"I have to say, I'm SO impressed with how far you've come." Luke cheerily told Rose Tico as he bowed a bit at her. He and Rose were currently standing at a waterfall, for the very top of the roaring "beast" of water was a distinct swell of natural Force. The living force flowed as freely around them as the water did into the gigantic, deep lake below, Rose slightly jiggling her leg as she sat on a rock, Luke pacing back and forth in front of her.
"I have to say, your mastery of lightsaber combat really is wonderful, Rose. You're already so far along in the ways of a jedi knight. Because of that…I'm giving you this." He held up a slightly faded rebel jacket. "My sister, Leia, said I could give you this. It's the jacket SHE wore when she was fighting on the front lines on Endor." He said. "It has a lot of sentimental and symbolic value to us. Endor was our greatest triumph, where we finally ended the horror of the Empire and all it wrought for good."
Rose looked it over, holding it in her hands. It felt weighted and warm as she slid it over the slim white shirt she had on.
"Consider it a symbol of you graduation and skill. I've given special, sentimental gifts to ALL of my students who complete Jedi knight training as quickly and as well as you did. You've earned it." Luke warmly intoned. "Do you like it?" He asked.
"It's…very warm and nice." She confessed. "I like all the pockets it has inside, that's helpful."
"You're almost fully ready to join me on missions. There's just one thing you need to work on." Luke admitted as he gestured at her. "I sense a lot of…resentment in you. I thought, the more time we spent together and the more we trained, you'd open up about it, but it's been quite a while, and you never came close to volunteering it, so…I wanted to ask you directly. Is everything alright? Is there something you want to ask of me? Something more you'd like FROM me?" He wanted to know. "You do know you could just ask if you feel you're missing something from our lessons."
"I do have a question, Master Skywalker. Do you remember an anacondan alien by the name of R'ohrs Tey'koh?" She inquired, as her body began to shake. All of the lingering anger and rage she'd been trying to keep inside her was bubbling up.
"Rose…?" Luke asked quietly, his eyebrows raising up slightly.
"He was the strongest of the Anacondan army that was stationed where you found me. He was my father. And now…today, I have my revenge on you for killing him!" She roared out, drawing her lightsaber, and diving at Luke, swinging it!
"Rose, wait, let me explain!" Luke tried to say, blocking her strikes. The harsh sizzling hiss of saber echoed through the air, drowned out quickly as the waterfall continued to pour down into the deep lake below. Rose swung her lightsaber again, as if it was a hammer, and Luke was the nail she was trying to pound down into the ground. The faint sharp hissing strikes of lightsaber hitting lightsaber rang out every couple of seconds, splitting the droning drum of constant waterfall cascading in two over and over!
Luke continued to inch around, avoiding striking back at Rose in return as her face as alit with a furious rage. Her eyes were narrowed, her usually-ruddy cheeks becoming redder still as her pleasant face became filled with hatred. She was practically spitting bile as she kept launching herself at Luke, trying to knock him into the water! But then Luke decided to get a LITTLE serious, in the hopes that he could disarm her. He tried to swing at her saber, to cut it off at the top, hoping to destroy her weapon!
The good news was it worked, he managed to slice off the top of the hilt, and her saber crackled and sparkled and the blade of light vanished, but Rose, caught by surprise, reeled back, and in doing so, she fell down into the water, into the strong current, and before Luke could catch her, THWOOSH! She'd fallen right off the waterfall!
"Oh no. Oh, good heavens, no! NO!" Luke cried out. "ROSE?! ROSE!" He screamed out, trying to make his voice heard over the roaring of the waterfall as he reached out with the force, concentrating hard, extending a hand. But…try as he might, he couldn't FEEL her force presence. The living Force around them was interfering, it was practically choking him. It was like trying to listen for a specific voice among a crowd, and as good as Luke was, he wasn't THAT good. Worse still, Rose's presence was fading away as the oxygen began to leave her lungs, she was tossed and jostled about in the water, bruises manifesting all over her frame as the current battered her! She was swept down, down, down the river, far away from Luke, out of his reach.
