Chapter 3
Disclaimer: In retrospect, I DO own Star Wars! Ok, I'm just kidding. Please don't sue me…
So it was that a dark side sword master and light side sword master came into conflict. Kana, true to her training, tapped into her fear of Meverick to invigorate her body, but cloud her mind. Meverick could feel the fear and hate clouding he judgment and reasoning, but also unlocking great and terrible powers. He would have to act quickly to slay her.
She, however, made the first move. In a leap covering the whole 10 meters between then, she tried to eviscerate Meverick in a single stab. But Meverick was fast to react, even by the old Jedi Counsel's standards. Raising his left-hand saber he deflected the blow directly into the comm. computer. And he brought his right-hand saber down on her head, only to have it deflected by her saber's other blade. That, however, did not protect her from the swift kick to the face he dealt out. She howled in outrage, shaking Meverick to the bone. Damn, she was good.
After the initial blows, they fell into a standard pattern of attack, trading blows, parries, and skillful dodges. But Meverick always did win these standard fights, and her clouded mind would seal her fate now. He parried another blow just like a master would, and twirled around in a high sweep aim for her neck. Of course she easily blocked it, but she did not block his sneak attack. His left-hand saber pierced through her right thigh and down into her left calf. He quickly removed the blade and kicked her in the right knee, pushing her into a wall.
She was down, panting, seething with hatred for Meverick. He summoned her lightsaber to his hand, and raised his right-hand blade. But in a blood-curdling yell, he felt his flesh burn as she shot blue tendrils of lightning out of her fingers. "How?" Meverick thought, "How is she doing this ('well, I'll find that out later' he though briefly) and how do I get out of this?" In response, he felt his own presence withdraw from his body, and he felt a new one take over. Or, more like one that was never known like this. His non-Jedi side took over. With a stunning mastery of the Force, he watched himself summon a shield…a shield made of the Force! The lightning bounced harmlessly into it, bolstering the defense.
The shield grew from a pale shimmer, to a faint glow, to a blinding white circle; which then slammed into Kana. Meverick would have thought she would scream, but the purest light of the Force must have eased her passing, for she merely let out a sigh as everyone of her bones shattered, organs ruptured, and muscles crumpled. He was horrified watching this; it was completely against Jedi theory. But in his mind he heard in a deep, resonant, celestial voice, "Do not be frightened, she suffered none for what I did. And in time, I will return to you to teach you this. And we will become one." And then it ended when Meverick regained bodily control.
He walked down into the docking bay and inspected his Headhunter. The crew had done a fine job. The engines were tuned, the hyperdrive brought up to par, and the shields were upgraded to military grade. There was also a laser cannons on the end of each wing now, along with a maneuvering jet, and finally, there were hard-points for concussion missiles, four under each wing. Indeed, having a up to date ship was a relief when the Star Destroyer started to come apart under a sudden hail of Rebel proton torpedoes.
Meverick launched into space, and punched in new coordinates quickly, hoping to avoid any fire. He turned around to see the crippled Star Destroyer trying futilely to respond to the attack, scrambling its own fighters. But Meverick doubted they would survive, as explosions still played upon the hull. The last thing he saw before the jump was made was the Star Destroyer Darkblade break into two parts.
