Chapter IX - Misdirection
~One Curse will change them all~
VC Deception -
From the time of the first invasion on Versai Tech, thoughts plagued Val’s mind as he lies there in a pile of ash and rubble, within the confines of a vast chamber. The walls were slashed by deep carbon scoring and heavy lacerations, inflicted by a more deadly enemy then one might anticipate. Time had passed in a blink of an eye, from embracing his newly found sister Sara “Isis” Versai, to spotting the droid ambush at the very moment the fire escaped their primed blaster muzzles, his hands came to react with lightning fast accuracy.
The first of his hands cradled the slender waist of Isis, flinging her to his right, as his left hand snapped forth and raised an invisible Force induced barrier known as a lesser force shield. This barrier was only visible with the impacts it with stood from the hail of crimson red blaster fire slamming into its circular dome like structure, glittering with energy from each impact, then fading back into darkness.
The shield was enough for Val to grab his sister and put her out of harms way. The protective nature of the shield also brought forth the destruction of the stealthy invasion force composed of not battle droids but more advanced and more deadly Krath War Droids. As tough and semi-intelligent that their programming was, it turned out to be futile against the prowess of Val’s danger sense and for their efforts, each droid ten in number was reduced to a pile of smoldering rubble and sputtering electronic debris. The irony of the situation was that the droids were struck down by the very thing they had created…but now that was far past as Val laid deathly still upon the battle ravaged floor of his Hanger bay.
His eyes craned over to the piles of droid parts, some severed hands some feet, some torsos all scattered around him like rotting piles of bones, bones of metal and scorched plastics. This was the scene currently in his views, but it was not the last point in which we left off, it was the aftermath of a life or death struggle with his fate, his past, and his most formidable enemies.
Here in the present is where he lies now, even as his deep brown eyes gaze to the damage one site in particular enrages him to the core…His fists stained with blood, the flesh torn open from his struggles matched the rest of his once, elegant attire. Val’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the object of his attention, ignoring the riveting pain streaking up and down every crevasse of his body, his aching muscles failing in comparison to the hatred that bubbled within his soul, his eyes locked on the rectangular object, surrounded in a frame of ancient gold architecture.
The item was not only a symbol of his survival but also a piece of him that like so many other things, and the tattered, battle scared interiors of his mansion was damaged beyond repair and stricken with changes that would forever scar its surface…
A torn, blood stained picture of Gen Zeridian…
The very portrait was the one that hung at the summit of the stairs leading to the East and West Wings of his glorious mansion. Someone or something had taken it from its original location and settled the damaged artwork, the damaged beauty of his past to send a message to his future, into his present and as Val’s body slowly managed to move, waves of pain sweeping over his conflict riddled physique, the words written in blood were sending their message loud and clear…each word dribbled down the surface of Gen’s portrait, which was torn from the upper portion of the painting in three sections, causing the severed canvas to hang over her body, leaving only her eyes showing, but her mouth, neck, and collarbone shadowed by the three slashed marks in the painting’s surface, hanging over like a open wound, in which blood did pour down her curvaceous figure…Val’s attention was now split like the three tears into three different directions….
One was the past…the battle with destiny, and the awakening of “The Curse”
The second was
the absence of life around him…only broken droids and damaged interiors,
torn curtains, burned remains of velvet red drapery and blood stained carpets…
Yes, rage was the key to everything now… his dark side began to grow inside him like a festering alien wishing to break free of its bondage placed upon it by its host…long dormant, growing in strength waiting for that one moment of weakness, of pain…of anger to take advantage.
The words riddled in blood were the final ingredient to make the seed placed within him by the diabolical Quillion bloom forth, and the pain that inflicted his body, the blood…his blood that streamed from his wounds, now slowly trickled to the floor…
Val wasn’t the same as he was hours ago…the man that held his sister and gave in to the joy of the reunion was now buried under an undying lust for vengeance…for blood…Quillion’s blood. The message that dribbled from the torn painting’s surface symbolized both his loss in the past and his present…
The pain that he had felt time and time again in the past, in his dreams and nightmares came back with thunderous intensity, Val’s fists curling in tight balls, his body now having stood and now kneels before the picture…the message…
To understand the message, to understand his pain…his anger, his darker manifestation overwhelming him, one must understand the events leading to this new pivotal moment in his life. This is where the story continues once more, beyond the brink of raised shields and subdued assassination attempts to a dark night, on a dark clouded location…in the dark realms of a foreboding storm…
The rain pours, the lightning paints the sky in bursts of blinding light, and the thunder roars the approach of hundreds of metallic limbs, rolling wheels, and crunching rocks…and the guns and swords bared.
Ah but what of “misdirection” what might that have to do with a message left in blood, a torn painting, and a battle ravaged paradise? Misdirection you see is only one small piece of a grander puzzle that Quillion has set into motion and the misdirection was not found within just Alpha Xeridia, but stems backward through the series of events leading to this point now
And the key to it, the unseen clue that has led The Killain to the secluded gates of the Versai Mansion, rendering its defenses useless, and the key that led The Killian to shatter and topple the grand towers of Versai Tech was not found within Quillion, but the one member of The Killain who was allowed to live for a darker purpose…
Was Isis Surul…
VC Deception –
Chapter IX - Misdirection
INTERIOR: THE VERSAI MANSION – DOCKING BAY
Val kneeled before the tattered portrait of his lover Gen Zeridian, his artwork and careful paint strokes dismembered and rendered in a blur from carbon scoring, to sprays of oil and hydraulic fluid flung upon the tattered canvas, the three slashes having been clearly inflicted by one of the Krath War Droid’s deadly blade wielding arms, but the message in blood was written by a human…of whom it was not clear but its purpose and effect was very successful in pissing of its receiver…
Before Val allowed himself to read too heavily into the writing on the painting’s surface, before he could truly focus upon each word amidst his vision blurring in and out of focus from an assault powerful enough to knock even he, the legendary Valaryc Versai out of commission, his mind buzzed with the previous events…his memory only knowing what he felt, what he saw trying to imagine what he did not know or could not see…the picture began to play back in his memory, flowing like a river the pace went from a smooth, touching moment, to the overpowering intensity of battle and conflict…slowly his eyes closed as he focused his mind to block out the anger coursing through his veins, or the pain, or the damage or even the message to the points he could recall…seeing himself and Isis dashing from the forest after the droids attempted assassination backfired…to a figure looming above the archway to the interiors of the Versai Mansion then to Isis…flung back, pushed by some unseen force but it was The Force that revealed to him a presence he had not felt since…….
His training years…
EXTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – COURTYARD
It was as fast as lightning; Val grabbed Isis’s hand and headed for the main entranceway of his Mansion, to reach the safety of the lower decks. All the while racing through his mind was how in the hell did the defenses to his Mansion get taken offline so easily. Of all people only he and Lance had the access codes to the higher levels of security within both Versai Tech and his mansion…Val had one thought, only a slight one that Lance might be The Mole because only Lance would have the access, but knowing his friend well he dismissed the idea recalling that Lance’s Quarters were infiltrated and it was all too clear now by the invasive forces rolling in from the rainforest that The Mole had broken into Lance’s room for more reasons then to assassinate him.
He wanted the codes…
Val flipped up his wrist comlink and barked his commands into the central processing unit of his defense network, an AI like his trusty droid Sacul but far less evolved.
VAL – (yelling in comlink) COMPUTER WHY ARE THE DEFENSES TO MY MANSION OFFLINE!
COMPUTER – THE DEFENSES WERE DEACTIVATED
VAL – WHAT??? THEN BRING THEM BACK ONLINE!
COMPUTER – UNABLE TO COMPLY….ACCESS DENIED
VAL – (stunned) WHAT THE HELL? I MADE YOU, YOU USELESS PIECE OF BANTHA FODDER! I SAID GET THOSE DEFENSES UP AND GET THEM ONLINE NOW!
COMPUTER – UNABLE TO COMPLY…
VAL –YOU ARTIFICIAL BASTARD! I DON’T HAVE TIME TO SCREW AROUND WITH YOU! THERE ARE A THOUSAND TERRIBLE THINGS COMING THIS WAY AND I DON’T INTEND TO MAKE EXTRA PLACES AT THE DINNER TABLE!
Isis raised her eyebrow and looked towards Val barking into his wrist communicator, shaking her head slightly with a grin, but her eyes diverted towards something moving above the archway to the entrance they were vastly approaching in a dashed sprint…she could have swore she saw the shadows move…if only for an instant but as she peered into the darkness…there was nothing.
VAL – (growls, taking a deep breath) Computer…reason for denied access…
COMPUTER – YOU DO NOT HAVE THE PROPER ACCESS CODES TO REACTIVE THE DEFENSE PARAMETERS.
VAL – What, you mean the password?
COMPUTER – AFFIRMATIVE…
VAL – If that is all that you require then open up your ears and jot this down…
COMPUTER – NEGATIVE, I DO NOT POSSESS EARS OR WRITING INSTRUMENTS.
VAL – (growls loudly) SHUT UP AND LISTEN…
COMPUTER - LISTENING…
VAL – 1879…Alpha…Deka…Zeridian…456
COMPUTER – PROCESSING...
VAL – NOW GET THE DEFENSES ONLINE!
COMPUTER – UNABLE TO COMPLY…PASSWORD IS INCORRECT
VAL – WHAT DO YOU MEAN INCORRECT! (breaths) State reason for refusal…
Isis’s eyes darted towards the archway again; slowly her blonde hair billowed along her shoulders as her eyes gazed from Val speaking to his wrist, back to the shadows again. Her fingers slide down along her new attire that Val had created for her, both tight fitting but lined with a blaster dampening material it was as elegant as it was effective in combat situations. Her fingers delved along the hilt of her lightsaber, the index tracing the etched logo of The Killain “brand” placed within the webbed handgrip of the handle. Each Killain Warrior was expected to create their own lightsabers but were denied ownership of them…every weapon except for a few exceptions like Crymson Vachon’s lightsaber were branded with the Killian logo to show that all that they had belonged to their master Quillion.
This explained her joy over Val presenting her with her original lightsaber within Versai Tech in her recovery room, because the lightsaber once used in service of Quillion and held under his ownership now belonged solely to Isis, and it would be used to bring down what he worked so hard to erect, she had vowed that her lightsaber would never leave her side again and like she, it would remain liberated from his tyranny and control, him and his second in command…Crymson Vachon.
Isis’s emerald gaze shifted again towards the shadows above the archway to the mansion, she couldn’t see what was going on, she even began to wonder if she was seeing things, but knowing that danger was approaching the mansion from the darkness of the rainforest, though not in range just yet…she felt the Force flow through her veins, like her brother had shown her…how to prepare for the unexpected and await it to reveal itself to its target.
Her focus went back to Val screaming obscenities into his wrist communicator, back to the shadows then back to a more calmer version of Val trying to persuade the computer, hoping to reach it with kindness rather then threats…all of which seemed useless since the defenses to the Mansion which were out of sight did not reveal themselves, laying dormant in their resting places. Still she felt along her hip, ready to release her weapon from its slumber at a moment’s notice, the light of the twin moons shone off her necklace Val had presented to her a month into staying on the grounds of his exotic estate.
The Versai crest hung from a chain of gold, at the time it had two meanings before the big revelation of Val being her brother. The first was a symbol of protection, that anyone who wanted to mess with Isis would have to suffer the wrath of the legendary Valaryc Versai, and most were smart enough to respect anyone who was under his watchful eye, to anger Val was to unleash hell upon yourself. Corrie also had the Versai Crests along her costume, but found mostly within her wristlets that shone with golden hues applied through chemical bonding for display purposes, covered over the ultra tough and durable surfaces of Luxor Armor that allowed her wristlets to repel blaster fire up to a DL-44 with ease, providing she was fast enough, the twin crests beveled into the metallic surfaces.
The second reason Isis was given the necklace that she now proudly displayed was Val’s attempt at courtship with her. Truly before she knew he was her brother and she his sister there was a bond as deep as love between them, the necklace was a gift given in dedication to one another and a symbolic representation of a bond between woman and man. However its intent was now more along the lines of rebirth, rebirth between the last two surviving Versai.
Val and Sara, the last known possessors of the original Versai family bloodline were together but as quickly as the reunion had given them joy, the intrusive antics of The Killain had re-evoked the need to survive, to be on edge and to go on the defensive…Isis’s eyes blinked once more, and slowly opened evoking the technique Val had shown her to achieve her focus, as his master Gen had taught to him, knowledge passed on from teacher to student, to teacher to student again…and most effective. Inside her, Isis could feel some strange feeling of dread emanating from the archway…and the darkness within it, but her eyes soon started to look beyond the void of black shadows to make out a pattern in their formation.
Had the shadows been plants, the shapes would sway back and forth in unison, and would remain unchanged in form, but the shadows flowing along the off white walls, were morphing into other flowing contours…changing…not remaining in unison by evolving as if they were being cast in different positions, different locations…moved around in a sea of liquid silhouette…
It was then that Isis’s mind began to run through its possibilities, her body now standing directly before the spectacle, as her head tipped up, narrowing her eyes to try and see what the shadow was, what it was about this spot that drew her attention in like a spider’s web of intrigue.
Val still spoke to the computer, trying to reason with it as one code after another he spoke to the infernal machine was rejected then he tried a new strategy, watching Isis from a small distance.
VAL – Computer…state reason for code refusal.
COMPUTER – ACCESS CODES ARE INCORRECT.
VAL – Impossible! Unless…
Val’s brows knitted for a moment as he thought over the significance of The Mole breaking into Lance’s room and the connection between that event and the visions of fingers typing in commands to lower his shields…he deduced the reason for the incorrectly inputted codes, which were NOT incorrectly spoken or given…but altered.
VAL – Computer…Status of Access Code Log
COMPUTER – REFERENCING…CODES WERE ACCESSED WITHIN VERSAI TECHNOLOGIES FACILITIES.
VAL – Source of code transmission…
COMPUTER – CODES ACCESSED AND IMPLEMENTED BY HIGH SECURITY CLEARANCE…THIRD FLOOR OF VERSAI TECHNOLOGIES FACILITIES.
VAL – Recall Access Code Identifier.
COMPUTER – ACCESS DENIED – INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED CODE RED CONFIDENTIALITY.
VAL – Computer, access command protocol override procedure “SCORCHED MOON” Versai, Valaryc code #2020406 – B2X2LOTR.
COMPUTER – PROCESSING – ACCESS GRANTED CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER VALARYC WINTERS VERSAI – LIMITED ACCESS AVAILIBLE.
ISIS – (eyes locked on the shadows) Val! Val…quit screwing with your wrist and get over here…There’s something moving above the archway.
VAL – One second Isis, I’ve almost got this figured out!
ISIS – I’m not kidding brother, get off that thing and get over here…something isn’t right with this picture…
Val slowly walks over to Isis, still speaking into his wrist communicator, glancing up into the shadows above the archway hanging over the main entrance to the Versai Mansion, keeping his eyes divided from watching the shadow, Isis, and his lips speaking to the computer which now allowed him a little more access into his systems, but still kept even the CEO out of all access to his defense network.
ISIS – (slides her finger along her lightsaber) I sense something Val…I don’t know what it is but it’s coming from there…don’t you sense it?
VAL – (narrows his eyes) No, all I see is a damned shadow above the archway, and I really need to focus on this Isis, if I don’t find a way to get these defenses up we’re screwed!
ISIS – (keeps her eyes on the shifting shadow) I understand that brother, but I think that this deserves our attention at the moment, not some useless squad of droids prancing through the forest picking berries.
