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Ch. 4
Kitch looked out as the ship got closer. When he could see what it was, he let out a low whistle.
"What do you know? It's one of those new versions of the Star Destroyer. Okay, this could be bad."
"We are sending a squadron of TIE fighters to escort you back. Any attempt to escape will only result in your destruction."
"Sparky, how much longer until the automated guns are ready for action?"
"Beep-dee-beep."
"30 seconds? Well, hurry up. Okay, I'm engaging evasive maneuvers now."
Kitch took the controls and turned the ship away from the squadron of fighters.
"Okay Sparky, open fire!"
The ship shuddered as the defensive guns fired. Almost immediately, the three enemy fighters exploded in a brilliant fireball.
"Guardian of the Jedi, you must surrender now, or we will destroy you."
Kitch reached for the Comn unit.
"Kiss my grits you Imperial scum!"
More shots and more enemy fighters exploded. Sparky started going crazy. Kitch looked out the view port.
"Oh great. They're launching more fighters. There's no way we'll escape now. Unless…that's it! Sparky, go to Emergency Order Delta 77 Gamma. Initiate as soon as my escape pod is clear of the ship."
Barriss looked at him like he had lost his mind.
"What do you mean your escape pod?"
"I'm getting into an escape pod, and I'm getting off of the ship. When they see there is a life form aboard, they'll be more interested in me than they will you. So when their attention is on me, with the ship powered down, you'll go to hyperspace. Sparky, get ready. Oh, don't worry, I will escape, and I won't turn to the Dark Side, no matter what Vader does to me."
Kitch walked over to a container, opened it up, and pulled out a lightsaber. He then slid it up the sleeve of his tunic and then walked off.
A minute later, they heard Kitch's voice.
"Okay Sparky, now."
The ship powered down. A second later, the escape pod was out. Sure enough, the enemy fighters peeled off and a tractor beam locked onto the escape pod. Mace Windu and Barriss watched in silence; well, almost.
"Good luck, young Jedi." And with that, Mace Windu sat down, at the exact same instant the ship jumped to hyperspace.
Meanwhile, Kitch waited in the escape pod as the giant Imperial Star Destroyer loomed closer and closer. As he watched the pod being sucked into the giant warship, he took the lightsaber off of his belt, pulled the one out of his sleeve, and switched them. Both looked alike and even had the same color blade, but he had built the spare in case he ever needed it. A minute later, the door exploded and a squad of troops rushed in.
"Don't shoot. I surrender, I surrender."
"Hands up Jedi."
Kitch put his hands in the air.
One of the troopers pulled the fake lightsaber from his belt.
"Put him in Cell #77."
"Yes, sir."
The bound Kitch's hands and marched him to his cell block.
"Lord Vader will be here shortly, and he has a talk in store for you…"
Three days later, Kitch had been interrogated beyond anything he had ever thought possible. It was pain beyond pain. And yet, and yet, he was still alive, and he knew the chance to escape would come soon. And come it did.
He had just come from an interrogation in which Vader had demanded the location of the Jedi Younglings that had escaped the Jedi Temple. Unknowingly, Vader had helped Kitch to escape. Vader had released the fact that two more Jedi, a Mon Cal named Bant Eerin, and a Teevan named Tru Veld, were also being held prisoner, right down the hall from Kitch.
So when the stormtrooper came to give Kitch his food, Kitch slid his lightsaber out and killed the trooper. He then ran down the hall, freed the two Jedi, and the three ran off. Tru strode to a position next to Kitch, as did Bant. She looked at him.
"What are we doing?"
"Going down to the impound hanger. All Jedi are pilots, so we're each going to take a ship and escape to the planet Ilum."
"Smart plan."
"Yeah."
Just then, a form blocked the path. It was a form Kitch had heard about from Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he knew of all the Jedi she had killed. It was Asajj Ventress.
"Stand back, I'll take her myself."
Kitch's lightsaber sang as blue as a summer sky while Ventress ignited to blood scarlet red blades.
"Come young Jedi; attack me."
Kitch moved so fast he was only a blur. The fight was on.
Well, what do you think? Thought I would leave you with a cliffhanger. I'll update soon. R&R