STAR WARS - The Clone Wars - Child of Prophecy FOLDED
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Wow...that makes that pit scene from Episode 2 sound like Teletubbies! Great!Dr Midnight said:
Dr Midnight
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Typing now, I'm going to put the rest of Chapter II up tonight... then, I get to work on Chapter III.
With luck, I'll put up two, maybe three updates tonight. Can I get some more reader love?
With luck, I'll put up two, maybe three updates tonight. Can I get some more reader love?
Dr Midnight
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Beval Damaris fired his blaster gauntlets at Magnus, and Magnus deflected the shots and began moving in that direction. He wouldn’t be made into a target.
Nils Arroyo twirled his red lightsaber and began moving snake-like across the ground towards Ganno the Hutt. He was intercepted by Hoar and the two started trading blows with their whirling weapons. Ganno began slithering cautiously towards them, swinging his chains over his head.
Ocka the wampa, completely beyond its master’s control, saw Igneoth and scampered across the room, slavering and roaring. The two monsters met in the center and hacked at each other with staff and claw. Ravaq Fahey, strapped to the wampa’s back, had no choice but to shriek in alarm and shoot Igneoth in the face from point-blank range. It seemed to make Igneoth angrier, but that was the only noticeable effect.
NG-11 fired his blaster rifle at Mikau. One of the blasts grazed the kaminoan’s shoulder. Behind him, Jaren was the only combatant not being actively attacked. He was leisurely firing at the wampa and Igneoth, who were too busy tearing each other apart in the center of the arena to notice.
Magnus was slowly working his way across the arena to Beval Damaris, on the other side, who was raining blasterfire on the Jedi. Magnus deflected what he could, but the bounty hunter’s aim was fierce, and he struck Turon more than once.
Nearby, the dark Jedi Nils Arroyo was slowly whittling Hoar the sand person down. Ganno was still slowly approaching Hoar from behind, but the hutt had only covered maybe ten meters.
Ocka and Igneoth were hacking at each other with claw and fang. The shaken Ravaq Fahey, atop the wayward wampa, was firing shot after shot into Igneoth’s face. The creature was taking heavy damage, but then, so was Ocka- it seemed wampas were ill-suited to go toe-to-toe with… whatever Igneoth was. Ravaq himself went unnoticed by Igneoth, and only Jaren Creel was hitting him from the side of the arena. Ravaq was too terror-stricken to take note of the blaster fire he was taking.
Mikau began moving towards NG-11, carefully deflecting shots all the way. The battle droid quickly noted that it was doing little damage to the Jedi and a panel in its chest opened up, revealing a red cone embedded in a recessed silo. The cone shot from NG’s chest in a shower of sparks and flew at Mikau, who nimbly and danced aside. The missile left a trail of gray smoke as it flew by, then began to arc up and around in a turn.
Beval Damaris raised his arm and a thin wire net shot out, weighted by four small steel balls. Magnus Turon cut through it with a broad vertical slash and closed the remaining distance, cutting and twirling his blade. The bounty hunter danced back when he could, firing more shots at the Jedi. Some shots connected, but most did not. The battle seemed fairly even… until a red lightsaber swung at Magnus’ head from behind, nearly severing it.
Magnus ducked and rolled to a crouch, seeing that Nils Arroyo had left Hoar crumpled and dead fifteen meters away. “Jedi,” the black-robed man hissed. “Come, dance with us.”
He and the bounty hunter both then attacked Magnus from both sides. The Jedi fought furiously, turning and deflecting one attack to spin and counter another. He relied on the Force to deflect blaster shots from behind him without looking when he could.
Magnus couldn’t go on this way, he knew. Not for long. He took an opportunity and faced Nils, then darted backward and flung his lightsaber behind him, through Beval’s torso. The bounty hunter died quietly and Magnus wheeled his saber once more around to his front, never having looked when he killed.
To his secret satisfaction, Nils Arroyo grimaced at the show of skill. Magnus smiled and redoubled his efforts, trading blow for wicked blow. The crowd cheered feverishly.
