Doma stood petrified, and stared at what he was almost certain would be the
last thing he would stare at.the ugly face of a Rancor that had just broken
into the corridor. It snarled at him and started to walk slowly towards
him. Doma didn't want to die, he had no choice, he would have to battle it.
Doma felt on his belt for his lightsabre.kept looking.still looking.he
didn't have it.
"Not now, please not now!" he thought desperately, but he didn't have long
to think as a huge orange Rancors fist came flying towards him. Doma didn't
have much choice; he dived to the wall of the corridor and hid behind a
statue, as the Rancor promptly erected a new entrance to the corridor. It
looked around stupidly, almost as if it expected to see Doma running down
the corridor. Doma pressed himself against the statue. He was breathing
quickly, but as quietly as he could to try and hide from the monstrous
beast now searching for him. He had no weapon.no, that wasn't true, he had
the force, but how could he use it to outsmart a Rancor? He needed more
time to think. He shut his eyes.it almost felt as if he was falling.falling
backwards, then he hit the ground. Doma checked around, and saw the hideous
figure of the rancor, clutching the statue he had been hiding behind. The
Rancor raised the figure of a famous Sith above his head and brought it
down towards Doma. He didn't have have many options available here, so he
put out his hand and tried to slow the fall of the Rancors hand. Though he
was one of the higher level students, he had never tried to subdue a
Rancor.would he be able to?. Doma closed his eyes, and counted down in his
head to his impending doom, "3.2.1.that's it" but he was still thinking
".1.that's it! But it isn't! I'm still here" He opened his eyes, and saw
the struggle ridden face of the Rancor, holding it's weapon level with it's
head, which was where it was staying. Doma couldn't believe it; he was
filled with a newfound confidence, he was beating the monster that sought
so badly to kill him. He rolled to the side and let the hand of the beast
fall. The Rancor was surprised, and held its pose for a few moments, with
its hand on the ground clutching its mutilated statue. Doma shot a quick
lightning bolt at the Rancors side, but its thick hide prevented any
damage. The monster stood up again and tried wildly to knock Doma into the
ground, but each time it struck, Doma and his newfound confidence had moved
elsewhere. Doma jumped onto the wall, then to the opposite wall, then
straight over the Rancors head. Doma, now stood behind the Rancor, summoned
all the strength in his body and delivered a kick to the Rancors back.
Normally nothing would have happened, but Doma could feel the force, and
used it to his advantage, and sent the rancor head first into the ground.
Doma was winning! He felt the dark side of the Force flow through him, it
made him strong, and angry. Doma knew just how to dispatch the Rancor. He
felt the force flowing towards the Rancor, and fought to reverse it. The
Rancor was far less powerful, when compared to the Ysalamiri he had
practiced on earlier today, and the flow reversed easily. He absorbed the
force, and there was a lot of it considering the size of the monster. Using
all the force he could muster, he pushed the Rancor, straight through the
hole it had created in the wall, and into the jungles of Yavin 4.
It was gone. Doma felt so alive! He could feel evil emotions inside him, he
knew it was wrong, but it made it all the more right! He was strong, Ruhmer
could not tell him otherwise, he had tackled a Rancor in an enclosed space
without his sabre!
He imagined himself above Ruhmer, above Vitox, he sought power, and now he
had tasted it he needed more.more, yet he felt weak.he was weakening, he
felt light headed, his body felt too heavy for his head.head? Why would it
put pressure on his head?. He felt his body wavering.and his life almost
went into slow motion as he fell to the ground.the last thing he saw was
the sun dipping under the horizon.or the window sill, he couldn't tell,
then his head hit the ground, and it all went blank.
last thing he would stare at.the ugly face of a Rancor that had just broken
into the corridor. It snarled at him and started to walk slowly towards
him. Doma didn't want to die, he had no choice, he would have to battle it.
Doma felt on his belt for his lightsabre.kept looking.still looking.he
didn't have it.
"Not now, please not now!" he thought desperately, but he didn't have long
to think as a huge orange Rancors fist came flying towards him. Doma didn't
have much choice; he dived to the wall of the corridor and hid behind a
statue, as the Rancor promptly erected a new entrance to the corridor. It
looked around stupidly, almost as if it expected to see Doma running down
the corridor. Doma pressed himself against the statue. He was breathing
quickly, but as quietly as he could to try and hide from the monstrous
beast now searching for him. He had no weapon.no, that wasn't true, he had
the force, but how could he use it to outsmart a Rancor? He needed more
time to think. He shut his eyes.it almost felt as if he was falling.falling
backwards, then he hit the ground. Doma checked around, and saw the hideous
figure of the rancor, clutching the statue he had been hiding behind. The
Rancor raised the figure of a famous Sith above his head and brought it
down towards Doma. He didn't have have many options available here, so he
put out his hand and tried to slow the fall of the Rancors hand. Though he
was one of the higher level students, he had never tried to subdue a
Rancor.would he be able to?. Doma closed his eyes, and counted down in his
head to his impending doom, "3.2.1.that's it" but he was still thinking
".1.that's it! But it isn't! I'm still here" He opened his eyes, and saw
the struggle ridden face of the Rancor, holding it's weapon level with it's
head, which was where it was staying. Doma couldn't believe it; he was
filled with a newfound confidence, he was beating the monster that sought
so badly to kill him. He rolled to the side and let the hand of the beast
fall. The Rancor was surprised, and held its pose for a few moments, with
its hand on the ground clutching its mutilated statue. Doma shot a quick
lightning bolt at the Rancors side, but its thick hide prevented any
damage. The monster stood up again and tried wildly to knock Doma into the
ground, but each time it struck, Doma and his newfound confidence had moved
elsewhere. Doma jumped onto the wall, then to the opposite wall, then
straight over the Rancors head. Doma, now stood behind the Rancor, summoned
all the strength in his body and delivered a kick to the Rancors back.
Normally nothing would have happened, but Doma could feel the force, and
used it to his advantage, and sent the rancor head first into the ground.
Doma was winning! He felt the dark side of the Force flow through him, it
made him strong, and angry. Doma knew just how to dispatch the Rancor. He
felt the force flowing towards the Rancor, and fought to reverse it. The
Rancor was far less powerful, when compared to the Ysalamiri he had
practiced on earlier today, and the flow reversed easily. He absorbed the
force, and there was a lot of it considering the size of the monster. Using
all the force he could muster, he pushed the Rancor, straight through the
hole it had created in the wall, and into the jungles of Yavin 4.
It was gone. Doma felt so alive! He could feel evil emotions inside him, he
knew it was wrong, but it made it all the more right! He was strong, Ruhmer
could not tell him otherwise, he had tackled a Rancor in an enclosed space
without his sabre!
He imagined himself above Ruhmer, above Vitox, he sought power, and now he
had tasted it he needed more.more, yet he felt weak.he was weakening, he
felt light headed, his body felt too heavy for his head.head? Why would it
put pressure on his head?. He felt his body wavering.and his life almost
went into slow motion as he fell to the ground.the last thing he saw was
the sun dipping under the horizon.or the window sill, he couldn't tell,
then his head hit the ground, and it all went blank.