said out loud, activating his own lightsaber. "I'm coming!"
Darth Curly smiled more. "NOW COMMANDER!" He shouted.
The Jedi sensed more danger and realized that the Sith Lord had used the Dark Side of the Force to cloud the arrival and deployment of over a hundred plus Trade Federation battle droids and Droid Dekas, which suddenly emerged from every direction, blocking every exit. Commander Nadine emerged from the shadows, holding her own sidearm and pointing it between Stinky and Phoebe.
"Don't move, you Jedi scum!" she said, coldly.
The Sith's trap had been sprung.
Darth Curly continued to face Gerald Windu, his double-sided lightsaber a formitable weapon.
Stinky looked on.
He could see that Gerald was tired. Darth Curly, he realized, had been holding back while Gerald tired himself out. Now all the Sith Lord had to do was press his advantage and Gerald was finished!
Stinky also felt Phoebe's worry and he turned to look at her. She kept her eyes on Gerald, a worried and frightened look on her face. She knew the same thing he did. That Gerald was only moments away from his demise.
He knew that her and Gerald were more than just friends deep down, although their duty to the Jedi Order kept them from expressing much of those feelings outwardly. Stinky knew she did not want to lose him.
Gerald could sense their worry and fear as well, he berated himself mentally for his overconfidence. He never anticipated that Darth Curly could have improved so much in a couple of years.
Darth Curly swung at him, the tip of one of his blades cut across Gerald's arm, leaving a small gash that was cauterized by the heat of the blade. The pain and the smell of Gerald's own cook flesh made him feel weeker...
Darth Curly smiled evily, it was only a matter of moments now.
"Now, my old master," he goaded, "Prepare to be one with your weak side of the Force!"
Stinky did the only thing he could do just then, Gerald was too important to the Jedi and to Phoebe...he made his decision in an instant.
He charged strait at Darth Curly, ignoring the lazer blasts at him and deflecting a few with his blade and The Force.
"STINKY! NO!" Phoebe shouted, sensing exactly what he had in mind. The battle droids grabbed her just then.
Stinky ran strait into Darth Curly, who was caught completely by surprise by this act, and swung wildly at the Sith Lord, causing Darth Curly to turn his attention to him instead of Gerald.
Using The Force, Stinky knocked Gerald next to the water drain in the street, which was the only way out.
"GERALD! RUN!" Stinky shouted, as he engaged Darth Curly, who faced all of his anger upon Stinky and began to get the upper hand again.
Stinky knew what the outcome would be and he was prepared. He looked at Darth Curly and said, "You can't win, Darth. Strike me down and I will become more powerful than even you can possibly imagine."
Darth Curly looked at him, furiously, "Let's see, Jedi."
Dazed, Gerald sat up and shouted, realizing what Stinky was doing, "STINKY! DONT! RUN!"
Phoebe, who understood also what would happen, knew that nothing could stop it now. Sadness hit her. All she knew now was that the sacrifice could not be in vain. She yelled at Gerald, "GERALD! RUN! GO WARN ARNOLD, YOU MUST!"
But Gerald could only sit there, next to the drain, and watch what would happen in terror.
Stinky turned arway from Darth Curly and locked eyes with Gerald.
"Gerald, I'll always be with y'all!" He said
Darth Curly knocked the lightsaber from Stinky's grap and delivered the fatal blow, thrusting one of the glowing red blades through Stinky's stomach, then in one quick swoop, cut him in half.
Stinky's empty robes fell to the ground next to his lightsaber.
"NO!!!" Gerald screamed.
The battle droids began to fire at him.
Gerald quickly returned to the situation, but the feeling of loss was still in his stomach. he saw the sewer drain next to him and dove into it, just before more lazer blasts would have hit him.
Darth Curly shouted furiously into the sky. He turned to Commander Nadine. "Find him! Don't let him get away!"
Commander Nadine was already ordering the droids to engage in pursuit, knowing it was futile. The sewer lines were hundreds of miles long, a maze through which finding one person would be next to impossible.
Darth Curly turned to Phoebe, who was in tears at the sight of Stinky's empty robes, but smiling that Gerald was away and safe.
"Take her to the ship and confine her!" Darth Curly order the droids.
"Roger Roger!" The droid answered and forcefully took Phoebe away.
Below in the sewer, Gerald felt sick on his stomach, he could feel that Phoebe was safe, for the moment, and that helped. He knew what he had to do. He had to get back to Arnold and warn him.
To be Continued...
