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The Force Exchange.

Chapter 6.

Losses.

Air ripped past Tyve, slamming into his arms and legs, twisting him into some falling mockery of Jedi. The Wind blew past, whistling, screaming as the two plummeted downwards. Tyve looked over to see if Durke had a plan. Although he seemed to, it was not obvious, as he wasn't doing anything, just meditating. Tyve began to freak out. He'd never liked falling, or dropping, any rides and test that required him to do so. It was amazing he wasn't afraid of heights. His throat burned from screaming, which he didn't realize he had been doing. "Calm down," said Durke, still with his legs folded, looking completely at peace. Although Tyve managed to stop his scream, when he opened his eyes, he saw to his horror that they were only feet from the ground.

This was it. There was no way around it. Tyve and Durke were going to die, along with all of the beautiful furniture from the holo room. They were rocketing down, gaining speed with each second, and then there was a bottom. Nothing could help them now. As Tyve gazed down towards his fate he seemed to begin to glow blue, shimmering. Soon this was all he saw. "Hmm," he thought, "That wasn't painful!" Then he slammed into the ground. But with such little force that he bounced right up onto his feet. As he looked around, he realized they had hit the bottom. Without becoming stains on the ground.

"The blue light was an anti-grav field," said Durke, glancing around, sharply looking at the walls. "It was made to catch us."

Tyve was breathing heavily, sweating. As he fell onto his knees the blue light erupted around him, catching him, and gently gliding him to the floor. Using Jedi techniques Tyve managed to calm himself, and return breathing, but he was still rattled.

Suddenly laughter echoed throughout the cavernous chamber. "Good work Jedi. I didn't think you'd have the power to do that!"

Tyve looked in wonder at Durke. Had he really used to force to stop them? If Durke had truly caught them, along with the chairs, he was very powerful. Much more so than Tyve had thought.

Tyve turned to ask Durke, but the voice returned. "I don't think you'll have the power to stop this though." A loud click sounded, and huge door, hidden in the wall began to slowly open. Tyve had seen a Rancor before. Then he had thought it to be the biggest, most terrifying thing that would ever walk. Moments later he had seen it eaten by a Krayt Dragon, imported from Tatooine for an illegal fight, and he had moved the Rancor to second. Now it became third. Although it was not gigantic, it exuded a raw terror that seemed to break Tyve's heart under its pressure.

It was a Tzane Fire Dragon. It was actually a distant relative of the feared Krayt, though it was much more fearsome. Its sinewy legs, protected by scales of a milky white, almost seemed to be honed for some kind of fighting, not just a wild gnashing of jaws. Not that it couldn't do that. Its fangs were certainly longer than Tyve's arm, it's flailing tail covered in barbs, which Tyve could only hope were not covered in horrible toxins. Its eyes gleamed a solid red, seeming to burn through whatever it looked at. The worst part though, was that there were four of them.

"Master!" yelled Tyve. Durke instantly understood. Tyve had just become Durke's padawan, and they hadn't made a lightsaber for him yet. The training saber at his belt would guard the attacks, but it wouldn't do for striking back. Durke threw Tyve a small holdout blaster he kept in his boot, for emergencies. It wasn't much more powerful than the training saber, but with it Tyve might be able to get a lucky shot.

The giant dragons stumbled forward, roaring their deafening cry. Once they had all gotten through the door way they split up, one coming after Tyve and two after Durke, the fourth spreading it's wings and taking off. Suddenly the one following Tyve lunged forward, trying to get an easy bite. He was disappointed. Tyve jumped forward, twisting in midair so that he was facing the dragon's head when he landed on it. He flipped the small blaster out and shot it in its eyes. Or he tried to, because as soon as he aimed, the flying dragon slammed into his side, knocking him off and sending him soaring across the room. He was worried about breaking an arm, but the blue field appeared around him, catching him.

Durke was not faring better. Though the saber was more potent, there seemed to be no difference, as the scales of the dragons seemed to be impenetrable. He was surrounded, one in front, one in back, blocking the claws and tails thrown at him at blinding speed, yet he couldn't throw any hits of his own. Suddenly he had his chance. The dragon behind him sent it's tail straight at him like a spear. Durke waited until the last second to twist away, using the force to make the spear continue. The spiked tail drove through the arm of the other dragon, tearing off a large chunk, spraying a red blood all over the tail and the floor. The blood began to smoke, and to melt through.

Tyve picked himself up. The one flying around swooped down at him, screaming its inhuman call. Tyve rolled out of the way, watching it turn around in the air, to come back towards him.

"Tyve, use them against each other!"

Tyve heard Durke, just as he was dodging a second sweep. As soon as he got up he looked around. The dragon, which he had been on, seemed to be knocked unconscious, though it was breathing. Tyve jumped up and set off running to the unconscious dragon. The flying one was homing in on Tyve, barring its fangs, teeth glistening. As Tyve came near the carcass it raised its tail, sweeping the legs out from under him. The flying dragon was approaching at an incredible speed, with Tyve completely helpless.

It was seconds away. Tyve gathered his remaining strength, leaping up at the last instant. The flying dragon slammed into the not so unconscious dragon at top speed, ripping its stomach open and spraying both of them with the highly acidic blood. Tyve stumbled away as they writhed, slowly melting, screaming in the sheer agony of their deaths.

Tyve limped over to Durke, who seemed to be glaring at the wall, though Tyve knew he was using the force to try to find an escape.

"It's no use. The walls are just too thick." He said at last.

"Of course," boomed the speakers, "I'm holding Jedi! There's no way I wouldn't have twenty foot thick durasteel."

"We won't be trapped in here for long." Before Tyve realized it he had shouted this out. Durke put his hand on Tyve's shoulder, and when Tyve looked up at him he shook his head.

"Oh! Have an escape plan? We'll have to deal with that."

After the speaker spoke there was a ear shattering crash as the gate the dragons had come through, and one directly on the opposite side opened, actually falling out and crashing onto the floor. From inside the gates robotic spider droids came marching out. They were short, with four legs supporting a large domed head. On the head were large bulbous eyes, and between them was a long spike sticking out which, although it looked like a nose, was in reality the barrel of a high-powered laser rifle.

The droids came marching out of the destroyed entryway, fanning out around the two Jedi to surround them.

"We can't get through them!" said Tyve, looking around desperately for any possible escape route, but the only ways in or out were the doors behind the droids. All of a sudden Tyve felt himself floating. At first he thought the anti gravity device in the floor had kicked in, but he soon floated far above the droids, directly towards the door. When he twisted around in midair, with quite some difficulty, he understood. Durke stood, arm outstretched, using the force to float Tyve out over the droids and through the door. If Tyve got over the door he knew Durke would draw the droids off so that Tyve could escape. Heroic though it was, it was certain death. There was no way the Durke could possibly defend himself from the droids.

"No!" yelled out Tyve, pushing against Durke with the force, but to no use, as Durke was too powerful. CLINK. Something dropped onto the floor. There was an explosion from directly the center of the room, where Durke was. Suddenly Tyve was flung threw the open doorway, his sensed battered by a sense of absolute nothing. The link that he and Durke had formed in their few weeks was gone. There seemed to be a black hole in Tyve's world, exactly where Durke had been, swirling, twisting, drawing Tyve away from his thoughts, sucking Tyve into it.

"No!"

This cry came, not only from Tyve's mouth, but from his mind in an utter shockwave of force, ripping through the solid wall behind Tyve, sending him tumbling through into a brightly lit hallway. His means of escape was clear.

But it didn't matter.

Durke was gone.