But…
NOT out of reach from the being that had been down the river, and on his way to do a bit of spying upon her and Luke. The being had eyes that never stayed the same color, always shifting, wearing a hooded, cloaked, armored frame that looked as heavy as the thick, clawed gauntlets he wore. Yet he plucked Rose out of the water with astounding gentleness as he looked down at her, examining her closely. Upon his black was a distinct symbol, an enormous vibro-axe with a protective, decorative and very fancy wooden covering around the middle.
"…well what have we HERE?" He inquired.
"…who…who are you?" Rose moaned out, finally managing to cough out a question, feeling oxygen flowing back into her lungs as the world stopped spinning all around her.
"You may call me…the Axe of the Sith." The Axe intoned. "You and I have much to discuss. What's your name?"
"…Rose Tico, sir."
"Well, Rose. Why don't we have a talk about Luke Skywalker?"
"That was how I met my new master. The Axe taught me everything I'd need to win, helping me bring out my TRUE power!" Rose proclaimed. L'ezz, Finn, Poe and Omarosa were currently locked up, stuck inside of Rose Tico's little dungeon she'd made. She knew that, very likely, that Darth Mendax would be back to save Omarosa, and she was also counting on the Dyad trying to get back their precious apprentices. So she'd sent out a message to the Dyad, informing them that SHE had the two now, and if they wanted them back alive and in one piece, they'd come…and quick.
Meanwhile, Zack was currently having HK-47 patch him up. They'd abandoned the ship for obvious reasons, knowing that Rose would undoubtedly come back to inspect it…and they were right. Once she'd sent out the message to the Dyad, her and her little goons had practically stripped the ship apart. Luckily, they'd not found the two, who had already taken off with some medical supplies and the like so Zack could be healed up…and plan a way to rescue his friends.
"Observation: you are not holding still."
"I know, I know. Doctors and nurses make the worst patients…" Zack confessed as HK-47 applied the bacta to the last spot NOT tended to as he sighed a bit, hanging his head. What stung worse than any injury was the plain and simple fact that he had failed. Totally and utterly failed to beat Rose Tico. He'd lost fair and square, and now…he had a sinking feeling he'd have to unleash his inner Sith to win. HK-47 had collected a nice variety of weapons for Zack to look over and he laid them out on a patch of grass as Zack rubbed over his side, letting the bacta softly tingle against his wounds.
He'd fallen clean all the way through the air, through a tree or two, then collided, at last, with a river…a river that, of all things, led to a waterfall. The very waterfall that Rose had fought Luke at! He'd barely managed to get out of the current in time, desperately lashing out with the Force, using it to tug a downed tree towards him and clinging to it for dear life as he slowly lifted himself out of the river and onto safety on the shore. He'd found HK-47 shortly after and now as he stared at the collection of weapons, he wasn't sure what to use.
Because…in all honesty he didn't want to fight Rose. Rose sounded like she had good reason to hate Luke. Luke had, evidently, actually killed her dad. There'd been nobody else there, fighting the Anacondans, after all. Her dad clearly hadn't just tripped and fallen and broken his neck. He'd been cleaved in two by a saber! It hadn't been an accident. And it wasn't like he'd been stealing antiquities from a Jedi grave like Omarosa's mom, and had picked a fight. He'd just been following orders from the Dyad. He was just on the wrong side…
And yet…there was a part inside of him, a perhaps naïve sliver, that kept saying "Luke would never just kill somebody. He'd always give them a chance. There HAS to be more."
"Information: The flamethrower would be an excellent weapon. It is a highly effective tool against Jedi and Sith alike. They never see it coming." HK-47 commented.
"…I need to go back to that waterfall." Zack remarked. "I could feel the living Force flowing there, and every time before we've tapped into it, we've been able to see through the Force, to know the past. If there's even the tiniest chance I could use it to see back in time, see what Luke did…maybe I can prove he's not the killer Rose thinks he is."