DARTHRODEN'S NOTE: No good story is without at least one terrible tragedy that makes you cry out for justice, as well as see the badguy ultimately get his in the end...don't worry about Stinky though, let's just say that later on, he still manages to give helpful advice to Arnold and Helga.
I have to go for now, I have a planet to attack, but I'll be back with a new part very soon.
May The Force Be With You! -Your Pal, DarthRoden
The three Jedi heroes, Gerald Windu, Master Phoebe, and Stinky Kenobi faced the Dark Lord of the Sith, each side taking in the measure of the other's power.
Darth Curly smiled to himself with utter confidence. He knew he would defeat these wimps easily with the Dark Side of the Force at his control.
"So, my old masters," Darth Curly began, smiling coldly at the three Jedi Knights, his eyes gleaming wickedly behind the red lenses of his eyewear. "We meet again, at last. When I left the Jedi Order, I was but a padawan learner, but now, as you can see, I am the master!"
Gerald looked at him, a determined look on his dark face, "Only the master of darkness and evil, Curly. You feel only a part of The Force. You still have alot to learn."
Darth Curly laughed at this, "I'm so glad to see you still have a sense of humor after all of this time, Master Windu."
"Give it up, Darth Curly!" Stinky shouted at him, "We know what you're up to and you won't succeed!"
Darth Curly smiled some more, but the smile was a wicked one, full of malevolence.
"This has nothing to do with the Emperor's plans, Master Kenobi," Darth Curly presented his long-handled lightsaber and activated it. It glowed blood red. "This is personal! You are going to pay for casting me out of the Jedi Order!"
Gerald activated his own lightsaber, the green blade flashed.
"You deserved it, Darth Curly," Gerald said, putting contempt into the Sith Lord's title. "You never understood the truth about the Force! About how precious life is!"
"Spare me!" Darth Curly said, all of his humor evaporating quickly. "You are so pathetic! All of you! Serving the weak side of the Force!
"No! To preserve life is not weakness!" Master Phoebe said strongly. Then she sighed sadly and shook her head at the Sith Lord, "But understood that, you never did."
"Oh I understand this much," Darth Curly said menacingly. "I understand that the two and only constant powers in the universe are destruction and power! Everything is destroyed eventually, and the only way to live is to have power over that destruction! The power to control life and death itself! I understand one truth, get as much power as you can and keep it!"
Gerald frowned at Darth Curly, disgust clear on his face. "Then you learned absolutely nothing!"
Darth Curly smiled coldly again and brought his lightsaber blade up to position with Gerald's. "Not true, Master Gerald. I learned a few new lightsaber techniques since our last duel. Allow me to demonstrate."
With that, Darth Curly lunged at Gerald, who parried his thrust, their lightsaber blades crackling with energy. The two combatants circled, parried, dodged, and thrusted, each of them testing the other's abilities.
The only difference was that Gerald was trying to disarm and take Darth Curly alive.
Darth Curly, on the other hand, was trying his best to destroy Gerald, but so far his best efforts to this point were being held off by Gerald, although not without some small difficulty on Gerald's part.
Phoebe and Stinky stood nearby and watched, each ready to jump in if Gerald needed help. Phoebe could see that Darth Curly had definately improved, the Dark Side of the Force and his own messanic hatred for the Jedi fueling it. Although she realized that Gerald's own attempts at offense were only having little effect, which was backing up the Sith Lord, Gerald did have the upper hand.
But Phoebe could also sense that something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
She looked at Darth Curly and could see that although he did not have the upper hand, his expression was too calm, too controlled despite not being able to defeat Gerald.
It was almost as if...
Then, with startling clarity, it hit her!
"GERALD! GET OUT OF THERE!" She shouted.
Gerald sensed Phoebe's fear and Stinky's confusion, but did not understand...until he looked at Darth Curly. A moment passed between them, as they stood there, their blades crossed.
Darth Curly looked at him, then a large, cold, malevolent smile appeared on his face, pleased to see the look of comprehension cross Gerald's face.
"That's right, my old master...I'm toying with you!" He spat.
Suddenly, the other side of Darth Curly's long-handled lightsaber activated, revealing a duel-sided weapon!
He attacked, spinning and thrusting madly at Gerald. It was all Gerald could do to hold him off. Now he was the one backing up.
"Gerald!" Stinky said out loud, activating his own lightsaber. "I'm coming!"
Darth Curly smiled more. "NOW COMMANDER!" He shouted.
The Jedi sensed more danger and realized that the Sith Lord had used the Dark Side of the Force to cloud the arrival and deployment of over a hundred plus Trade Federation battle droids and Droid Dekas, which suddenly emerged from every direction, blocking every exit. Commander Nadine emerged from the shadows, holding her own sidearm and pointing it between Stinky and Phoebe.