Igneoth swung his staff and missed Ocka, hitting instead his rider. Ravaq Fahey was killed instantly when five vibroknives pierced his chest. The blaster-charred fighter’s body fell to the ground, and his wampa never noticed. Igneoth died a moment later when a large spiked ball struck him in the temple.
Ganno the Hutt had arrived. It had taken him a long time to slither to within an enemy’s position. Nils Arroyo had left when Ganno drew near, but now the hutt had closed with the monsters in the center of the room. Ocka stepped over Igneoth’s body and swung claws. They were blocked with chains and quickly countered.
Mikau Me grunted politely when he was struck in the back with the returned missile. The force of the explosion ripped his robes apart and almost forced him to the ground, but he struggled and kept his footing, graceful as always. He leaped forward and cut NG-11’s rifle in smoking halves. The droid began firing small blasters from concealed turrets on its forearms. These bolts were rapidly deflected and NG-11 was helpless when Mikau spun on one heel, cutting the droid three times into large chunks that clattered to the stained ground with brightly glowing, smoothly cut insides.
Jaren stayed rooted in the same spot he’d stood in the entire fight, firing casually at whatever enemy he thought presented a decent target.
Magnus Turon felt the Force strengthen him as he called on it. His lightsaber flashed off of Nils Arroyo’s with ferocious speed, and the dark Jedi fell back, almost tripping on his robes to move away from Magnus’ lightning speed. Nils choked audibly when his opponent’s lightsaber pierced his chest. The black-robed man dropped his lightsaber, stood a moment longer, and fell down dead.
Ganno the Hutt was proving to be a crowd favorite. He may have moved slowly, but the movement of his ponderous arms was skillful and deliberate. He swung his chains at Ocka and dragged long gashes through his white fur. The enraged wampa lunged forward with his fangs, intent on ripping out the hutt’s considerable throat. The slavering jaws closed on a taut length of chain held between Ganno’s hands. Without missing a beat the hutt whirled his arms around the wampa’s head, encircling it once, then pulled tight… and twisted. An audible crack roused the audience to a delighted standing ovation as Ocka died.
Ganno then began slithering toward Mikau, who seemed the most injured of his remaining opponents. Mikau met the slow charge and began fighting. He was struck once, then twice, and he marveled at the masterful attacks of the fat, seemingly slow creature.
Magnus jumped on Ganno’s tail and began fighting him from behind. The hutt fought the two Jedi with his two chains, swinging them back and forth in skillful figure eights. Both Jedi were hit by the spiked balls.
No blasterfire was hitting the hutt, Magnus noticed. He took a half-second to look for Jaren. The scoundrel was rummaging through the belongings of the dead.
Magnus didn’t have time to demand his help, though, and he ducked another swing, then brought his lightsaber up in an arc and down through Ganno’s head and body. The two halves of thick, fatty hutt meat fell away to either side in greenish slices, and Mikau was standing there on the other side, hurt but alive.
“Disgusting,” Mikau said cordially with ragged breaths. “Thank you very much.”
“Quite welcome,” Magnus said. “Jaren, we’ve won. Stop looting bodies.”
Jaren straightened, grinning guiltily. “Sorry. I didn’t find anything good, anyway.”
The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena once more. “Wow!! Who’d thought we’d have seen anything like this, folks? That was incredible! May I present our champions- The TWO JEDI and their friend!!” The crowd applauded the winners deafeningly. “Fighters, please drop your weapons and proceed to the exits.”
Jaren tossed his pistols to the ground. “Can you believe it?” he asked Magnus. “’their friend,’ they call me. The two Jedi… and their friend. No respect at all. I picked the wrong career.” He grinned as he walked toward the exit.
Mikau put his lightsaber down on the ground and said “Jaren, you weren’t attacked once. Why is that, I wonder?”
Jaren shrugged and said “Call it luck.”
