Chap. 3 Bastila:
My head was aching. I couldn't believe the Sith knew that I was on board the Endar Spire. It made me wonder if it had anything to do with the Council's last minute decision to include Rian Vega in the crew. How many lives were lost and for what? Rian was probably among the list of the dead, all for the better good, I suppose. I'm sure the Council would have known what to do next but they were on Dantooine.
That left only me to save myself now. I couldn't just wait in the escape pod for the Sith, but I was completely drained. I had drawn heavily upon the Force during the Endar Spire's battle using my Battle Meditation.
There were noises outside of the pod, so I snapped to attention. I'd rather die than let the Sith take me. My lightsaber was missing. It must have fallen from my belt during the crash. No lightsaber, and too exhausted to use the Force. A rather difficult predicament, I'd say.
I pawed the seats and panels of the escape pod, searching for something, anything really. Bastila Shan would not be taken easily, I was determined.
The Rodian who pried the pod's door open was given the brief opportunity to kiss the bottom of my boot. He was sent sprawling rather easily, but another thug quickly took his place.
I disposed of them efficiently as well. I aimed for a Twi'lek's lekku. I've been told that they're very sensitive. But for every one that was downed there were three more to deal with.
A Rodian wrapped his fingers around my wrist and a human grabbed a handful of my hair. There were too many.
"You are making a grave mistake." I received a swift kick to the ribs and raucous laughter for my trouble. They certainly weren't Sith, but I knew my treatment in their hands would be no less gentle.
My head was aching. I couldn't believe the Sith knew that I was on board the Endar Spire. It made me wonder if it had anything to do with the Council's last minute decision to include Rian Vega in the crew. How many lives were lost and for what? Rian was probably among the list of the dead, all for the better good, I suppose. I'm sure the Council would have known what to do next but they were on Dantooine.
That left only me to save myself now. I couldn't just wait in the escape pod for the Sith, but I was completely drained. I had drawn heavily upon the Force during the Endar Spire's battle using my Battle Meditation.
There were noises outside of the pod, so I snapped to attention. I'd rather die than let the Sith take me. My lightsaber was missing. It must have fallen from my belt during the crash. No lightsaber, and too exhausted to use the Force. A rather difficult predicament, I'd say.
I pawed the seats and panels of the escape pod, searching for something, anything really. Bastila Shan would not be taken easily, I was determined.
The Rodian who pried the pod's door open was given the brief opportunity to kiss the bottom of my boot. He was sent sprawling rather easily, but another thug quickly took his place.
I disposed of them efficiently as well. I aimed for a Twi'lek's lekku. I've been told that they're very sensitive. But for every one that was downed there were three more to deal with.
A Rodian wrapped his fingers around my wrist and a human grabbed a handful of my hair. There were too many.
"You are making a grave mistake." I received a swift kick to the ribs and raucous laughter for my trouble. They certainly weren't Sith, but I knew my treatment in their hands would be no less gentle.
