Wyn 2
Obi-Wan curled into a ball and tried to ignore the flames creeping hungrily toward him. Their ship was burning, Qui-Gon was injured, and a strange droid had appeared, taken his defenseless Master, and vanished, yet he struggled to remain calm. He couldn't move, the concussion draining his strength away along with his handle on the Force, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Thick black smoke swirled in around him, cutting off his vision and burning his throat. His eyes stung, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he coughed, trying vainly to expel the noxious smoke from his singed lungs. The heat was becoming unbearable as sweat soaked his robes. He couldn't take much more. Soon he would pass out and never wake up. With a last plea to the Force he prayed that the droid had gotten his Master to safety.
Then he was being swung quickly into the air, up into the thick blackness that floated against the ceiling. He gasped, drawing the dense smoke into his lungs, and shuddered at the fire which ignited in his chest. He began to cough violently as his hood was pulled across his face. At first he was frightened by the action and began to struggle, but as the choking subsided the realization filtered into his still swimming brain that the cloak was actually filtering out most of the noxious fumes. He relaxed, ever so slightly, and could feel a thin ripple of hope from the Force around him. He still couldn't concentrate clearly enough to grasp it, so he turned to his other senses.
He was moving, quite quickly, and he could hear the predominantly rhythmic pounding of rubber on metal. Waves of heat were still rolling past him and he could see flashes and shadows of orange light reflecting through the folds of his hood. His body was held aloft by two thin solid rods . . . arms? Had the droid come back for him?
This train of thought was interrupted as Obi-Wan was jerked to a stop. The heat grew to a suffocating pitch, burning even through the thick jedi robes, and he could feel the droid looking around for a clear path. He didn't dare lift his hood, for fear of the venomous smoke, but some lingering sense of direction told him they were amid the storage areas of the ship. With a swift jolt, Obi-Wan felt the droid slam its body into the corridor wall. It happened again and again, and the padawan was beginning to fear that its circuits had been damaged by the heat, when the wall suddenly gave way and they tumbled into another chamber.
The sound of metal on metal echoed through a massive space as Obi-Wan pushed himself onto his hands and knees. His headache had only grown in the past few minutes, but he pushed it aside, struggling against the pounding concussion for some sort of mental clarity. Where were they? The air seemed clear now, and the heat had lessened, so he pulled his hood back from his eyes. The vast cavernous darkness was lit only by a flickering orange light which spilled from the large hole in the near wall, illuminating the reflective frame of the droid standing nearby. The droid was perfectly still, but a range of tiny lights, which looked almost like figures of some strange language sped across large opalescent eyes. The dizziness returned with a vengeance and Obi-Wan felt his stomach lurch. The floor rose, toppling the walls and the small pile of containers stacked in the corner.
Metal flashed, and the boy found himself once again in thin metal arms. He could feel air rushing past his face, and realized they were moving nearly as quickly as the temple speeders. They were sprinting away from the hole they had made, into the pitch darkness, and Obi-Wan could not decipher the reason for such speed until his struggling mind landed on the image of the containers they were racing away from. They were spare fuel cells, and the fire was almost upon them. In a moment of panic Obi-Wan looked up into his would-be savior's face, but the darkness was now too complete to make out anything beyond two opalescent orbs, shifting slightly among shades of the deepest gray.
"Hold on," he heard, before he was flying through the air, surrounded by a thin metal frame, shielding him, carrying him, protecting him from any impending impact as best it could. They hit the wall with a jolt and broke right through a grate, rolling bumpily into a ventilation shaft. The metal frame uncurled, and Obi-Wan was placed again on his hands and knees.
"Crawl . . . quickly!" the voice commanded, and the padawan did not even think but to obey. He scurried forward, tripping in his robe, but stumbling blindly on, until he heard a dull explosion echoing down the passage. The droid grasped his ankle, pounded the floor of the vent, and before he could blink he had been pulled down into another corridor, swept up, and carried. They flew down the passage, and Obi-Wan could hear behind them the quick rapport of other explosions in a deadly chain reaction.
Without warning they slammed into a door, and Obi-Wan's headache flared brighter than the fire. His vision swam as blackness threatened, but he wasn't yet ready to surrender to the pain. He heard a loud whoosh as freezing air rushed past his hands and face, then saw a shimmering wall of orange, gold, and blue flame rolling hungrily down the corridor toward them. He was literally tossed through a doorway away from the explosion, and caught the spinning sight of the droid pulling the door of the airlock closed on the inferno before hitting the disengage panel. He felt a jolt as the ship lurched free, and the face of the strange droid bending to peer into his own before finally succumbing to blissful oblivion.
