Chapter 9
Oom's Discovery
Oom walked out of the ship and on to the metal path near the beam projector. Somehow the area was pressurized, and walked up to it. There were two troopers waiting there, taking a break. They both took out their helmets and began to smoke.
"Smoking kills!" Oom yelled. He sliced off both of their heads. "And so do I." He searched their bodies for equipment, and found a card key. He wandered near the giant projector, and found a secret door. It was blocked by a bunch of boxes. Only a corner of the door was viewable, the rest was concealed. One box had primus stored in it. Oom took a few steps back and shot it with his blaster rifle. The area heated up to about 110 degrees Fahrenheit and the boxes evaporated. Oom thought damn, if I were any closer, I probably would be a pile of ashes.
Oom walked to the door and slid the card key and the door opened. He stepped through the doorway. The area was spherical, with a cylindrical hole that fell to another area. To his left was a path that led to a control center that was just about 10 feet below the core. The control panel had a hole in the center that probably was large enough for the core to fit through. A human manned it. To his right was a service elevator that slid down, and then fell down to the area below the core.
Oom took out his saber, and destroyed the projector droid. He knew what it looked like, so it was easy for him to find it. The man at the controls looked up at him. The man who was at the controls drew a Lightsaber and jumped for the elevator on Oom's right. Oom jumped to intercept him, and inadvertley activated the elevator, it slid in a circular motion around the room, slowly losing height. As it descended, all that they did was trade blows. Then it reached the hole. There was a loud click and the platform began to descend.
Oom fought with a slow, but strong style. His opponent, who was quite experienced with his Lightsaber, was a quick fighter, giving Oom a heavy disadvantage. They traded blows, but Oom got lucky with his patented move. He spun, ducked and jumped up. It knocked the Lightsaber out of his opponents hand, and knocked his hand, and part of his arm off.
"Well, you certainly can use a saber well." He said, while clutching his severed hand. "I see, that you know that you have a technique that is unmatched by my skills."
Oom held his saber close to the Jedi's neck. "You will be silent, or I will silence you permanently."
"Why? The limb that I just lost was all I had." His other hand and part of his arm was gloved. He slowly removed the glove, revealing the mechanical hand. "Master Eur would have enjoyed it if you worked for him."
A wave of memories crashed over Oom. He saw himself hunt down all sorts of innocents. He saw himself stealing the projector droid. He saw him orphan children, heck kill children.
Oom fell down and clutched his face, sobbing. "Um, are you okay?"
Oom didn't even look up. "I did. I did all his dirty work."
The Jedi looked up. "Well, my time has come. Please, give Eur what" he coughed up blood. "Give him-" he coughed again, his voice was fading. "What he" his voice was a whisper. "deserves." he finished the sentence, and passed on. Oom leaned over, and closed his eyes. He said a home planet prayer to his god for the enemy Jedi's forgiveness, and that he not be banished to El-egor. Or hell.
Oom took out a fire starter and lit the Jedi on fire. It was the proper burial for a Jedi, to die by fire as to not leave a corpse. Oom let him burn in peace. He leaned on a box, and wept. He wept for his people. He wept for the Jedi, because he thought that in those last moments of his life, they had a short friendship. And he wept, for people.
The elevator came to a halt, and he found himself in an assembly area. A hovering droid came and picked up a pile of boxes and left. Oom got up and looked around to see what was being assembled.