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| Sydnee ran and ran for what seemed like hours. When she was running through the hallway when a black cloaked man apears infront of her. "Who are you?" Sydnee said. "That is no concern to you." the man retorted. "Oh, but it is, because the way I see it your going to die if you don't move out of my way." Sydnee said coldly, igniting her lightsaber. The cloaked man ignited his lightsaber and slashed at Sydnee's right shoulder. She parried and cut back at his leg. He dodged and kicked her in the stomach. She fell on her back, dropping her lightsaber. The man used the Force and called Sydnee's lightsaber to him. "You won't be needing this." The man said as he threw Sydnee's lightsaber in the air and slashed it in half. "My work here is done." With that the man dissapeared. "What the hell was that about?" Sydnee said standing up. "I've got to find Jerik." Caallista was suddenly jolted out of her dark brooding as a tall dark figure approached her. Oh no, not Him. She thought darkly. This was the worst part of her job; having to tolerate Him, "Hello Caallie." He said darkly, "have you seen my brother lately?" Sith Spawn, Caallista thought angrily, the one person I can't do anything about. "Yes I have." She said with a slightly defiant tone. "He's in a room with her, this is all the fault of that darling little protégé of yours you know." "Yes I am aware of that." He snapped back at her, "and I had my reasons for telling Jerik to stay right here, and what that reason is exactly is absolutely none of you concern. Do you understand and accept that?" he demanded in a slightly angry tone, angering a Sith was most definitely not the smartest thing she could have done. "Yes I understand perfectly." She said choking down the angry words, living was much more important then proving she was right. "I sent Jerik to go find her," she paused swallowing down the anger until it became a boiling writhing blackness in the pit of her stomach "I hope, that was satisfactory." She got out the last word with an extreme effort. He obviously saw her attempts to control her hatred for him. He smiled evilly and nodded then quickly exited the room. He had his own work to attend too tonight. This would be one night those Jedi brats would never forget. Chera saw Jerik enter the room looking very much like a nobleman in a party he was hosting. He walked with a definite swagger. "Why Chera Neesana," he exclaimed smiling broadly. "How kind of you to grace us with your presence, how did you ever find this place?" "I followed you," she explained cautiously. "Who's your friend?" "Oh him?" Jerik replied, "that's just Mal...Malarn." He corrected himself suddenly. Something was wrong here, Chera knew it, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. "My friends and I want to give you a tour of the palace Chera, won't you please come with me?" Chera was startled. This could not be awkward young man from town, the one who had practically tripped over his jaw when he first saw Sydnee Starlighter. This, man, was suave, charming, and charismatic. Not the Jerik Daanho she knew at all. But Chera would still oblige him, she had to if she was going to find out what the blazes was going on here. "All right, I will join you," she answered finally, making very sure to emphasize the last word, "I will join you for a tour of the palace." At that the man introduced to her as Malarn turned to leave. Jerik was playing a very dangerous charade here. One wrong word, one faltered sentence, could mean the end of all of them. And the plan. This was his arena. His part of the plan. As Mallice left through the door Jerik had just entered through he sent one thought into the deepest part of Jerik's mind, the part he had been trained to keep protected from Jedi mind probes; Take her to the pit. The thought resonated in Jerik's mind. Surely Mallice couldn't expect him to kill her. Not his own... no, he couldn't do it. He wouldn't do it. But what if? swiftly pushed the thought from his mind, he wouldn't kill her. Nobody could make him to that. Jerik slowly brought himself back to present. He gestured to the door across the room from him, beckoning Chera to exit that way, she cautiously walked through the door and Jerik followed. No he wouldn't kill her. But he might let Mallice? He quickly made it inside. Imediately Luke felt a strange disturbance in the Force. Something evil resided inside that palace. That's all he knew. Luke ran down a hall going south, following the Force sense left by Chera. Suddenly he found himself in a large room. Chera's Force sense was strong there, she had spent an ellongated period of time in it. In the middle of the room, was a throne. It was elegant and strangely small, a woman of Leia's size would barely be able to fit in it. It had obviously been designed for a very small young woman, maybe even a girl. Suddenly Luke felt a presence in the room with him. He turned around and saw, Callista. Chera was slightly unnerved; this was surely not the Jerik she had known. Something had happened to him here, it was like he knew something she didn't. And that scared her. Very much. Chera didn't like not knowing something, especially when it was a life-or-death situation. She needed to know. "So, Jerik," she choked out "why exactly did you come here, and why did you want me to come here to?" He smiled as if she had said something amusing, "Chera," he said rather frankly "we have much more in common then you realize, you'll see soon." He proceeded through an open passageway onto a bridge, Chera stepped onto it immediately afterward, and she looked around. The room was full of bridges, it was a rather impressive site, but Chera ignored it. She didn't have time to balk at bridges. He led her across the bridge into another small passageway, this one laden with strange fixtures. Each appeared to have one row of what looked like generators going vertically along the wall. The ceiling was arched at the top. Suddenly the generators began moving. Two of them spouted red force fields. They fluctuated forward and then backward then retracted again. The other generators moved but didn't have force fields. "Impressive isn't it?" Jerik commented, Chera just nodded "originally all of them had generators, but when my master and the others found it they had all died. We only needed two to keep the air circulating around the reactor core. We don't use enough power to make the reactor over heat very much. They only go on about twice every five minutes." "Your master?" Chera couldn't help asking "Yes, my master, and my grandfather." Came the answer, he was spookingly calm about the whole thing "Was your master the man I saw in the throne room? Malarn?" "Him? Oh no, that's not my master, that Caallista's master." Chera jumped at that name. It sounded strangely like 'Callista' but there was something in the inflection of the 'A' it just didn't sound right. Luke almost fell over when he saw Callista. Then suddenly he realized that this Callista felt different, strange, she was a clone. An exact duplicate of the woman he had known, and once, loved. She smiled evilly and reached to her belt and ignited a lightsaber. It was yellow, the same as Callista's, and had a similar grip. It was Callista's. He realized sadly. They had taken it from her grave and given it to this, woman. He hesitated to use that word to describe the Callista clone. She smiled at him evilly and nodded, as if reading his thoughts, then she spoke: "How did he put it? Now, young Skywalker, you will die." It put a chill in Luke's spine to hear those words spoken by this woman, she spoke them so accurately, so completely unfeeling and unhearing, almost the same way the Emperor had before his demise. He ignited his own green blade and held it at the ready possition, she met his blade with hers and then, it began. |
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