Name: Jerl Clouse
Gender: Male
Rank: Jedi Padawan/Knight, Posing as Private Second Class
Location: Dantoine
She didn't even consider that the information could hurt her. She then turned, and motioned for him to follow.
They made their way down the corridor that was right of the cell.
In the cell to the right of his, an Iktotchi sat in the corner. His horns went down to his shoulders, an ugly scowl on his face. Jerl's lightsaber was still ignited, but he was intimidated by the alien's face nonetheless.
They continued past the cell, onto the next. Now, Jerl tried to look away from the aliens that were contained within the cells. They freaked him out too much.
Auspa turned left at a cross in the halls. The corridor that they just exited had a sign on the door frame that read, "Narvath Sector."
The next corridor frame sign read, "Corusca Sector." That meant humans would be here.
Jerl dared to look at the slaves.
The first cell contained a Taung, a gray-skinned war alien native to Coruscant. The entire race moved to Madalore, but the person in charge of organizing the slaves must have put them in their native planets. The Taung, after seeing Jerl and his lightsaber, stood up. He easily towered over Jerl by about .8 meters. Jerl had to look up just to see his eyes, which were glowing yellow little slits. The Taung grunted before returning to its previous position.
The next cell contained a small human child. The boy barely looked ten. Blonde hair hid his face, and a tattered tunic he wore. Small shorts reached down a centimeter below his knees, freezing them. Jerl felt bad for the child, and looked away.
Eventually, Auspa exited the corridor.
"Where is your boss?" Jerl asked, still scarred from the slaves.
"He is in the room to the right of here, sir," She sounded confused. "Why would you want to visit him?"
"To give him a piece of my mind," Jerl muttered as he followed her directions. The door to the room was dark brown, so he figured he could destroy it.
He spun the lightsaber once so the blade faced behind him, then raised his arm. Jerl let it fall a bit, sinking into the door. Auspa yelped as he did so.
Within, a man screamed. Jerl carved a hole in the metal, which eventually fell forward into the room.
A fat man in a business suit sat in a chair, next to a Vulptereen. It's long snout strongly reminded Jerl of a boar.
The fat man screamed again, his voice deep yet pathetic, and shouted, "Uhghar! Attack!" The Vulptereen apprehensively drew a blaster from its holster. Uhghar fired at Jerl, who easily deflected the shot.
Jerl threw the Vulptereen on the ground, not harming him, and strided towards the fat man.
The man screamed, "Security!" but Jerl lopped off his head before any other orders could be given. As a Jedi I swore never to kill… What's come over me?
Name: Antony Quer
Gender: Male
Rank: Sergeant
Location: Dantooine
Antony sighed, and leapt at Everet. Everet blocked the blow, then drew something from a pouch on his belt. It was spherical, shiny, and very powerful.
Everet flashed the sphere, and Antony gasped. It was a thermal detonator, a type of bomb that could destroy Jabba's palace!
Everet squeezed a button on the side, which produced a,"Beep,". A digital screen showed the 30 second timer. Antony wanted to shriek, but he knew it would only waste precious time.
Moving quickly now, Antony leapt towards the broken ship. He could try to fix it, but he wouldn't be able to do it in time. Instead, he would try to use it as cover.
Everet laughed at his futile attempts to save himself from the bomb.
A, "Buzsh," signified the activation of a lightsaber behind Everet.
Everet spun around on his left heel to see who made the sound.
The Rogue One was in the air, its cargo door open. Jerl stood there, probably keeping the ship in hover. Jerl's lightsaber was the sound he heard, the green blade not at all wavering.
Everet cursed, then shot at the Jedi. He swung his lightsaber, and deflected the shot. Antony waved, then leapt towards the ship. Everet fired again, but missed. Antony fell on the metal, producing a, "screech!". Antony stumbled forward, and landed on the ground. Everet smiled and jumped. A sudden boost from somewhere flew threw him. The boost landed him exactly at the level of the ship's cargo area.