VAL – Uh, Isis if these figures are right on my communicator here, those “useless” droids are packing some serious firepower and they are not here to pick berries and throw stones…from my count there is a rather large force of metal coming this way and if we don’t get these defenses up then we’re going to be in for a world of hurt…all of us combined can’t take down the number of machines coming this way…I’d say we have about ten minutes before they come barging in.
ISIS – Fine! Focus on that…but I’m not taking my eyes off this shadow…its too much like its living, shifting…and its not plant life, I can’t tell what it is but its giving me the chills!
Val shrugs his shoulders, then speaks into his wrist communicator again.
VAL – Computer…name of previous access ID.
COMPUTER – PROCESSING…JADE, LANCE – RANK - VICE PRESIDENT
VAL – (growls) No! That’s not possible! Computer…Was a DNA sequence used in the terminal accessed?
COMPUTER – NEGATIVE…ACCESS CODES WERE IMPLEMENTED BY FOREGN IMPLICATION
VAL – Foreign implication? How?
COMPUTER – ELECTRONIC OVERRIDE…FORCED PROCEEDURE
VAL – Source of forced procedure…
COMPUTER – ELECTRONIC MANIPULATION…
Val’s eyes narrowed, as his lips parted with a gasp…he understood the term “electronic manipulation” very well, for he had used such tactics on various droids and password protected doors many times in the past, even used them on potential bomb threats and droid squads. What Val could gather from this new piece of the puzzle surrounding the mysterious Versai Tech Mole now narrowed down the playing field between the normal staff…and the “gifted” staff…for Val now knew that The Mole….
Was a force user…
Quickly Val continued his deductive conversation with the computer, while watching Isis standing with one hand on her hip, the other along her side, hair blowing in the increasing, cool winds of an approaching storm spreading across Alpha Xeridia’s sky. Her jet black jumpsuit, adorned with small curved pockets of red armor stretched tight along her figure, the material shielding her from any blaster damage that might ensue from a sneak attack, but Val’s eyes watched the bushes rustling from the increasing winds, like a cat Isis’s own emerald gaze was focused upon the same dark void above the archway, her body rigid and stiff ready to move like a timid feline at the first hint of danger…she felt something from the dark confines of that single location and whatever it was, that feeling of dread grew stronger, but also began to slowly also become…familiar.
Isis knew whatever it was…her mind was playing through images as her fingers gripped her saber and slowly began to unclip it from her belt, feeling that presence increase.
VAL – Computer…Were the codes overridden?
COMPUTER – NEGATIVE.
VAL – Why are my codes not acceptable?
COMPUTER – ACCESS CODES ARE NO LONGER UPDATED
VAL – Explain…
COMPUTER – ACCESS CODES WERE CHANGED BY VICE PRESIDENT LANCE JADE
VAL – Voice recognition used for procedure?
COMPUTER – NEGATIVE…VOICE RECOGNITION OVERRIDDEN
VAL – Source?
COMPUTER – ELECTRONIC MANIPULATION…BY FOREIGN SOURCE
VAL – Computer…full procedure used for access by foreign source.
COMPUTER – FOREIGN SOURCE…USED TO OVERRIDE DNA SEQUENCER, VOICE RECOGNITION, FINGER PRINT ANALYSIS…FOREIGN SOURCE UNABLE TO OVERRIDE PRIORITY CODE PROCEEDURES, ACCESS CODES PROPERLY ENTERED BY VICE PRESIDENT LANCE JADE, CODES UPDATED AND ALTERED TO NEW CONFIGURATION REGARDING DEFENSE SYSTEMS AND SHIELD CONTROL FOR ALPHA XERIDIA AND TULAAB.
Val’s eyes shifted from the description, knowing now that it could not have been Lance who had changed the codes because if so, there would have been no need to override any of the defensive protocols with the central computer, proving his theory that The Mole had apparently broken into Lance’s quarters to steal valuable access codes to infiltrate both Versai Tech and his Versai Mansion defenses and shield controls. What bothered Val the most was that the tactics were devised with swift efficiency which led Val to conclude that the The Mole was far more clever then he had led himself or others to believe. Knowing now a few more clues to his identity, Val only cared about trying to find a loophole to get the defenses to his planet and his mansion back online, seeing Isis growing more nervous and more threatened by the void and that is when Val also began to feel the disturbing signature…of another.
Val’s eyes narrowed in pure concentration upon the darkness above his archway, as his body drew in the Force like liquid lightning, fueling his attributes of strength and speed, prepping him for the battle he could see unfolding before him, knowing that now was the time his past had caught up with him in the form of the abomination upon his domains, and Isis seemed to recognize the threat as well…but no, she could never comprehend the skill it possessed and its dark tendencies loomed over his estate for one reason alone…
Val quickly sprinted towards Isis, as Corrie came walking out the twin golden doors of the Mansion, in a fraction of a second, both Corrie and Val were sent flying backward as the darkness swirled from the archway down to the wet grasses below, Isis quickly extended her forest green lightsaber, as the figure dressed in flowing black had extended both hands, palms out standing to the side, the forward hand delivering a fierce force push to Val’s midsection, sending him launching backwards into the side of his central fountain, crashing into it, while Corrie was hurled by the other hand, sending her figure careening into the Foyer, and back on against the twin staircases at the bottom of them, for now leaving her subdued and confused, while Val was left distanced from Isis, as the figure slowly craned its eyes up towards the solitary, and defense prone girl baring her saber like fangs in the dark figure’s presence.
The figure was wrapped in a jet black cloak, the only visible portion that revealed she was a woman was the contours of her cloak, the hood was up over her face as twin orbs of crimson red peered from behind it, lifting its head towards Isis, who stood strong, her hair whipped back along her shoulder, eyes narrowed and focused for any move the intruder might make…
But Isis…was too slow…
It was only seconds, as the figure lowered its arms, that the significance of its object was revealed, slipping from the void of darkness within its cloak, shimmering with highlights of silver, gold, and red hues. The weapon set forth in one hand was spun around with expert precision as one end of its dual menace erupted in a jetted pathway of dazzling pink luster…
From the speed of the intruder and the weapon of choice, Isis knew exactly whom the attacker was and so did Val, not because of its weapon or its abilities but of her force signature, deep down Val mentally prepared himself to face off against the one single foe who had defeated him brutally in battle, trying to get to his feet in time, controlling the slight echoes of pain riddling through his lower back from the impact of his body slamming into the upper cylinder of the main fountain, above him in the skies the lightning began to flash and the rain began to sprinkle. Val quickly sprang his head backward to the crashing sounds of tumbling trees as the invaders poured in, unprovoked by the mansion’s still lowered defenses, but with some distance between he and Isis and the intruding army, he quickly tried to reach his sister, but the figure was quick to slam his ribs with thunderous telekinetic blows, sending Val spiraling to the floor, clutching them have felt the blows beyond his armor plating, only one person known in the galaxy used this tactic so effectively…
Isis stood against Crymson, whom still hid her features behind her dark black cloak, only spinning her blade up in vertical slash towards Isis, in which Isis quickly countered the blow with a stunning parry, beginning a gradually increasing duel of pink and green luminescence.
CRYMSON – DID YOU REALLY THINK THERE WAS A PLACE THAT QUILLION COULD NOT FIND YOU CHILD! DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD HIDE FROM OUR EYES!
ISIS – Shut up…
Crymson’s blade came in waves of four, first high, then low, then reversed towards Isis’s back, down along to the back of her legs, but Isis had learned from her brother’s teachings well, as well as her own combat techniques and she proved to hold her own against Crymson’s assault, unleashing a fury of slashes and jabs of her own, still the pace Crymson moved left her black outfit in a blur, and her saber just as deadly resembled a fan from the light being swayed back and forth, the brilliance of green and pink blades colliding almost rivaled that of the white hot lightning flashes streaking through the skies above them, the rain picking up to a steady pace, hissing off the twin blades as Isis and Crymson met a standoff, blades locked together each struggling for power, their faces illuminated by their dazzling weaponry.
CRYMSON – If you only knew child! If you only understood how it is that I stand before you once more…you would not have come.
ISIS – I know enough, I know that you are an old woman who belongs in a museum, frozen in carbonite and left to rot! I will NEVER forgive nor forget what you have allowed to come to pass!
CRYMSON – (growling) YOU KNOW NOTHING GIRL! YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND BUT YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THEN A VICTIM OF YOUR OWN MISDIRECTION!
ISIS – MISDIRECTION! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!
CRYMSON – (grins, pushing harder against Isis) Oh you think you have it all figured out don’t you Isis? DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE SO EASILY! DID YOU THINK YOU WERE FREE FROM OUR GRASP!
CRYMSON – (leans in close to Isis’s face) You were let go…
ISIS – (slams her blade into Crymson’s with fierce intensity) LAIR! I WAS POISONED AND LEFT TO DIE! I HAVE MEDICAL RECORDS TO PROVE IT!
CRYMSON – Misdirection Isis! All misdirection from the truth! You were let go to SERVE US!
ISIS – YOU LIE!
Crymson’s foot slams between Isis’s legs having little effect but push her off her center of balance, causing Isis to fall back, quickly extinguish her saber and roll backwards to her knees, standing once more, glaring to Crymson’s narrowed eyes, as her streak of white flowed along her glowing red embers within the sea of darkness of her raised hood, the pink hues of her saber blade only showing slight highlights off her facial regions as she approaches Isis, taking her ground once more.
CRYMSON – You were tagged and released like a whipped little kitten…
ISIS – Tagged? What trickery is this? I would have remembered such a thing and surely the security measures would have detected such a device! YOU LIE!
CRYMSON – Think girl…think hard about your experiences…Can you recall what happened AFTER YOU SAW HIS FACE! DO YOU REMEMBER ANY MOMENT BEYOND WAKING WITHIN THAT STRIPPED DOWN CILVILAIN FRIGATE IN TIBANNOPOLIS’S AIRSPACE!
ISIS – I….I…I was unconscious!
CRYMSON – EXACTLY GIRL! WHILE YOU HAD YOUR BEAUTY SLEEP QUILLION HAD A TRACKING DEVICE IMPLANTED INTERNALLY BEHIND YOUR LEFT THIGH!
ISIS – NO! THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DETECTED!
Crymson’s blade comes in a fury, as fast as Val’s lesson on Corrie, back and forth Isis is barely able to block the onslaught as Crymson’s blade narrowly misses cleaving off Isis’s legs, slicing her back, or severing her spine, Isis is quick but clearly Crymson’s seeds of self doubt begin to take root as a new picture forms within Isis’s mind, with the distraction her skills falter, and Crymson was the master of both physical and psychological warfare.
Val sprang to his feet, dashing towards Crymson, but the thunderous impacts to his ribs only continued, increased in intensity sending him back down to the grass, his mind trying to evoke Force of Will but with the scenes of his sister in grave danger, the memories of his defeat at Crymson’s hand blazing through his thoughts like wildfire and the shock of his defenses being down, he too has much distracting his full potentials. Corrie’s deep brown eyes slowly came into focus as she rubbed the back of her head, throbbing from the impact of her body slamming into the stairs, trying to gain her balance and her focus, peering through one of the windows to the twin blades of green and pink slashing in the falling rain, knowing the danger that looms outside, her hand sliding to her DL-44, slowly creeping towards the door knowing some how, some way, this figure knew her presence well and would keep her in check if she were to be discovered.
Crymson had Isis pinned to the ground now, having managed to get her off her own feet, her dazzling pink blade pried into Isis’s green saber edge, pushing closer to her face, only intensifying the radiance of her emerald green eyes, locked with the blazing fury of Crymson’s own. Crymson’s strategy was working well, she could have very well easily dispatched Isis without so much as a second thought, but her plan was to make Val watch and not interfere, before Crymson would evoke her Master’s orders in full, grinning from ear to ear as the first wave of Krath War Droids broke through tumbled trees, training their blasters on Val, keeping him pinned as he ignited his golden yellow saber and defended the blazing red hail of blaster fire, deflecting with as much accuracy as she had seen before on the Forest Moon of Endor, knowing well his skill or so she would be led to believe.
CRYMSON – Yes! It is truth Isis Surul…You were tagged, and released so that the elusive Valaryc Versai would draw himself from his shadows, rescue you and lead US TO HIS SECRET LOCATIONS! YOU ARE THE REASON I STAND HERE TODAY. YOU ARE THE REASON THAT VERSAI TECH WAS LEFT IN RUINS! IT’S HIS LOVE FOR YOU THAT HAS LED TO HIS BLINDNESS! BLIND FROM THE OBVIOUS!
ISIS – NO! IT CANNOT BE TRUE!
CRYMSON – It is undeniable and unavoidable to question the facts Isis, you were not poisoned to die but to remain stationary, surprisingly Val found a cure to our bio engineered toxins, but after we were informed of your recovery, we sent our little tagged kitty out on her own, and she faithfully led us to EXACTLY WERE WE NEEDED TO GO!
ISIS – SUCH A DEVICE WOULD HAVE BEEN DETECTED!
CRYMSON – Oh I suppose you are right except there is that one little thing, being out of the flock as led you to forget…WE USE STEALTH TECHNOLOGY IDIOT! OUR WEAPONS AND EQUIPMENT WERE MADE SPECIFICALLY TO AVOID DETECTION!
ISIS – IT’S A LIE! X-RAYS! MEDICAL RECORDS WOULD HAVE SEEN SUCH A DEVICE!
CRYMSON – You are correct but not if the device was made to RESEMBLE YOUR OWN ANATOMY!
Isis slides her fingers along the back of her left thigh, indeed there was a unnatural hardness never thought of out of the ordinary there before, muscles when touched mold and bend, but along her own a single spot remained unchanged by pressure placed upon it…Crymson was telling the truth.
CRYMSON – OH BUT IT IS! LOOK WITHIN YOUR QUIVERING HEART GIRL, YOU KNOW IT BE TRUE, YOU KNOW NOW THE POWER OF MISDIRECTION, IT WAS NEVER FAILURE THAT LED TO YOUR CONVICTION ISIS! IT WAS WEAKNESS!
Crymson’s saber comes crashing down into Isis’s blade, held horizontally across her chest as she rolls towards the right, tumbling her body outward, saber off and clutched along her chests, enough distance achieved that Crymson’s downward slashes scorch the ground with her downward thrusts, inches from Isis’s rolling figure, slipping her legs through Crymson’s own, as her blade comes to slide through her chest, Isis’s quickly slams her heels into Crymson’s kneecaps, sending her swing backward, with her legs locked, Crymson is forced to fall flat on her back, but as quickly as she is caught off guard, she is right back up again, spinning in a 360 degree turn, her blade contacts Isis’s green saber first from the front, across to her midsection, then deflected up, as Isis sidesteps, sending her blade towards Crymson’s unguarded ribs, but not fast enough as Crymson unleashes her uncanny burst of force speed, suddenly behind Isis in a blink of an eye, she sends a powerful kick to the small of her back, causing Isis to arch backward in pain, slamming face first to the floor. The cocky Crymson slamming her heel into the same tender spot, standing above her fallen opponent, Isis’s saber tumbling from her grasp, rolling along the grass and into a bush.
Crymson extinguishes her lightsaber and clips it to her belt, slamming her knee into Isis’s back, pulling her by the hair up, growling into her eyes, sliding her fingers along Isis’s neck and yanking harder upwards whispering in her ear as Isis’s lips cry out in pain and defiance.
CRYMSON – Understand this girl, I have laid waste to people like you for years, and even your own BROTHER has fallen to my skill, you are no different…You are as easy to squash as a bug beneath my heel, you now feel it don’t you? The weakness that riddles your body powerless to my advances…Shall I tell you a secret Isis?
