Post by himiko sabbrawrra on Aug 7, 2005 22:02:58 GMT -5
Chapter 1
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A small ship emerged from hyperspace in the remnants of the Alderaan system. The ship, covered with battle scars and burns, was an old Jedi starship from the era of the New Republic that has since fallen. The pilot inside held her breath as she gazed at the graveyard that had once been her ancestors’ homeworld. The R4 unit beeped in the background and a message came up on screen.
“Yes R4, I know we shouldn’t be here. But I had to come here to honor the forgotten and lost.” The women flipped a little red switch and folded her arms across her chest as the small package she’d made shot out towards the graveyard. The package contained a Jedi lightsaber; one of the last of the old Order. The pilot touched her cheek as a tear rolled down her soft features; she closed her eyes and remembered the owner of that particular lightsaber…
LATER, ABOARD THE JEDI TRAINING SHIP
Shouts of terror fill the smoky air as Himiko ran down the hallway aboard the Jedi training ship Star of Freedom, her robes flowing behind her as she ran past fallen Jedi. Her brow narrowed and she clutched her lightsaber in her right hand; then ignited it as blaster bolts came speeding towards her. Her silver blade hummed and crackled as she brought it up and deflected a bolt that would have hit her in her right eye. Dodging more blasts quickly, she ran up and cut the mercenary from shoulder to waist; then continued on to the center of the ship.
“They found us… Sithspit!” She cursed as she turned and ran into Jedi Master K’yerliea, her mentor and master. The elder Jedi pulled Himiko into the next room and turned his saber off.
“Himiko, you need to get off the ship; there are too many now. The Sith have found us again and this time in greater numbers.” His graying hair and silver eyes pierced Himiko’s hazel gaze as she pulled her hood down, revealing her long, dark brown hair and trim facial features.
“Master-” She began, but K’yerliea cut her off.
“No, this time you listen. There are not many of us left and you are the strongest of the Jedi here. It’s you they want the most. Many of the others have already left. Go and find them and try to save as many as you can.” He pushed her aside as the hum of lightsabers coming down the hall became louder. He turned and looked back at his former Padawan.
“Promise me Himiko… get out of here, help bring the Order back, and defeat the Sith. There is one small fighter left in the hanger.” He ignited his purple saber and moved out into the hallway; Himiko stepped up next to him, trying to help him.
“NO! I won’t go without you!” Himiko yelled as she brought her weapon up, ready to rush into the fight. K’yerliea locked his saber with the black robed Sith and then force slammed Himiko back against the wall.
“NO! THIS IS NOT YOUR TIME! GO” He could see her eyes filled with pain and hope. She got up and looked back at him, her heart torn. For a moment she just stood there, undecided, then she nodded and turned back, holding her emotions in check as she headed for the docking bay. As she turned the corner she heard a scream and pain beyond compare flooded her mind as she felt her master fall. Then anger arose and began to fill her, but Himiko pushed it back. The time for grief would come later. Now was the time to flee as her master had wished.
She hurried to the hanger, meeting no one along the way. As she reached the door she sensed a trap. Bearing her weapon in her hand Himiko cautiously entered the hanger, stepping over fallen bodies of Sith and crew members; it looked like a Rancor came through. She opened herself to the force, searching for the trap as she walked up to the remaining starfighter.
“I thought I would find you here.” A dark, rich voice broke the haunting silence and Himiko turned to face a Sith Lord dressed in black robes, bearing his double-bladed, blood red lightsaber. His red and black tattooed face expressed no emotion as he stepped closer and pulled his hood down, revealing horns on his head. Himiko told the R4 droid in the starfighter to prepare for take off as she lets her outer robe fall to the ground and then turned back, staring at her enemy
“I thought I smelled a rotten bantha in here,” Himiko snarled and moved away from the ship.
“How very nice of you to compliment me, young one. But you won’t need the service of that ship, as you are coming with me.” The Sith brandished his weapon, stepped into attack range, and came in with a cut to Himiko’s torso and leg. Blocking the lower jab, Himiko leapt back and force slammed him into a pile of wreckage.
“I don’t think so Sith scum.” Himiko returned to her defensive position and waited as the Sith climbed out of the wreckage and cracked his neck.
“You have much power Himiko… yes I know who you are... and I am no ordinary Sith... I am Darth Penurious,” he said. Himiko’s eyes widened but she made no attempt to attack.
“Ahh... I see you know my name.” He spoke with thingyiness in his voice; then he struck at Himiko again; she blocked it but at that moment Penurious pushed down; then kicked her feet loose, sending her stumbling back. As she recovered he came at her again; Himiko flipped up and over, striking at his shoulder, cutting him. Penurious seemed not to notice and moved quickly before she landed, twisting and kicking up with his right leg, his foot hitting her full in the face before force slamming her into a wall, stunning her. Himiko slid to the ground and realized that her lightsaber was on the ground behind him; she closed her eyes in pain as he sauntered over to her. He licked his lips as he reached Himiko and raised his right hand, lifting her up in a force choke, his double bladed saber humming loudly as if it was hungry for blood.
