Post by Starkindler (The Naked Jedi) on Feb 27, 2006 23:12:06 GMT -5
OK. tossed this together quickly tonight......
all still holds together.
I left lots of room for you guys to play with............
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Yes. Vious could feel the thrill of the hunt mounting, finally. He’d struck out for the coordinates on the Holoprojector only to sense his quarry enigmatically behind him somewhere. He had doubled back to Mos Eisley and begun again only to be pinned down by a sandstorm. When it had cleared enough to go on he’d fallen behind his prey and had to push his swoop to catch up. Not really a problem since his modified repulsors were capable of great speed, but he sensed time was running out and felt a need to hurry.
Hett lead them on a mad race through the narrow canyons. Even Kaelyn’s Jedi reflexes were taxed trying to keep from becoming a part of the walls they sped past. Hett seemed to be enjoying himself a bit and looked back now and again. Reassurance came back to Kaelyn through the Force. Hett knew these canyons, he realized, and it was likely their pursuer did not. The knot in Kaelyn’s stomach eased a bit as he saw the advantage this would give them. A few moments later Hett pulled up sharply at a split in the passage.
“Take the right fork,” Hett ordered, “Stay right for seven splits then go only left from there. We will meet up shortly after that. Be quick, our stalker is Force Sensitive.”
Kaelin had vaguely sensed as much and wanted to ask Hett how he could sound so positive, but knew this could make or break their advantage so he gave a nod of understanding and shot down the right fork. Hett watched as he turned out of sight and then shot down the Left fork. He could sense the rising emotion of their pursuer and wondered why. Why could he sense that? It could only mean that whomever pursued them was someone Hett had known, had shared a hunt with, sometime long ago. It frustrated him that he couldn’t place the presence clearly. He didn’t want to be surprised when whomever it was caught up to them. He needed to remember so he had come up with a plan.
He had sent Kaelyn down the more indirect path hoping it’s twists and turns would help shield him from their pursuer while he took the more direct route. This would lead the hunter to follow him, as the nearer quarry, and might give him a chance to figure out who he was, as he got closer. If he timed it right they might still get away…IF the cave was still there, still open, and still rigged for Bantha.....
......arrgghh!!” Makirto growled in frustration yet again as they set down, roughly, in the berth at Mos-Espa. His missing hand was making piloting, and especially landing, a difficulty he was not used to dealing with.
“Well if you’d let one of us help….” Ryn began, only to be snarled at in return.
“It’s my ship and my job to fly her,” Makirto replied.
The others knew he was reacting to his confrontation with the Emperor’s Hand and let him vent and spout. Truth be told, he was doing a good job of piloting even one handed. The Cryo-seal Protecting Makitro’s limb thumped on the ramp activator and he swarmed out of the chair telling them to stay put while he got them re-fueled. “Not good for us to be seen together here. Stay out of sight and we can be gone that much quicker.”
Ryn and her padawan looked at each other, but made no rebuttal. He did have a point and they had other things to discuss right now anyway.
“Master, why did you let him go off alone like that?” She began as soon as Makirto had left the ship.
“It was something he needed to do. Besides he said he’d meet us on Dantooine, I never agreed to that.”
“So we’re not leaving?”
“Oh we’re leaving alright. Just not without him, that’s all. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be right glad to see us too.”
“This ‘Hand person?” she asked wide-eyed.
“If I’m right the Emperor’s Hand will be only one of the problems we’ll have to deal with.” Ryn answered. They both grew silent as each thought of the possibilities.
Makirto must have either bribed someone or, more likely, spared someone’s life because they were refueled in record time. The Zabrak swarmed back into the command station spouting arrival estimates for Dantooine and stopped short as he saw the two women sitting there staring quietly at him.
“What?” He shot out almost guiltily.
“We’re going to find him.” They said in unison.