ISIS – HOW DO YOU KNOW HE’S MY BROTHER?
CRYMSON – From your release girl, your DNA was quite peculiar, it wasn’t until after you were in HIS care that Quillion came to discern your importance to his family bloodline. You can’t imagine the anger that flowed through him learning such a secret, but then again that’s why we are here now…to take back what is OURS.
ISIS – GO TO HELL CRYMSON! I BELONG TO NO ONE!
CRYMSON – I have been instructed to pursue other methods before skinning your hide. Among them is whipping your brother to a bloody pulp. You see Isis, it was I who set off the alarms at the Versai Tech Institution…It was I who watched your prone body invaded by Quillion’s advances in your sleep, and I who watched the little blip on the radar screen pulsate and lead us directly to the unknown locations that now lay torn open like a festering wound…YOU ARE THE KEY ISIS, FROM YOUR PLANNED RESCUE YOU FOLLOWED QUILLION’S ORDERS PERFECTLY AND IT IS YOU WHO WE HAVE TO THANK FOR LEADING US TO THE ELUSIVE VERSAI MANSION, YOU WHO WILL LIVE WITH THE GUILT OF ITS DESTRUCTION!
ISIS – No…I didn’t know!
CRYMSON – (laughs) THAT’S THE BEAUTY OF IT ISIS! THAT’S THE GRAND PAYOFF GIRL! FIRST YOU, THEN YOUR BROTHER, THEN ANYONE ELSE WHO STANDS IN THE KILLAIN’S WAY! YOU HAVE TRIGGERED THE END OF THE VERSAI AND OUR RESISTANCE!
ISIS – Val is stronger then you will EVER know Crymson, and I will be around when you learn that.
CRYMSON – Oh Isis, such the perfect little soldier in our ranks, if its any consolation, you were never kicked from The Killian, merely sent undercover without your knowledge and I must say your services very soon will no longer be required…Val’s however…are just beginning.
ISIS – He’ll NEVER serve you!
CRYMSON – Oh he will come Isis, he will fight, he will kill, and he will come…He will come at our beckon because YOU will cause it, because of you Isis, the man you know, the man you trust and consider noble, kind, and honorable…Will transform into his TRUE nature…his darker nature.
ISIS – No! Never! He’s stronger then that!
CRYMSON – Is he Isis? Or should I say…Sara. Do you really think that Val will hide behind his noble image forever? Oh no I know what is to come Sara, and I can guarantee you that your brother WILL succumb to his dark side, and you…you will remain the key.
ISIS – Even if he does turn Crymson, you will have no comprehension of the power you will unleash upon yourselves…Val is more then you or anyone can handle. Never have I laid eyes upon such a man with so much pain, and torture…so much struggle. Beware of your intentions Crymson, I warn YOU…unleash his dark side, and you will live no longer.
CRYMSON – HAH HAH HAH. I’ve beat his noble ass before, and I will do it again…only this time his lover Gen will not be around to save him…but then again, death is not in my instructions…at least not his own…
Crymson grabs Isis’s head and makes her watch Val slicing Krath War Droids with ease, having no longer endured the telekinetic blows to his ribs, but this also a part of Crymson’s master plan, letting him gain the advantage, before she makes Isis watch Val drop back to one knee as the slamming pains continue, but with the distraction, Isis pretends to remain helpless, but her lightsaber begins to roll from the bush, along the grass from a focused force grab, slowly calling her own saber back to her hand, Isis let’s Crymson gloat whether her words are true or not, deep down Isis knows that in the end, good will always prevail.
Crymson’s eyes light up in delight was she curls her free hand into a fist, slamming it towards the ground, causing Val to narrowly miss being slashed by the approaching Krath War Droid army as another thunderous slam to his ribs presents itself. The droids hack and march their way into the Courtyard. Suddenly Crymson’s eyes are diverted away towards the door of the mansion as Corrie comes barreling out the twin doors with uncanny speeds, leaping over Crymson she rolls on to her knees and draws two DL-44 blasters, taking aim and firing at the droids, slamming into their metallic plates they fall quickly to her expert marksmanship.
Quickly while Crymson is distracted, Isis brings her saber up, rolling her body to lie below Crymson’s own, slithering from her hold around her neck, holding the emitter shroud points under Crymson’s chin, her finger on the trigger, which if successful would send her forest green saber through Crymson’s skull as Crymson’s eyes gaze downward, glaring to Isis.
CRYMSON – Clever girl…
Before Isis can ignite her saber, Crymson spins off her body, rolling to her feet, Isis is now the one in full charge, fueled by anger from Crymson and Quillion’s deception and perhaps guilt from bringing misfortune to her brother because of a stupid tracking device, it is anger that allows Isis to attack Crymson with such ferocity that she’s sent pinned against a tree, but it is also anger that allows her to leave herself open to the most amateur of mistakes as Crymson moves from stabbing gesture from Isis, who’s blade cleaves into the trunk of the tree, driving her body clear along it, as Crymson’s fists slam into every portion of Isis’s pinned midsection, tenderizing her body with each deadly fist with pinpoint accuracy, the martial arts combat of Crymson showing her deadly skills in full unleashed fury. The thought that raced through Crymson’s mind was that she could easily kill Isis at anytime and send a message to her brother Valaryc Versai, but that was the sole thing Quillion had forbid her from doing in this particular location…Quillion wanted Isis dealt with in a particular way and it was not left up to Crymson to carry out that task…she was instructed to play a different role in his master plan.
Crymson grabbed Isis’s beaten body and threw her away from the tree, sending a swift kick to her stomach driving the air from her lungs, as Val’s eyes locked on to her…Crymson’s lips parted with glee at the thought of a REAL challenge, her eyes glaring to Isis kicking her hard in the stomach once more as Isis tried to stand up, sent to the ground again from the thundering impact. Crymson was ready for the MAIN COURSE in her conquest of Quillion’s wishes, and her attention turned to the other thorn in her side, ruining her fun with Val and the droids…
Crymson moved in a blur, as Corrie spun around to blast the endless onslaught of droids plaguing the mansion grounds, thirty now lie in pieces and hundreds more took their place, with even the best marksmanship the sheer number of droids threatened to overwhelm even her and Val, but as she pondered this she spotted Crymson rushing towards her, saber drawn. With her blasters clicking, empty Corrie withdrew her lightsaber hilt and a purple blue blade screamed from the emitter shroud.
Corrie had turned her saber blade from blue to a more vibrant bluish-purple hue using her newly acquired lightsaber proficiency skills, she thought she was ready for the challenge Crymson was racing to bring her…she thought wrong.
In a instant, Crymson’s blade met her own and the sheer force of the impact sent Corrie flying back three feet, struggling to grab her lightsaber, Crymson called the hilt to her hand before Corrie could react, looking at the device unimpressed, she hurled it into the air and out into the darkness of the forest, the hilt spinning in a sparkle, illuminated by another flash of lightning before disappearing from site.
CRYMSON – Awe…you lost your little toys.
CORRIE – Woman, you’re gonna lose more then your looks if you don’t go fetch…
CRYMSON – Pathetic…
Crymson’s blade extinguishes long enough for her to grab Corrie by the hair, and whip her face first into the trunk of another nearby tree, knocking Corrie unconscious from the sheer impact. Crymson’s eyes glared towards three approaching Krath war Droids whom mistook her for a target, finding in seconds the error of their programmed judgments as Crymson’s glittering pink saber cleaved them in four sections to the floor without so much as a bead of sweat. Val was still pinned down by the approaching menaces, he had even managed to repel three powerful blasts from approaching TIE crawlers and sent the shots back through the muzzles of the blaster carbines, exploding the giant toys into giant unless paperweights littering the landscape, Crymson had to admit she was impressed by the maneuver, seeing ONE man take on three tanks, hordes of deadly sword wielding Krath Droids and still hold his own at age 45. Her mouth salivated that the chance of taking him down…Quillion had ordered Crymson to knock Val into unconsciousness but not to bring him permanently damaged, The Killian had arrived to take what they pleased and leave what they didn’t in ruins.
Isis slowly crawled to her feet once more, watching Crymson. Her heels dug into the wet mud of the grass, soaked with the outpour of rain, streaking her forest green blade back to life towards her hated foe, showing no signs of pain or weakness in her assault, Crymson was caught off-guard only slightly, leaping back with anger filling her eyes she looked to Corrie, then to Val, then to Isis as Val’s eyes caught site of her, his pace now wading through the weaker droids, towards her location screaming her name.
VAL – CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYMMSSSSSSSSSSSONNNNNNN!!!!!!!
CRYMSON – IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN BRING ME VAL! IS THIS THE PINNACLE OF YOUR TEACHING PROWESS? A WASHED UP TRAITOR! A DROWNED RAT IN A FANCY COSTUME!
ISIS – Drowned rat???? OH YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME A DROWNED RAT!
CRYMSON – That and much more…kitten.
Isis’s forest green blade collides with Crymson’s pink saber, twirling and swirling in combos of counters and fierce advances, before the fateful moment arrives that blazes in front of Val’s eyes.
VAL – ISIS GET AWAY FROM HER! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE DEALING WITH YOU’RE NOT READY!
ISIS – NEITHER WERE YOU VAL! BUT WE DON’T HAVE MUCH CHOICE IN THE MATTER DO WE! STICK TO PLAYING WITH THE SOLDIERS! I CAN HANDLE THIS!
VAL – NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ONE THING ABOUT CRYMSON! SHE ISN’T…
Before Val can shout out his words, Crymson’s hidden tactics show as she adjusts the dial on her saber to lower the intensity of her blade, causing Isis to over swing into her attacks, and at one point her blade passes through nothing but a shaft of light from Crymson’s blade, as she raises her knee to Isis’s face slamming hard into it, grabbing her by the hair, yanking her back before sending the pointed ends of her saber towards her chest. Isis proves to be resilient, though stunned, able to free herself before Crymson sends the fully powered saber blade through to where her chest would have met it, using her skill Isis’s blade spins upward under the blade and using a tactic like Val had shown her, she thrusts upward hard, sending Crymson’s saber blade high in the air, leaving her midsection exposed, leaving her the perfect moment to unleash Val’s famous signature maneuver…but what Isis doesn’t know, that Val does is that Crymson knows the vulnerable position all to well.
VAL – ISIS NO! GET OUT OF THE WAY! IT’S A TRICK!
Crymson growls towards Isis, as she sends her forest green saber already in motion towards Crymson’s seemingly unguarded midsection to half her in two, but before Isis’s blade can reach, the second deadly blade from Crymson’s dual weapon extends with lightning fast intensity, causing Isis’s blade to slam into it and pin the deadly saber from her body. As quick as a cat, Crymson’s fingers extinguish both saber blades, spinning her body around, using one hand off Isis’s side as she tips forward to regain her balance.
Crymson sends the hilt of her saber held vertical slamming into the back of Isis’s vulnerable skull, the thundering force causes her to split Isis’s head open from the impact and immediately plunge Isis’s eyes to darkness, tumbling forward into unconsciousness.
VAL – NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!
Val glares towards the droids and moves as quick as liquid mercury, sending his saber hurling along the droids heads severing them, along with limbs and torsos, in seconds thirty more droids fall to the ground and he does not stop his assault, charging in pure focus Val’s blade cleaves into the chests of the advancing droids through on to a TIE crawler, sending his saber blazing through the protective central window and through the pilot, with another quick flick of his wrist the golden yellow saber pierces into the roof top and along through the cockpit of the tank, Val’s body somersaulting away as the TIE crawler explodes in a shower of sparks, but not before accidentally taking aim at two approaching juggernauts, taking out their tires, causing a chain reaction of lime bolted fury inside the vulnerable chassis, the two massive devices exploding in a shower of sparks as the rain from the skies hammer the ground, the combat crews in the twin blazing juggernauts accidentally are knocked off their targets and shatter trees, droids, and their own forces in a blazing chain reaction of death and destruction.
Val’s eyes lock on to Crymson, as he smiles to the damage behind him having left no less than a hundred droids in ruins, even though still more approach and a good portion of The Killain invasion forces crippled as well, not able to attack the mansion with much more then a few blaster shots that found their mark, scaring the surface of his estate but not causing enough damage to seriously deface it. Val’s lips curled in a fit of rage, looking to Corrie fallen to his right, and Isis bleeding from the back of her head before Crymson’s feet. Crymson’s robe soaked with the rain that falls, no longer billows but hags along her body like a wet, heavy shroud, the shroud of pain and self doubt that she’s weaved along her fallen opponents and as the rains poured heavier upon her, and the lightning flashed more intensely throughout the shattered skies of Alpha Xeridia, the final battle between past and present was about to take place…
Crymson’s eyes narrowed as she looked to a squad of Krath War Droids approach and stop before her, keeping her gaze on Val who stood five feet from her present location.
CRYMSON – Take the girl…to the proper place and see that the others find the location as well…things must be perfect, this is the Master’s wishes, they WILL be carried out….NOW GO! LEAVE ME!
Two of the Krath Droids pick up Isis by her arms, one of which flings her body along its shoulder, dashing into the mouth of the mansion’s Foyer, as Val is pinned back by blaster fire before he can stop the events, forced to watch and plan after he passes through his greatest obstacle he has ever known, Crymson herself.
Standing before her, as the rain pelts his coat, running off his crimson red armor Val prepared himself as the approaching Killian invaders faded into the background, everything seeming to blur away as the only focus was placed upon he and Crymson, his fingers sliding along the hilt of Obi Wan Kenobie’s second saber, slowly extending the blade in diagonal direction from one hand, while his golden yellow saber extended from the second direction, both crossing each other with a sputter of sparks into a “X” formation.
Val’s brown orbs were bathed in the yellow and blue hues of his saber, as he watched Crymson draw her own and ignite first the left, then the right of her dual weapon, spinning around the device with expert precision, both blades extending in mid spin, causing the trails of the pink pathways to almost form two twin circles, with the shiny silver handle separating them…She was ready.
stumbled from the ground and caught site of Crymson and Val, reaching for
her saber…she had forgotten that Crymson had hurled the hilt into the darkness
of the forest, knowing she had more blasters inside the Mansion, she was
for the moment reduced to hand to hand combat at most and by the look in
Val’s eyes and the formation of his blades, as well as Crymson’s she didn’t
know what to do but asking for assistance from Val wasn’t an option, so
she dashed towards the door, managing to bypass Crymson, but only for a
fraction of a second as she felt her speed increase beyond her control,
hurling her right through a glass window, sending her skidding back towards
the EXACT spot she had slammed against earlier…Corrie growling at the obvious
humiliation that Crymson was trying to send her, and yet unknowing to Crymson,
even through the painful method of getting back inside, Corrie knew she
had access to weapons now, and she evaded the swings of a Krath War droid,
to dash towards the living room, pursued by three more War droids.
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – THE FOYER
Corrie quickly spotted four pillars before her, bucking behind one of them. Her eyes searching desperately for some weapon, something she could use to knock the circuitry out of the droids, she heard beating down the main doors to the mansion. Corrie desperately searched for Sacul, Val’s loyal droid hoping to find some sort of assistance, her mind wandering from what hell Val must be about to endure from the only person he’s admitted handed his butt to him on a silver plate. She knew however Val was much more skilled now, then his time in the past and she gambled that Crymson didn’t know this factor, seeking to preserve her own life at the moment, being one against a handful of droids heavily armed and sent to kill her…all Corrie could do was listen…and wait.
