Hi, sorry for the long wait. For my apology, I have written a fairly long chapter. Hope you enjoy. As I had broken my promis twice about action, I have action in this. Its basically an all action chapter here. Hope you enjoy the good old lightsaber against a random blaster, and some saber clashing! :)
WARNING! This chapter contains graphic detail of self torture. If you do not read scenes such as this, I would advise you do not read it. I will leave an authors not for when the self infliction begins if you wish to avoid it. Hope you enjoy the rest if you do avoid it. I'm not sure its that graphic, but I want to be safe just in case for anyone who does not like graphic scenes.
Chapter 7. The cobra strikes.
An ear piercing explosion rang out, deafening him, followed by an abrupt shaking of the Earth, causing objects to bounce and ricochet off walls and the floor.
Obi-Wan stumbled and tripped from the violent shake, but with the quick aid of the Force, he regained his footing and slammed his back against the wall, unfortunately causing his healing injuries to hurt.
Obi-Wan scrunched his eyes tightly shut and yelped softly from the pain shooting up through him.
He had to focus. He couldn't let the pain cloud his senses.
"Obi-Wan!"
'Satine…'
"Obi-Wan! Help me!"
Obi-Wan snapped his eyes open, alarm and fear gleaming in them. He pushed the pain stubbornly down, and tried to find his calm centre, to which he found extremely difficult. Checking to see if his saber was hooked to his belt, he began to run marvellously well, despite his injuries to find Satine. He ignored the blistering pain running up his side as he pushed on in his sprint. Nothing would stop him.
That was until he reached the throne room to find himself surrounded by a number of droidekas. Obi-Wan at least counted seven of them. They each trotted forwards on their three stub like and crabby legs, creating a smaller space for the circle that already enclosed the experience Jedi Master.
His hand brushed across his lightsaber hilt softly, calloused and rough finger tips gliding over the cold metal that rest at his hip. The droidekas twin blasters inched towards him, them each in turn inching slightly forwards.
In a flash the Jedi was gone.
The confused droids stumbled forwards once again, sharing glances and speaking machine in a confused tongue. Droids were stupid really. They couldn't think. If they did, they'd have surely taken over the human race many years ago.
The Jedi Master landed down upon one unsuspecting droid, the moment his boots connected with the droids head, he plunged his blue blade into the front of its head, destroying it. Its red eyes flickered on and off like a malfunctioning street lamp before shutting down with a low moan. The other droids turned to face him standing in the middle, lightsaber bearing arm down. They shot relentlessly at him, only for him to jump high once more in the air. The red bolts met their unfortunate and undesired targets. Three droids down, four to go.
Obi-Wan ran at full speed towards another droid, slicing it through with his blue blade. He then jumped over the other two who were facing him and sliced down the other one, watching it fall in half before his blue-grey eyes. The other two droids were slowly trying to turn to face him like a crab. Obi-Wan glanced above him and spotted a crystal blue chandelier dangling right above the droidekas. In one fluent motion, he threw his lightsaber up towards it. With the aid of the Force, he guided the lightsaber to cut through the supports. They smouldered their way through it like a knife on butter.
Obi-Wan dived out the way of the toppling chandelier as it crushed the two droidekas near him, all in one motion he had caught his lightsaber, but unfortunately hadn't managed to land on his good side. He grunted in pain as he collided with the hard marble floor beneath his fragile ribs and burn. He glanced towards the crushed droids who's legs twitched and sparked at where the rest of its body should be connected to. The chandelier was in pieces, crystal debris scattering the floor.
The Jedi Master threw himself up, but yelled and stepped back in as a wave of pain erupted through him like a firing volcano. His hand had instinctively clutched his right side. Removing his hand, he found it had been printed with blood, and looking to his injury he saw the crimson liquid begin to slowly ooze through and appear through the cloth of his tunic.