“Mmm,” Mikau answered calmly. “Luck.”
Magnus dropped his lightsaber, walked over and looked down and saw that his suspicion was correct. Nils Arroyo’s lightsaber was missing. The Jedi went to the exit with his two companions.
They were taken through winding corridors to a splendid luxury viewing booth. This one did not overlook the arena they’d just fought in, but Yet Yash was there. He was sipping Corellian Pitch Lager from a three-cupped drinking flute. He looked up and laughed warmly. “Heyyyy, Jedi! Excellent battle! You won a lot of money and made a lot of people very happy. My congratulations!!”
“Happy to please,” Jaren said coldly. “What’s the deal, we’re free, right? Why couldn’t we take our weapons with us?”
Yet nodded. “Yes, you’re free. I’m a man of my word… after a fashion. There’s still a small matter we must see to before you leave.”
Magnus asked “Small matter? What’s that?” He then looked about the room, seeing only guards. “Where’s Pock?”
Yet smiled his tusky grin, and Magnus felt something cold settle in his gut.
The announcer’s voice spoke again, out in the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, we promised you entertainment, and we’ve delivered only half of the bargain! Now, in tonight’s second spectacle, we have a grudge match! Two combatants pitted on a hovering field of treacherous, randomly falling tiles, fifty meters above a full-grown dianoga! One is a Jedi padawan whose ship was HIJACKED by his opponent, an apprentice bounty hunter whose very FATHER was KILLED by the Jedi!!“
The doors at opposite sides of the arena opened, and Pock stepped from one, holding his lightsaber and looking unsure. The cheer of the crowd alarmed him, and he looked around. He was alone.
From the other door a small figure stepped out in oversized silver and blue armor, clutching a chrome blaster pistol loosely in one hand. The two figures looked at each other across the arena as the audience yelled for murder.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve brought you two fledgling warriors at the start of their careers! Two fighters below the legal pit-fighting age on most planets! Two well-trained young men will fight for your amusement, TO THE DEATH!!!”
Jaren nudged Magnus and discreetly slipped him the lightsaber he’d taken from Nils Arroyo. The Jedi took it and caught Jaren’s eye for just a moment, nodding slightly.
“May I present… POCK SIRUS versus BOBA FETT!!!”
End of Chapter 2
Next: THE FIGHT AND THE FLIGHT
Nils Arroyo twirled his red lightsaber and began moving snake-like across the ground towards Ganno the Hutt. He was intercepted by Hoar and the two started trading blows with their whirling weapons. Ganno began slithering cautiously towards them, swinging his chains over his head.
Ocka the wampa, completely beyond its master’s control, saw Igneoth and scampered across the room, slavering and roaring. The two monsters met in the center and hacked at each other with staff and claw. Ravaq Fahey, strapped to the wampa’s back, had no choice but to shriek in alarm and shoot Igneoth in the face from point-blank range. It seemed to make Igneoth angrier, but that was the only noticeable effect.
NG-11 fired his blaster rifle at Mikau. One of the blasts grazed the kaminoan’s shoulder. Behind him, Jaren was the only combatant not being actively attacked. He was leisurely firing at the wampa and Igneoth, who were too busy tearing each other apart in the center of the arena to notice.
Magnus was slowly working his way across the arena to Beval Damaris, on the other side, who was raining blasterfire on the Jedi. Magnus deflected what he could, but the bounty hunter’s aim was fierce, and he struck Turon more than once.
Nearby, the dark Jedi Nils Arroyo was slowly whittling Hoar the sand person down. Ganno was still slowly approaching Hoar from behind, but the hutt had only covered maybe ten meters.
Ocka and Igneoth were hacking at each other with claw and fang. The shaken Ravaq Fahey, atop the wayward wampa, was firing shot after shot into Igneoth’s face. The creature was taking heavy damage, but then, so was Ocka- it seemed wampas were ill-suited to go toe-to-toe with… whatever Igneoth was. Ravaq himself went unnoticed by Igneoth, and only Jaren Creel was hitting him from the side of the arena. Ravaq was too terror-stricken to take note of the blaster fire he was taking.