The thumping from
the closed doors grew louder and louder, then without warning as everything
seemed silent and Corrie let out a sigh of relief, her heat jumped to her
throat as the doors, luxurious in design were shattered by a massive explosion,
the result from a SD-10 droid that had cleared its way through the rainforest
and had taken aim on the doors from the exterior, shattering them to splinters
of their former selves, scattered and strew about as clouds of dust rose
into the Foyer, the thunder and lighting illuminating the once cozy and
safe main entranceway, the pounding of the rain only echoed by the impacts
along the roof above her.
The droids marched in, one after the other…ten in number, glistening from the rain dripping along their shiny metallic skeletons, baring blasters in one hand and in the other, a deadly short sword, their deep red eyes protruding from their shiny craniums searching for their fixed target…the girl.
As Corrie dashed to another pillar, one of the droids quickly snapped its head and its weapons forward, spotting the former pillar she rested behind, sending a salvo of blaster fire into the massive support column. Though heavily damaged on the surface, the pillar remained strangely erect and unrelenting in its design. The droid emitted a strange beep, as if in avid curiosity before snapping its jointed hands over to another pillar and repeating the same salvo attack, but this time the other nine droids began pacing through the various sections of the room, glancing above them through infrared imagery.
Their eyes detected any traces of heat change, but with Corrie soaked to the bone from the rain, her body temperature was thankfully undetectable. The other senses the droids used however, such as motion detection would give her position away in a instant, so she remained very still slowly letting just her brown eyes glance over to the wall, seeing the shadows of the droids moving from one place to another, slowly getting closer to her location…the clang along the floor from their dual jointed feet echoed through her skull as she struggled not to let fear set in, it wasn’t until she noticed that along with the blasters the droids were carrying, laser guided sites of deep red emitted outward, the dots and lines now sifting through the rooms with deadly accuracy, it was apparent that when Corrie was discovered…these droids were not a lie like the accuracy of stormtroopers…but when it was uttered that “only stormtroopers are so precise” these machines enforced the claim.
Slowly Corrie breathed in and out, relaxing her mind trying to remember what Val had told her in this situation…anger still seared her concentration as she damned Crymson for tossing her lightsaber out into the forest, with the weapon even though it wasn’t her primary weapon of choice, Corrie would be all over these droids, kicking their electronic tails. She froze instantly as a droid walked past her, the massive Krath War Droid’s eyes blazed with a blood red fury, the echoes of its hydraulic movements only sending more terror into Corrie’s trembling body, but she remained strong in her concentrating efforts, narrowly avoiding detection as one of the laser sighting dots barely grazed above her head…then passed.
CORRIE – Oh great, no lightsaber, no blasters…and I’m freezing my butt off in here…hell of a party Val! Now what in Yoda’s name am I supposed to do! Charm them??? I mean that robot over there isn’t half bad looking but then again it IS trying to kill me…
Corrie closed her eyes and thought back to one of her lessons in Val’s “Powerhouse”, the one where he made her battle less advanced droids with only her hands and…the force!
That was what she needed to rely on now! She focused her mind and let the force fuel her attributes of strength and speed, gazing over the metallic assassins roaming inches from her body, feeling the fear and dread that their clicking and clunking movements along the ground riveted into her melt away, instead she listened to the “oh wise master’s” words and examined the circuitry within the War Droids.
Suddenly she noted that the droids had a gyroscopic mechanism that allowed them to maintain their balance on their hunched over posture…she found the weakness! Corrie then thought to herself a moment over her force ability lessons, remembering the technique known as a “force pull”. She had used it to call her lightsaber to her hand but she pondered if it was focused hard enough if it could be used to tug on the gyros to the droids, and maybe yank them clear out of balance, causing the machines to tumble.
Corrie didn’t have long before a droid spotted her and informed the others of her discovery, as a blaze of crimson red blaster fire racked the pillar in front of her. With little choice Corrie dashed from the plaster and dust flying from the riddled pillar and locked her eyes on four of the droids midsections, using her hand she made a gesture of yanking the air with a powerful tug, and the four droids in her line of site suddenly toppled over and exploded, losing their balance the weight of their upper half on their fragile legs crushed them, in the downfall their blasters fired in all sorts of directions, slamming into the walls, into pictures, shattering vases, and burning curtains…and with the destruction, they also nailed their own allies as well.
Another salvo, and three more droids exploded in balls of electronic fire. This left only three War Droids left in the room, and soon Corrie began to feel her confidence grow again, stepping out from her hiding spot, she channeled the force into a barrier of sorts around her palm, stretching it outward, knocking two droids off balance with a force push.
CORRIE – Have a nice trip???
The droids sputtered and scowled, but as quickly as they were knocked down, they jumped right back to their feet, seeing the damage around them to their former comrade units, they holstered their blasters and ran towards Corrie with swords drawn.
CORRIE – Uh…I guess not! DAMN SECOND WINDS!
Corrie dashed towards one of the toppled droids, also a victim of blaster fire as she grabbed the short sword from its metallic grasp, barely able to get the blade up to parry a thunderous clang of another Krath Droid seeking to sever her neck from her shoulders.
CORRIE – Hehe, now you’re on my ground boy…
Corrie’s saber skills had improved greatly training with a master, and they showed well in her attack she launched on the droid assassins, her blade not as good as her saber but worked well enough had already severed off the arms of one of the three remaining assassins, then its leg rendering it powerless at her feet as it kicked and whined with its mechanics.
CORRIE – (twirls her sword) STOP WHINNING!
Corrie spins her new found weapon around 180-degrees before plunging the blade clear through the droid spasming at her feet, instantly rendering it mute, then she tugs up with the droid along the blade, tossing the halved torso in the path of a second War Droid approaching her, using the torso to pin back its deadly arms. With its weapons pinned back, Corrie’s eyes narrow, seeing the other droid swinging towards her, missing as it struggles to pull its blade from the flooring below it.
CORRIE – (to pinned droid) No need to lose your head over it…
Corrie spins her sword around, and ducks low sending the blade with authority towards the droid’s neck assemble, cleaving straight through the metal like a hot knife through butter. The head of the droid clangs to the floor and Corrie kicks it out the door with a swift gesture of her foot, while blowing a kiss towards the still erect body of the droid, seeing it tumble back and clatter on the floor, stiff and useless.
CORRIE – Then again…Perhaps I spoke too soon.
The last droid draws its sword from the floor and sends a vicious slash towards Corrie’s arm, clipping it with a deadly accurate slash. Corrie’s eyes widening, as her hand grips the laceration, growling low towards the droid, Corrie focuses to nullify the pain and retake her position against the droid, this time in pure focus she has only one goal now…kill it.
CORRIE – Let’s dance tin can…
The droid slashes towards Corrie’s shoulder, but this time Corrie counters sending the blade up and back, locking with it, her eyes boring into the red lenses of her attacker, letting a slight grin spread along her lips.
CORRIE – You are the dumbest excuse for a walking toaster I have ever seen!
The droid having no emotions sends a kick to Corrie’s stomach, knocking her back pinning her against the pillar behind. With deadly precision the droid attempts to cleave through her head, but Corrie takes a page out of Val’s game book and brings her blade up hard, causing the droid to miss, and lodge its blade at a diagonal angle into the sliced pillar. With its blade pinned, Corrie replicates the same maneuver that Val taught her and Isis with a slight twist. Dropping to one knee, she sends the blade straight through the War Droid’s midsection, but before it falls, she sidesteps to the left and spins around 180 to send her blade right through the droids neck assembly, halving the droid in three sections as the electronic sparks fly from its metal endoskeleton, then fall to the floor…defeated.
CORRIE – YEAH! THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT!
Corrie kicks the droid, as she heads off to find a blaster, but as her back is turned another squad of droids run into the room, stronger, bigger, and taller…taking aim, as quickly as she could rest she was back on the defensive again, with only her new found Krath War sword, against assassins who were far more developed then its predecessor with the same orders sent from Maligna above…
XIM Assassin Droids…
And their orders?
EXTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – COURTYARD
While Corrie was busy having to figure out what she was going to do against the new droids, outside Val’s saber was already locked with Crymson’s blade, the yellow and pink blades scorched loudly as the drops of rain above fell upon their white hot heat, but nothing was more heated then Val’s narrowed brown orbs locked with Crymson’s red eyes…the hatred ensuing between them in front of the central fountain.
Val’s hand, quickly ripped off Crymson’s hood from her head, revealing her more silver then black locks of hair along her head, and a new addition to her eye, the same tattoo that was on her shoulder was now also placed along her right eye as well, but her focus was unrelenting, fused with a deep obsession to finish what she started in the past against him, her anger over Gen’s involvement still burning within her mind as she looked to the older version of Valaryc Winters before her…trying to keep her anger in check to carry out Quillion’s specific orders.
VAL – For the love of Jinn Crymson! You’re even more uglier then I remember you! What happened to you? Get in bed with a Rancor?
CRYMSON – SHUT UP FOOL! FIGHT OR DIE!
VAL – So much for conversation…
Val’s blade slams hard into Crymson’s own, driving the pink fury towards her eyes, but Crymson quickly leans back, and with brute force enhanced strength, she uses her feet to roll backwards and send Val flying back into the grass, gaining distance. Her catlike agility has her back up on her feet in a fraction of a second, spinning her dual sabers in a 360-degree circle, and then aligned back along her side. Val’s eyes narrowed a bit are unrelenting as he charges forward, seeming to fall for the most amateur mistake in the book. He counts on Crymson standing there, holding out her saber for him to impale himself upon it, but as she does so, he uses his foot to actually walk up her chest, flip over her shoulders with one hand, and send his saber back to slice clean through her back, spinning on one heel.
The tactic was brilliant but Crymson was far more skilled then she let one, lifting her saber up over her head, she aligned the bottom of her dual blades to lie along her back vertical to the ground, and yanked it forward with a tug, causing Val’s incoming golden saber to miss its target and actually repel backwards towards his face. Val’s own attributes of strength and speed allowed him to easily control the shift in direction and send a slice downward towards her ankle.
Crymson spun on her heel, leaving the other in place which allowed her to approach Val from the side and turn her saber horizontal, using the hilt to slam it hard into Val’s jaw, sliding along his side, the maneuver was almost reminiscent of Darth Maul right before he slayed Qui Gon, but unlike Qui, Val didn’t stay dazed from the maneuver, as Crymson’s blade spins around to perform the exact maneuver, Val launches a well placed force push into Crymson sending her flying backward. Caught off guard, Crymson uses the momentum to her advantage, leaping higher off the ground she curls in her knees and spins through the air backward, widening the gap between her and Val, her twin blades forming almost two circles as they whip through the stormy, downpour of the storm high above them. Crymson is able to use the height to land upon top of a tree, glaring down to Val below her, assessing her next strategy.
VAL – You know Crymson, I expected more from you…Don’t you realize what can be pushed can also be PULLED!
Val’s fist closes and he yanks forward, with his eyes locked on Crymson who in turn is yanked from the tree and sent crashing towards the ground, but again Crymson uses her agility and brute strength to land on her feet, turning into a sprint she runs towards Val, with her saber horizontal, closing the gap once more, anger rippling across the features of her face.
With the sheer approach of her in a blur, Val is barely able to drop to his knees and duck, as her pink blade streaks by his head, singeing strands of his hair. Quickly before Val can get back to his feet, Crymson stops and sends a backwards kick towards him, nailing Val square in the chest causing him to lose his balance and topple backwards. Moments after, Val’s eyes illuminate with the pink hues of Crymson’s saber as she stabs downward, attempting to spear him into the ground. Val’s quick movements slide his saber blade up, having to re-ignite the golden yellow blade, using the edge horizontally, as Crymson’s blade comes down vertical, creating a “T”, Val flicks his wrist hard forward, using the slickness of the rain soaked ground to slide his foot between her legs, and pulls his leg sharply to the right. The result causes Crymson to topple down right next to him, as he rolls out of the way, causing Crymson’s saber blade to land blade first into the ground, and sputter out, leaving her defenseless.
VAL – All those years of fighting Crymson and you still rush into battle…I don’t even know how in the hell a little tramp like you could have kicked my ass back then…it astounds me.
CRYMSON – Because you TALK TO MUCH!
As Val stands above Crymson, she uses the slickness of the grass to glide her body between his legs, but not before aligning her saber hilt up vertical with her movements, sending the hilt square into Val’s groin, knowing full well, Val has no armor in that spot. Val’s eyes go wide, letting out a silent groan, dropping down, even having the force a strike to a man’s jewels will take down even the best of them.
VAL – (squeaky voice) Then again I could be wrong…
CRYMSON – Men, you always have the same problem…praising your skills without considering the weakness of your privates.
VAL – (shakes his head, clearing his throat) I’LL SHOW YOU WEAKNESS CRYMSON!
With fierce intensity, it is Crymson who is caught off guard, back on her feet as Val’s blade spins around to slam into her own, raised seconds before she would have been caught vulnerable. The snap-hiss of their blades colliding is deafened only by the intensity of the thunder roaring above them. Just as in the past, the same expert skills present themselves…Val’s blade sends a swing up towards Crymson’s shoulder, but Crymson swings her deadly blade up to counter.
Back and forth they dance the duel of death, sizzling in the pouring rain the scene shifts to a distant view of Crymson and Val dueling, Lightning crackles across the sky, as the distant figures of Val and Crymson duel within the rain soaked grass of the courtyard, in front of the mansion, the camera zooming in to them as Crymson's blade cleaves off the main structure of the central fountain in front of the Versai Mansion, as Val looks to the damage, then backhands Crymson's skull, spinning around he sends his blade racing towards her back, but she holds her blade vertical and deflects the blow, her back facing Val's parried blade, a smile spreading along her lips as she looks behind her.
CRYMSON – Suppose we take this battle…indoors.
VAL – Huh?
As Val’s eyes
narrow to discern exactly what Crymson is meaning by her statement, he
figures out a fraction of a second to late. With feral intensity, Crymson
grabs Val by his collar using uncanny strength, coupling it with a well
placed force push, she manages to duck over Val’s desperate slash towards
her head and hurl his entire 6’1’ form across the Courtyard and through
one of the lower windows to the Mansion, Val’s body flying into a stack
of XIM droids that were closing in on a trembling Corrie, holding her short
sword or what remained of it…as the blasters from the droids made short
work of only leaving her the hilt and a tiny fraction of the blade to defend
herself with. But fate has a funny way of aiding her when she needs it
most, Val’s body slamming into the backs of the XIM droids causes them
to miss their aim and gives Corrie time to leap over their backs and get
away from the damage. She looks back to Val laying in a daze on the droids,
his eyes slowly rising into consciousness again.
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – THE FOYER
VAL – (rubs his temples) What in the…ugh, I need a vacation.
CORRIE – VAL GET UP! THAT’S NOT A MATRESS YOU’RE LAYING ON!
VAL – Huh…wha? Corrie? OH…..CRAP!
Val is barely able to flip off the droids backs as they start to get back to their feet, turning around to train their blasters on him, when Crymson comes leaping through the opposite window, spinning around in a ball landing on her feet, pointing her finger towards the droids and Val.
CRYMSON – NO! STOP…GET THE GIRLS….HE’S MINE!
The droids nod slowly and pace after Corrie who darts down the hallway, as Val rubs his head trying to regain his focus, seeing the blurred image of Crymson walking towards him, her saber re-clipped to her belt, while his lays a few inches from his hand, having been tossed from his grip and forced to extinguish, the dead man’s switch in effect.
CRYMSON – I’m not finished you puppy….
