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The Force Exchange.
Chapter 3.
Escape.
The Alarm blared, out of control, guards ran around, trying to find the intruder. Tyve Crawled through the duct, hoping he was going the same way he had come from, cursing himself for being so stupid. Of course they'd come after him. Why had he been surprised? They'd come after Ki-Adi Mundi. They'd come after Durke. They'd come after anyone who was looking into them, of course they'd come after him. Tyve continued to blindly race through the black duct, trying to use the force not to slam into a wall, knocking himself out. Suddenly a grate opened in front of him. A large blaster was stuck up through the hole, and started firing, though in the opposite direction. The blaster began to rotate, turning so that it could shoot Tyve. He knew he couldn't get past it. Tyve slipped his hands into his thick Jedi robes, pulling out a lightsaber, actually the saber of his master.
The four guards, two humans, a twi'lek, and a trandoshan, who was wearing captain's garb, jumped back surprised as crackling filled the room. Sparks flew from the Duct, showering the guards with stinging light. As surprised as the guards were, they soon overcame their fear, only to have a raging Jedi to drop from the duct, saber blazing green light. As untrained in the force as Tyve was, he had grown up on a planet far away on the outer rim that encouraged martial combat, usually without weapons, but commonly swords were put into play. And Tyve had never lost, and just like his opponents back home, the guards never stood a chance. Tyve immediately launching into a frenzied series of kicks, connecting with the head of one of the guards, the twi'lek. The twi'lek flew across the room, striking the wall with a startling crack. His lekku immediately began to twitch in a furious rage, suddenly stopping as suddenly as they had began. The two humans lowered their blasters at Tyve, but before they fired he had rolled under them, thrusting upwards with his saber, cutting the blaster of one, and the arm on the other. As Tyve jumped up, behind the humans, he kicked backwards, hitting the one-armed man in the back. The man bellowed in pain as he fell over, blacking out before he hit the ground. The other man didn't worry. He reached down to his belt, for the vibroblade he kept. It wasn't there. Neither was his spare blaster. In a complete panic he realized they had just floated away, towards the Jedi. He leaped up for the sword, colliding with the energy of the saber. The sizzling of his burning flesh was the last thing he could think of, as he was neatly cleaved in two.
The Trandoshan suddenly found himself alone.
"Crach'itah Mel'nosh Yedi! Dresgh mishoon."
It screamed these words into the comlink, tossing it away. He then turned to the Jedi, and the gleaming saber. The trandoshan barred his claws at the boy, which he kept as long and sharp as possible, snarling at the boy with his rows of razor sharp teeth, made solely for ripping through flesh. But he, as well, never stood a chance. As sharp as his claws and fangs were, and as honed as his fighting was, he was no match at all for the Jedi. A green light flashed from the lightsaber, stabbing into the trandoshan's mouth, straight up into his brain. All the trandoshan could do was feel pain and scream. Or at least try to. Even though the no sound came from the alien, Tyve could tell the trandoshan was screaming in absolute pain as his life was overcome with blinding light. All of a sudden the alien dropped, still silent, but he lay there, motionless. Dead.
Tyve turned to run, when a realization hit him square in he face. The dark side. The only thing he felt killing them was anger. Anger at them for killing his master. Anger at them for wanting to kill him. Anger. Just because. Tyve stopped, trying to clear his head with these kinds of thoughts. "If the dark side helps me escape, I'll take it" he said, truly only to comfort himself"But then I'll have master Yoda help me clear my thoughts of such evils." He then turned, and walked out of the small room, right into a large hall. Tyve peered out, first to the left. "Good, there's no one" he said. Simultaneously a blaster bolt smashed into the wall next to him, blowing rubble across the room. "Guess not." He brought the saber up to block the lasers, but as soon as he did he realized his mistake. To blow out a large chunk of the wall, they'd have to use a large portable gun. As the first bolt splashed off his saber, the force of the blast knocked him back onto the ground, nearly decapitating himself with his own saber. Tyve took the only option open to him. He turned, and ran. Lasers slammed into the walls and ground near him. The hallways just didn't end. Tyve kept running, though he was quickly tiring, and the blasts continued missing, though they were becoming closer.
Suddenly something hit Tyve. It knocked into his arm, slamming him into the ground with enough force to break one of his ribs. With the wind knocked out of him, and the immense pain in his chest, it was all Tyve could do to stand up. He needed an escape, and he needed it now. He looked around, realizing the hopelessness of his situation. It was actually luck that he had been shot, or he would have run straight into the guards coming towards him from the other side of the hallway. He suddenly saw a way out. A small glass window in the roof, there to let in what sun a building this deep in coruscant's metal canyons would get. He moved over under to the window, but a voice called out"Halt." Tyve turned to see, in his horror, the man in a black cloak, with the awful sith weapon. "Heh, You've saved me the trouble of hunting you down, boy"
"Shut up" Said Tyve"I'll not listen to you, murderer."
Then something terrifying happened. The man withdrew his cloak, letting Tyve, and the guards that had just caught up with them, see his disfigured face, or the mask around part of it. The mask only covered the right half of his face. It seemed to be figured off of a skull of some kind, but it had a strange marking on it, the color of blood. It was a line that went through where an eyehole would be, tough there was none, splitting up into jagged blades that stuck down from the main body of the mask.
But the true horror was the left side of his face. It seemed this man he been in a horrible fire of some kind, though Tyve wasn't sure if a fire would be powerful enough for this. The entire side of his face was deeply sunken in, and scarred, parts were scarred enough so that there was no flesh at all, and dull grey, scratched up bone was visible. The man's, or perhaps the thing's by this point, eye was just a large pulsing, gooey lump. Tyve had no idea how this thing could see, but he really didn't care, for the man drew the large blade from its scabbard on his belt, and waved it towards Kav.
"Now" yelled the man in a voice which seemed to be both searing with power, and completely soulless"Feel the extreme power of Regimort, God of the Sith"
Tyve watched in horror as the blade erupted in black flames, as it came crashing down at him. Now was the time for escape. Tyve rolled to the side, jumping up, out from under the blade, kicking a guard standing next the powerful scarred man in the chest. Tyve used this the catapult him over the masked man. He summoned all the force he could in his weakened state, and when he landed on the man's shoulders, he jumped up as high as he could. This did its job perfectly, both crumpling the man to the ground under the sheer power of the jump, and crashing up straight through the window in the roof. Unfortunately he went too high, coming down on the roof, quite hard even though he rolled away to soften the blow. Something in his shoulder snapped on impact, and it became aflame with pain, but Tyve had other, much, much greater problems. In his roll he had rolled off the main section of the roof, onto a much steeper incline. The force of his roll threw him straight down this, pitching him out into the abyss that was coruscant. He fell, ever gaining speed, unable to do anything with a broken rib and a useless arm.