Tolark, caught off-guard by both the excessive amount of water on the deck and the Academy's sudden instability, falls backward. The oily squid-like thing lunges toward him, but the instructor calmly gathers his power and unleashes it, launching the creature several meters into the air.
Aboard the
War Pig, Nor waits for the perfect moment, relaxing his senses and letting the Force help him take aim. As the creature flies up into the air, Nor flicks the trigger--and the tentacled beast explodes, sending gore and chunks of rubbery flesh flying everywhere.
"
An excellent shot, Instructor," Atharias says, placing his hand on Nor's shoulder. "
I must admit I wasn't aware your ship carried such weaponry."
Nor said:
"Well. It is not called the Peace Pig now is it?"
"
I see." Much to Nor's surprise, the old master actually smiles slightly. "
Obviously, I should have taken that into consideration."
On his screens, Nor can see that there are still three other creatures climbing onto the landing pad. But as the area is quite large, each of the three are still quite some distance away from recently opened access hatch. At the speed at which the pained creatures are moving, it will take them quite some time to reach Tolark's position, leaving the instructor and his students quite safe--for the moment.
Tersh said:
"Deck...en is op...some reason. Check...out."
"
What was that? Nor, did you happen to catch that message? We seem to be getting some sort of interference." Leaning forward, Atharias addresses the ship's communication system. "
Instructor Tersh? Your last message was cut off. Please repeat."
* * *
Deck eleven appears to be some sort of massive storeroom. A labyrinth of huge crates fill the entire warehouse-sized area, each carefully labeled: "
Naveion System Archeological Survey". Everything is dated, as well, and it seems as though whatever is in the crates was boxed up and placed here at about the same time the Academy was founded.
"
Archeological? But Master Tersh, I thought that Naveion had been an uninhabited system. According to our history lessons, no other intelligent life has ever lived here..." Verena seems confused, and more than a little frightened, but before Tersh has a chance to respond, his communicator suddenly starts squawking.
"
...tor Tersh? ...... cut off. ...please."
As Tersh ponders the meaning of Master Atharias' communication, he suddenly notices, out of the corner of his eye, the source of the orange light. One of the Academy's portable worklights lies on the floor, next to a grey crate which has been inexpertly forced open. An handful of strange black lightsabers lie next to the crate, one of which has been crudely dissected. Its circuitry is alien and bizarre, and it appears that its focusing crystal has been removed.
* * *
Sylara said:
"Zeth, can you move? Get out of my office immediately, I will remove Sol and I will do what I can for him."
A little bit of light seems to come into Zeth's eyes, and he nods weakly. He crawls toward the corridor as Sylara scoops up Sol. The human child has gone completely limp.
Whatever it is that tried to drain Sylara's strength (and had appearantly drained almost all of the life from Zeth) is clearly emmanating from Sol's fragile body. At first, Sylara attempts to tap into the force to heal Sol, but is dismayed when he discovers that the child doesn't appear to be actually hurt. Digging deeper, probing with all of the senses Master Atharias tought him, Sylara urgently tries to figure out exaclty what has gone wrong.
Sylara gasps in shock. Something is literally destroying the Force itself! Something is gnawing and ripping away, tearing great wounds in the fabric of the Force. Something is using Sol as a conduit, reaching through him and draining away all life it comes in contact with.
And whatever it is, it's getting stronger, growing larger by the moment...
* * *
Atharias' chambers are dark and quiet now. Even the breathing of the students is barely noticeable. Gimto meddles with the control panel for a few moments, then waves Master Tyren over. "
Okay, the access hatch should be easy to reach--it's at the opposite end of the corridor from the lift," he whispers. "
Both the lift and the access hatch are easy for us to reach without coming anywhere close to the Deeprunner, which is anchored sort of down and to the side of the rest of this deck." As he speaks, Gimto points to the panel's screen, indicating the deck's layout on a small map. "
But the lift appears to be off-line, master. I'm getting an error reading--I think it's stuck just a level or two above us."
"
Well, at least we have the access tubes." But Aayla's optimism is misplaced. The hatch leading into the access tube is stuck fast--almost as though something on the other side was holding it shut.
"
With no lift and no way to get into the access tunnels..." Gimto gulps, "
...then we're trapped down here!"
* * *
Milius stuggles with Der'oth while little Pa'hu rushes over to the simulator's control panel. A moment later, the machine has been switched off. Der'oth's eyes flicker for a moment as his sensory equipment is removed. His heart is beating incredibly fast and his eyes are wide--he seems to be in the grips of pure terror. As soon as he is fully disconnected, he gratefully faints into Milius's arms.
Pa'hu looks up at Master Milius, and then at the program disc in her hand. "
that's really weird 'cause i don't know why an astronomy program is supposed to be scary..."