Eagle and Cleopatra are characters that I customly made. Do not use them.
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Editor/typist's note: The author has informed me that he has many more chapters already done.
Cleopatra
Chapter 3 "Tears of Ice"
He was even more handsome than she described. His hair was black in a laid-back fashion. He could not have been older than 25. His deep blue eyes always would tell you he knows more than it seems. But his ragged appearance didn't fool me. For the thing I most liked of him was that he felt safe.
"Do you know where Bastila is?" I asked in an irresistible tone. If I talked that way, I could persuade almost anyone to do anything.
"No," he said, "but could you help us find her?"
I tossed my hair. "Of course, Eagle," I replied.
A soldier named Trask introduced himself to me and we were on our way. As we walked through the halls, I saw numerous corpses. Eventually, we ended up tip-toeing because we heard footsteps in the halls.
Soon enough, however, we heard voices. Mostly, they were murmurs from the dying, but we had no time to mourn. Slowly, our chances of getting off the ship and finding Bastila were wilting in the wind.
With the Endar Spire still under attack, I could only dread how little time it would hold together. I was then shocked when I heard blaster fire. It was like thunder was washing over our floor. The scary part was that it was not coming outside the ship, but from the inside.
We (well, I at least) suddenly recognized an incoming voice. It was lance corporal Emitt Camn. "Ensign," I heard, "How is blue squad doing?"
"We are holding the bridge, sir, but not for much longer unless we get reinforcements."
Emitt sighed, "I guess I will call up Yellow 3." A radio clicked; we heard static flow for a moment and then someone saying, "Uh…we have a big problem- many casualties."
Corporal frowned. "How are the turrets working?" he asked.
There was no talk for a moment until Yellow said, "The turrets have been frozen and can no longer operate. There are freezers in the area!"
The radio powered off. "That was bad," the ensign said, "but we better now watch-"
The man never finished his sentence. There was a flash of light and two 'thumps' were heard as they hit the ground. The crunch noise rang out and a sickening sight entered our eyes. A head rolled across the floor and landed at my feet.
I jumped and landed in Eagle's arms. He stared. After a moment, I blushed and hopped out of his arms.
An armoured head peeked around the corner. He side-stepped and stared at us. I pulled my lightsaber out of my pouch. He pulled out a small cannon labeled simply as "Ice."
"Get down!" I yelled. As the missile cruised toward us, I could only hope this worked.
Just before it would have hit me, I pushed my hand at the missile and shot it right back at him.
Shards exploded and blood spattered everywhere. The Sith was cut almost everywhere. Trask was in shock, but Eagle just shrugged it off. Eagle stepped toward him and picked up something; it was a lightsaber.
He extended it, glancing in awe at its red blade. He put it in his belt pocket.
Trask was impressed by what I did and asked a couple of questions about the Force.
Eagle looked out the window at the planet known as Taris. With every second I knew him he seemed stronger and stronger. However there was always something empty.
I then saw on his cheek a tear, a glimpse of what was to come. But most of all it was a tear of what had happened. A tear for what they did. A tear for hatred. A tear of ice.