Obi-Wan couldn't focus on that though. He had to locate Satine. Pushing his pain aside once more, he closed his eyes, all the while his body swaying from side to side, as he attempted to lock onto Satine's location through the Force.
She wasn't difficult to find. Her aura was bright and pulsating through the Force, despite the fear he could sense coming from her. He found her as his beacon, drawing him to it. He locked onto it and heard her cry for him again.
"Obi, Her voice was much quieter than before when she had yelled for him, but it remained strong. "Help me, please."
"I'm coming Satine,"
He replied through their renewing bond he had grew with her in his padawan days. He prayed to the Force that she was able to receive his gentle, reassuring voice.
He raced through to the balcony located outside the dining room, the Force surging through him.
Though as tiring as it may be to keep it running through you, Obi-Wan ignored his fatigue. The Force also seemed to keep him going though, flowing through his veins like a quick acting antidote. He could feel it give him strength. The Force was his ally tonight.
Satine struggled in her captors arms. It reminded her of a few months ago back on the Coronet, where she was held in Merrik's grip, his arm tightening around her throat as this same person was doing now.
"Ugh! Why are you doing this? Who are you!" She demanded, as she wriggled in the man's grip.
The cold and chilling voice that responded stopped her dead in her tracks. Her blood turned to ice in her veins, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
"Duchess, how many times must I attempt to kill you myself that you have to ask for my identification? Really I think we know each other very well." The man somehow managed to remove his helmet whilst keeping Satine in his grip.
Satine glanced over her shoulder to see blonde hair appear. The mandalorian accent and blonde hair was enough to confirm her suspicions and Vizla smirked at her, his ice blue eyes twinkling in delight. "Duchess," He addressed
Satine turned her head away from him and raised her chin high in the air, looking somewhat pompous.
Her captor chuckled. "Now, is that any way polite? Especially from someone of such high stature."
"I'll show you no such respect," Satine snapped. "You're a traitor to Mandalore and its people."
"Wrong!" Vizla snapped. "You're the traitor; for you have abolished our old warrior ways. As I said before, you have tarnished the very name Mandalorian."
Just then heavy and rapid footfalls echoed near them from the dining room. Both Satine and Vizla recognized the auburn coloured dot quickly approaching from the far side.
Satine heard Vizla growl in frustration, she could feel it rumbling from within his chest.
"Kenobi," He barked as the auburn figure came more into view. "How kind of you to decide to join us." Vizla did not fail to notice the crimson patch that had dried up upon Obi-Wan's tunic from where he previously made his mark. It was still bleeding. He could see the pale complexion it was having on the Jedi's skin. It would be easier to take him out and inject him with the serum. Either that or Kenobi would die whilst fighting from blood loss.
His ice blue eyes also noticed the crusted blood that had settled upon his hands and had now stained the silver and gold metal of his saber hilt.
"Let her go, Vizla." Obi-Wan ordered, and he did not fail to notice the shakiness in the young Masters voice. He was weakening where he stood. This would be exceptionally too easy.
"Surely you must know that I am not going to meet that request, Kenobi." Vizla said in a sing song voice.
"It - it was not a request, Vizla," Obi-Wan responded, his voice getting lower, and starting to pause as he gasped for breath. How much blood had he lost now? "Now let her go, that's an order."
"Sorry, I don't take orders from Jedi."
Obi-Wan raised his lightsaber as best he could, the tip of the blade pointing towards Vizla and Satine.
"Then I shall make you."
He laughed, and Obi-Wan could only stare at him through his spotted vision. "Make me? You can barely stand! I'll kill her before you can get close to me."
"I don't need to come close." Obi-Wan said, instantly raising his left hand and giving a strong Force push to Vizla, which knocked him off his feet and unfortunately, as he was standing near the balconies edge, he toppled over the railing, Satine still in his embrace.
"Obi!" Her voice filled his ears as she plummeted down with Vizla. Obi-Wan had already began chasing after them, and he leaped over the edge, his arms spread out like an eagle in flight, as he let gravity pull him down. He then twisted into a vertical dive so that he would catch up to Satine. His vertical form allowed him to cut through the air like a knife.
