Disclaimer:
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
*****
CHAPTER FOUR
"Kill them both."
Captain Sorro's words rang out over the crowd.
Anguish filled Del-Mon. He knew the hopelessness of his situation. There was great chance he would never see his Padawan again.
Two guards grabbed his arms and pulled him away.
Del-Mon couldn't contain the cry, and he called his Padawan's name.
Aro-Ken tried to fight away from his holders, but it was no use. "Master!" he shouted.
The master and apprentice were dragged away from each other.
Del-Mon was forced down a corridor and to an empty metal room. The guards began to load their weapons.
The Jedi's mind was racing. As he leaned his back against the wall, he suddenly felt his lightsaber pressing against his back. Some how it had gotten shifted.
He heard a guard curse as he fumbled with his weapon. It would take them a while to fix it.
Del-Mon slowly parted his Jedi robes, and felt his lightsaber. He brought his wrists as far apart as he could, hoping the lightsaber wasn't too close to his body.
Slowly, taking a last deep breath, he jammed the ignite button, and there was a snap-hiss sound. Del-Mon could feel the heat of the blade as it shot neatly between his wrists, severing the bonds.
The guards looked up, and Del-Mon instantly had his lightsaber in his hands. He charged at the guards, slicing their weapons in half immediately. The scorching, melted metal fell to the ground.
The guards' eyes went wide, and they backed away from him in terror, shrinking against the walls.
"I'm not going to kill you," the Jedi said.
The three guards sighed in relief.
"I will, however, if you fail to cooperate with me," Del-Mon said in a warning tone.
They nodded.
"You're going to take me to where ever my apprentice is, and tell them Captain Sorro changed his mind about killing us. Right?" Del-Mon asked, menacingly holding the lightsaber closer to their throats.
Again the three nodded.
"Good. Let's go," Del-Mon instructed.
Instantly the three guards rose and began to escort Del-Mon from the room and down the hallways once more.
They arrived at the other execution chambers, and Del-Mon instructed the guards to let him in to each one.
Each room proved fruitless. They were all empty, save Del-Mon as he bolted into them.
"If he's not here, then where else would he be?" the Jedi demanded.
"O-On one of th-the corpse transports… To Jadda," stammered one of the guards as Del-Mon held the green blade next to his face.
"Take me to the hangar immediately," he ordered.
The guard he spoke to nodded rigidly, and immediately proceeded to lead the way.
As they arrived at the hangar, the guard opened the door, and Del-Mon entered immediately.
Looking around, he saw a ship, a single transport, hovering in the air, going towards the exit portal.
"No!" shouted Del-Mon. He turned to the guard, lightsaber ready. "Where is that transport-"
Before he could finish his question, a siren began to blare, and red lights flashed. One of the guards had hit the alarm button!
All three of them began to advance on the Jedi.
Del-Mon quickly considered his options, and then turned and ran.
As fast as he could, he got out the hangar door, and used the controls to jam it. From within he heard the three guards angrily pounding on it.
In the hallway, there were flashing red lights too. Del-Mon looked back and forth, deciding his options. He could hear footsteps coming towards him from the left, and nothing to the right. He instantly ran down the right hand corridor.
Del-Mon stopped running when he sensed he was far enough from the search party. He now cautiously crept down the halls, using the Force to try and find a way out.
Suddenly, as he rounded a corner, he found himself faced with a wall.
Del-Mon turned to go back the other way, but there were more people coming.
"There he is! Fire!" a voice rang out.
Instantly, blaster fire and smoke filled the air. Del-Mon whirled about, swinging his lightsaber expertly and deflecting every bolt that he did not evade.
As he spun about, he found himself on the side of the hall opposite the one he had been on before. He suddenly felt his foot sink as he put it down to pivot again. The carved pillar behind him began to swing aside.
Del-Mon looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly darted into the opening that it had produced.
The pillar swung back in place from behind him.
The Jedi found himself in a large banquet hall. Cobwebs were entwining the chairs and the long table. Behind him, he saw the pillar/door had a knob facing him. Instantly, he seized one of the old chairs and propped it between the doorknob and the floor, preventing anyone else from entering.
Del-Mon quickly ran to the other side of the hall, and found two doors. He went to the one on the right, and heard no one on the other side. Looking around, he brushed his hand against a large clump of dust, and found some ancient door controls. He pressed a few random buttons, but nothing happened.
Calmly, Del-Mon swung his lightsaber at the door, and it sliced into the durasteel easily.
When the gap was just large enough for him to fit through, Del-Mon turned off his lightsaber and stepped out of the room.
He was now in an old stone corridor that looked ready to cave in. It was held up by wooden support posts that appeared to be rotting.
He hurried to get out of the corridor. The old architecture made him very uneasy. The green glow of his lightsaber kept him on his feet, as there were sharp bumps and abrupt yet small drops in the path.
Finally, he wound up at a dead end.
Holding his lightsaber close to his face, Del-Mon leaned forwards and examined the wall. He found it was not a wall at all, but some object outside that was blocking the tunnel exit.
He put his shoulder against it, pushing with all his might, using the Force to help him.
Finally, whatever the heavy object was had moved aside, flooding the room with light. Del-Mon blinked, his eyes reacting to the change of light.
He deactivated his lightsaber, and stepped out of the tunnel, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead.
*****
So what did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, I don't care! I'll read anything! I'm a review freak, I live for reviews!