Crymson walks over to Val, grabbing him by the collar once more, tossing him back into a statue, causing him and the relic to break…his body starting to take the toll of the impacts to his body, growling low trying to focus the force to aid his body, clearly upset over being tossed around like a rag doll.
VAL – (growls)You are so dead…
CRYMSON – (laughs) I’m not the one on the floor right now…puppy.
VAL – ARGH! QUIT CALLING ME THAT!
Val calls his lightsaber to his hand, but before he can ignite the blade, Crymson already has him by the collar once more, glaring to the upper terrace window above the one on the right side previously shattered grinning to Val staring in his eyes as she ducks out of range of a fist heading for her face.
CRYMSON – (whispers) BAD DOG!!!
Crymson’s force enhanced strength hurls Val up towards the second terrace and out the window, leaving him seconds to clip his saber back to his belt in mid-flight and use one gloved hand to grip the ledge of the glass falling in sparkles below him, far below that a fall would be fatal to even the best of Jedi.
Crymson’s lips part in delight as she measures the distance from the first floor to the second, taking a running leap, using the force to jump all the way up to the second level glancing out the window as Val uses his hands to hold on for dear life, looking down to the bushes before him as lightning flashes once more sending a tree to his right crashing to the ground, from the impact of lighting shattering the tree trunk base in a shower of flaming embers. Having his timing just right, He flips away from the window ledge and runs up the base of the tumbling tree, hurling his body in the pouring rain to a ledge on the right, and then using a well-placed force leap, landing up on the third story balcony.
CRYMSON – So puppy
wants to play…
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION - THIRD STORY TERRACE
Crymson uses the stairs and weaves down the hallways with lighting fast agility, kicking in doors until she finds the right one, spotting Val looking over the ledge trying to find where she has been, having seconds to spin around before Crymson’s fist connects with his jaw, making his fly back into the hard support of the balcony railing…curled against it, as Crymson stands above him.
VAL – (rubbing his jaw) You know Crymson, you hit like a girl…
CRYMSON – SHUT UP! I AM NOT A GIRL I AM A WOMAN!
Crymson’s fist slams into Val’s chest hard, then back towards his lip, causing a trickle of blood to flow from Val’s lips, but he’s not cowering in pain he’s laughing in her face.
VAL – (snickering) Sacul hits harder then you! Hell even an ewok has more punch!
CRYMSON – SILENCE!!!
Unknown to Crymson, its Val who plays the mind games, waiting for her to take another more aggressive swing, catching her fist in mid-flight, hurling her own weight against her in a judo flip, leaving HER grasping the railing now, clinging for dear life, her eyes glaring to Val’s smirk that spreads across his lips.
VAL – (slides a finger along his chin) Oh my my my, where have I seen this before? Oh hmmm let me think….oh yes!
Val grabs Crymson’s fingers, and starts to pluck each digit from the railing starting with the hand on her left.
VAL – This is just the way your apprentice looked before I tossed her off the ramp at Tibannopolis…
CRYMSON – What, what are doing!
Val’s fingers pry loose Crymson’s left hand completely from the railing, leaving her to hang on for dear life along the rail with her right, her eyes traveling upwards, gauging the distance, losing her grip slowly from the slick trails of the rain falling around them.
VAL – Something I should have done years ago…
CRYMSON – You stupid fool, you honestly think it’s that easy?
VAL – Perhaps, since it’s me standing and you clinging now…
CRYMSON – Misdirection. Idiot
VAL – huh?
What Val doesn’t see is that Crymson’s free hand has drawn her saber and extended the pink blade, using the weapon, she launches herself up towards the fourth balcony above her, and as she does so, using the force to aid her, her pink blade slices clean into Val’s chest plate. Had Val been wearing nothing he would be dead but the scorching uppercut of the blade is enough to pierce the armored plating and slice into Val’s chest, not enough to be fatal but surely enough to shift the playing field. Crymson’s laughter echoing through the rain filled air, as she cackles from above him, leaving Val to tumble back and gain his composure, shock filling his eyes, glancing down at his own blood, flowing from the gash in his chest plate…though the saber had cauterized the wound, before it took effect enough of the crimson essence had symbolically escaped, showing that Val wasn’t winning the battle because Crymson wasn’t TRYING to kill him…but if not then what was her purpose!
Slowly he stumbled to his feet and looked skyward, watching Crymson looking over the banister, grinning with a sadistic smirk from ear to ear.
CRYMSON – (snickers) I guess you just can’t cut it in this game, can you Val?
Val glared towards Crymson and grinned, stepping on to the railing glaring up…
VAL – Cut this…
With the force as his aid, and his own agility, Val leaps up vertical to the fourth floor, which was the balcony that extended from his master bedroom, the highest point of rooms in the entire mansion, coming to flip on to the narrow walkway and in his accent, he mimicked the same strategy that Crymson used, leaving a nasty burn along her chest, as she did his own, but her speed alone saved her from meeting her end, able to skid back away at the hint of golden light that traveled up the side of the building, seeing it a split second in time to react, underestimating the obvious strategy that Val had no problem using another’s maneuvers to suit his goals…her body careening back into a window, but not shattering it, as Val stood like a wraith before her, watching her every move saber drawn, humming in the darkness, the rain pelting his soaked brown hair and damaged armor, portions of his gloves torn away from the damage the glass dealt him cutting through the material to his fingers, slicing them…while various tears and lacerations from the tree and his impacts riddled his prone figure.
Had this been under different circumstances, Crymson would have fallen in love with the blood flowing from his body, and the warrior like stance he took like a caged animal cornered and pushed beyond its limits, ah yes but this was Val, and she hated him deeply for killing her brother over a pathetic woman like Gen…and for that she wanted him dead, despite her orders from Quillion part of her wanted to tear him limb from limb but she restrained herself, tracing the slice along her signature outfit, seeing the blood match that of her cat suit, soaked wet and tight along her semi-athletic build frame.
CRYMSON – (shrugs) Touché Val…
Val’s saber comes up towards Crymson, as she lies below him, extending her own blade curling her lips in a lustful expression of eager want and desire, the thrill of combat filling her veins.
CRYMSON – Round 2…puppy.
INTERIOR – VERSAI MANSION –BALLROOM
Corrie dashed down behind the tables of the Ballroom, hearing the more massive XIM droids running in tight pursuit, barreling down the hallways. She tossed away her paperweight toy, chucking the hilt in frustration growling at her present situation, noting that by the looks of Crymson, Val wasn’t having a picnic either…at least she was dry.
As Corrie watched the droid’s shadows spread along the walls, she noticed that one of the droids was carrying a unconscious figure on its shoulder, peering out from the table she spotted the slumped over figure of Isis hanging limp, obviously out cold. What infuriated Corrie more was that her friend was also injured from her head, she could see the dried blood there, surmising that Isis must have been knocked pretty hard to be rendered in such a state. What she also noticed was that Isis still had HER lightsaber and with the presence of a weapon in the room, Corrie devised a plan.
As the droids drew closer, fanning out around the room. These droids not containing short swords or hunched over postures, but two heavy blaster rifles under their both their arms, she focused her vision on the hilt of Isis’s saber sliding along the XIM droid’s back. With her mind cleared, Corrie could start to feel the drain from her force usage overwhelm her but she knew she had little choice but to push her body on further, for one last force induced tactic, locking her eyes on Isis’s lightsaber…focusing.
CORRIE – Well Val let’s hope those lessons you gave me pay off…or this is going to be on real short trip.
Corrie flicks her fingers out, then back, narrowing her eyes on the hilt of Isis’s lightsaber, seeing the jet black webbed handgrip slightly lift then fall. Her tactic was working but it was clear her force focusing abilities were becoming weaker and more taxing. She closed her eyes and pictured the lightsaber again, this time tugging her hand harder, while along Isis’s belt the hilt lifted up completely horizontal but still the clip held the weapon securely to Isis’s hip. Corrie screamed in frustration, quickly shutting her mouth before she was ready to be detected, knowing what she’d have to do to pull off her plan, then out of no where something happened that stunned her…the droids…talked.
DROID LEADER – TARGET UNIT, WE WISH TO CAPTURE YOU UNHARMED.
CORRIE – Yeah, I’ve heard that before tin can!
DROID LEADER – WE HAVE OUR ORDERS TO TAKE YOU ALIVE…WE DO NOT WISH FURTHER DAMAGE TO YOUR STRUCTURE.
CORRIE – What in Jinn’s name do you think I am? The latest vacuum cleaner? Damage to my structure? What do I look like? A refrigerator?
DROID LEADER – TARGET UNIT…YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO PRESENT AND SURRENDER YOURSELF.
CORRIE – Oh man, why is it ALWAYS three seconds? Why not 5? Why not ten? ARGH!
Corrie clears her mind and concentrates on Isis’s saber again, watching the droids…only four in number at the moment and from the looks of them very powerful but told to stand down, she gambled that she would have only a few seconds to pull Isis’s saber from her belt and retaliate before the units could fire.
DROID LEADER- ONE…TWO…
CORRIE – HANG ON A MOMENT!
DROID LEADER – THREE….OPEN FIRE!
CORRIE – WAAIIIIIT!!!!
Corrie ducks out of the way as two-blaster bolts whiz by her body, slamming into a table to her right thrashing the wooden furniture to splinters.
DROID LEADER – CEASE FIRE…
CORRIE – (walks out and puts up her hands) Ok, ok…I give up!
DROID LEADER – WISE DECISION TARGET UNIT…
Two of the XIM droids approach Corrie and stop along her left and right, Corrie’s eyes are focused on the remaining two droids before her, the Droid Leader and the droid holding Isis over its shoulder. Having full view of Isis’s saber now, she waits for the right moment, as the droids along her attempt to grab her hands and bind them.
Before the droids can fasten their hold on Corrie’s wrists, her slender hands slip from the grasp, as she flips herself up along their chests, tugging their armed units towards the droids metallic ribbed structure, shortly before the Droid Leader orders the droids to open fire, with the order given but the processed information of the location of their deadly blaster wielding arms, both the droid on the left and right accidentally open fire on each other, and shoot clean through their electronic components, opening up huge holes in their sides as sparks, bits of metal, and the whining of damaged metal grinding along bent steel leaves them hallow, standing from their sense of balance but dead in motion, smoke billowing from their sides as their eyes fade to black.
While Corrie flips up along the damaged droid’s chests, the Droid Leader raises its guns in a fit of mechanical frustration and attempts to fire on her, Corrie using her feet springs from the droids as the Leader’s blasters shear through the chest cavities of the twin droids, sending them toppling to the floor as Corrie’s outstretched hand calls the lightsaber from Isis’s belt with a mighty forced yank, freeing it from her hip, spinning into her hand.
Corrie’s eyes flash with delight as she flicks on the ignition stud as the forest green blade erupts from its slumber, Corrie’s decent finding the critical “blind” spot between the Leader’s raised blasters, sending Isis’s shimmering green blade vertically through the Leader’s cerebral cranium, along down through its mechanical neck, through its chest cavity, down clear through the groin, as Corrie’s focus carries through the blade, landing before the leader, whom now with no center of balance falls in two sputtering sections, to the left and right of her.
CORRIE – Never underestimate the power of a woman…
The droid carrying Isis quickly raises its blaster forearms up towards her, and in reaction to the shift, drops Isis’s body down to the floor, her figure landing hard enough that she’s awoken from her unconscious state but heavily dazed, peering through blurred eyes.
ISIS – Co…Corrie?
Corrie sends Isis’s saber through both hands of the last XIM War Droid, causing the droid to stand defenseless batting away her assault, but Corrie is now in her zone, hacking and slashing into the droids metallic surface like a ticked off kitten, scratching and clawing its target until eight cleaved sections of the droid thud to the floor, toppling like a house of cards…Corrie’s eyes slowly craning up towards Isis, brushing part of her hair back along her ear.
CORRIE – Hiya Isis…Sleep well?
ISIS – (blinks) Huh….what…I…I can’t remember anything but…CRYMSON!
CORRIE – (growls) Yeah, I know that bitch too, believe me she’s got such an ass kicking coming to her when Val is done with her.
ISIS – Val is fighting her? Like, right now?
CORRIE – (nods and points to the halved droids) Yes, and you see those cans on the ground there?
ISIS – Uh huh...
CORRIE – Imagine that, times ten and that’s what’s keeping him from at the present moment.
ISIS – Isn’t that? My saber?
CORRIE – Oh lord Isis, are we going to get into whose weapon is whose again?
ISIS – (smirks) Of course not…it looks good on you.
CORRIE – (shrugs) Not my color.
Corrie extinguishes Isis’s blade, and tosses the hilt back to her, looking around she finds a blaster and picks it up, smiling towards Isis.
CORRIE – Now this on the other hand…fits like a glove.
Isis snickers towards Corrie holding a weapon built for a droid, almost dwarfing her in comparison, Corrie has to hold the blaster in both hands to wield it, looking like some kind of battle ravaged war hero standing in the midst of a battlefield, that surrounded her…the ballroom would most certainly not be hosting any parties anytime soon.
Suddenly, more XIM droids march down the hallway, apparently signaled by the fall of the Droid Leader, a new commander approaching with a new squad barreling down the long hallway, the sounds of their feet was like thunder, a heard of heavy cattle rumbling towards them like the approaching crash of the ocean upon the rocks of the shore…Isis and Corrie stood strong as they waited patiently to embrace the new threat with feral concentration…
If fighting was
what these machines wanted, then Isis and Corrie was surely going to give
it to them…
EXTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – VALS BEDROOM TERRACE
On the slender walkway of Val’s bedroom terrace, Val and Crymson’s blades once again blazed in the night sky, countering one move with another then another until both blazed at lightning fast speeds in a crimson red and black and gold blur, before the blur the flash of pink and yellow luminescence set off only by the blinding yellow-white flashes from the impact of the blades slamming into one another.
VAL – You’re getting weaker in your old age Crymson!
CRYMSON – Oh no, no, no, as I told you years ago Val…I can outlast you.
VAL – (growls)Only time will tell…
Crymson stands on the right, while Val battles her saber’s advances narrowly close to the confining space of the railing behind him, his back touching the back pinning from moving any further, using both hands to parry the overhead slams of Crymson’s pink fury colliding down towards him. Val’s eyes continue to focus but deep in his mind he still wonders why she’s not putting her whole heart into her battle with him, he remembered her being so much more ruthless and powerful but he could tell in her assaults that she was holding back…sensing the same pattern as with Efface he evoked his own psychological warfare on Crymson.
VAL – You know it’s a shame you cower before a MAN like Quillion Crymson. Why I remember back in the day that you only depended on one person…yourself.
CRYMSON – Eh?
VAL – It’s just that I seem to recall you hated men…you know you never quite “swung that way”
CRYMSON – I’LL SHOW YOU SWINGING BOY!
Crymson’s blade spins around, sending her second blade up along Val’s side, his stance kneeling to repel her coming top pink blade, as his parry brings her bottom blade spinning back towards him, in its pathway it easily shears into the support structure of the beam he rests against attached to the terrace railing, it is then that Val discerns her tactic.
VAL – I mean really Crymson come on, didn’t we do the falling thing already? You know the hang on for dear life or plummet to your death angle?
CRYMSON – (grins)NOTHING BEATS A CLASSIC PUPPY!
Crymson’s blade shears through the other side of the support beams holding the railing, causing Val to stumble back with his weight against the rail. The entire unit crumbles from the ground up, toppling down four stories to the blackness of the grassy courtyard below, Val’s body forced to lie on his back as he looks up to Crymson above him, holding her saber for that “finishing move”. Even though Val could easily slide between her legs and avoid such a weak attack, he instead decides to continue his mind game, knowing that by the look in Crymson’s eyes, she is STILL relenting from the killing blow.
