Between the Conclaves – 6. Kessel, Part 4

6. Kessel

Part 4

No… The spice mine chamber faded from sight. With a blank look, Vhiran stared through the ship’s window in the direction of the planet below. No, not again…

“Master?” A soft voice sounded vaguely. But he did not notice it.

Can’t be… He did not notice anything around him. Not his Padawan next to him, not the great capital ship still menacingly floating above them, not the group of starfighters approaching them at high speed, nothing. To him, there was nothing now. Everything had started crumbling down from that one moment the click sounded. And this time, Nillanthir wasn’t there to help out. Bultar…

The fighters opened fire, blasting off the ship’s tail with several direct hits. “Master!” Shamila called out in panic. She loosened the flight straps and jumped at her Master, shaking him heavily in hopes of waking him out of whatever shock he was in right now. “Master, wake up!” The enemy fighters kept firing, their lasers mercilessly pounding against the ship’s walls. It was a sturdy vessel, able to take quite some damage, but at this rate it wouldn’t last for more than a few mere minutes. The girl looked at the control panel. Of course! The shields! If I can get the shields up to full strength, then… Her eyes quickly moved over the numerous buttons and switches. There were so many, and the controls of this ship looked so different than those she had learned about during her training. Which did she need? Its back now ablaze, the ship started slowly plummeting down. The shields would be useless now. And Vhiran just kept sitting there, motionless. “What’s going on?!” Shamila fiercely tugged at his arm. “What’s happening, Master?!” She bit her lip, fighting to keep her tears at bay. Numerous direct hits. While the burning ship plunged through the planet’s atmosphere, the cockpit windows burst open violently.

“I, I failed… I failed again,” Vhiran mumbled. As if instinctively his hand slowly reached out for the lightknife on his sash. A burning, stinging feeling pierced his stomach. For a moment he gasped for breath, then his mouth and eyes closed. With one hand on his stomach, his head dropped…

M-master?” Holding her breath, Shamila watched him. Then, as she saw him sitting completely still, not moving the slightest bit, not even a single sign of breath, she realized what happened. I am, alone. She shook her head, softly at first, but then heavier. “No!” she screamed out in desperation. “No, Master! Don’t leave me! Please, Master!” The air from outside filled the cockpit. The currents now blowing all around tugged at her, as if trying to pull her out. Gritting her teeth Shamila tried to gain a foothold, fought against the wind pulling her up. She stretched out her arms, with all her strength trying to hold on to her Master. All too no avail. The wind proved the stronger one. Her hand just managed to grasp Vhiran’s lightsaber, then she was sucked through the broken windows, out of the ship, into the air. And she fell, meter by agonizing long meter. Only able to stare at the ship, now nearly a ball of fire, shooting off farther and father, carrying away her doomed Master, she fell. Is this, the end? Just before it completely left from her sight, she could vaguely hear a cracking sound. Then all turned black.

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Ever since a group of shoes held a birthday party a long, long time ago (though in a galaxy not that far away) a little boy’s appreciation for creation was born. And so, throughout the following years shoes partied, a dinosaur travelled through time, oddly shaped football players went on adventures, a young wanderer became a knight, a comedian rose to godhood, Jedi fought an evil empire, a war between cyborg warlords and human-insect hybrids engulfed the world… The boy had learned how with only words on paper (and from times to time a few pictures) he was able to bring people, places, even entire worlds to life. By now that little boy has reached almost the third decade of his life and his love for telling stories has not ceased. And finally, long after he had planned to, he has decided to share these stories with the world. Whether you are a new or already familiar face: welcome to this little archive of mine! This is a place where I will, finally, actually be sharing my writing with others. It will feature pretty much anything I feel like sharing, both old and new stories, fan-fiction and original content, and probably some non-fiction added in at times. So, if you like reading, writing, stories (or me ^_~), drop by, drop a comment (I can’t promise I’ll get back to you quickly, since I’m horrible at that, but I’ll do my best) and, drop it like it’s hot. … Sorry… ^_^; In any case, I hope you’ll enjoy yourself and I look forward to seeing you around!

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