Jerl was gone now, probably piloting the ship. Antony stood there, orange lightsaber ignited. He rushed Everet, who was still recovering. Everet quickly ignited his own, and defended. Sparks flew every which way as they clashed.
"W-what do you want?" Antony asked through gritted teeth.
"To complete my mission!" With that, Everet gave a shove. Antony stumbled backward, dazed, and Everet seized the opportunity to attack. He leapt towards Antony, lightsaber aimed at his chest.
Antony threw out a hand. Everet expected it to be a futile attempt to protect himself from the fatal blow, but instead it was filled will the Force.
Aw, crap. Everet thought as he flew into a wall to the left of him. The metal met Everet's shoulder first, causing him to grunt as the pain flew into the shoulder. In a steely movement, Antony ran over to him, lightsaber above his head.
"P-please no! I'll work for the rebellion, just please don't kill me!" Everet lied in a desperate tone.
"I don't believe you, but I won't kill you," Antony decided after a moment of careful thought.
Everet figured as much. Antony stole the other half of the once double-bladed lightsaber, and bound Everet in cuffs. The pair was slightly too small, so Everet couldn't move his hands much. Not saying that if they were the right size he could move them freely, but the heat from the plasma circles made him on edge.
Antony lead Everet into a room, about 5 feet on each side, and at least ten in the air. What the room was originally for, Everet nor Antony had any idea. "Take a seat," Antony motioned a hand to the ground.
"Great," Everet muttered as he awkwardly sat down on the cold metal. Antony shut the door lightly, then walked away.
"Hope you're coming back!" Everet called through the metal. He got no response.
Name: Jerl Clouse
Gender: Male
Rank: Jedi Padawan/Knight, posing as Private Second Class
Location: N/A
Mission: Aid Antony Quer
Once Antony had jumped, Jerl had scurried back to the cockpit. Clashing lightsaber sounds came from the cargo area as Jerl ran down the hallway.
Finally, he had made it to the cockpit. A single, lasting, "Buszhh" signified two lightsaber being held and pressed against each other.
Jerl had sat down, and prepared for take-off when the sound came to an end with a slight, "Keick". The sound of them being activated was still there, though.
Jerl decided to activate hyperspace right then. The path was clear, for now, and Jerl didn't see why not.
The ship charged, then flew the ship faster than the speed of light. Jerl almost flew forward in his seat, but soon the speed felt normal.
The lightsabers deactivated, creating a, "cshet" sound.
After a few quick words, Antony walked into the cockpit.
"How's it in here?" Antony asked as he sat down at the seat beside Jerl.
"Fine. Better question is what just happened to you?"
"Lightsaber duel, nothing special. Got a prisoner for the Rebellion. A strong one, too."
"Always nice," Jerl sarcastically muttered under his breath.
"Indeed," Antony replied. Jerl was surprised he heard him.
Jerl sighed, as he realized now he would have to return to the Rebellion, a Jedi instead of a soldier. Antony acknowledged the feeling with a subtle nod.
A, "beep," interrupted Jerl's apprehension.
Antony took a gander at the controls, and his face drained until it was white. "Low Fuel. Must have drained quite a bit when we were falling into the atmosphere…"
"We're gonna' crash… again!" Jerl exclaimed, bewildered that his live was, for the second time that day, endangered by a ship crash.
The windows on the ship no longer showed varrying shades of blue, instead showing a black with small specks off white.
Jerl grasped the bottom of his seat with both hands, preparing himself for the shaking. Antony excused himself from the room for a quick moment with a,"Be right back."
Antony ran out of the room, leaving Jerl alone. Alone, maybe for the last time in his live. Fear overcame him, paralyzing him. The fear was stronger than anything Jerl could counter.
The fear, for Jerl could almost feel and hear it, leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Pathetic. Can't even pilot a ship…" Fear shook it's head, and finally, Jerl realized it wasn't fear he was feeling.
It was Darth Sideous, Dark Lord of the Sith.