VAL – What’s the matter Crymson? Go on…do it.
Crymson growls low staring to Val below her, her anger and rage over losing her brother to this weak puppy below her fueled her emotions to the brink, just a quick stab in her mind and vengeance would be hers, but she appeared to be listening to another voice filling her head as her blade came down to stab Val, who stayed still gambling on her conflict.
QUILLION – (telepathic)DON’T YOU DARE CRYMSON! YOU KNOW THE PLAN…DO NOT GO THE WAY OF EFFACE…
CRYMSON – (blinks)But I want to, I have him in my sites! It would be so easy to just!
QUILLION – (telepathic)NO! I FORBID IT!
Val raises an eyebrow then sees that Crymson is talking to herself, lending his own voice to create a further sense of conflicting between duty and preference.
VAL – (snickers)Oh lord Crymson you are a riot! You listen to a voice miles away and can’t do jack squat to prevent you from your goals, and still you cower! I’m not the puppy…
Crymson glares downward to Val, bringing her saber blade closer to his heart, the blade sizzling from the rain pelting it in the downpour as another flash of lighting tears through the sky and strikes a lighting rod at the very summit if the mansion, providing her a momentary distraction from both Val and Quillion’s voices.
QUILLION – (telepathic) CRYMSON! YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS! IF YOU WANT YOUR BROTHER AVENGED YOU WILL COMPLY!
VAL – (smirks)My, my, my Crymson…who’s the bitch now?
CRYMSON – ARGGGGGGGGGGGH SHUT UPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!
Crymson grabs Val, flicking her saber away from him, extinguishing both the blades, nudging the hilt of her weapon right under Val’s chin, as his eyes stare into her own, a smirk still spread along his lips…Crymson’s actions froze in conflict.
QUILLION – (telepathic) CRYMSON! YOU WORTHLESS CURR! YOU WILL NOT CHALLENGE MY AUTHORITY! DO NOT FORGET; NEVER FORGET WHO AIDS YOU!
CRYMSON – (growls)It is so easy….all I have to do is flip the switch.
QUILLION – (telepathic)Misdirection Crymson! Remember misdirection!
CRYMSON – (dazed)All I have to do is flip the switch and its over…
QUILLION – (telepathic)CRYMSON LISTEN TO ME! CRYMSON!
VAL – Yes, do it Crymson…flip the switch, show your independence, forget what Quillion tells you, the old crone is on a throne somewhere messing his diapers.
CRYMSON – (steadies her finger over the switch) I HATE YOU….I hate everything about you Versai, I want you dead so bad I can taste your blood oozing from your body.
VAL – Then do it Crymson…do it for your DEAD BROTHER!
CRYMSON – ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH I CAN’T!!!!!!!!!
Crymson grabs Val and hurls him to the far left tower, enough that Val uses his agility to flip himself upright and stand on the very narrow concrete ledge, watching Crymson’s movements, sensing her conflict…sensing her hatred, using the anger to exploit her.
VAL – Poor Crymson, such a bad lil bitch but led on a leash by another man in a party mask.
QUILLION – (telepathic) You belong to me Crymson…you are mine, and I order you…you will NOT kill Versai; you may do as you wish to him …all BUT death.
VAL – Imagine the great and powerful Crymson Vachon, owned and sold like a common pet.
CRYMSON – SILENCE!!! BOTH OF YOU! I BELONG TO NO ONE!
off the terrace and lands right next to Val on the very narrow stretch
of concrete below her feet, swinging at Val as he ducks, finding that balance
between the moisture of the narrow catwalk like structure and the thundering
downpour of rain that swinging and fighting wasn’t too wise in this position
leaving both Val and Crymson in a stalemate.
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – BALLROOM
As Corrie takes aim with the massive blaster she collected from one of the damaged droids and pulls the trigger she is sent flying back ten feet from the recoil, successfully able to take down one of the twenty XIM droids running through the hallway, the shot also piercing into a second droid, but the blast leaving her in a busted table, damaged by the impact of her recoil from the single blaster shot.
CORRIE – DID I SAY GLOVE? MORE LIKE A FREAKING SLEDGEHAMMER!
Isis’s eyes glare to the droids as she swings her saber valiantly towards three droids that surround her, taking them down in a flurry of sparks and sputtering metallic fragments. But with the shear number of droids increasing and their blasters primed, they open fire on her. With over twenty cannons firing on her she can’t deflect them all and three deadly bolts slam into her chest, sending her flying back alongside Corrie distanced by four feet from her, also landing and demolishing a table.
If Isis wasn’t garbed in a blast dampening fabric, she would surely have met her end but the fabric was experimental from Versai Tech, Val had taken great lengths to make sure both his girls were well equipped should danger present itself, both contained the same material and it had appeared to have paid off rather well with Isis, she glancing to the carbon residue along her chest.
ISIS – Uh…Corrie we can’t take these guys!
CORRIE – No kidding, what was your first clue Skippy?
ISIS – Two hits smartass, your body hitting the wall and your butt smacking the table.
CORRIE – (nods)Got me there…What are we supposed to do now? Seduce em?
ISIS – I don’t think they contain the proper equipment for that tactic.
CORRIE – (snickers)Well they have a brain? Who knows what other things those Killian idiots gave them.
ISIS – (shakes her head) I’m more concerned about Val…He’s been battling Crymson for quite awhile now and given their history…
CORRIE – (ducks from a blaster shot at her head) Val is tougher then you think; I’m pretty sure he can hold his own against some old woman in a size 9.
ISIS – Let’s not forget that old “woman” kicked both our young behinds…
CORRIE – (shrugs)It’s true…
Corrie and Isis spin off the tables as the XIM droids locate their heat signatures, firing upon the locations leaving them laid waste in a flurry of broken wood, burning embers, and damaged concrete. With little options, Isis and Corrie stood next to each other. Isis stood strong narrowing her eyes against the now thirty XIM droids lined up against the wall, training their blasters on the two; they waited for their blaster carbines to fill up so they could unleash their crimson fury. You see in the modifications of these droids that The Killain made, they had to toss out certain specifics in order to enhance features like faster mobility, the ability to communicate with one another and the intelligence to adapt to their target’s attacks. With this modification, they had to wait for the transmission of orders from the Shadow Serpent that Maligna occupied, controlling most of the droids from within.
Though it was only about a ten second delay, it was like the doomsday clock counting down for Corrie and Isis, there was little they could do once the droids started to fire but hope to dodge and exhaust their salvo, only to have to wait another ten seconds and continue the same pattern. One of which would tire first and with the injuries Corrie and Isis fought…it would be them.
As the droids powered up to fire, the commands given and transmitted by the secondary Droid Leader, suddenly the wall next to Corrie and Isis exploded in a shower of dust and debris, chocking the girls lungs for a moment, as they peered into the swirling clouds….
From within the smoky haze of opaque white, erupted lime green bolts, as powerful as a turbo laser slamming into the XIM’s armor, passing through right through them, inside the smoke the green bolts blazed out in rapid fire succession, five of the droids, then ten were instantly hammered by the deadly lime barrage and slammed into the ballroom walls, recoiling as the shafts of light pierced through their armor plating, reducing them to piles of metal, burned and bubbling a orange-white hue.
As the dust settled from the broken walls, where the green fire originated, out paced a fairly tall humanoid figure, with short brown hair expertly trimmed, garbed in a butlers attire, its blue eyes glanced to each of the droids, moving his arms in succession like a video game, calculated and through, picking off the droids like ants with its two powerful heavy blaster held in its hands.
It was Sacul 456.
SACUL – CATCH YOU BASTARDS AT A BAD TIME!!!
Isis’s eyes lit up with new found confidence as Corrie and she stumbled from their feet and stood alongside Val’s trusty servant droid Sacul. From the time they arrived, Sacul seemed nothing more then a loyal friend to Val and he had aided Corrie with her problems and gave advice to Isis regarding her own shattered past…Sacul had grown into a close friend with Isis and Corrie and with his new assistance to their dilemma the only thing on their minds was…
EXTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – WEST WING TERRACE
Val’s eyes locked on to Crymson standing across from him, each searching for a way out of the stalemate they had forced themselves into for to swing a saber, might make one lose their balance and plummet to their deaths far below them, from being up the equivalent of eight stories, even the best could not survive the impact of the fall.
VAL – You could have killed me Crymson…What holds you back? Loyalty? Honor?
CRYMSON – I have my orders Val…His word is greater then your own.
VAL – Oh yes! I forgot the bitch has a master now!
CRYMSON – I BELONG TO NO ONE!
VAL – You keep say that so often Crymson, but with Quillion tugging your leash…I wonder what your basis for comparison is.
CRYMSON – (raises an eyebrow) Why do I listen to him?
QUILLION – (telepathic) BECAUSE I RULE YOU…
CRYMSON – You what? You rule me? I don’t think so…now that I think about it what have you given me Quillion? What difference do you make if I kill him?
QUILLION – (growls)YOU WILL FAIL YOUR BROTHER! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? YOUR DEAD BROTHER’S VEGENACE WASTED AWAY?????
CRYMSON – WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF HIM! HOW DAREYOU ATTEMPT TO USE HIS NAME AGAINST ME! QUILLION I THINK I’VE JUST ABOUT HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT!
QUILLION – (telepathic)Crymson…don’t say this. Remember Efface, remember his failure at Tibannopolis, do you think Val would not slay you in his place?
CRYMSON – I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT HE OR YOU THINK…
QUILLION – (telepathic) You weak, pathetic, excuse for a woman…after all I give you, all I’ve allowed you to attain in my services, in my house…you would damn your provider?
CRYMSON – Provider? DID YOU JUST NOT SAY YOU RULE ME!
QUILLION – (telepathic)YOUR DAMN RIGHT I RULE YOU NOW GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE AND REMEMBER YOUR PLACE!
CRYMSON – (glares towards Val) MY PLACE IS WHERE I CHOOSE IT TO BE…
QUILLION – (angered) FINE! YOU WEAK BITCH! THEN I LEAVE YOU TO YOUR JEALOUS SENSE OF VINDICATION! YOU ARE NO LONGER UNDER MY PROTECTION! DO WHATEVER YOU WISH…I’VE SEEN THE FUTURE AND YOU HAVE JUST DWINDLED FROM IT.
CRYMSON – I DEFY MY DESTINY! YOU WILL COME TO LEARN THAT!
VAL – (quirks a brow) Oh look Crymson, I’m rubbing off on you…
Crymson’s eyes blink a second trying to recall exactly where she has heard that phrase before, sensing Quillion’s telepathic severed from her and with that his aid…Maybe it was being in his presence that bent her to his will but out of his site, out of his graces…she could see her goal, and her goal was Val’s head on a plate…her focus was restored, her eyes darting to the epitome of her hatred…the rain drenching her body made little difference glancing skyward to the next ledge above, then the frame of the window along her back, judging the stability of the metal beam splinting the unit into four squares.
CRYMSON – I grow tired of this position…I still have much business with you boy, but for the moment this damn ledge will simply NOT DUE!
VAL – Then what you intend to do about it? Fall?
CRYMSON – You will….
Quickly Crymson kicks in the glass panes within the window behind her, digging in her heels as the secured twin doors remain fastened, with one foot she sends a swift kick towards Val as he stumbles to maintain his balance, tipping over gripping the concrete ledge, kicking in the windows below it climbing back up the ledge to his previous location, only to see Crymson’s behind already using the stability of the window separations as makeshift steps, reaching the highest point in the Versai Mansion, sliding her fingers along three windows behind her, laughing to Val below her waiting for him to climb his way up or die trying.
Val proves more resourceful, using her own strategy seeking her next move ahead of her, he moves his feet to unlatch the windows, which part in two giving him enough momentum to land one more good force leap up to the central roof above his bedroom, smiling to a bewildered Crymson still looking over the railing below her, saber primed to strike, craning her head to the thump along her right side.
VAL – Over here Grandma…
Crymson screams in a fit of rage at the obvious quip to her age, vowing to show Val that even in her age of 50 she could hand him his butt on a silver platter, re-igniting her lightsaber hilts twin blades kicking him in the chest, sending Val skidding along the rain slicked rooftop of his prized mansion, already sending a swift kick to his ribs, still tender from the earlier assault as Val reaches for Obi Wan’s Second saber but is forced to drop his arm, and with it his hold over the shaft, the weapon rolling off the top of the roof and clanging to the terrace below out of reach and out of sight.
CRYMSON – You dropped something…
VAL – That’s not all I’m going to drop, Do you have any idea just how much windows cost these days!
CRYMSON – STUBBORN TO THE LAST…
Crymson brings her saber down hard towards Val’s leg, sending a vicious slash across it. The blast dampening fabric of Val’s pants allow him to absorb the heat, but still the scorching blade forms a deep burn along his left thigh, causing him to howl in pain, growling low to Crymson standing above him awaiting to send the next killing blow.
VAL – I suppose that we’re beyond negotiation huh?
CRYMSON – There is nothing further to negotiate…
VAL – Crymson, it doesn’t have to be this way…even now I’m sure we could resolve this and prove Quillion wrong.
CRYMSON – NO! I have the power now! Your death is all I desire…and all I will listen to.
VAL – Crymson, no one, not one soul has ever managed to end my life, not even you…Close yes, successful no. You would gamble your fate on your own hatred?
CRYMSON – There is nothing to lose for me...either way I will be free of your curse.
VAL – (grips his leg) My curse?
CRYMSON – Cire was the last of my family, every night and day I see you burn him, I see Gen’s saber scar his face…and I see you laughing, you laughing in my face over the loss, the agonizing loss. YOU DO NOT KNOW THE DEPTHS OF MY HATRED FOR YOU.
VAL – YOUR LOSS??? BECAUSE OF YOUR BASTARD BROTHER EVERYTHING I LOVED IN THIS WORLD WAS TAKEN FROM ME AND BECAUSE OF YOUR DAMNED LORD QUILLION IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!
CRYMSON – That was his intention…
VAL – YOU SELFISH WRETCH! IF DEATH IS ALL THAT YOU DESIRE THEN I SWEAR ON THE STARS ABOVE DEATH IS WHAT YOU WILL RECIEVE!
Crymson looms closer to Val aligning her shimmering pink saber closer to him, waiting for the proper moment, relishing the look in his eyes…that look before ones life was taken from them, her power oozing through her veins as another flash of lighting strikes the second lighting rod jutting from the peaks of the twin towers of the Versai Mansion, her moment of victory so close…having left Val with only one lightsaber and not enough time to draw and use it before she could stab him…or so she thought, because what she didn’t count on was the second bolt of lighting coming towards the tower behind her.
As Crymson lunges forward to render Val immobile, she is sent flying backward by the impact of lighting striking the roof itself, finding her lightsaber a third lighting rod, missing the unit far below her feet its enough of a distraction for Val to roll back away from the ledge of the roof and ignite his golden yellow saber, eyes narrowed in re-focus as the pain in his left thigh sears worse from the thundering downpour of rain drenching both he and Crymson, whom also had retaken her place on her feet, shaken but not stirred.
With there eyes narrowed both Val and Crymson’s searing hot blades collided once more, as thunder boomed from the sky, and lighting ripped into the fabric of clouds above them.