Obi-Wan curled into a ball and tried to ignore the flames creeping hungrily toward him. Their ship was burning, Qui-Gon was injured, and a strange droid had appeared, taken his defenseless Master, and vanished, yet he struggled to remain calm. He couldn't move, the concussion draining his strength away along with his handle on the Force, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Thick black smoke swirled in around him, cutting off his vision and burning his throat. His eyes stung, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he coughed, trying vainly to expel the noxious smoke from his singed lungs. The heat was becoming unbearable as sweat soaked his robes. He couldn't take much more. Soon he would pass out and never wake up. With a last plea to the Force he prayed that the droid had gotten his Master to safety.
Then he was being swung quickly into the air, up into the thick blackness that floated against the ceiling. He gasped, drawing the dense smoke into his lungs, and shuddered at the fire which ignited in his chest. He began to cough violently as his hood was pulled across his face. At first he was frightened by the action and began to struggle, but as the choking subsided the realization filtered into his still swimming brain that the cloak was actually filtering out most of the noxious fumes. He relaxed, ever so slightly, and could feel a thin ripple of hope from the Force around him. He still couldn't concentrate clearly enough to grasp it, so he turned to his other senses.
He was moving, quite quickly, and he could hear the predominantly rhythmic pounding of rubber on metal. Waves of heat were still rolling past him and he could see flashes and shadows of orange light reflecting through the folds of his hood. His body was held aloft by two thin solid rods . . . arms? Had the droid come back for him?
This train of thought was interrupted as Obi-Wan was jerked to a stop. The heat grew to a suffocating pitch, burning even through the thick jedi robes, and he could feel the droid looking around for a clear path. He didn't dare lift his hood, for fear of the venomous smoke, but some lingering sense of direction told him they were amid the storage areas of the ship. With a swift jolt, Obi-Wan felt the droid slam its body into the corridor wall. It happened again and again, and the padawan was beginning to fear that its circuits had been damaged by the heat, when the wall suddenly gave way and they tumbled into another chamber.
The sound of metal on metal echoed through a massive space as Obi-Wan pushed himself onto his hands and knees. His headache had only grown in the past few minutes, but he pushed it aside, struggling against the pounding concussion for some sort of mental clarity. Where were they? The air seemed clear now, and the heat had lessened, so he pulled his hood back from his eyes. The vast cavernous darkness was lit only by a flickering orange light which spilled from the large hole in the near wall, illuminating the reflective frame of the droid standing nearby. The droid was perfectly still, but a range of tiny lights, which looked almost like figures of some strange language sped across large opalescent eyes. The dizziness returned with a vengeance and Obi-Wan felt his stomach lurch. The floor rose, toppling the walls and the small pile of containers stacked in the corner.
Metal flashed, and the boy found himself once again in thin metal arms. He could feel air rushing past his face, and realized they were moving nearly as quickly as the temple speeders. They were sprinting away from the hole they had made, into the pitch darkness, and Obi-Wan could not decipher the reason for such speed until his struggling mind landed on the image of the containers they were racing away from. They were spare fuel cells, and the fire was almost upon them. In a moment of panic Obi-Wan looked up into his would-be savior's face, but the darkness was now too complete to make out anything beyond two opalescent orbs, shifting slightly among shades of the deepest gray.
"Hold on," he heard, before he was flying through the air, surrounded by a thin metal frame, shielding him, carrying him, protecting him from any impending impact as best it could. They hit the wall with a jolt and broke right through a grate, rolling bumpily into a ventilation shaft. The metal frame uncurled, and Obi-Wan was placed again on his hands and knees.
"Crawl . . . quickly!" the voice commanded, and the padawan did not even think but to obey. He scurried forward, tripping in his robe, but stumbling blindly on, until he heard a dull explosion echoing down the passage. The droid grasped his ankle, pounded the floor of the vent, and before he could blink he had been pulled down into another corridor, swept up, and carried. They flew down the passage, and Obi-Wan could hear behind them the quick rapport of other explosions in a deadly chain reaction.
Without warning they slammed into a door, and Obi-Wan's headache flared brighter than the fire. His vision swam as blackness threatened, but he wasn't yet ready to surrender to the pain. He heard a loud whoosh as freezing air rushed past his hands and face, then saw a shimmering wall of orange, gold, and blue flame rolling hungrily down the corridor toward them. He was literally tossed through a doorway away from the explosion, and caught the spinning sight of the droid pulling the door of the airlock closed on the inferno before hitting the disengage panel. He felt a jolt as the ship lurched free, and the face of the strange droid bending to peer into his own before finally succumbing to blissful oblivion.