Liz and JC arrive at nite train's profile and knock on the door. Nite train opens it shortly after.
me: Hey guys, glad you could make it!
JC: Glad to be here, right Liz?
Liz: Yeah, I guess… So what do you have planned for us? All author notes have some kind of storyline, right?
me: Ummm… I'm not sure, but I know some people that I can count on for a good time, if that's what you're asking for.
Liz: Good, let's do it!
me: *whistles* wait for it…
A giant three headed boxer/rottweiler mix bursts out of the ground.
both Liz and JC: Woah! What the heck?!
me: *rubs the dog's belly* Good boy, Cerbs… Liz, JC, meet Cerberus. He's our ride.
JC: Sweet! He's cute… In a nightmarish kind of way…
Liz: Well, it's better than nothing…
me: Liz, cheer up and do the disclaimer!
Liz: Nite train doesn't own star wars, anything within the star wars universe, myself, or jordycat2000. He does own his OCs.
elsewhere…
The three siblings awoke in the dark to the same sound. A distant booming thud echoed through the forest, then another, then another. The thuds grew louder as they slowly seemed to approach the three from the shadows of the night.
Tisla and Shorya were the first to act, first finding each other, then Rathe as they swiftly moved away from the noise, stumbling as the thick darkness seemed to tug at their ankles to trip them.
"Sis, what's going on?" Rathe asked in a groggy yawn.
"Brother, be quiet." Shorya commanded in a harsh whisper.
The three moved in silence as the ceaseless thuds made the presence of a large creature in the dark well known.
A fireball screamed towards the three as they dove to the side of it. The tree that was in the path of the projectile burst into flames, illuminating the dense forest as Tisla, Rathe, and Shorya saw that an imperial AT-ST walker was their pursuer of the dark.
…
"RL-264 reporting, hostile natives found. Engaging targets unless otherwise commanded." reported the Imperial trooper from inside the cockpit of the mech.
"You have permission to engage." stated the trooper's superior through the onboard communicator.
…
The fire from the tree had jumped to nearby plants and to other trees as the forest began to catch fire. Shorya and Tisla had no idea why an imperial walker would be in the middle of the forest at this time, but they would worry about that later as they moved to escape both the walker and the fire. The shout of blaster fire rang out as the walker shot at the three firrerreo.
"AUGH!" Tisla screamed as she was hit in the leg from the blaster.
Shorya took Rathe from her and set him down as she helped Tisla limp along. "Brother, I want you to run that way and hide when you think it's safe, okay?" Shorya told the boy as he tried to help his sisters.
"But what about you?" asks Rathe frantically
"we'll be fine, Go!" Shorya commands. The boy ran and was untraceable as he leaped into the underbrush.
Shorya knew Rathe could handle himself for the most part, so she set Tisla down and gave her a sturdy branch to use as a makeshift crutch.
"You have a plan?" Tisla asks as she manages to hobble at walking speed behind Shorya.
"Not one that I see working out well, but I do have a plan. Distract it." Shorya tells her sister as she climbs a thick tree out of the sight of the walker.
Tisla keeps moving as both her sister and brother are now invisible to she and the walker.
The walker fires at Tisla as she evades the shots. Tisla suddenly falls to the ground as a root catches her by her good foot. The walker catches up to the firrerreo and takes aim to finish her off.
Shorya suddenly drops on top of the machine and moves into the cockpit with fury in her eyes as she began to brutalize the trooper inside.
Tisla had no idea that this was happening, and she watched the walker cockpit suddenly spin and convulse as the controls were moved randomly and harshly by the fight inside.
"Don't! Touch! My! Sister!" Shorya screamed as she ripped the helmet off of the trooper and beat his face with it, bashing him in between each word. She then threw him out of the walker and grabbed the blaster rifle and detpack detonator from inside the cockpit before leaping out of it. Shorya left the wounded trooper lying on the ground as the walker stood freely without a driver.
Tisla hugged her sister as the two of them moved away from the walker.
"Care to do the honors, Sister?" asked Shorya as she handed Tisla the detonator.
"With pleasure." Tisla responded as she set off the detpack inside the cockpit, destroying the walker as it toppled to the ground.
The two stopped for a moment to admire what they had accomplished, then set off to find their brother as the forest burned in their wake.
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Rathe ran without stopping. His legs begged him to rest, but he kept running until he could find a safe hiding spot. The glow of the wildfire had long since left Rathe, leaving him alone in the dark with only the fading light of the moon to guide him.
As if the clouds saw fit to leave the boy in the dark, the moon was covered, but Rathe ran forward even though his environment was devoid of light.
The darkness was no place for aimless running, and Rathe was shown that in a harsh manner as a low hanging branch seemed to throw itself at the head of the boy.
As his head impacted the branch, Rathe was airborne, then flat on his back in less than a half second. The boy tried desperately to get himself up, but his aching legs refused to move another inch. Rathe could only lie there as his exhausted body slipped into the grasp of sleep.
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The sun was high in the sky as Shorya and Tisla searched for their brother in the forest.
"Sis, why did you tell him to run off with NO DIRECTION AT ALL?" Tisla asked as she hobbled along, her leg had partially healed from the gunshot already.
"I don't know, Sister, I was too busy with you to think of that!" Shorya responded as thay searched for the boy.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?!" asked Tisla in an accusing manner.
"Nothing, let's just keep looking. He has to be somewhere around here…" Shorya waved the accusation off.
"UGH… You said that five hours ago! Why haven't we found him by now?" Asked Tisla as they walked.
"Probably because you've spent more time complaining than looking…" mumbled Shorya.
Tisla fumed, but fell silent as she had no means of countering her sister. She limped alongside her sister as they walked silently for a while longer.
Tisla stopped suddenly, "Sister…"
Shorya turned around to find Tisla staring intently to her left. She followed her eyes and nearly snapped in rage as she saw the object that caught Tisla's attention.
Surrounded by clear signs of a struggle in the landscape, was a single shoe that belonged to Rathe.
elsewhere…
Liz, nite train, and JC arrive at a victorian mansion on the back of Cerberus.
JC: WOAH… What is this place?
me: This is Authoress's profile. She has quite a collection of stories, so her profile reflects that.
JC: awesome…
Liz: Impressive… Well, what are you waiting for? Go get authoress!
me: don't rush me… *climbs down to get off of Cerberus and knocks on the door to authoress's profile* Yo, authoress!
the house is silent.
me: AUTHORESS! *bangs on the door* That's weird… Even if she wanted to ignore me, she would at least give an indication that she was here…
JC: Hey train! Take a look at this! *hands nite train a crumpled piece of paper*
me: *reads it* Oh no, someone kidnapped authoress!
Liz: Sweet, a storyline!
me: We need to get help. To m3At's profile!
JC: Do you know where m3At's profile is?
me: Hmm… nope, but knowing him, equestria is a good place to start looking.
Cerberus runs off to equestria with the three of them on his back.
And just like that, chapter two is DONE! Also, sorry about the cliffhanger, not really though… I'm really getting into this story quite a lot, which is funny because I didn't think I would be this interested in writing. With that said…
nite train, out!