"Don't move, you Jedi scum!" she said, coldly.
The Sith's trap had been sprung.
Darth Curly continued to face Gerald Windu, his double-sided lightsaber a formitable weapon.
Stinky looked on.
He could see that Gerald was tired. Darth Curly, he realized, had been holding back while Gerald tired himself out. Now all the Sith Lord had to do was press his advantage and Gerald was finished!
Stinky also felt Phoebe's worry and he turned to look at her. She kept her eyes on Gerald, a worried and frightened look on her face. She knew the same thing he did. That Gerald was only moments away from his demise.
He knew that her and Gerald were more than just friends deep down, although their duty to the Jedi Order kept them from expressing much of those feelings outwardly. Stinky knew she did not want to lose him.
Gerald could sense their worry and fear as well, he berated himself mentally for his overconfidence. He never anticipated that Darth Curly could have improved so much in a couple of years.
Darth Curly swung at him, the tip of one of his blades cut across Gerald's arm, leaving a small gash that was cauterized by the heat of the blade. The pain and the smell of Gerald's own cook flesh made him feel weeker...
Darth Curly smiled evily, it was only a matter of moments now.
"Now, my old master," he goaded, "Prepare to be one with your weak side of the Force!"
Stinky did the only thing he could do just then, Gerald was too important to the Jedi and to Phoebe...he made his decision in an instant.
He charged strait at Darth Curly, ignoring the lazer blasts at him and deflecting a few with his blade and The Force.
"STINKY! NO!" Phoebe shouted, sensing exactly what he had in mind. The battle droids grabbed her just then.
Stinky ran strait into Darth Curly, who was caught completely by surprise by this act, and swung wildly at the Sith Lord, causing Darth Curly to turn his attention to him instead of Gerald.
Using The Force, Stinky knocked Gerald next to the water drain in the street, which was the only way out.
"GERALD! RUN!" Stinky shouted, as he engaged Darth Curly, who faced all of his anger upon Stinky and began to get the upper hand again.
Stinky knew what the outcome would be and he was prepared. He looked at Darth Curly and said, "You can't win, Darth. Strike me down and I will become more powerful than even you can possibly imagine."
Darth Curly looked at him, furiously, "Let's see, Jedi."
Dazed, Gerald sat up and shouted, realizing what Stinky was doing, "STINKY! DONT! RUN!"
Phoebe, who understood also what would happen, knew that nothing could stop it now. Sadness hit her. All she knew now was that the sacrifice could not be in vain. She yelled at Gerald, "GERALD! RUN! GO WARN ARNOLD, YOU MUST!"
But Gerald could only sit there, next to the drain, and watch what would happen in terror.
Stinky turned arway from Darth Curly and locked eyes with Gerald.
"Gerald, I'll always be with y'all!" He said
Darth Curly knocked the lightsaber from Stinky's grap and delivered the fatal blow, thrusting one of the glowing red blades through Stinky's stomach, then in one quick swoop, cut him in half.
Stinky's empty robes fell to the ground next to his lightsaber.
"NO!!!" Gerald screamed.
The battle droids began to fire at him.
Gerald quickly returned to the situation, but the feeling of loss was still in his stomach. he saw the sewer drain next to him and dove into it, just before more lazer blasts would have hit him.
Darth Curly shouted furiously into the sky. He turned to Commander Nadine. "Find him! Don't let him get away!"
Commander Nadine was already ordering the droids to engage in pursuit, knowing it was futile. The sewer lines were hundreds of miles long, a maze through which finding one person would be next to impossible.
Darth Curly turned to Phoebe, who was in tears at the sight of Stinky's empty robes, but smiling that Gerald was away and safe.
"Take her to the ship and confine her!" Darth Curly order the droids.
"Roger Roger!" The droid answered and forcefully took Phoebe away.
Below in the sewer, Gerald felt sick on his stomach, he could feel that Phoebe was safe, for the moment, and that helped. He knew what he had to do. He had to get back to Arnold and warn him.
To be Continued...
DARTHRODEN'S NOTE: No good story is without at least one terrible tragedy that makes you cry out for justice, as well as see the badguy ultimately get his in the end...don't worry about Stinky though, let's just say that later on, he still manages to give helpful advice to Arnold and Helga.
I have to go for now, I have a planet to attack, but I'll be back with a new part very soon.
May The Force Be With You! -Your Pal, DarthRoden