“Too bad about your Master. He wasn’t as much of a challenge as you. But I enjoyed killing him.” His yellow eyes widened in pleasure as Himiko fought to breath. She worked to force air into her lungs, shaking at his taunting. She closed her eyes as he started to bring her away from the wall and opened herself to the force. Remembering her master’s teachings, Himiko sent an explosion of force power out at him, giving it almost all her strength. Penurious, not expecting her power, released her as it blew him back, slamming him into a destroyed ship with a loud crack.
Himiko dropped into a crouch and through her empathy she fed herself raw emotions, giving her power to move quickly past him and calling her saber back to her hand. Penurious regained his footing quickly, but not fast enough as Himiko came in and sliced a deep gash in his left arm, cutting down and cleaving his lightsaber in two. Howling in anger the Sith Lord spat blood from a cut lip; then sent Himiko flying back towards a sharp piece of metal. She slowed herself down and waved her hand at the object, moving it aside slightly and landing in a crouch. Penurious started to come at her again but was too slow from the cuts she had dealt him. Himiko, realizing that she can finish him off, straightened and started to come at him when a blaster bolt screamed by. She turned quickly in the direction from where it originated to see mercenaries and a few surviving Sith coming into the room. Penurious laughed despite the pain.
“You can’t win Jedi. Give up now... you have raw power and anger... I can teach you to use it, as your worth would be great.”
"Never." Himiko shot back. Realizing she was outnumbered she blocked more blaster bolts; then sprinted towards her waiting two-man fighter ship.
“R4, get us outta here!” Himiko deactivated her lightsaber and leaped into the thingypit, blaster bolts flying past her head. The droid beeped its confirmation as she strapped in.
“Deflector shields! NOW!” The shields went up and the bolts bounced harmlessly aside as Himiko pressed some more buttons to begin take off. The R4 unit beeped again.
“I know we’re in trouble; just hold on.” Himiko pulled up and lifted off the ground; as she did one of the mercenaries threw a small disrupter/tracker at the ship. Himiko didn’t notice the tracker. The ship shuddered as it lifted off the ground.
“d**n… main deflectors are out.” As Himiko maneuvered the fighter she noticed Penurious staring at her. The hate between them was strong and Himiko somehow knew that he would not rest until he had her in his grasp. Himiko turned again, headed towards the exit. The ship blasted out of the hanger and she didn’t look back. She decided that until the time was right to go into hiding, so she set her coordinates for the Renatasi system. Because the system was outside civilized space, Himiko could easily hide there until she found out where the other surviving Jedi were.
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A small ship emerged from hyperspace in the remnants of the Alderaan system. The ship, covered with battle scars and burns, was an old Jedi starship from the era of the New Republic that has since fallen. The pilot inside held her breath as she gazed at the graveyard that had once been her ancestors’ homeworld. The R4 unit beeped in the background and a message came up on screen.
“Yes R4, I know we shouldn’t be here. But I had to come here to honor the forgotten and lost.” The women flipped a little red switch and folded her arms across her chest as the small package she’d made shot out towards the graveyard. The package contained a Jedi lightsaber; one of the last of the old Order. The pilot touched her cheek as a tear rolled down her soft features; she closed her eyes and remembered the owner of that particular lightsaber…
LATER, ABOARD THE JEDI TRAINING SHIP
Shouts of terror fill the smoky air as Himiko ran down the hallway aboard the Jedi training ship Star of Freedom, her robes flowing behind her as she ran past fallen Jedi. Her brow narrowed and she clutched her lightsaber in her right hand; then ignited it as blaster bolts came speeding towards her. Her silver blade hummed and crackled as she brought it up and deflected a bolt that would have hit her in her right eye. Dodging more blasts quickly, she ran up and cut the mercenary from shoulder to waist; then continued on to the center of the ship.
“They found us… Sithspit!” She cursed as she turned and ran into Jedi Master K’yerliea, her mentor and master. The elder Jedi pulled Himiko into the next room and turned his saber off.
“Himiko, you need to get off the ship; there are too many now. The Sith have found us again and this time in greater numbers.” His graying hair and silver eyes pierced Himiko’s hazel gaze as she pulled her hood down, revealing her long, dark brown hair and trim facial features.
“Master-” She began, but K’yerliea cut her off.
“No, this time you listen. There are not many of us left and you are the strongest of the Jedi here. It’s you they want the most. Many of the others have already left. Go and find them and try to save as many as you can.” He pushed her aside as the hum of lightsabers coming down the hall became louder. He turned and looked back at his former Padawan.
“Promise me Himiko… get out of here, help bring the Order back, and defeat the Sith. There is one small fighter left in the hanger.” He ignited his purple saber and moved out into the hallway; Himiko stepped up next to him, trying to help him.
“NO! I won’t go without you!” Himiko yelled as she brought her weapon up, ready to rush into the fight. K’yerliea locked his saber with the black robed Sith and then force slammed Himiko back against the wall.