Arms outstretched, Obi-Wan ripped Satine from Vizla's arms into his own. He then whipped out his grapple and threw it towards the wall. The nose tunnelled its way into the wall, gripping into it. Arms around his neck, with his one arm around her waist firmly, Satine held onto him tightly, burying her face into his neck to stop the wind slapping her face.
Meanwhile, Vizla did not fall to his death, but instead activated his jet pack, slowing his fall. He hovered in the air as the jet pack roared to life, fire coming out of its rocket lines. He began to ascend the building as did Obi-Wan and Satine on their grappling hook.
Obi-Wan spotted Vizla approaching, his viroblade coming to life. Instructing Satine to hold tightly onto him, he grabbed his lightsaber and bought it to life. The hanging Jedi swung at Vizla as he passed him, Vizla having to swerve away from him and up to the top from what otherwise would have been a deadly blow.
Obi-Wan lifted Satine over the railing, ignoring the fire like pain searing its way up his right side, and the small sound of tearing as the stitches one by one began to rip, letting more blood leak then, Vizla soared up past the railing and landed on his feet at the other side, waiting for Kenobi for rise.
He struggled to rise over the edge from his injuries. Vizla felt pride for weakening Kenobi to such a state near death, twice.
Obi-Wan wavered slightly, his arm shaking slightly as he held his blade towards him.
"Surrender." He ordered weakly.
"No. There's someone who wants to see you." Confusion crossed Kenobi's face, but was soon replaced with recognition when a bald figure strode elegantly out from the dining room, two commando droids by her side. Her black robes flowed elegantly around her freet.
The two commandos marched beside her. Something bronze and sharp slid out of their forearms with a loud shrill hiss. It looked to be a sword.
"Hello my dear Obi-Wan," Ventress smoothly said. "Its so lovely to see you again."
"Hello, Ventress. What brings you here?"
"Why my dear, I've been hired to come and kill you."
"We are not killing him," Vizla said darkly. "we are immobilizing him. I want him for my own personal game."
Obi-Wan was confused. Vizla had wanted to kill Obi-Wan ever since the plot to eliminate himself and the duchess.
"And what is that game, Vizla?" Obi-Wan asked the Death Watch leader.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." That gave Obi-Wan the warning to watch out. Vizla was planning on taking him prisoner.
"Ventress. Do make sure you leave him in a suitable condition."
"I can't promise if he'll sill retain some limbs." Ventress cooed, as she unclipped her twin sabers from her belt and activated them, a blood red blade emitting to life with a hiss. Satine stayed covered in a corner behind Obi-Wan, fear in her blue eyes for Obi-Wan, who was now definitely wavering, and his skin complexion sheet white, a huge blood patch on his tunic side, racing to the front and dripping down onto the floor in front of her.
The Jedi and Sith apprentice circled each other, eyes never leaving the other, one in perfect form, the other barely managing to keep in form. The Sith witch had an unfair advantage, but when did the bad guys ever play fair?
Ventress lashed out at Obi-Wan, who could barely hold the twin blades away form his face as well as his own. His arms were weak, as was his body from lack of blood. Satine didn't know how much longer he could hold on for.
A few more wild blows from Ventress, and Obi-Wan couldn't hold her off any longer. He didn't want to be hit with her sabers, so summed up whatever strength he could muster, and sent a very powerful Force push towards her.
Venbtress hadn't anticipated the tactic, and was knocked off her feet and into the wall with a shuddering crack. She yelled in pain as her limp body fell to the floor in a massive heap, with concrete piling on top of her.
Obi-Wan, now completely drained of the Force and his own strength, fell to his knees, his hands landing to stop his head from cracking off the floor. His lightsaber had rolled out of his hand. Satine ran to him and kneeled next to him, placing her hands on his back, and trying to support him. One hand had gone to his injury, which he was trying to keep pressurized, his forehead was sweating badly, droplets of moisture dripping off his unruly hair.
