A/N: Amazing! Two chapters in the same week!
Ch. 7: The Scoundrel and Droid (Pt.1)Kyros fought his way through the mining Droid infested halls. There were a lot of them, but because they were half damaged already anyway; he found it quite easy to get past them with his viroblade.
As he neared the door, Kreia's voice suddenly boomed within his mind, warning him of trouble.
"...Be careful...There is much energy in the room beyond...Yet it stems from nothing that lives..."
Kyros was shocked, hearing Kreia's voice come out of nowhere and within his mind no less startled him greatly.
"Kreia...Wh-" He began to ask, but was cut off by the old women.
"Can you not sense them?" She asked. "Can you not feel their energy?"
"Who?" Kyros asked, annoyed.
Suddenly he saw them, four droids beyond the door, ready to attack.
He gasped, not because of what he saw, but because he saw it through the Force...
Something that he has not felt nor seen for the past four years...
"...Ah, you can feel them...The droids that which you cannot perceive, but the small oscillations of energy...that you can feel...Echoing outwards..." Kreia said, within his mind.
"But...wh-" Kyros tried to ask, but was once again cut off by the old women.
"I have give you the ability to use passive precognition, something that will greatly help you in your search off this place..."
"I...see..." Kyros replied, not understanding... Unsure of what had just happened.
He shook off his feeling of confusion as he opened the door.
Sure enough there were four slightly damaged mining droids waiting to attack him on the other side. He quickly destroyed them with the viroblade's sharp blade, of course not before getting a deep cut on the side of his arm where the blaster had hit him.
"Heh, it's been a long time since I have been shot." He winced.
Ignoring his pain, he bent over and picked up the remains of the droids.
"Never know what might come in handy..."
He looked around the room before heading on, and spotted a footlocker. He walked over to it, hoping to find some clothes. He tried to open it, but found that it was locked.
"Oh well, guess I'll just have to bash it open..." He sighed.
With a quick slash of his blade, the top swung open...
Looking inside, he found many things that were useful and needed, but no clothes.
He sighed, closing the footlocker, of course not before cleaning it out first.
He turned around and was about to continue on, when he suddenly felt something.
"What the...?"
It was a weird feeling. Something he had felt before, and yet...it was different.
"Ah, you hear it...It is faint...but it is there." Kreia had spoken once again.
He sighed. Kyros was getting tired of her popping into his mind and her cryptic messages, but he believed that her intentions were good so he answered her truthfully.
"I feel strange...like the sedatives are wearing off..."
"It is the force you feel...It has not been so long as for you to forget..." She explained.
"But it doesn't feel like it did..." He said, uncertainly. "It's like it is coming form across a great distance..."
"Do not turn away from it..." Kreia warned.
"Why not?" Kyros asked, voice rising.
He was getting angry. Who was she to tell him to wield the Force once more? The Force was the cause of all his problems. He had been taken away from his family because of it. Had it not been for the Force, he would have grown up knowing the face of his mother and father, instead of the Council's. Apart from Master Onasi, there had been no one else that he was close to, no one else he could rely on.
There had been many times when he was younger that he wished he never were a Jedi.
"It is a part of who you are Exile." Kreia retorted.
Kyros stayed silent, still thinking within his mind.
"Come, I shall take you down the familiar paths of the force...You will need it if we are to escape this place..."
Kyros agreed. The annoying and cryptic old woman was right. He would need the help and strength of the Force if they were going to survive and get off this force forsaken death pit.
"Good then, try to heal the wound on the side of your arm using the force Exile..."
Kyros closed his eyes and concentrated.
He focused on the feeling that was coming from a far distance.
He stayed still for a few seconds, meditating.
Then he felt it.
It was still weak, barely there, but he could feel it. He felt the cut on his arm slowly begin to repair itself.
It was almost completely healed, but he could hold it no longer. Using the force had drained a lot out of him.
He snapped out of hisconcentration, breathing heavily.
He looked at his arm and saw that it had closed, leaving a scar. Had he been able to focus for a little more longer, the wound would have fully healed, leaving no trace of what had happened, but then again he still had a long way to go until he would be in full control of the force again…
"Good enough…" He thought.
"Very good...With my help Exile, you shall once again feel the strength of the Force within you in due time..." Kreia said as the young Exileheaded out the room and continued his search for a way off the abandoned mining facility...
Kyros fought his way though a couple more Droid infested rooms until he reached the Communications Blister.
Maybe if he shut down the force field locking the prison-holding cell, he would be able to find something useful in there that he could use.
He logged into the counsel and found the switch. Turning it off, Kyros heard the "hum" of the force-field come to a stop, leaving the communications room oddly quiet.
He turned around and ran down the steps and toward the door of the prison cell.
He was about to open it when Kreia spoke within his mind once again. This time however, Kyros, having already gotten use to the strange way of communication, simply stayed silent and listened…
"Beyond this door some one yet lives…be mindful." She warned. "His thoughts are…difficult to read…"
"But you have nothing to fear from this one…and he might yet prove useful…" She quickly added, sensing Kyros's concern for his own safety.
Kyros was still uncertain, but decided to believe her. Besides, there was nowhere else to go...
"I might as well…" He thought as he opened the door leading into the prison…
A/N: I know I said that Atton and T3 would be in this chapter…well "TECHNICALLY" they are…just the second part of the chapter. xP
Sorry, but it was getting too long, so had to split it up. Part two will be up shortly though…
Don't forget to R&R!! Please? :P