Part 26: Plan of Attack
Arnold, Gerald, Grandma Gertie and everyone else snuck up closely to the palace and the battleship, hiding behind nearby rock formations. They watched as armored personal carriers piloted by armed battle droids patrolled the area nearby.
"Man Arnold, that place is a fortress!" Gerald Windu said, looking around at the size of the battle driod army being uploaded onto the personal carriers.
Arnold nodded, conviction in his eyes. "Yeah, but they have Helga and Master Phoebe in there and we have to save them." Out of habit, Arnold reached at his side for his lightsaber, but it was gone. "Huh? Oh man, I forgot! I lost my lightsaber. I think maybe Helga took it."
Gerald reached into his robes and pulled out a worn-looking lightsaber. He tossed it to Arnold. "Here Arnold. It was Master Stinky's lightsaber. I know he'd of wanted you to have it."
Arnold looked at the lightsaber in his hand and his grip tightened around it. He closed his eyes remembering his Master Stinky. Darth Curly and Emperor Olga had alot to answer for. He looked up. "Thanks Gerald. I'm glad you, Stinky and Phoebe thought so highly of me..." He looked away a little then. "...even if I did fail to protect Helga."
Grandma Gertie put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. "Arnold, everything that has happened has been the will of The Force. There was little you could have done, your destity is what awaits you, one the future is in your hands now. You can still save her and defeat the Sith. We all know you can."
Everyone nodded.
Arnold nodded finally and said, "Thanks Grandma, Thanks everyone."
"Hey Arnold, are you sure you can fight with that head wound?" Gerald asked, looking over the bandage on Arnold's head, where he was wounded in his battle with Darth Curly.
He nodded, "I'll be fine, Gerald."
"Okay, I contacted Coresant and told them to send the army to stop the Trade Federation transports, but we have to buy some time. Once we get inside, we have to get to the control room and stop Olga." Gerald told him.
"Right," Arnold nodded, and turned to his Grandpa. "Please be careful out here and stay out of sight till the army gets here. Then try and help them free the slaves, ok?"
"Don't worry, shortman," Phil said. "I think we can manage that, right everyone?" The others all nodded.
"Please be careful," Arnold said, then looked at his Grandma. "Take good care of everyone."
Gertie smiled and nodded, "May the Force be with you both."
Arnold and Gerald nodded then began their plan of attack.
Slowly they snuck in, using the cover of the boulders nearby, to one of the patrol vehicles and jumped onto the back and, using their lightsabers, managed to take out the three droids inside manning them. Gerald took the controls and began to pilot it back to the palace, slowly so as not to raise suspision.
"Woah, I am telling you, Arnold, I have got to get me one of these babies!" Gerald said smiling.
Arnold smiled weakly at the small joke, then focused on the large battleship over the palace and felt out using the Force, being very careful not to alert the Sith he was close.
He could sense Darth Curly and Emperor Olga, both gave off a cold feeling. He could feel Phoebe, should sense her pain and sorrow. He tried to reach out to her, but felt he was being blocked out somehow. He looekd over at Gerald and the strait ahead look he saw told him he sensed her pain also. Then he could sense Helga's presence as well, the warmth of it made him smile a little at first, till he felt the sorrow and anguish she was suffering inside, her sense of loss and grief...for him.
But mixed with that grief was something else, very weak, but there. A sort-of grim focus, a desire for revenge, anger...and a small part of the same coldness he felt from the Sith Lords. The Dark Side. It had not consumed her, but was very much with her.
Arnold tried once more to reach out to her, but like Phoebe, the collar she wore prevented it. He wondered if she could sense him or even if she was still trying to thinking he was dead.
He whipered silently and foucused with his thoughts, "Helga, hang on! I'm coming!"
To Be Continued...
Next, Helga comes face to face with Emperor Olga and her fate is decided! This story is almost over...(sniffs) but the best is yet to come! So make like Han Solo in carbonite and don't go anywhere! See ya soon! D.R.
