Isaac
Chapter 8 "The Bridge"
"Damn it!" I thought, "I should have asked for directions! Oh well."
She was so much more flexible than many of my other forms. I walked in a circle.
This image was the key. Bastila would be expecting help from a Jedi, especially one from her very own ship. So I was in the right place at the right time; but where was she?
I surveyed my surroundings. It was a typical Republic frigate. I walked through the hall. The design was simple enough to walk through.
Then came a change in plan. As I came to a turn, I saw two Republic soldiers talking to each other; one was in typical armour; the other was not wearing a uniform.
They turned and said to me, "Hello, Cleopatra."
I made a pretend smile. "Ready to find Bastila?"
The soldier said, "Eagle, I'm ready!"
Eagle (the one without armour) nodded, "Then I guess since Cleopatra and Trask are ready- I am, too."
I would not have to kill them.
As long as they would lead me to Bastila, it would be fine to allow them to live. But afterwards…I would worry about that later.
"To the bridge!" Trask said.
I scanned Eagle. He was relatively tall- probably around five foot nine inches. But Trask was at least six feet tall.
Eagle's black hair was laid back and had one hair sticking out. His brown eyes flickered red with the lights. I felt small compared to him.
If I were female, I would probably find him attractive.
While the others hurried ahead, I lagged behind, observing my surroundings. Eventually, we came to a quick stop.
"What is it, Eag-" My sentence was stopped short. The enormous door ahead of us was none other than the grand door to the bridge.
I grinned. If Bastila was behind that door, I would be one hundred and more times as rich as I was; I would never need to shape-shift again and, best of all, I could finally slap down that Malak jerk for good!
It's too bad that that never happened. The door opened, yet all we could see was computer panels, holo-maps, and a man in a dark cloak I instantly recognized. He was a dark Jedi.
He raised his hand and used the Force to attempt to strangle me by the neck. I almost laughed.
It was impossible for me to be killed by the Force. Only one person would ever be able to kill me- but he was long dead.
I had to fake it, however, or else Eagle and Trask would realize something was wrong. So I pretended to start gagging.
Trask took out a vibroblade and charged at the Sith. He sliced off the corrupt Jedi's arm and said, "Leave! Save yourselves!"
As I hit the floor I saw Eagle give me a quick nod. I stood up and shook my head to appear to be regaining balance.
We ran into the next hallway and closed the blast door. We heard a clash of swords, the sound of a sword dropping on the ground, and finally a swing and a thump of a body hitting the ground.
Maniacal laughter spread across the halls.
Trask was dead.