This had the effect of short-circuiting any argument Makirto might have made. Something in the tone of their combined statement told him the argument would not have gone his way. So he stood there blinking a few moments more then sat wordlessly in the pilot’s chair.
“Do I at least get to fly my own ship?” He asked with his hand poised over the ramp activator.
“Of course my boy!” Ryn said smiling. “Even one handed you’re better at flying this thing than either of us would be…and we’re going to need that skill.” She finished winking at him.
“Great!” He scoffed as he powered up the repulsors. “After all I’ve still got another hand and two feet for that devil to chop off. You all can escape while I keep him busy.” He finished with a barely concealed sneer. Inside though he really did want another crack at that guy.
“Head out East over the Dune Sea.” Ryn said as they lifted off. “Let’s hope we’re in time.”….
….Something was wrong. He could feel them ahead somewhere in these canyons and had slowed his pace just enough to keep from falling into any ambush they might launch. They weren’t lying in wait and they weren’t afraid. Odd how he could tell that, one of them at least, was older, calm, and curious. He wondered how he could sense that. That was definitely not something he was used to sensing through the Dark Side.
He stopped his swoop at a fork in the passage for a moment to focus and think. There were two of them he was sure. Their sense was thinner in the Force somehow. It was as if they had either grown much farther away or…..and then he had it! They had split up at this fork and each taken a different path! Why? They had to know their chances were better together. Down the right fork he could get only a vague sense, but the left was a beacon to him. More importantly, that sense of curiosity came from the left.
Darth Vious was momentarily torn. He felt that someone wanted him to go down the left fork, knew that was the easier path to his enemy, but he held back. Something in the back of his mind, a memory, stirred. “Quicker. Easier is the Dark Side,” he remembered hearing, “Once you start down that path; forever will it dominate you.”
He shook his head as the memory faded. Right! Since he had already started on that path he might as well stick to it. He sped off in pursuit of his quarry, or was it in pursuit of that curiosity, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that time was short and he needed to catch them soon. Somewhere up ahead he knew his prey could sense him closing. He was eager to see who it was, for he felt certain now it was an encounter that would shape his destiny…
all still holds together.
I left lots of room for you guys to play with............
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yes. Vious could feel the thrill of the hunt mounting, finally. He’d struck out for the coordinates on the Holoprojector only to sense his quarry enigmatically behind him somewhere. He had doubled back to Mos Eisley and begun again only to be pinned down by a sandstorm. When it had cleared enough to go on he’d fallen behind his prey and had to push his swoop to catch up. Not really a problem since his modified repulsors were capable of great speed, but he sensed time was running out and felt a need to hurry.
Hett lead them on a mad race through the narrow canyons. Even Kaelyn’s Jedi reflexes were taxed trying to keep from becoming a part of the walls they sped past. Hett seemed to be enjoying himself a bit and looked back now and again. Reassurance came back to Kaelyn through the Force. Hett knew these canyons, he realized, and it was likely their pursuer did not. The knot in Kaelyn’s stomach eased a bit as he saw the advantage this would give them. A few moments later Hett pulled up sharply at a split in the passage.
“Take the right fork,” Hett ordered, “Stay right for seven splits then go only left from there. We will meet up shortly after that. Be quick, our stalker is Force Sensitive.”
Kaelin had vaguely sensed as much and wanted to ask Hett how he could sound so positive, but knew this could make or break their advantage so he gave a nod of understanding and shot down the right fork. Hett watched as he turned out of sight and then shot down the Left fork. He could sense the rising emotion of their pursuer and wondered why. Why could he sense that? It could only mean that whomever pursued them was someone Hett had known, had shared a hunt with, sometime long ago. It frustrated him that he couldn’t place the presence clearly. He didn’t want to be surprised when whomever it was caught up to them. He needed to remember so he had come up with a plan.
He had sent Kaelyn down the more indirect path hoping it’s twists and turns would help shield him from their pursuer while he took the more direct route. This would lead the hunter to follow him, as the nearer quarry, and might give him a chance to figure out who he was, as he got closer. If he timed it right they might still get away…IF the cave was still there, still open, and still rigged for Bantha.....
