Eagle
Chapter 5 "A Bridge is Burned"
This was a fantasy, this dream; I had a perfect and dependable friend named Trask, a beautiful Jedi- and if I rescued Bastila, I would be considered a hero. If life could get any better than this- please tell me!
But the sight I had just seen ruined my perfect world. A head rolling on the floor of an unstable ship; a man (even though bad) was broken into shards. It just wasn't right.
I observed the saber. The times I moved quickly, it flashed white; other times, it stayed at a frightening red glow. It was lighter than a vibroblade, yet heavier than a long-sword.
Cleopatra, Trask, and then I ventured into the passage. The ship was becoming more and more battle-torn every step we took. Occasionally we saw the corpses of both Sith and Republic soldiers on the "ground," but the bodies became more and more sparse as we advanced deeper to the starboard. I only hoped that this was a good sign. I wasn't sure.
Once in a while I had to snipe out some Sith who were lurking in the halls. Eventually I saw a squad of Sith about 20 meters down the hall.
"I think," one said, "that once we get Bastila, we'll all get promoted."
I smiled. They wouldn't live to be a rank higher. I sniped one out. The other turned to see us.
Trask fired and shot two down. The troops fired at me and I did a back-flip to dodge the blast. Cleo (Cleopatra) threw her saber and sliced one's head off.
The Sith troopers were not trained very well. Past 20 meters, they had a 1 in 100 chance of hitting you. But it was all too easy.
A holo-sign was up ahead. If I am correct, I believe it read, "Bridge- 39 meters ahead." Soon we would have less than half the ship to explore left!
There was, however, one slight inconvenience. The passage ahead was a dangerous split into two different directions. Not so good. We had been an excellent team so far and had trampled the Sith like oxen.
If we broke into two sections…what if one of us got lost- or if someone was slain? And we would wait hours for them to meet us at the bridge!
The worst part about that would be that we didn't have hours! The ship was under serious attack- probably critically injured- and we still haven't located Bastila. Could it be any worse?
Well, it could be raining.
Just then, the sprinklers went off.
Ha! That was a joke!
Anyway, Trask said, "It looks like we're gonn'ta split up." He said this in his usual accent.
"But who will go which way?" I asked, knowing who would volunteer. And I was right.
"I will!" Cleo said brightly.
"Then that settles it," Trask agreed. We knew he wouldn't want to go alone, so we let this rude comment slide. We hugged and went our ways- I with Trask, and Cleopatra alone. I solemnly promised myself that I would see her again.
Trask and I hurried into the abyss, only hoping that what lay in store for us was not a bad thing. Hoping.