"Observation: I could call such an idea foolish, but given how the Force seems to be useful in peering into the past, and you've done it before, the idea is not the most stupid thing I've heard you say." HK-47 admitted. "Further analysis: There is one issue. It may, perhaps, be possible to use the living force to look back into the past, but when you did it before with my mistress Omarosa, she was present, and you could use her, in essence, as a tether to a specific point in time that you wanted to observe. Rose is not going to be there. Luke is not going to be there. Her father will not be there. Conclusion: This is a shot in the dark. A desperate hope that the Force may show you something you want. A leap of fath."
"…you're right." Zack admitted as he looked up at the sky and the darkening clouds rolling in. "…but perhaps it doesn't HAVE to be. Could you…take a message?" He asked of HK-47 with a grin coming across his face as he looked back up at the sky. The beginnings of a plan were forming. "Also, I'm going to need some VERY special metal…"
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…Rose couldn't believe the gall of him. Not only had The Eye of the Sith shown up, the robotic, cycloptic being with a powerful, steely body inspecting him from top to bottom but…so had the Body of the Sith, their youngest-looking and most irritating member. The Body was a super smug-looking little shit who had short cut hair, the human having a usually big, shit-eating grin on his face, wearing his usual nice, fancy necklace that indicated his allegiance to Darth Plagueis the Wise bouncing on his chest as he made his way down the hall towards her and those big, rather empty eyes with little pupils. He looked positively cartoony, it was almost ludicrous, but what astounded Rose was that HE got to be the Body.
Him?! Really? She didn't get why their master had chosen him. She was all for the idea that children were the future of the Sith, fine by her. The next generation and what they learned would be invaluable but…him?! THIS child? This selfish, irritating, and frankly SEXIST pig?
"Now come on, slap me some skin!" He said as he held up a hand.
"No way. You smell like you haven't bothered to take a bath lately." Rose grunted. She REALLY didn't want them to be seeing her here, in the prisoner wing. She could feel the judging stares of the others on her, more fierce and piercing than even the Eye of the Sith's. "What do you want?"
"I heard you're more into taco than sausage. That true?" He asked.
"…yes, so…?" Rose wanted to know.
"IIIII'VE fully developed the perfect charm technique. Literally!" The Body bragged as he jabbed his thumb at himself. It was a good thing he was there!...as a DISTRACTION. He and the Skull of the Sith had had a nice little talk and had decided to have some…insurance…ready in case Rose failed. "And that Omarosa, WHOOOOOO." The Body winked knowingly at Rose.
Rose twitched a bit. "…yeah, she's…she's fine, she…she looks alright." She confessed.
"You should let me help you. I'm good enough to turn a lesbian hetero. My "lightsaber" even got sued for copyright infringement because it's strong enough for a man, but made for a woman." The Body bragged proudly as he smacked his fist on his chest. He was really enjoying the clearly uncomfortable "what the flying f—k are you on about" look on her face that Rose was beginning to develop.
"…wanna say that AGAIN?" Rose quietly, dangerously asked. The Eye had no mouth, but if it had, it would have tsk-tsked as it stepped back and to the side as the Body winked at Rose.
"Come onnn, let me help you. I've got a foolproof Force Manipulation technique that I've managed to make practically permanent. See, how about I teach you the ways of the…how you say…the ROMANCE?" He asked in a lousy fake foreign accent. "I'll help you get in her pants no problem if you ask nicely."
Rose decided she'd heard enough and THWA-THWAM! She stomped right on his foot. He howled, clutching it, bouncing up and down as he cringed and wailed and whined. "You filthy, disgusting little pig! You're MORE of a pig than the literal fucking pig in my prison cell right now! Get out of my sight or so help me, I'll rip your foreskin off with a pair of tweezers and frame it on my wall as a trophy!" She snarled as The Body cringed, and hopped off, grumbling furiously under his breath.