“NO! THIS IS NOT YOUR TIME! GO” He could see her eyes filled with pain and hope. She got up and looked back at him, her heart torn. For a moment she just stood there, undecided, then she nodded and turned back, holding her emotions in check as she headed for the docking bay. As she turned the corner she heard a scream and pain beyond compare flooded her mind as she felt her master fall. Then anger arose and began to fill her, but Himiko pushed it back. The time for grief would come later. Now was the time to flee as her master had wished.
She hurried to the hanger, meeting no one along the way. As she reached the door she sensed a trap. Bearing her weapon in her hand Himiko cautiously entered the hanger, stepping over fallen bodies of Sith and crew members; it looked like a Rancor came through. She opened herself to the force, searching for the trap as she walked up to the remaining starfighter.
“I thought I would find you here.” A dark, rich voice broke the haunting silence and Himiko turned to face a Sith Lord dressed in black robes, bearing his double-bladed, blood red lightsaber. His red and black tattooed face expressed no emotion as he stepped closer and pulled his hood down, revealing horns on his head. Himiko told the R4 droid in the starfighter to prepare for take off as she lets her outer robe fall to the ground and then turned back, staring at her enemy
“I thought I smelled a rotten bantha in here,” Himiko snarled and moved away from the ship.
“How very nice of you to compliment me, young one. But you won’t need the service of that ship, as you are coming with me.” The Sith brandished his weapon, stepped into attack range, and came in with a cut to Himiko’s torso and leg. Blocking the lower jab, Himiko leapt back and force slammed him into a pile of wreckage.
“I don’t think so Sith scum.” Himiko returned to her defensive position and waited as the Sith climbed out of the wreckage and cracked his neck.
“You have much power Himiko… yes I know who you are... and I am no ordinary Sith... I am Darth Penurious,” he said. Himiko’s eyes widened but she made no attempt to attack.
“Ahh... I see you know my name.” He spoke with thingyiness in his voice; then he struck at Himiko again; she blocked it but at that moment Penurious pushed down; then kicked her feet loose, sending her stumbling back. As she recovered he came at her again; Himiko flipped up and over, striking at his shoulder, cutting him. Penurious seemed not to notice and moved quickly before she landed, twisting and kicking up with his right leg, his foot hitting her full in the face before force slamming her into a wall, stunning her. Himiko slid to the ground and realized that her lightsaber was on the ground behind him; she closed her eyes in pain as he sauntered over to her. He licked his lips as he reached Himiko and raised his right hand, lifting her up in a force choke, his double bladed saber humming loudly as if it was hungry for blood.
“Too bad about your Master. He wasn’t as much of a challenge as you. But I enjoyed killing him.” His yellow eyes widened in pleasure as Himiko fought to breath. She worked to force air into her lungs, shaking at his taunting. She closed her eyes as he started to bring her away from the wall and opened herself to the force. Remembering her master’s teachings, Himiko sent an explosion of force power out at him, giving it almost all her strength. Penurious, not expecting her power, released her as it blew him back, slamming him into a destroyed ship with a loud crack.
Himiko dropped into a crouch and through her empathy she fed herself raw emotions, giving her power to move quickly past him and calling her saber back to her hand. Penurious regained his footing quickly, but not fast enough as Himiko came in and sliced a deep gash in his left arm, cutting down and cleaving his lightsaber in two. Howling in anger the Sith Lord spat blood from a cut lip; then sent Himiko flying back towards a sharp piece of metal. She slowed herself down and waved her hand at the object, moving it aside slightly and landing in a crouch. Penurious started to come at her again but was too slow from the cuts she had dealt him. Himiko, realizing that she can finish him off, straightened and started to come at him when a blaster bolt screamed by. She turned quickly in the direction from where it originated to see mercenaries and a few surviving Sith coming into the room. Penurious laughed despite the pain.
“You can’t win Jedi. Give up now... you have raw power and anger... I can teach you to use it, as your worth would be great.”
"Never." Himiko shot back. Realizing she was outnumbered she blocked more blaster bolts; then sprinted towards her waiting two-man fighter ship.
“R4, get us outta here!” Himiko deactivated her lightsaber and leaped into the thingypit, blaster bolts flying past her head. The droid beeped its confirmation as she strapped in.
“Deflector shields! NOW!” The shields went up and the bolts bounced harmlessly aside as Himiko pressed some more buttons to begin take off. The R4 unit beeped again.
“I know we’re in trouble; just hold on.” Himiko pulled up and lifted off the ground; as she did one of the mercenaries threw a small disrupter/tracker at the ship. Himiko didn’t notice the tracker. The ship shuddered as it lifted off the ground.
“d**n… main deflectors are out.” As Himiko maneuvered the fighter she noticed Penurious staring at her. The hate between them was strong and Himiko somehow knew that he would not rest until he had her in his grasp. Himiko turned again, headed towards the exit. The ship blasted out of the hanger and she didn’t look back. She decided that until the time was right to go into hiding, so she set her coordinates for the Renatasi system. Because the system was outside civilized space, Himiko could easily hide there until she found out where the other surviving Jedi were.
