Chapter 7
Hyperspace, Misera VI meditation Chamber
There are so many potential apprentices on Yavin 4. Who shall it be? Which will be willing to take the place at my side to destroy her? … There is a disturbance in the Force. … … … … These two are fighting. One of them … has lost their Jedi Reserve and is feasting on the old spirits of the dark side. The other… … interesting. He has no Reserve. He has no temper, but he never flinches in his stance. It is like ……… yes, I see now. This boy is gifted… with a power like that, he will have no trouble ruling the Sith under my leadership. … … Yes, he is as dark as the other. Good.
I stood from the floor and dressed. The cold metal sent a cool rush through my bare feet with every steep. As I sat to put my boots on. Another Thought came to me. There are followers of the Mistress there. I smiled to myself. A challenge. I strode out of my chamber laughing, which made some of the workers cringe or look at me in confusion. I didn't care right now. I found my prey. Now all that was left was the hunt, which was always the most fun.
Findlen was not himself. Sure he could be a jerk, but this was way beyond his usual asshole mentality. He was darker somehow. He wanted to hurt me. Not just hurt me, maybe kill me. "Master Re-oz, I forfeit the match. I give the challenge right to Findlen."
Everyone in the room let out a collective gasp, including Findlen.
"Are you sure Rish? Not many Padawans even get the opportunity to duel for the right of the Tournament." Re-oz came over and placed his arm around my shoulder.
"Rish," James ran over to me. "You can't just throw this away."
I shook my head and pointed at Findlen. "Look," I whispered. They did and Master Re-oz cursed in his native tongue.
"I think this Duel is over." Master Re-oz announced.
"No." Findlen grunted.
"Yes it is, Findlen. Come, we need to go see Master Skywalker."
"NO!" Findlen hurled his Light-saber at Master Re-oz. It stuck out the lower left side of his ribs the next moment.
Everyone screamed. James cursed. "Go get someone." I told him. He stared at me, horrified.
"I'm not leaving you here alone with a Turner."
"GO!" I shoved him out the door, putting little Force into it.
The room was in chaos. Everyone was either running for the door or pressing them selves against a wall. Master Re-oz sank to the floor.
"You won't give me your pathetic pity." Findlen had taken his light-saber back and kicked Master Re-oz aside. "We're going to fight. Now." He walked slowly to me.
"Findlen, look I know it feels good now but that power is nothing to mess with."
"What do you know? I've been studying the ways of the Sith for weeks now. I wasn't going to reveal myself until I had won the tournament, but you," He pointed his saber at me. "You ruined my plans. Got me mad. You forced me to lose my cover. Now one of us is going to die." He smiled and swung.
While he was giving his speech I was tuning into his mind. I counter-attacked his swing by stabbing forward. He stepped back, still swinging. I ducked a few, but was hit in the shoulder. The pain seared through my skin and touched every nerve in my arm. I didn't utter a sound. His saber is set to battle fashion. I realized after I could form coherent thoughts again. I twisted my setting knob. This fight was for real.
I blocked all the rest of his attacks, which frustrated Findlen. I smirked as his swings got wilder and easier to defend against. I finally saw my advantage at took it. As he swung to the left I ducked and came up between his arms. I then broadened my shoulders to make him drop his saber, which I slashed before it hit the ground.
"Surrender." I said. Findlen stared down at the pieces of his weapon. When he looked up, I went numb. His face was contorted in a fit of rage. He slowly raised his arm to my face and pushed. But I wasn't flung across the room. Electric currents pulsed through my body, causing immeasurable pain. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I felt every nerve in my body cooking. Then it ended. I fell to my knees, my entire body convulsing. Vomit threatened to come pouring out of me.
My light saber rolled out of my hand. I felt someone touch my shoulder. Master Skywalker, in all his aged glory, stood over me, his other hand out stretched to Findlan. I turned to my attacker. He stood motionless, his palm still facing were I was standing. His face was an ugly, twisted figure of what it used to be.
"Are you alright?" Master Skywalker croaked.
"Fine." Was all I was able to manage. I raised my hands to see the damage to my skin. My arms were still smoking, but the damage was minimal. I wasn't burned too much, but my limbs felt like rubber. I tried to stand, but the old man's hand pressed me down.
"Rest your muscles." He said. "Findlen is in a stasis field. James, I need you to go and get Nurse Frost and tell here what has happened." James nodded and ran from the room.
I stayed on the ground as master skywalker bound Findlen with electro-cuffs and released him from the stasis. It was as if he hadn't been frozen. He was still laughing furiously until he realized that he was bound. He looked down at his tied hands and moaned.
"This isn't the end. I'm not the only one in this school who has embraced the true path to power. I promise you'll all suffer at the hands of Lord-" He stopped abruptly. A look of confusion crossed his face; the he noticed Master Ters out stretched hand.
"No more propaganda from you, my friend." He said with a triumphant smirk. A wave of horror past me in the Force. I had to rub my temples to relieve to pain. A deep hatred was being exchanged, and I was caught in the middle of it. I looked from Master Ters to Findlen. Both were glowering at each other.
"Master Ters!" Master Skywalker said from Master Re-oz's side. He was kneeling next to his, healing the inner wounds. Master Ters shook his head and looked around the room. "Gray, hold his tongue down. I don't want anther word from his mouth." Gray was holding Talra close to him at the corner of a pillar holing up the dueling platform. He nodded and used the Force to take over Master Ters job of silencing Findlen.
When James came back, Nurse Frost, a pudgy human female came running after him pulling three Medical pods behind her. "Re-oz" she checked off his name on the program as he was lifted in. "Findlen." She looked at him side ways, a touch of fear in her eyes. "Rish"
"Oh no, I'm fine." I said struggling to stand. Nurse Frost walked over and helped me to my feet. "I'd like to see the Padawan who is 'fine' after receiving a force lightning, but sadly that day has not come yet." She patted me on the back with he large meaty hands.
