Chapter 5
They were waiting, waiting for death some said. Captain Ray Sharq, with some doubt, had set up his best defense. But it had been confirmed, Darth Rakraf was indeed coming, with three AT-TE's, and an army of Clones behind him, how did the Rebellion stand a chance? Now was it was the soldiers turn, they were going to defend the beach at all costs. They had plan, a very good one; they had placed a string of mines about 100 yards out that were set to go off on a remote, which only he possessed. When he pressed the red button in his pocket the frozen lake would no longer be frozen, well, most of it.
"How many sir?" a Clones voice said over the comm.
"Three" said two dark figures.
"Certainly, Lord Rakraf," the comm. beeped off.
"Now we are ready to attack, fire the first shot"
"But sir, their shields are still-"the pilot began.
"I know their shields are still on! Never question my commands!" the two figures yelled.
"Yes Sir!"
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"It's like a faint whistling sound" the soldier cupped his ear.
BOOM! The large dome that was the shield shook. It had just been blasted, but not broken by a large blue plasma bolt.
"Ha! They'll never bust through this shield!" the soldier yelled triumphantly.
"30 more yards sir, then we should be able to cut them off from the beach by setting off the mines," a Captain said to the General.
"Good, everything is going as planned" the general replied.
The General raised his bio-vision goggles to his eyes. 25-yards…………………..15 yards…………10 yards……………3…..2……1…..
"Now" the General stated.
A large explosion shook the earth and chunks of ice filled the air raining down upon the shields only to be batted away. All was quite for a moment. Then the General heard it, the most horrible sound he had ever heard.
Out of the smoke and steam covered horizon came three Republic Gunships, each carrying its own AT-TE. And under those marched two-thousand Clone Troopers, they had gotten across the mine field, how? The General was confused, his plan had been perfect, flawless, no one could have guessed or known about the mines, could they have?
Putting his curiosity aside he gave the order to fire. The AT-TE's were now on the ground, and the Troops were now on the snow covered sands of the beach. At least they had the high ground, but that in itself, might not be enough.
Darth Rakraf smiled at his brilliance; sometimes he amazed himself with his brilliance. Ha! Foolish Rebel's, they were no match for the Dark Side of the Force.
But this battle was not his, he would let his ARC Troopers handle this one. Darth Rakraf was going to use this fight as a distraction so that he could slip into the Main Research Facility. He pulled back the throttle on his speeder, he was too far behind his troops to be detected, he would advance around the beach and find another entry point, in fact, he put the binoculars to his eyes. That dock looked like the perfect place for a Rebel supply pick up point, which meant that an entrance was not far off.
Cecelia Resparta was a Padwan to Master Trestar Quertum. She had lost her Master in the Sith up rise, and had been hiding with the Rebels ever since, she did a little favors for them and fought in a few of their battles, but she mostly got put on guard duty. Guarding a stupid Supply Drop off, how lame. It was freezing, she hadn't eaten in hours, and she could hear a battle going on and feel the dying leaving tears in the Force, it was very unpleasant.
She felt helpless. But that feeling soon went away when she saw two speeders, side-by-side, heading toward the dock.
Finally someone to leave here so I can go help out she thought.
Then she felt a sudden surge in the Force, a feeling that made her nauseas. It came from the two on the speeders, but which one?
It was confusing, like only person, but clearly two. She looked to see that the figures on the two speeders wore black cloaks that billowed behind them.
What are they? Stupid! She thought to herself.
They stuck out like a pair of Wookies surrounded by Jawas. The feeling of nausea would not subside; the Force was strong in one of two figures. Who were they? Where did they come from? Were they on her side?
Jedi! Darth Rakraf could feel it, the presence of a Jedi Scum, a young one at that. He willed his speeder to go faster. Now on the beach, he could see the Jedi, a female; she drew her lightsaber and entered a battle stance. Darth Rakraf flipped off of his speeder and sent it flying towards her; she sidestepped out of the way slicing one as it went by. Darth Rakraf drew his red lightsaber ready for battle.
"Who are you!" the Jedi commanded, still posed to fight.
"I am Darth Rakraf, Lord of the Sith" he replied.
A Sith! Oh no Cecelia thought.
Both of the figures had drawn its own lightsaber, actually, one figure had wielded two while the other wielded the staff-lightsaber.
This doesn't look good she thought.
"I will kill you" they said.
"Which one?" she stated.
"Not this again, fine you shall choose which of me to battle" they both said in the same annoyed tone.
"Which one of you is the real Sith!" Cecelia said bravely.
"I AM THE LORD OF SITH!" they both yelled in annoyance.
"But one of you must be a Clone?" Cecelia pondered.
"I will not stand here and answer questions, I will kill her" the figure wielding the double blade stepped forward.
"Very well" the second figure deactivated both of his lightsaber.
"But I must know! Which one of you is real?" Cecelia could not help her curiosity, she never could. How can both hold the power of one? She was baffled, and she did not like to be baffled. But all the same she prepared for battle.
"Very well" the figures said.
They both removed their cloaks. What Cecelia saw made scream in horror. The one closest too her, the wielding the double blade, had one dark brown eye, but were the right eye should be, a blood red orb so slick it reflected everything in front of it, and were the nose should be, nothing, just a metal hole as black as Cecelia's hair (which was very black). He, it, was wearing a black tunic with knee high boots and a black vest. Its left arm was mechanical, black, but still so realistic (like Anakin Skywalker). Where the right leg should be was what looked like a tube of black silk with a few multicolored wires running up and down in a curved almost vein like appearance.
Cecelia guessed that his- its- entire left side was as bad. But the left side was covered, from what she could see, by tattoos. The one that had out away its lightsaber was just as bad, except it had a nose and the entire right side of its body was tattooed the same way as the others. But then Cecelia began to think about something's.
"How," was all she could put together.
"Neither you, nor any one else, will ever live long enough to understand," they both said.
The last thing Cecelia saw was herself reflected in that blood red orb, and her life flash before her eyes.
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