"How DARE she…how DARE she!" He growled. "I'm gonna make that bitch regret that. She can't pick on me just cuz I'm a little kid!" He whined to the Eye. "EVERYONE underestimates me just cuz I'm young. I'll show them. I'll show them all! When I get a bit taller and stronger, THEN she'll HAVE to take me seriously!"
"I sincerely doubt that. Rose Tico only respects success. You're the least accomplished of all of us because of your age." The Eye intoned. "You will have to, as you organics say, "Step up your game"…"
Rose stomped off, fuming, heading for the front gate of her base, deciding to get some fresh air, when she saw HK-47 emerging from the bushes. Her guards already had their blasters drawn, but HK-47 was wielding a white flag made up of a blanket. "Announcement: I come bearing a message from Darth Mendax. A challenge to a duel."
"…oh really? Where does he want it?" Rose asked as she cracked her knuckles. "I'm in a super foul mood right now and I REEEEAAALLY wanna take it out on somebody!"
"Statement: Come meet me at the waterfall, where the Force flows as freely as the water."
Rose immediately flinched. Her face blanched slightly, the memories of that day swelling up for a brief moment before she forced them back down, and then nodded curtly.
"Fine. Go. Tell him. I'll be there in an hour…"
Indeed. It didn't take her long before she and Darth Mendax were there. Zack had put his disguise back on and he held his lightsaber up while wearing…
Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING on him but a simple robe to cover his lower body. His surprisingly-well-built upper frame was there, his empty eye sockets staring out at her. HK-47 kept back, keeping Zack's things behind him in the medical supplies box they'd emptied out as Rose cringed a bit. It was incredibly creepy, seeing this Logosian without eyes looking at her all the same. Those empty, deep, reddish/brown sockets were haunting to gaze at and so she kept her head slightly lowered, looking at his chest instead.
"Well. This is unusual. You're gonna try to fight me like that?" She asked, decked out in her majestic armor, swinging her sword about. Zack waited, calmly holding up his lightsaber, taking in slow, steady breaths before he closed his eyelids over those empty sockets.
"Like a river over stone…" He murmured. "I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me." Zack murmured.
"I hate that fortune cookie SHIT." Rose grumbled. "Lemme guess what you're gonna say. "There is no death, there is the Force"? Then where is my father?!"
"No. Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force." Zack spoke softly. "…go on. Strike at me with all your hate."
Rose decided to do just that. She leapt at him, swinging her fancy ebony metal sword, swinging it right at Zack! Zack braced himself, blocking her strike as a loud, echoing hiss rang through the air, piercing briefly the steady drum of the waterfall pouring down, down, down into the lake below. Rose began to swing at him as he continued to block her strikes, but she noticed that he was…clearly barely putting any effort into it. His face seemed screwed up in concentration, she had SEEN him move much more quickly before when they were fighting, why was he being so slow now?!
"Are you holding back out of PITY?!" She snarled angrily, a furious look coming to her face. She couldn't believe the audacity of this "Darth Mendax". She began to strike more harder, as if she was wielding an axe, not a sword, and wanted to cut him up into bloody chunks! THWAM-THWAM-THWAM, down it came again and again, and Zack kept blocking, cringing, building up all the strength he had in him for his plan. It was a long shot, but as the pouring rain began to cascade down and the crack of thunder rang through the air, he felt a renewed sense of confidence rise. He could do this, if he was just…careful.
KRAKA-KAA-KOOOM! The thunder made it clear the harshest parts of the storm grew ever closer and closer! Rose kept slashing and slicing away at him as he felt the pitter-patter of the rain on him. It was obvious to "see" in front of him now, she wasn't even remotely hiding her Force presence and the rain prickling onto every part of her armor spelled out where she was as easily as if he was seeing with his actual eyes. Then the moment came. She decided to swing horizontally in a big, huge, SWOOOSH!