Suddenly, Satine felt cold hands on her, and her feet lifted off the floor.
"Move," Vizla growled, carrying her away from him.
"No! Let me go! Obi!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
Obi-Wan didn't have the strength at all to lift his head up towards her. Satine could only imagine the Pain in his eyes right now.
Vizla dropped her, and as she tried to run towards Obi-Wan, the two commando droids who had stood beside Ventress earlier grabbed her tightly by each arm. She tried to yank herself free but to no avail.
Vizla approached Obi-Wan slowly. He was savouring each step that he took closer to his victory. He finally reached the near unconscious Jedi. The Death Watch leader kneeled down next to the nearly limp form. Kenobi was a stubborn man. Even though he was out of whatever strength he had, he still refused to slip away.
Vizla pulled out a syringe with a blue liquid inside.
"I've waited many months for this. Now I promise, this is going to hurt a lot. But I will take immense pleasure in watching you squirm and writhe in agonizing pain. You see a test subject yesterday had suffered an unfortunate fate when injected with this, but this is specifically produced to take down a Jedi. So, really, this is going to be even more agonizing for you.
"As your strength is wavering, you'll be lucky to survive. I don't care whether you die today or suffer through this to live for another day. I'll have you in my custody, and you will die slowly, painfully - and I will take immense pleasure watching you suffer."
(A/N. This is where the self totrute begins. If you do not wish to read this bit, scroll down until you see another note that will inform you it is over).
He flicked the needle, the blue liquid dripping off it slightly. He then quickly and forcefully plunged the needle into the side of Obi-Wan's neck, right into the vein.
Stepping back, he then watched as Obi-Wan twitched. He began to moan, which soon turned into low yells, and then even louder. He began to feel a fire running through him, all the way around him. Then it began at his injured side. He felt as if his side was infested with fire beetles.
He ripped off that side of his tunic and began ripping his stitches open, opening the wound. He yelled in more volume as he tried to rip out something that wasn't there.
Satine watched in horror as Obi-Wan was tearing himself apart. Blood from his side was rushing out every where. It was all over the tunic, his side, running down his leg, and all onto the floor. The man was covered more in red than the cream coloured tunic he wore. Skin tissue with stitches and more flesh and skin hung off him in tendrils, some scattering on the floor, some tissue fresh, others healing or dead, taking on a pinkish yellow shade. Blood wasweeping from him at a rapid pace, squirting over him. Force the man was killing himself.
"Obi!" She screamed, only to be smacked by the droid. A gash appeared on her cheek from where the steel had collided with her. "No!" She was smacked again, which caused her to fall to the floor.
Vizla howled with laughter, which haunted the air, and Satine's ears. The man was sadistic.
"You see, duchess, this drug has a serious psychological effect on a Jedi's mind, as Obi-Wan is demonstrating here," He turned back to Obi-Wan, who had now stopped clawing at his side, and began twisting on the floor in pain, his blood curdling screams echoing through the area. He was now completely painted in red that stained the floor. There was no other colour but red, that horrible red. It would haunt Satine's dreams forever.
(A/N. End of self torture).
"Please," Satine whispered. "Please stop it."
Vizla stared at her, ignoring Obi-Wan's shrill but piercing cries. His eyes held no remorse for what he was doing.
Obi-Wan was no longer ripping at his side, but was now yelling at the top of his voice. He was rolling from side to side, blood all over the floor, which was now the substance Obi-Wan was painted in. The colour red would forever haunt her dreams.
Vizla was like coiled cobra.
The cobra had struck.
Poor Obi and Satine. Next chapter involves Vizla with his demands, and Obi-Wan will have a trial in the realm of the Force somehow. I'll figure something out, and hopefully sooner. Hope this chapter was ok and hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to leave that all important review that is encouraged by all authors. I'll give you a choco bar. ;)