CRYMSON – Round Three…
VAL – Sudden Death…
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – HALLWAY
After taking down thirty of the XIM War Droids, The Killain seemed to be bent on their goals, having replaced them in number to forty, rushing past their fallen, bullet riddled predecessors chasing down Sacul who bares both of his dual blasters, and Corrie and Isis rushing ahead of them heading to a hanger bay that Val had built for such an emergency, not so much as to escape as to access the impenetrable shelter there and other weapons within easier access in which Corrie still grumbled at being the only one without a toy to play with, damning Crymson again for tossing away her saber and making her lose her prized twin DL-44s.
SACUL – At the rate of the casualties being replaced we won’t be able to resist much longer, these blasters are beginning to reach their peak limitations.
CORRIE – In other words you’re almost out of ammunition.
SACUL – Exactly, We need to reach the safety of the Hanger Bay, we can acquire more equipment there and possibly refresh our assault. Master Val ordered me to see that you both are protected from harm; it is my solemn duty to get you to safety.
ISIS – Just let me at those walking garbage disposals, I can take them with my lightsaber and the force!
SACUL – Negative…My calculations indicate that the odds of your survival based on the equivalent of your numbers being one, and their numbers being forty adding the factor of their eighty blasters versus your single lightsaber makes your odds of a million to one!
ISIS – Never tell me the odds…
CORRIE – (shakes her head) Just get me some goddamned guns!
SACUL – As I told you before Miss Dublon, to acquire weapons we must reach the safety of the Hanger Bay
Corrie rolls her eyes glancing along to her right spotting a panel in the wall. She suddenly recalled her little discovery on one of her trips exploring Val’s estate, the fact that Val had never left himself unarmed if danger would come, knowing what might lay behind the panel, she crosses her fingers in one hand while spreading a grin across her lips as she pulls a book from the shelf, as the book is pulled the panel in the wall flips around to reveal two newly polished, fully armed DL-44s.
CORRIE – YESSSSS!!!!!!
Corrie greedily takes the guns and stands by Sacul, who’s arms bulge with synthoid muscles, expelling lime bolts of fire from his twin heavy blasters, mowing down the droids advances, while avoiding their own crossfire, deflected into the walls by deflector shield that lowered and raised around Sacul between bursts from his rapid fire weaponry.
CORRIE – YEEEEEE HAAAAAAA TAKE THIS YOU METAL CLUNKING PRICKS!
Corrie’s skill didn’t rely in her saber wielding abilities, her weapons of choice were a good pair of blasters, a talent for marksmanship infused within her during her times in the Imperial ranks, clothed in that purple uniform, long hair to spite the other gray men around her. With the force as her guide, Corrie’s shots all counted hitting vital portions of the dwindling droid army still coming down the hallway, but something rather extraordinary was happening now, as the droids were taken down easier and swifter, their blaster riddled corpses began to build and build, until less and less droids could squeeze past them, in her mind she also wondered how long this freaking hallway was, it seemed to stretch out forever, laughing now Isis also noticed that the overuse of droids in a small space had left them to prevent their allies from getting any further as the droids bodies piled up into a massive blockade, and because the droids were made of steel, with the combined strengths of the rest, getting through the pile was impossible.
Distant in the air aboard her Shadow Serpent, Maligna was screeching to the top of her lungs, able to watch the battle through the droids individual camera lenses, her eyes narrowing as she slide her finger along another panel to another droid…on the panel read only four figures, and below it several weapons controls from blasters, to a larger more impressive unit.
A SD-10 Droid…
Suddenly the hallway was silent, there was no more blaster fire as Sacul, Corrie, and Isis made their way down the last stretch of the tunnel towards their final destination, a flight of stairs that led down to the main Hanger Bay, but it was the next sounds that echoed in their ears…flesh and synthetic.
ISIS – What is that noise!
CORRIE – Uh, I don’t know but it’s coming from down there!
SACUL – Oh no…
The sounds came so loudly that the impact of whatever it was shook the flooring below the trio’s feet, each narrowing their eyes to look down the long stretch of hallway they had raced through, back to the dormant pile of droids. They needed only to move another few feet to reach the staircase, but Sacul didn’t budge, he looked to the girls with dread in his eyes.
SACUL – GO! GO NOW! WHATS COMING YOU CAN’T STOP!
CORRIE – (laughs)Oh please there isn’t any tin can I can’t….
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD
The rumbling along the floor turned into a steady tremor as Corrie’s eyes slowly craned towards the droid pile, hearing the thuds turn from heavy footsteps, to a deafening sprint. Something was coming and it was coming really fast.
ISIS – WHAT IS THAT!
CORRIE – UHH….Then again maybe…THERE IS ONE! RUUUUUNN!!!
SACUL – GO! NOW! YOU MUST RUN, THERE IS NO MORE TIME!
Zooming in on the pile of defeated XIM droids, suddenly their limbs are sent scattering in shards of deadly shrapnel from some unseen force, hammering their thought stable steel structures to glittering remnants, as the creature behind it…though made of mechanics has the ferocity of a animal, running through the halls first came its huge forearm, busting right through the decaying pile of droid remains, from its limb, Sacul saw the glow of lime streak towards him. Sacul dropped his blasters and spun around turning his back, shielding the girls as twenty bolts of sizzling lime tore into his endoskeleton frame, his armor was able to absorb the impact and just barely shield the girls from the deadly fire, but that was only one portion of the monster.
The SD-10 Droid powered its way through the droid blockade and sprinted down the hallway faster and faster, its deep red eyes glowing like a demon emerging from the darkness, all around it the lights that illuminated the hallway were ripped from the walls from its sheer size, in some places the walls were completely sheared apart and ripped open, hanging like torn flesh. The SD-10’s powerful arms slide forward as it released three concussion grenade missiles towards Sacul, inches from impact.
SACUL – (throws Isis and Corrie forward to the stairs) YOU MUST GO!
ISIS – I WONT LEAVE YOU SACUL!
CORRIE – NO WE CAN’T LET YOU FACE THAT ALONE!
SACUL – I’LL BE OK, MY SURVIVAL IS NOT IMPORTANT I CAN BE REPLACED YOU CANNOT! NOW GO!
Isis looked towards Corrie, then back towards Sacul and the oncoming, massive SD-10 droid. The missiles it had launched slammed into Sacul’s legs, exploding organic flesh and metallic limbs from his body. Sacul was a modified HRD droid, though he was built to survive limb removal and organ damage, his support systems could withstand a severe amount of damage and still remain online, but the loss of his legs proved to shift his balance and his aim, accidentally blasting the ceiling of the hallway, he glanced over his shoulder as Isis and Corrie stopped descending the stairs to watch him.
SACUL – GO! NOW! IF YOU CARE FOR MASTER VAL AND MYSELF THEN WORRY NOT ABOUT MY FATE! PRESERVE YOUR OWN!
ISIS – But Sacul I….
CORRIE – (sniffles)I can’t leave you!
Sacul closes his eyes and opens them watching the girls, then seeing the pile of rubble from the ceiling come down in front of him, for the moment blocking the SD-10 from reaching he or the girls.
SACUL – You must go now…remember that your survival matters…my program was created by Master Val and one day it will be recreated again.
ISIS – But Your not a machine Sacul you have a soul! A soul of silicone but a soul nonetheless, you can’t be replaced!
Corrie spots the dust starting to rumble from the blockade between Sacul and the SD-10. Metal jutting out from portions of it begins to curl and melt from great heat applied to it. Corrie’s stubborn nature leads her to attempt to pick up Sacul and drag him to safety running up the stairs, but the scene she witnesses is the Droids limbs slamming through the dirt barricade, grabbing Sacul with his back to the droid, dragging him into the darkness, a flash of white light…then silence.
CORRIE – I will remember…
As Corrie turns around to descend the stairs she feels the sting of a stiletto shaped piece of shrapnel pierce her shoulder. Her body spirals down the stairs and lands at the bottom. Lucky she didn’t break her neck, as she glances up to Isis barely audible as pain riddles her body.
CORRIE – He’s…he’s gone….
ISIS – (blinks)I…I know, we have to get moving Corrie. We can’t let his sacrifice be in vain!
Reluctantly, Corrie stands up under Isis’s assistance, yanking out the shard of steel in her shoulder, glaring upward to the grisly scene where Sacul made his last stand…Suddenly the splendid site of the SD-10’s left forearm flew out and toppled down the stairs, smoldering and sputtering with electronic sparks, then from the darkness at the top of the stairs, the second limb flew down the stairs, and there from the stair summit she could barely make out the shadow of a hand.
Was he alive?
Sacul’s voice muttered slowly to Isis and Corrie.
SACUL – Run…
Isis and Corrie raised their eyebrows, until they saw what Sacul was muttering for as his hand lifted skyward, behind him was a deadly Duelist Elite droid, and the blade of the dreaded droid was through Sacul’s chest. Flinging Sacul off its blade like a piece of meat, the droid powered through the blockade of dust and heated metal, rushing towards the women, who then turned and reached the doors of the Hanger Bay.
The massive twin
doors slide open, to the left and the right revealing a huge chamber with
a few ships. One was the MARC that Corrie had flew here, The Assailant
laying dormant, while in another corner was a Lambda Imperial Shuttle,
docked and ready for departure. Isis and Corrie’s eyes looked back towards
the Duelist Elite droid clunking down the steps rushing towards them, not
noticing that as the droid forced them into the hanger bay…the trap set
EXTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – ROOFTOP
A shift in scenery and the two exhausted figures of Val and Crymson peered from the thundering rainfall, both having engaged in the same thrilling saber duel as before. Crymson’s body had several burns and tears in her costume, while Val showed weakness in his left thigh from the burn earlier, limping around avoiding Crymson’s anger filled swings towards various sections of his body. Val waited for the right moment to unleash his own fury, timing the pattern of Crymson’s assault. She seemed to stab forward with the bottom blade and counter with the top as Val’s saber parried, giving her a never ceasing windmill of slices and slashes, spiraling in a blur of pink rage.
VAL – We can do this all night Crymson, but I grow tired of this game…very tired!
CRYMSON – Shut up fool! The game will end when you are no longer breathing!
VAL – (shakes his head, parrying another blow) With you its always death…you need some serious therapy girl.
CRYMSON – WHEN I’M THROUGH WITH YOU THEY’LL HAVE TO SCRAP YOU OFF THIS ROOF WITH A SQUEEGE!
Val glares to Crymson, sending a powerful horizontal strike to Crymson’s lower blade, making the impact spin her blade forward, using the gap between her deadly spin to send a swift kick to her midsection, the impact pushing Crymson along the base of the roof.
CRYMSON – IS THAT THE BEST YOU HAVE VAL? IF THAT IS YOUR BEST THEN YOU WILL FAIL!
VAL – The best? The best? Grandmas always complain about there best…winners don’t whine about it, THEY PROVE IT!
CRYMSON – PROVE IT GRANDPA!
Crymson flips to her feet as Val’s saber comes down towards her wrist, quickly turning her hilt to slide Val’s blade along her lower pink blade, holding the saber at a slightly tipped horizontal angle. Val seeing this vulnerability slams his saber hard under Crimson’s blade, causing the lower blade to sputter out from the impact and the rain drenching both their saber hilts.
Crymson gains control of her blade and attempts to send an uppercut swing to cleave Val from midsection through his skull. Val quickly sidesteps and waits for her exposed midsection to be revealed, slamming his balled fist into her stomach, driving the air from her lungs, struggling to rip her own lightsaber from her hands, but finding such things difficult given that while Crymson is stunned and gasping, she sends another kick to his unguarded groin, Val having little choice but to drop to his knees, falling backward away from a hunched over Crymson, able to get one good kick in to her forehead, sending Crymson skidding backwards, laying flat on her back.
CRYMSON – (breathing heavy) I…I tire of this game Val, I tire of the endless struggle between us…I’m tired of trying to spare you…this game is over.
VAL – (growls)THEN WE ARE IN AGREEMENT.......RAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Val sends a powerful slash down towards Crymson’s head, as Crymson uses a page out of his strategy igniting her pink saber once more, she forces Val to slam his blade high, bringing her blade down to shear a fresh gash into Val’s breastplate armor. Val cries out in mixed pain and frustration having his own move inflicted upon him, but with less consequence as others.
Crymson waits for Val to hunch up sending a kick to his head. The stunned
Val’s body reacts for him and he curls his legs up towards his chest, leaning
into the momentum of the kick, flipping his entire body 360-degrees, landing
upright, once again clashing with Crymson’s saber locking his golden yellow
blade with her pink edge.
INTERIOR – VERSAI MANSION – DOCKING BAY
Corrie aimed her blasters at the Duelist Elite and pulled the trigger, but the droid proved to be much more efficient expanding a deadly crimson saber blade, easily repelling the blaster barrage from Corrie’s smoking DL-44 barrels.
CORRIE – Well isn’t that convenient! A droid with its own lightsaber! What is this world coming to!
ISIS – A DEAD droid with its own lightsaber is more like it…
Isis stands before the Duelist Elite droid, spinning her forest green blade in a 360 manner, before launching a duel with the rather skilled unit. Each attack that Isis launched on the droid, it seems to adapt and counter, and Corrie’s eyes slowly rose over towards a new set of doors on the left and right that slide open…and what came from them…
The shadowy figures scattered into the room in formulated squads of ten, until fifty of them emerged standing between the girls, the Duelist Elite and the liberating presence of the ships. Corrie tried to warn Isis but Isis was already in a very difficult duel with the Duelist Elite, and tiring quickly. The droid whipped its red saber to and fro, then implored a new tactic, it spun around to Isis’s side and backhanded her full on in her skull, knocking her to the floor and out…once again.
Isis’s saber clattered to the floor and extinguished…As Corrie looked on to her fallen friend, she didn’t have much time before darkness washed over her own eyes…
Blinding blue rings filled the entranceway, doing no damage to the Duelist Elite, but to the human species, they overwhelmed and stunned them to the ground, powerless and subdued…Sparks of blue and white riddled the Hanger Bay in flashing strobes of light, as each ring bounded aimlessly either into steel, the walls, or the unconscious figures of Corrie and Isis below their feet.
DUELIST 8D8 – INFORM THE LEADER THAT PHASE TWO OF THE PLAN IS COMPLETE.
The Killain Warriors bow their head as one of them utters into a mouthpiece, in contact with Maligna aboard her Shadow Serpent, to which the replies of laughter and joy filled screams confirm her delight.
MALIGNA – (comlink)You know what to do…retrieve the painting…and wait.
DUELIST 8D8 – Affirmative, It shall be done.
The Duelist Elite
picks up Isis and Corrie by their collars, extinguishing its lightsaber
unit dragging them to the very center of the Hanger Bay, instructing a
group of Killian Warriors to take Corrie to a ship, covered in stealth
through the tunnels, that the VT Mole had given on the Versai Mansion’s
lower decks, and to take her to Quillion as ordered, while it focused its
grip in Isis’s neck and lifted her prone corpse up watching the double
doors in wait. Along its right hand the saber was replaced with a long,
slender short sword with a very dark purpose and a final order to carry
EXTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION – ROOFTOP
Locked in a deadly duel with Crymson, Val’s eyes flickered with frustration, he wanted to end this overly long fight, he didn’t care anymore if she was killed or hurt, all he wanted was to stop fighting. He could feel the searing pain and exhausting trying to overtake him, and his force healing abilities were being pushed to their limits, narrowing his eyes towards Crymson’s own narrowed, glistening orbs.
CRYMSON – Your getting tired Val…your end is near.
VAL – So are you…
CRYMSON – Ah yes, but unlike me Val…I can feel your skills faltering, your starting to get slower with your defenses, your attacks are getting more reckless…you’re beginning to lose.
VAL – I’M TIRED OF THIS! SICK AND TIRED OF YOU…
CRYMSON – THE ONLY WAY YOU’LL BE ABLE TO END THIS VAL IS IF YOU KILL ME!