He ducked, and then tugged something out of the robe, and slammed it onto her chest armor. She stupidly stared down, briefly stepping back before looking angrily up at him, but before she could speak…that's when he did it. He summoned all the Force power he'd been holding onto and forcibly launched her into the sky with his force powers, holding her up in the air, one hand slightly clenching its fingers, cringing harshly as she snarled, trying to manifest her own force abilities to break free.
However, the damage was done. He'd smacked a HIGHLY conductive piece of metal onto her that had attached to her chest, a little party favor from one of Omarosa's bag of Sith Tricks, and a very useful technique to direct Sith lightning at. Or…well…regular lightning.
And THAT was exactly what happened. The lightning struck Rose Tico with the auditory roar of a lion in the sky as her shriek was cut off. The distinct hiss of burning armor and flesh filled the air as she flopped down, out of the sky, Zack using his powers again to get her to land on the side of the river, to ensure she didn't drown, as he wiped his brow, and made his way over to her, HK-47 joining him, giving him back his eyeballs.
HK-47 began to remove the singed, ruined armor along with Zack, and sure enough, Rose had been burned horribly. Third degree burns were everywhere, save, thankfully, her upper chest and most of her face. She'd lucked out, in a sense. It was bad…but she wasn't dead yet, and Zack was not giving up on her as he began to administer the heavy duty medical topic they'd kept. The strongest bacta possible was now being poured over her wounds, her voice croaky and filled with pain that was barely suppressed.
"Now you try to save me?" She managed to mutter out.
"Good. You're conscious." He said as he gently took her cheek. "I want you to open up your mind to me. And your mind to the Force. I want you to think about that day as hard as you can as the Living Force flows through us like a breath of fresh air." Zack reasoned as he reached up…and took off the blindfold he had on, showing his normal eyes.
Rose gasped. This moment of pure shock, the sheer…BLUENESS of his eyes stunned her, her mouth agape, a strange, odd coolness flowing through her, and in that instant…the Force showed them exactly what they needed.
There he was. Luke Skywalker had faced down all of the other Anacondans and he held his lightsaber up, with only R'ohrs left. "G-Go on, human!" He said, his body shaking nervously. His weapon had been cut in half, none of his comrades had lasted more than a minute. He was dead meat, and he knew it. "I won't accept your mercy! I have my pride! I have my dignity!"
"You have to LISTEN." Luke said. "I wouldn't kill you even if you kept insisting." He remarked as he put his lightsaber away, R'ohrs staring stupidly at him. "I gave you the same fair chance to leave I gave the others, but I'm also letting you walk away…because of THAT." And with that, he pointed right at the necklace on R'ohrs's neck.
"…wh-what?" R'ohrs gaped. "Wait, y-you mean…"
"I can tell that wasn't made by an adult, it's obviously a child's handiwork. What's their name? I've a feeling you have a baby girl? I don't know many boys who like making jewelry for their parents, they make stuff lik cups and bowls or little statues."
"Rose." The anaconda found himself saying. "I adopted her when we first came here, her real parents abandoned her…at least, I think so. We never found out…" He admitted as he looked nervously to the side.
"When I saw you clearly had a kid, I just can't think of fighting you any more."
"…OHHHH." R'ohrs groaned. "Darn it, darn it, darn it! Defeated in battle AND spirit. How humiliating…" He muttered as he shook his head back and forth. "…still, I…I don't know if I can just let you go fight my mistress."
"Look. I'M not gonna tell her you ran off with your kid. Go find Rose. If you wanna wait until you're sure Darth Furiosa's beaten before you get her, just stay hidden out of sight, then I'll come back and let you know its safe to take off. In fact, you could even come with me if you wanted." Luke offered warmly, extending a hand before he retracted it. "Oh, wait, do…snake aliens SHAKE hands?" He nervously asked as a blush came to his face.