......arrgghh!!” Makirto growled in frustration yet again as they set down, roughly, in the berth at Mos-Espa. His missing hand was making piloting, and especially landing, a difficulty he was not used to dealing with.
“Well if you’d let one of us help….” Ryn began, only to be snarled at in return.
“It’s my ship and my job to fly her,” Makirto replied.
The others knew he was reacting to his confrontation with the Emperor’s Hand and let him vent and spout. Truth be told, he was doing a good job of piloting even one handed. The Cryo-seal Protecting Makitro’s limb thumped on the ramp activator and he swarmed out of the chair telling them to stay put while he got them re-fueled. “Not good for us to be seen together here. Stay out of sight and we can be gone that much quicker.”
Ryn and her padawan looked at each other, but made no rebuttal. He did have a point and they had other things to discuss right now anyway.
“Master, why did you let him go off alone like that?” She began as soon as Makirto had left the ship.
“It was something he needed to do. Besides he said he’d meet us on Dantooine, I never agreed to that.”
“So we’re not leaving?”
“Oh we’re leaving alright. Just not without him, that’s all. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be right glad to see us too.”
“This ‘Hand person?” she asked wide-eyed.
“If I’m right the Emperor’s Hand will be only one of the problems we’ll have to deal with.” Ryn answered. They both grew silent as each thought of the possibilities.
Makirto must have either bribed someone or, more likely, spared someone’s life because they were refueled in record time. The Zabrak swarmed back into the command station spouting arrival estimates for Dantooine and stopped short as he saw the two women sitting there staring quietly at him.
“What?” He shot out almost guiltily.
“We’re going to find him.” They said in unison.
This had the effect of short-circuiting any argument Makirto might have made. Something in the tone of their combined statement told him the argument would not have gone his way. So he stood there blinking a few moments more then sat wordlessly in the pilot’s chair.
“Do I at least get to fly my own ship?” He asked with his hand poised over the ramp activator.
“Of course my boy!” Ryn said smiling. “Even one handed you’re better at flying this thing than either of us would be…and we’re going to need that skill.” She finished winking at him.
“Great!” He scoffed as he powered up the repulsors. “After all I’ve still got another hand and two feet for that devil to chop off. You all can escape while I keep him busy.” He finished with a barely concealed sneer. Inside though he really did want another crack at that guy.
“Head out East over the Dune Sea.” Ryn said as they lifted off. “Let’s hope we’re in time.”….
….Something was wrong. He could feel them ahead somewhere in these canyons and had slowed his pace just enough to keep from falling into any ambush they might launch. They weren’t lying in wait and they weren’t afraid. Odd how he could tell that, one of them at least, was older, calm, and curious. He wondered how he could sense that. That was definitely not something he was used to sensing through the Dark Side.
He stopped his swoop at a fork in the passage for a moment to focus and think. There were two of them he was sure. Their sense was thinner in the Force somehow. It was as if they had either grown much farther away or…..and then he had it! They had split up at this fork and each taken a different path! Why? They had to know their chances were better together. Down the right fork he could get only a vague sense, but the left was a beacon to him. More importantly, that sense of curiosity came from the left.
Darth Vious was momentarily torn. He felt that someone wanted him to go down the left fork, knew that was the easier path to his enemy, but he held back. Something in the back of his mind, a memory, stirred. “Quicker. Easier is the Dark Side,” he remembered hearing, “Once you start down that path; forever will it dominate you.”
He shook his head as the memory faded. Right! Since he had already started on that path he might as well stick to it. He sped off in pursuit of his quarry, or was it in pursuit of that curiosity, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that time was short and he needed to catch them soon. Somewhere up ahead he knew his prey could sense him closing. He was eager to see who it was, for he felt certain now it was an encounter that would shape his destiny…