Arnold, Gerald, Grandma Gertie and everyone else snuck up closely to the palace and the battleship, hiding behind nearby rock formations. They watched as armored personal carriers piloted by armed battle droids patrolled the area nearby.
"Man Arnold, that place is a fortress!" Gerald Windu said, looking around at the size of the battle driod army being uploaded onto the personal carriers.
Arnold nodded, conviction in his eyes. "Yeah, but they have Helga and Master Phoebe in there and we have to save them." Out of habit, Arnold reached at his side for his lightsaber, but it was gone. "Huh? Oh man, I forgot! I lost my lightsaber. I think maybe Helga took it."
Gerald reached into his robes and pulled out a worn-looking lightsaber. He tossed it to Arnold. "Here Arnold. It was Master Stinky's lightsaber. I know he'd of wanted you to have it."
Arnold looked at the lightsaber in his hand and his grip tightened around it. He closed his eyes remembering his Master Stinky. Darth Curly and Emperor Olga had alot to answer for. He looked up. "Thanks Gerald. I'm glad you, Stinky and Phoebe thought so highly of me..." He looked away a little then. "...even if I did fail to protect Helga."
Grandma Gertie put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. "Arnold, everything that has happened has been the will of The Force. There was little you could have done, your destity is what awaits you, one the future is in your hands now. You can still save her and defeat the Sith. We all know you can."
Everyone nodded.
Arnold nodded finally and said, "Thanks Grandma, Thanks everyone."
"Hey Arnold, are you sure you can fight with that head wound?" Gerald asked, looking over the bandage on Arnold's head, where he was wounded in his battle with Darth Curly.
He nodded, "I'll be fine, Gerald."
"Okay, I contacted Coresant and told them to send the army to stop the Trade Federation transports, but we have to buy some time. Once we get inside, we have to get to the control room and stop Olga." Gerald told him.
"Right," Arnold nodded, and turned to his Grandpa. "Please be careful out here and stay out of sight till the army gets here. Then try and help them free the slaves, ok?"
"Don't worry, shortman," Phil said. "I think we can manage that, right everyone?" The others all nodded.
"Please be careful," Arnold said, then looked at his Grandma. "Take good care of everyone."
Gertie smiled and nodded, "May the Force be with you both."
Arnold and Gerald nodded then began their plan of attack.
Slowly they snuck in, using the cover of the boulders nearby, to one of the patrol vehicles and jumped onto the back and, using their lightsabers, managed to take out the three droids inside manning them. Gerald took the controls and began to pilot it back to the palace, slowly so as not to raise suspision.
"Woah, I am telling you, Arnold, I have got to get me one of these babies!" Gerald said smiling.
Arnold smiled weakly at the small joke, then focused on the large battleship over the palace and felt out using the Force, being very careful not to alert the Sith he was close.
He could sense Darth Curly and Emperor Olga, both gave off a cold feeling. He could feel Phoebe, should sense her pain and sorrow. He tried to reach out to her, but felt he was being blocked out somehow. He looekd over at Gerald and the strait ahead look he saw told him he sensed her pain also. Then he could sense Helga's presence as well, the warmth of it made him smile a little at first, till he felt the sorrow and anguish she was suffering inside, her sense of loss and grief...for him.
But mixed with that grief was something else, very weak, but there. A sort-of grim focus, a desire for revenge, anger...and a small part of the same coldness he felt from the Sith Lords. The Dark Side. It had not consumed her, but was very much with her.
Arnold tried once more to reach out to her, but like Phoebe, the collar she wore prevented it. He wondered if she could sense him or even if she was still trying to thinking he was dead.
He whipered silently and foucused with his thoughts, "Helga, hang on! I'm coming!"
To Be Continued...
Next, Helga comes face to face with Emperor Olga and her fate is decided! This story is almost over...(sniffs) but the best is yet to come! So make like Han Solo in carbonite and don't go anywhere! See ya soon! D.R.