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
*****
CHAPTER FOUR
"Kill them both."
Captain Sorro's words rang out over the crowd.
Anguish filled Del-Mon. He knew the hopelessness of his situation. There was great chance he would never see his Padawan again.
Two guards grabbed his arms and pulled him away.
Del-Mon couldn't contain the cry, and he called his Padawan's name.
Aro-Ken tried to fight away from his holders, but it was no use. "Master!" he shouted.
The master and apprentice were dragged away from each other.
Del-Mon was forced down a corridor and to an empty metal room. The guards began to load their weapons.
The Jedi's mind was racing. As he leaned his back against the wall, he suddenly felt his lightsaber pressing against his back. Some how it had gotten shifted.
He heard a guard curse as he fumbled with his weapon. It would take them a while to fix it.
Del-Mon slowly parted his Jedi robes, and felt his lightsaber. He brought his wrists as far apart as he could, hoping the lightsaber wasn't too close to his body.
Slowly, taking a last deep breath, he jammed the ignite button, and there was a snap-hiss sound. Del-Mon could feel the heat of the blade as it shot neatly between his wrists, severing the bonds.
The guards looked up, and Del-Mon instantly had his lightsaber in his hands. He charged at the guards, slicing their weapons in half immediately. The scorching, melted metal fell to the ground.
The guards' eyes went wide, and they backed away from him in terror, shrinking against the walls.
"I'm not going to kill you," the Jedi said.
The three guards sighed in relief.
"I will, however, if you fail to cooperate with me," Del-Mon said in a warning tone.
They nodded.
"You're going to take me to where ever my apprentice is, and tell them Captain Sorro changed his mind about killing us. Right?" Del-Mon asked, menacingly holding the lightsaber closer to their throats.
Again the three nodded.
"Good. Let's go," Del-Mon instructed.
Instantly the three guards rose and began to escort Del-Mon from the room and down the hallways once more.
They arrived at the other execution chambers, and Del-Mon instructed the guards to let him in to each one.
Each room proved fruitless. They were all empty, save Del-Mon as he bolted into them.
"If he's not here, then where else would he be?" the Jedi demanded.
"O-On one of th-the corpse transports… To Jadda," stammered one of the guards as Del-Mon held the green blade next to his face.
"Take me to the hangar immediately," he ordered.
The guard he spoke to nodded rigidly, and immediately proceeded to lead the way.
As they arrived at the hangar, the guard opened the door, and Del-Mon entered immediately.
Looking around, he saw a ship, a single transport, hovering in the air, going towards the exit portal.
"No!" shouted Del-Mon. He turned to the guard, lightsaber ready. "Where is that transport-"
Before he could finish his question, a siren began to blare, and red lights flashed. One of the guards had hit the alarm button!
All three of them began to advance on the Jedi.
Del-Mon quickly considered his options, and then turned and ran.
As fast as he could, he got out the hangar door, and used the controls to jam it. From within he heard the three guards angrily pounding on it.
In the hallway, there were flashing red lights too. Del-Mon looked back and forth, deciding his options. He could hear footsteps coming towards him from the left, and nothing to the right. He instantly ran down the right hand corridor.
Del-Mon stopped running when he sensed he was far enough from the search party. He now cautiously crept down the halls, using the Force to try and find a way out.
Suddenly, as he rounded a corner, he found himself faced with a wall.
Del-Mon turned to go back the other way, but there were more people coming.
"There he is! Fire!" a voice rang out.
Instantly, blaster fire and smoke filled the air. Del-Mon whirled about, swinging his lightsaber expertly and deflecting every bolt that he did not evade.
As he spun about, he found himself on the side of the hall opposite the one he had been on before. He suddenly felt his foot sink as he put it down to pivot again. The carved pillar behind him began to swing aside.
Del-Mon looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly darted into the opening that it had produced.
The pillar swung back in place from behind him.
The Jedi found himself in a large banquet hall. Cobwebs were entwining the chairs and the long table. Behind him, he saw the pillar/door had a knob facing him. Instantly, he seized one of the old chairs and propped it between the doorknob and the floor, preventing anyone else from entering.
Del-Mon quickly ran to the other side of the hall, and found two doors. He went to the one on the right, and heard no one on the other side. Looking around, he brushed his hand against a large clump of dust, and found some ancient door controls. He pressed a few random buttons, but nothing happened.
Calmly, Del-Mon swung his lightsaber at the door, and it sliced into the durasteel easily.
When the gap was just large enough for him to fit through, Del-Mon turned off his lightsaber and stepped out of the room.
He was now in an old stone corridor that looked ready to cave in. It was held up by wooden support posts that appeared to be rotting.
He hurried to get out of the corridor. The old architecture made him very uneasy. The green glow of his lightsaber kept him on his feet, as there were sharp bumps and abrupt yet small drops in the path.
Finally, he wound up at a dead end.
Holding his lightsaber close to his face, Del-Mon leaned forwards and examined the wall. He found it was not a wall at all, but some object outside that was blocking the tunnel exit.
He put his shoulder against it, pushing with all his might, using the Force to help him.
Finally, whatever the heavy object was had moved aside, flooding the room with light. Del-Mon blinked, his eyes reacting to the change of light.
He deactivated his lightsaber, and stepped out of the tunnel, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead.
*****
So what did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, I don't care! I'll read anything! I'm a review freak, I live for reviews!