Mikau began moving towards NG-11, carefully deflecting shots all the way. The battle droid quickly noted that it was doing little damage to the Jedi and a panel in its chest opened up, revealing a red cone embedded in a recessed silo. The cone shot from NG’s chest in a shower of sparks and flew at Mikau, who nimbly and danced aside. The missile left a trail of gray smoke as it flew by, then began to arc up and around in a turn.
Beval Damaris raised his arm and a thin wire net shot out, weighted by four small steel balls. Magnus Turon cut through it with a broad vertical slash and closed the remaining distance, cutting and twirling his blade. The bounty hunter danced back when he could, firing more shots at the Jedi. Some shots connected, but most did not. The battle seemed fairly even… until a red lightsaber swung at Magnus’ head from behind, nearly severing it.
Magnus ducked and rolled to a crouch, seeing that Nils Arroyo had left Hoar crumpled and dead fifteen meters away. “Jedi,” the black-robed man hissed. “Come, dance with us.”
He and the bounty hunter both then attacked Magnus from both sides. The Jedi fought furiously, turning and deflecting one attack to spin and counter another. He relied on the Force to deflect blaster shots from behind him without looking when he could.
Magnus couldn’t go on this way, he knew. Not for long. He took an opportunity and faced Nils, then darted backward and flung his lightsaber behind him, through Beval’s torso. The bounty hunter died quietly and Magnus wheeled his saber once more around to his front, never having looked when he killed.
To his secret satisfaction, Nils Arroyo grimaced at the show of skill. Magnus smiled and redoubled his efforts, trading blow for wicked blow. The crowd cheered feverishly.
Igneoth swung his staff and missed Ocka, hitting instead his rider. Ravaq Fahey was killed instantly when five vibroknives pierced his chest. The blaster-charred fighter’s body fell to the ground, and his wampa never noticed. Igneoth died a moment later when a large spiked ball struck him in the temple.
Ganno the Hutt had arrived. It had taken him a long time to slither to within an enemy’s position. Nils Arroyo had left when Ganno drew near, but now the hutt had closed with the monsters in the center of the room. Ocka stepped over Igneoth’s body and swung claws. They were blocked with chains and quickly countered.
Mikau Me grunted politely when he was struck in the back with the returned missile. The force of the explosion ripped his robes apart and almost forced him to the ground, but he struggled and kept his footing, graceful as always. He leaped forward and cut NG-11’s rifle in smoking halves. The droid began firing small blasters from concealed turrets on its forearms. These bolts were rapidly deflected and NG-11 was helpless when Mikau spun on one heel, cutting the droid three times into large chunks that clattered to the stained ground with brightly glowing, smoothly cut insides.
Jaren stayed rooted in the same spot he’d stood in the entire fight, firing casually at whatever enemy he thought presented a decent target.
Magnus Turon felt the Force strengthen him as he called on it. His lightsaber flashed off of Nils Arroyo’s with ferocious speed, and the dark Jedi fell back, almost tripping on his robes to move away from Magnus’ lightning speed. Nils choked audibly when his opponent’s lightsaber pierced his chest. The black-robed man dropped his lightsaber, stood a moment longer, and fell down dead.
Ganno the Hutt was proving to be a crowd favorite. He may have moved slowly, but the movement of his ponderous arms was skillful and deliberate. He swung his chains at Ocka and dragged long gashes through his white fur. The enraged wampa lunged forward with his fangs, intent on ripping out the hutt’s considerable throat. The slavering jaws closed on a taut length of chain held between Ganno’s hands. Without missing a beat the hutt whirled his arms around the wampa’s head, encircling it once, then pulled tight… and twisted. An audible crack roused the audience to a delighted standing ovation as Ocka died.
Ganno then began slithering toward Mikau, who seemed the most injured of his remaining opponents. Mikau met the slow charge and began fighting. He was struck once, then twice, and he marveled at the masterful attacks of the fat, seemingly slow creature.