Rose, meanwhile, watching all this unfold was…stunned. Zack looked at Luke's blushing face and chuckled a bit. "Wow, kind of a bit of a dork, huh?"
"He…DIDN'T kill him?! Well…well then who…?" Rose began to ask as Luke took off, going to fight Darth Furiosa. And, sure enough, her father stayed hidden, waiting for the sound of Furiosa's loss. But after hearing her cry, believing she was finished, he slithered out from hiding, glancing around…
"Okay. Just gotta find Rose and get out of here…" He muttered, making towards the exit when…
"YOU!"
It was SHE. He turned pale, turning around, a VERY badly wounded, snarl-faced, angry Darth Furiosa gazing at him.
"You were going to take off?!" She hissed out. "The nerve of you! The audacity! The…the…" Her eyes went wide as he felt something prickling at the back of his mind, and her face turned colder than before. "…you were talking with Skywalker." She hissed out. "…so. You chose to betray me…" She growled as she began to hobble towards him a bit, drawing her saber, the foul SSSSZZZZ of the lightsaber rising up as she advanced on him! One hand held out, freezing him in the air! He tried to squirm and thrash to get free, his eyes going wider, wider, Darth Furiosa advancing, the saber held high-
"DON'T LOOK!" Zack immediately pulled her to the side, forcing her head away just in time, covering her ears, almost completely GLOMHFING her head with his arms to do so. In an instant, the scene was gone…and they were in the present, as Rose laid in his arms. Gently, Zack let go, and Rose covered her face with both hands, taking in harsh, deep, erratic breaths.
Zack just gently stroked her back, massaging it a bit. He said nothing. What could he say? The words would be the hurt. His gentle stroking was the best comfort he could give, as if she was a baby in need of rocking. But despite all this, Zack thought he felt something…was off. Was it him or…did the ground just…faintly shake a little? And…
Was it also him or…did it seem…to get very humid all of a sudden?
Then Rose spoke. "…let's…go get your friends. Then I need to be alone for a while."
"I don't think I can let you do that." Zack said quickly. "No offense, but…you KINDA sound like you're gonna hurt yourself if I just let you go." He admitted. "I can't just leave you on your own. You could use a friend right now."
"I don't HAVE any friends." Rose whispered as she wiped the tears on her arm, Zack patting her shoulder, letting the warmth of his hand rest on it.
"You can start with me. How about I tell you my real name?" Zack asked gently, before a voice rang out.
"Heh…heh-heh-heh…I can't BELIEVE it. You went as soft as a baby in her mother's arms on us! I'm so disappointed! I mean, granted, you always had adorable cheeks but STILL! This is so pathetic! I really thought you'd do way better!"
The voice had a distinct, ethereal, yet rough quality to it, as if somebody was trying to speak through a wall of fire. The two looked up in surprise, the distinct form of an armored humanoid emerging from the jungle as HK-47 held up two power rifles, aiming it at the being.
"Announcement! State your name!"
"I am the Skull of the Sith!" The Skull proclaimed. Indeed, it wasn't hard to see why. His entire head was just a big, burning, fiery skull, the skull blazing a creepy color of unnatural blackish/purple as the embers flickered and coalesced about him.
"Observation: You are about to be a CORPSE of the Sith." HK-47 commented dryly as he held his weapons up, as the Skull nonchalantly held up a single fist…and then flicked the bird right at HK-47.
SCHAA-THWOOSH! Before the robot knew what was happening, a slicing blow of burning, intense, laser-like fire shot out and sliced right through HK-47! He was cut in half, looking at his separated body parts as the Skull chuckled evilly and laughed at Zack and Rose.
"I'm gonna separate your skull from its shoulders! I could not believe YOU got chosen to fight this guy. You were just as big a pushover as I thought. No, worse! You had to go and be even more of a pussy than I thought you were! You didn't just lose, you got all…MUSHY. Yeccchhh." He groaned, rolling his eye sockets. "I shoulda been the one to beat him. Luckily, my friend the Body and I agreed on a little plan in case you did lose. It woulda been a win/win. If it looked like you were winning, I'd come in, finish him off, and get a nice share of the glory. But since you lost, we go with plan B. Did you know there's actually a dormant volcano buried waaaaaaaaay far below us right now?"
