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Decepio Malum-Chapter 3
Crash Landing
Carth:
At last, the rocking of the pod began to slow.
But here comes the-
All rational thought was stripped away from me by the Earth shattering blow.
I felt myself bounce in my straps, and an extreme pain flared up from my left arm.
Letting out a loud curse, I pulled a vibro-shiv from my boot, cutting through the straps with my uninjured arm.
Hissing, I picked up the small bag, and carefully slung it over my left shoulder, putting all the loose weapons I could see that would fit in the bag.
And now, for her.
I looked over at the only other occupant of the pod, the one in which two lives, Trask's, and the life of the Jedi, where sacrificed to protect.
Blood had begun to leak from a poorly treated wound on her skull, and another bump was forming above her left eye, likely from the harness.
Her skin was extremely pale, and her breathing was shallow.
This is bad, real bad, I thought to myself. Blaster wounds and lacerations were one thing, but blows to the head are far out of my league.
I heard booted footsteps outside of the pod, and I struggled to cut through the woman's harness.
I hissed as I slung her small body over my left shoulder, pulling a couple grenades from the bag as I did so.
Tossing them outside of the pod, I realized I had taken a flash and concussion grenade. I let a smile from over my face.
Anyone near by will be stunned for at least 30 seconds . . . I just hope I can find cover in that time.
When I heard the grenades activate, I made my move.
Just a couple of drunks I noticed, chuckling slightly.
I didn't stay on the scene however; I could hear comm chatter nearby.
I ran for the nearest building, and took the elevator to the upper floor.
It opened upon a curving hallway, empty except for a few cleaning droids.
I ran from door to door, finally finding one with poorly maintained activation panels.
Odds are this room is condemned I thought. I just hope it doesn't cave in.
I opened the door, placing the woman down on the nearest cot, and as I finished applying the med-pac to her head, an extreme surge of pain exploded through my arm.
I welcomed the encroaching darkness, hoping we were, at last, safe.
Sartica:
The cold metal chilled my back through the thin robes I wore. The room around me was pitch black, but I could FEEL others around me, and what I felt from them made me shiver.
My hands and legs were restrained, and a large metal collar hummed around my neck. Turning my neck, my head throbbed, and a small groan escaped my lips.
Big mistake thought as a bright light shined right into my eyes. Unable to see, I calmed the pounding of my heart as my eyes adjusted.
Standing at the other end of the now dim room, I saw the outline of three humanoid shapes. As I saw them approach, I noticed a vile glare in their eyes, suspended on horizontal eye stalks.
Though their appearance was strange, it was what they held that struck fear into my heart. A black blade, seemingly consuming all light around it, was held in each of their hands. Their brown clothing was covered in blood, and, looking to my right, I saw the mutilated corpse of a darker colored type of these creatures.
Snapping my head back toward them, I saw them walking forward in my direction, and a scream strangled me.
Carth:
"STAY BACK, STAY AWAY!"
The scream echoed through my groggy mind, and for a minute, I had to remember where I was. Looking around, I saw the woman, tangled in the ragged bed's sheets, thrashing madly.
The pillow her head was upon had a large patch of blood upon it, and I quickly moved to restrain her.
What in the world is this woman dreaming about? I thought as I bodily restrained her, awkwardly whispering into her ear.
"Its ok . . . " I said quietly, "it's only a dream."
Her thrashing slowed until she, eventually fell back into a peaceful slumber.
My arm throbbing, I resolved to make a bandage for her head and a sling for my arm . . . and some restraints.
Looking through the ragged closet, I found a pair of white clothing, and, avoiding the stain that looked suspiciously like blood, I made a patch for her head first, using one of the virbroblades hidden in the footlocker.
After two more hours consisting of applying the bandage to her head, and carefully putting my arm in the small sling, as well as putting the woman's arms in restraints.
Not much to do now until she wakes up I thought.
Scrounging through her bag, I found a few datapads.
Letters, documents . . . and . . . a diary
Guiltily, I sliced the mundane encryption and began reading through this woman's . . . Sartica Nanari's it read . . . diary.