Magnus jumped on Ganno’s tail and began fighting him from behind. The hutt fought the two Jedi with his two chains, swinging them back and forth in skillful figure eights. Both Jedi were hit by the spiked balls.
No blasterfire was hitting the hutt, Magnus noticed. He took a half-second to look for Jaren. The scoundrel was rummaging through the belongings of the dead.
Magnus didn’t have time to demand his help, though, and he ducked another swing, then brought his lightsaber up in an arc and down through Ganno’s head and body. The two halves of thick, fatty hutt meat fell away to either side in greenish slices, and Mikau was standing there on the other side, hurt but alive.
“Disgusting,” Mikau said cordially with ragged breaths. “Thank you very much.”
“Quite welcome,” Magnus said. “Jaren, we’ve won. Stop looting bodies.”
Jaren straightened, grinning guiltily. “Sorry. I didn’t find anything good, anyway.”
The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena once more. “Wow!! Who’d thought we’d have seen anything like this, folks? That was incredible! May I present our champions- The TWO JEDI and their friend!!” The crowd applauded the winners deafeningly. “Fighters, please drop your weapons and proceed to the exits.”
Jaren tossed his pistols to the ground. “Can you believe it?” he asked Magnus. “’their friend,’ they call me. The two Jedi… and their friend. No respect at all. I picked the wrong career.” He grinned as he walked toward the exit.
Mikau put his lightsaber down on the ground and said “Jaren, you weren’t attacked once. Why is that, I wonder?”
Jaren shrugged and said “Call it luck.”
“Mmm,” Mikau answered calmly. “Luck.”
Magnus dropped his lightsaber, walked over and looked down and saw that his suspicion was correct. Nils Arroyo’s lightsaber was missing. The Jedi went to the exit with his two companions.
They were taken through winding corridors to a splendid luxury viewing booth. This one did not overlook the arena they’d just fought in, but Yet Yash was there. He was sipping Corellian Pitch Lager from a three-cupped drinking flute. He looked up and laughed warmly. “Heyyyy, Jedi! Excellent battle! You won a lot of money and made a lot of people very happy. My congratulations!!”
“Happy to please,” Jaren said coldly. “What’s the deal, we’re free, right? Why couldn’t we take our weapons with us?”
Yet nodded. “Yes, you’re free. I’m a man of my word… after a fashion. There’s still a small matter we must see to before you leave.”
Magnus asked “Small matter? What’s that?” He then looked about the room, seeing only guards. “Where’s Pock?”
Yet smiled his tusky grin, and Magnus felt something cold settle in his gut.
The announcer’s voice spoke again, out in the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, we promised you entertainment, and we’ve delivered only half of the bargain! Now, in tonight’s second spectacle, we have a grudge match! Two combatants pitted on a hovering field of treacherous, randomly falling tiles, fifty meters above a full-grown dianoga! One is a Jedi padawan whose ship was HIJACKED by his opponent, an apprentice bounty hunter whose very FATHER was KILLED by the Jedi!!“
The doors at opposite sides of the arena opened, and Pock stepped from one, holding his lightsaber and looking unsure. The cheer of the crowd alarmed him, and he looked around. He was alone.
From the other door a small figure stepped out in oversized silver and blue armor, clutching a chrome blaster pistol loosely in one hand. The two figures looked at each other across the arena as the audience yelled for murder.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve brought you two fledgling warriors at the start of their careers! Two fighters below the legal pit-fighting age on most planets! Two well-trained young men will fight for your amusement, TO THE DEATH!!!”
Jaren nudged Magnus and discreetly slipped him the lightsaber he’d taken from Nils Arroyo. The Jedi took it and caught Jaren’s eye for just a moment, nodding slightly.
“May I present… POCK SIRUS versus BOBA FETT!!!”
End of Chapter 2
Next: THE FIGHT AND THE FLIGHT
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