Cryos blasted past the millions of ground troops, no longer caring who saw him. The troops fired wildly, but the shiny fibers of his cousora gem armor reflected and scattered the bolts, killing hundreds of soldiers. And even the shots that hit his skin did no damage.
He moved as a wave of destruction. Anything in his path was flattened or obliterated.
He felt something from up ahead and stopped as a strange force field like barrier appeared inches in front of his face. Cryos watched several troops run into it, not watching where they were going.
Their bodies went through, but their ghostly spirits remained on the side they started on. Without souls, their bodies died almost instantly, leaving the spirits to dissipate more slowly and, judging from their expressions, in great pain.
Cryos reached his hand through the barrier and lost all feeling in it.
He glanced over at Draco, eating bugs by a pile of stones. "Well it worked last time." He muttered, grabbed the lizard and thrust him through the barrier.
The barrier recoiled from him.
"Cool!" Draco screamed.
"How do you defy the laws of physics?" Cryos asked him, annoyed at both the fact that Draco did something he couldn't and that once again, the lizard had proven to be unkillable.
"I can only do it when it's funny." He replied.
"Whatever, just as long as it works." Cryos flew through the barrier and continued on his way.
Cryos blasted down the door to the tower and flew into darkness. He lit up a small ball of energy in his hand to light the way.
Before he had gotten more than a few feet a spotlight flicked on and shone directly down on him. He froze and waited for something to happen.
The darkness around the beam deepened and became impossibly dark. "I know you're there." He said. "Come out."
"You're good." A voice echoed from all around him. "But then you always were."
The shadows contracted into a roughly human shaped form.
"Darth Posh." Cryos glared. "How did I know you had your filthy hands in this?"
"I find that hard to believe." The Sith scoffed. "Your wife is Force sensitive and she doesn't suspect anything."
"I will find a way to kill you." Cryos promised.
"Also hard to believe. I assure you that no attack you could muster could ever even begin to hurt me."
Cryos threw his energy ball directly upward into the light. The resulting flash and explosion lasted a fraction of a second and gave Cryos just enough cover to vanish.
"The Hunt is on…" Darth Posh laughed and melted into the shadows.
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"Where exactly are we going?" Traitin asked.
"The power core." Pahrac answered.
"And how we plan on destroying it?"
"There should be a way to set up an overload that will result in an explosion. If not, I will burn my way directly into the core and cause as much damage as I can."
"Won't that kill you?" Traitin asked.
"No." Pahrac was silent for some time before he went on. "I am immortal, exactly like Cryos."
"Cryos told me about that. The way he says it, it doesn't sound like as much fun as it seems."
"Its not."
Traitin was dead silent for several long minutes before saying. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It isn't your fault. Just let it go."
Pahrac stopped moving. "We have been found." He announced seconds before a doorway opened and troops started pouring out into the hallway.
Traitin raised his hands and created a crude but effective barrier that the blaster bolts bounced off of.
"Go on ahead!" Pahrac shouted. "Find the core. I can track you by scent and catch up. I'll hold them back."
Mazzark leapt onto Traitins shoulder and nodded. Traitin turned and ran down the hallway.
"How are we supposed to find the core?" Traitin asked the tiny alien.
Mazzark jumped from his shoulder to the wall and slapped the button to open a side door, revealing three frightened technicians who had apparently hid there when word got out that the death star had been boarded.
He jumped onto the head of one of them and pointed down.
"Oh! I get it!" Traitin grabbed the man by his shirt and easily lifted him off the ground with one hand. He gave a feral cat-like roar and extended the claws on his other hand, lifting it near the man's face. "Where's the core!?" He demanded.
The man whimpered and fainted.
Traitin dropped him and grabbed the other two. "WHERE!?"
"Three floors down-" the first began.
"-no, four! Then through the blast shielding-" the other continued.
"-yes! Then down the hallway!"
"Then?" Traitin asked.
"I don't know!" The first tech screamed.
"We've never been down there! Don't hurt us!" The other cried.
"Mazzark, keep them quiet."
The tiny alien stung them both and in seconds they were both unconscious.
Traitin dropped them and ran down the hall. He smashed through the blast doors and bowled over a couple guards who weren't exactly very alert and continued down to the next set of doors.
"Now what…" He muttered.
He heard something above him and just barely avoided a splash of acid followed by Pahrac. The snake-like alien was covered with blood.
"Did you kill them all?" Asked Traitin, slightly shocked by the amount of blood.
"I didn't kill them!" Pahrac insisted. "Well, I didn't kill all of them. Don't tell Cryos, he doesn't like when I kill."
"Which way do we go now?" Traitin asked.
Pahrac sniffed the air. "This way smells like power core." He announced and slithered down the hall.
"How can something smell like power core?" Traitin asked Mazzark.
The tiny alien shrugged and they headed down the hall after Pahrac.
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Kentra, panting, turned to face the last dark Jedi. The others were mangled or dead on the ground. The last warrior had not yet activated his lightsaber. Kentra started to advance towards him and he raised the deactivated lightsaber hilt.
She realized something was wrong too late to matter.
He flicked the switch and instead of a lightsaber blade a bolt of dark Force lightning shot from the handle.
She tried to block it but the lightning channeled down her black blade, shorting it out and giving her a dose of dark energy that knocked her into unconsciousness.