Rose turned pale and Zack's eyes bulged wide as they shot up, lightsabers held up.
"Oh, don't get any dumb ideas. You think I'm gonna just tell you "I'm gonna press this button and you all get blown sky high unless you do what I say" or something like that?" The Skull snorted. "I may not be a genius, but I ain't that dumb. I did it five minutes ago."
And with that, a loud, horrifying KRAKKA-SCHAA-THROOOOOM rang out, and they turned to look. Burning, horrifying plumes of black smoke were erupting from the ground not far away, as the Skull laughed. "No need to thank me for sparing you a life of total failure. Now I can go back to our master and tell him you tragically perished while fighting Darth Mendax and the others in a glorious volcanic fight." He chuckled.
Then Rose threw her sword at his head. Zack was amazed. It literally soared through the air with astounding swiftness and struck right in the center of his neck, coming right out the other end, his head popping off his neck bone! Zack grinned as he whistled. "DAMN, you've got great aim!"
"Yeah, no…BONES…about it…"
Zack turned paler than Rose as she snarled, the Skull picking his head up and putting it back on his neck as it simply reattached. "You know if I was a normal being that really woulda been something amazing. Buuuuut, well, I'm special. Still, I get it! I get it!" He held his hands up. "You don't want guests. Fine be me. You just relax. Take it easy. Enjoy a nice…bath…" He said evilly as he cackled madly, and pressed a button upon the fancy belt he had around his waist, as he teleported away to, presumably, his ship in the skies above.
"The bastard!" Rose grunted out. "We've got to get back to the prisoner's wing post haste or your friends are dead!" She insisted as she picked up HK-47's top half as he looked down at his bottom, Rose picking THAT up next, slinging both onto a shoulder each. "Where'd you park your ship?"
"HK can tell you. Can you give me the keys to their cell?" Zack asked as Rose shook the belt she had on, gesturing down at a little pouch as Zack rifled through it, getting out a couple of keys. "OK, let's meet at the ship in ten minutes." He said as the earth began to shudder and quake, Zack struggling to stay steady before he took off, racing at top speed towards where his friends were. "Crap crap crap crap crap craaaaaaaaaaaap!" He screamed out. "Stupid scary skeletons!"
Meanwhile, the Eye rolled its singular eye as it piloted it, the Body and the Skull's ship back to their home territory. "Oh, such a dreadful tragedy that that volcano just happened to erupt when it did." The Body commented as he chugged a beer in a nearby chair, hiccupping a bit. "Such a dreadful, dreadful-HIC! HIC HIC! HIC HIC HIC HIC!" He eventually hiccupped so much he fell clean out of his chair as the Skull sniggered.
"Lying snake." The Eye thought inwardly. "Truly, birds of a feather do flock together."
"So…our next target would be Nar Shadaa, correct? Aren't they in the middle of an election?" The Skull wanted to know. "Which means, whoever wins…I just need to take their head right after they do. What an election night coverage THAT'S gonna be for their city!" He laughed. "The whole place'll be thrown into chaos!"
"We're talking about THE Leia and Han of the original Rebel Alliance. The Dyad themselves. We must prevent the prophecy our Master has foreseen. One of those couples will undoubtedly be our end, and facing them shall not be so easy." The Eye intoned. "You underestimate them at your peril. After all, many have fallen before them. They are not fools."
"You are right…I admit it. They've beaten people far bigger than me. And I admit, there's plenty of people who are smarter than me." The Skull confessed before he held up a hand…and a single, darkly burning flame manifested, forming into the faint shape of Leia before he squished it on the spot with a THWOMPHF. "But you know, I've yet to meet somebody who can outthink a bullet!"