VAL – (growls) SO BE IT!
Val’s lips scowl in utter anger, backhanding Crymson hard, making her lose her lightsaber from the impact the weapon sliding along the roof, threatening to fall off the ledge, teetering on the bring of falling to the darkness below. Val’s saber comes down towards Crymson’s chest, as she rolls out of the way and roundhouses him behind his head, Val’s own body tipped forward slams into the roof’s floor, the rain not helping his balance much as the roof’s draining mechanisms are struggling to keep up with the amount of water trapped in a giant two inch puddle spilling down the surface.
Beads of sweat slide down Val’s forehead amidst the freezing cold temperatures outside. Had either Crymson or Val been “normal” they’d have frozen to death or fell from pneumonia but the amount of moisture they both repelled and absorbed alone. Still it was a battle for survival as much as revenge. Val wanted to end Crymson’s game for good, Crymson wanted to avenge the death of Cire.
Back and forth they fought with fists and swift kicks, letting neither brandish their sabers again, Crymson’s kicks were still very much lighting fast but not as fast as she would be if she were not fighting the added weight of the water her costume had absorbed.
Val quickly thought of a plan, slipping out of his sleeveless trench coat, using it like a whip, with the water giving it added weight, one of the tails where the “V” was cut within the shiny material wrapped around Crymson’s thigh like a boa constrictor. Val yanked his coat hard and Crymson fell to the floor. Using the fraction of time it would take for Crymson to recover, Val ignited his golden yellow saber, and brought it down to stab Crymson’s chest.
Before the blade could contact her exposed skin, Crymson risked electrocution by hurling a barrage of Force Lighting towards Val, knowing that his saber caused an even greater conductor, her momentary barrage was enough to send him tumbling back, the rain steaming along his skin as the electricity expired causing far more damage then a dry application, rendering Val powerless.
Crymson used the time to pick up her saber and walk back over towards the soaked, electrocuted, and simmering body of Val, shaking off and feeding off of the damaging effects her own body suffered from the pain of the lighting, which shocked her just as bad as Val, but unlike he, she used the pain to feed her rage, giving her a new “second wind” of strength, aiming to unleash her hell upon Val and finish him for good.
Val could barely focus; the pain flowing through his body was intense. Every muscle ached, every joint burned with even his breathing, his frame had been put through a workout equal to a lifetime of his training and struggle, he had to be the best…there was no doubt about it because after hours of battle, he was still holding his own, but was Crymson his equal? Who was really the stronger fighter? Val didn’t care about pride any more, all he wanted was to get back to his sister, his friend Corrie and Sacul, completely unaware of their current state below the Versai Mansion decks.
Something inside Val snapped, he was tired of the game…tired of the rules, tired of Quillion’s sick plans, his droids, his invaders, his infernal “Killian”. Quickly Val formulated a new strategy gambling that in taking considerable damage he could fetch victory from the jaws of defeat against Crymson, playing off her pride he took on the role of his more vulnerable self, grasping his golden yellow saber in his hands, waiting for the proper moment to strike.
Crymson’s rage was consuming her, and with anger comes impatience, with impatience births a lack of consideration for consequence…Crymson’s own plan was ready and she unleashed a vicious slash towards Val’s head, knowing his strategy.
Val slammed his lightsaber up under her blade, and aimed for the sweet spot, sending his saber blade streaking towards her midsection. Like the past repeating itself once more, Crymson’s lower blade extended down and pinned Val’s golden fury away from its target, what came next could have been avoided but as fate would have it…history would repeat itself.
CRYMSON – YOU IDIOT! I TOLD YOU TWENTY YEARS AGO! IT DOESN’T WORK ON ME!
Crymson’s knee comes crashing up into Val’s jaw, spilling blood from his internal injuries and the impact to his skull, growling low remembering the same feelings and re-experiencing the result of his first time underestimating Crymson’s skills.
VAL – (Spits blood) I always hated that part….
CRYMSON – YOU’RE MINE!
As Val lies on the ground, Crymson does something completely unexpected in his strategy, she extinguishes her saber, clips to her belt and uses the force to grab his own! As Val’s last lightsaber is ripped from his hand, the blade once again extinguishes.
CRYMSON – NOW WE END THIS BOY! HOW DO YOU INTEND TO FIGHT WHEN YOU ARE…RENDERED DEFENSELESS!
Crymson stares towards the sky as Val lunges a moment to late to stop her plan. Her wrist flicks forward and like with Corrie’s lightsaber she hurls Val’s saber hilt into the dark, clouded sky. The hilt is launched by her powerful throw straight up spinning around, as lighting flashes, highlighting its metallic surface. Down below Val’s eyes never leave the hilt, following its distant silhouette watching his present disappear to a tiny dot in the skyline of his home world, but not so far out of reach as to disappear completely out of sight…and sight was the only thing Val had left.
Crymson scowled in utter delight, standing over Val, stepping on his chest pinning him to the floor. Val’s eyes were not focused on her own though, they were focused on his saber miles away from them, slowly beginning to fall back from its accent, gravity taking hold of it. Crymson’s rage consumes her judgment as she slowly extends one end of her lightsaber, then the other, looking down to Val with a glance that echoes the tyranny of her brother Cire.
CRYMSON – Now…You die…old man.
Val doesn’t say a word, his gaze shifting to Crymson with a smirk spreading across his lips still splitting his vision between the skyline and her menacing gaze. Crymson wrapped up in her ultimate victory does not detect the reason for Val’s “out of touch” gaze, figuring that the pain she’s inflicted must be taking a larger toll on his body then she thought.
CRYMSON – What? YOUR NOT EVEN GOING TO BEG FOR MERCY??/
VAL – (squinting) I can’t….
CRYMSON – Why not? Honor!
VAL – No…
CRYMSON – (growls) I can’t believe you Val, after all these years you STILL haven’t learned from your past!
VAL – (nods) Perhaps…
CRYMSON – How can you just sit there and look at me! Don’t you have any decency? You’re about to die! I can see it in your eyes boy! How does it feel to know death will grip you after all these years!
VAL – I should ask you the same question…You say I never learn from my past, from my mistakes?
As Val speaks to Crymson, still laying on his back. What she does not see nor detect is that Val’s concentration is not focused upon her, but still on the sky and what occupies it. In a close up shot of Val’s lightsaber, the golden yellow blade ignites, leaving a trail of steam in its wake, spinning the hilt on its axis that familiar discus of deadly light soon takes form, hurling downward towards its target at breakneck speed.
CRYMSON – Fine…I need not hear you beg…only watch you BLEED!
VAL – (grins, silent)
Crymson slides her saber so that the hilt holds the blades directly vertical, bringing back the pink length to spear Val held in place securely by her jet-black boot. To Crymson her strategy is without error, it was simple…stab down…watch Val die…remove his head.
It isn’t until she sees Val’s hand make a familiar gesture that raises her eyebrow…Val’s fingers twitched first to the left, then the right, swirling in a circle. Crymson knew the significance of the movement but Val’s lightsabers were gone, so what could he possibly be signaling but…
Crymson’s mind raced with the image now, images of the past where Val scared her back with his lightsaber spinning like a discus of light, but his saber was gone, it was…
In the air…
She narrowed her eyes towards Val’s grin and began to bring her saber down to stab him, beginning her rapidly approaching stabbing motion, the saber blades sizzling as the rain pounded them. It was one moment of hesitation when she looked from Val’s curled lips to the orbs of his eyes…
Within Val’s eyes she could see a circular object of vibrant yellow growing bigger and bigger.
VAL – THIS GAME…THIS WAR...THIS CONFLICT BETWEEN US...
Val’s saber slices through Crymson’s midsection with chilling accuracy and a blood curling SPLUTCH of flesh severed into two halves, Crymson’s eyes never close as she sees Val’s saber discus pass through her, able to look down long enough to see her feet standing but her torso falling. With Crymson no longer able to control the pressure in her heel, Val flips away as her saber blade shears into the rooftop and extinguishes.
VAL – (standing above Crymson) IS OVER…
Upon the rooftop the rain pours, and the lighting crashes, thunder echoing through the scene…at his feet lay his greatest opponent a victim of his signature attack with a slight twist…always two there were, a torso and a pair of legs…
Val was too exhausted to move, to laugh, to make a sarcastic remark to Crymson’s remains, taking her lightsaber he looked at it for a moment then grabbed it by one hand, hurling it with all his strength into the West Wing Tower. Due to the force of his throw and the anger fueling it, Crymson’s saber hilt cracked from the impact, the ends of the saber shattered, Val’s eyes narrowing at the symbolic nature of both the blades…and their creator, fallen into darkness.
Glancing to the saber remains plummeting down into the darkness of the courtyard below, Val sent one last kick towards Crymson’s legs, watching them tumble off the roof, then did the same to her torso. Watching his past defeat…rectify itself, with the tumbling of Crymson’s blood soaked attire, spiraling down into the depths of darkness below, one more flash of lighting and all Val could see was the shocked expression still plastered across Crymson’s eyes as she disappeared from view….
He was…the better man…
Val didn’t waste
anymore time on the rooftop, except to speak into his wrist comm. as he
slithered down to the balcony of his room, an into the safety of the mansion
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION - HALLWAY
Val narrowed his eyes, still hearing the computer reject his commands, finding a access panel he initiated a “manual release” on the codes, in which the forces of The Killian army were soon met with violent opposition of his own.
Maligna roared from her Shadow Serpent as the blips on her master screen began to go out, one by one signaling a defeated droid, but added to the fact her cameras were also being taken down, she could only watch in horror was the TIE Crawlers, YT Raptor Transports, and dozens upon dozens of War and Krath droids were eradicated by Val’s powerful counter offensive.
In minutes the tide was turned, as hidden panels around the mansion’s parameter slid back, revealing a series of flechette launchers, eweb blasters, powerful turbo cannons, and various concussion grenade launchers all trained and firing upon the intruders. Its what the scene should have been had his forces been online; it only took a few minutes to completely annihilate The Killian offensive.
Val’s own droid units, known as Warden 10-24s completely outweighed, outmatched, outstood, and out gunned the Krath and XIM war droids, even the Juggernauts as massive and strong as they were, were no match for the salvos of green tubolaser fire emitted from hidden units within the rainforest scenery. Every weapon Val had in his arsenal was now exposed and raining hellfire and brimstone on The Killain forces, the 10-24’s fingertip blasters mowed down Krath War Droids which were only effective up close by the hundreds, each corpse standing no match against the combined strength and durable armor of the 10-24s.
The XIM droids had tougher armor but as the 10-24’s exposed their hidden turbo cannons from their chests, the XIM’s were flung to and fro in piles of orange fury. In a hail of rain, fire, sparks, laser beams, and flechette fire…
The battle was over….
Victory is not without its toll however for as the battle raged on above him, Val had already passed beyond The Foyer and the lower decks, down the very same hallway that Sacul had battled the SD-10, through the darkness where the massive droid had extinguished the light, and as he saw the stairway he spotted Sacul leaning against the wall, his mechanical blood pouring from a armless, legless torso, eyes still in tact but slowly closing.
VAL – (stunned) Sacul….what in the hell, what have they done to you!
SACUL – (blinks)Ma….Master……Master Val? Is that you? I’m so cold…
VAL – Hang on Sacul, hang on we’re beating them back…where are the girls?
SACUL – (sputters blood) The girls…oh the girls, all I heard was a scream Val…I couldn’t stop it!
VAL – WHAT! STOP WHAT!
SACUL – I don’t know…the screams…the screams I couldn’t stop the screams….screams…stop them…Corrie…Isis…screaming.
VAL – Sacul! Sacul come on snap out of it!
Sacul’s eyes roll back as he slips into unconsciousness, no longer able to do anything but rest…for his primary systems forced each function of his body to shut down to preserve his programming, and his mental cranium data…as he told the girls, he could be revived but at a later date.
Val cradled Sacul in his arms, weeping over his heavily damaged body, narrowed his eyes in hatred and rage…hatred for his “Curse”, hatred towards Quillion…towards fate, temporarily dazed by the gripping fury of his dark side trying to burst forth, he recalls Sacul’s last words…
VAL – (speaking to himself) The girls were screaming….Isis, Corrie!
Quickly deciding to come to Sacul’s aid later, Val dashed down the stairs to the entrance of the Hanger Bay, finding the doors wide open…he sensed an attack. Thankful he had taken the time to recover Obi Wan’s Second saber and having clipped his golden blade back to his hip…after defeating the unbeatable Crymson Vachon he was ready for anything…
Or so he thought…
As Val burst into
the room his eyes caught site of Isis still unconscious in the 8D8’s grasp,
the droid glaring towards Val obviously not moving from its last order…ready
to die to carry out its last command from Maligna high above.
INTERIOR: VERSAI MANSION - HANGER BAY
DUELIST ELITE 8D8 – I HAVE WAITED FOR YOU VALARYC VERSAI, I AM INSTRUCTED TO GIVE YOU A MESSAGE.
Val steps into the room further, slowly sliding his fingers along his saber hilts, unclipping them.
VAL – I bet you have…What is this message?
DUELIST 8D8 – THE MESSAGE IS FROM LORD QULLION BUT YOU MUST COME CLOSER TO RECEIVE IT.
Val raises an eyebrow, stumbling along the floor, still limping from the aggravated burn along his left thigh stepping closer to the Duelist Droid, growling at the machine clutching his sister in its limb, planning to first free her, then make short work of the tin can.
But all was not as he planned that day…
As Val approaches, the droid extends its short sword wielding hand and warns him to step back, gesturing to the retrieved portrait of Gen Zeridian, held by two Killain Warriors.
DUELIST 8D8 – YOU SEE PORTRAIT? YOU KNOW WHOM THAT IS?
VAL – Of course I do dumbass, I have them hanging up all over this mansion.
DUELIST 8D8 – YOU SEE DAMAGE DONE TO IT?
VAL – What damage?
Before Val can react, one of the Killain Warriors draws a vibro blade and slashes into the canvas of Gen’s portrait, then stabs it two more times shearing the image.
VAL – YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Val lunges towards 8D8, but the droid warns him to stand back away, pushing the tip of its sword into Isis’s back, showing its insurance of survival in its limb.
DUELIST 8D8 – QUILLION WISHES YOU TO KNOW THAT THE ATTACK ON YOUR MANSION WAS NEVER ABOUT YOU OR CORRIE.
VAL – I’ve figured that much out, you can tell him that his bitch is dead…
DUELIST 8D8 – LORD QUILLION IS AWARE, HE IS MOST DISPLEASED WITH YOUR ACTIONS AND HAS INSTRUCTED YOU TO SUFFER FOR THEM.
VAL – Suffer? Have I NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH! LET MY SISTER GO!
DUELIST 8D8 – LORD QUILLION WISHES YOU TO KNOW HE INTENDS TO RELEASE YOUR SISTER.
VAL – Yeah, right…in what manner?
DUELIST ELITE - FROM HER LIFE…
VAL – WHAT????
As Val is distracted by the droids words, he doesn’t detect the droids coming down the stairs, taking aim on him, its not so much the threat as what event he witnesses before his eyes that shatters his soul. There in one swift movement reminiscent of Gen’s death, the Duelist Elite 8D8 hurls Isis’s body to the side and plunges its deadly sword straight through her, Isis is abruptly awoken only long enough to glance to the sword emerging from the front of her, before Duelist 8D8 grabs one of her shoulders and flings her off its blade like a piece of meat. Isis’s battered form tips forward, then falls in a slump. The motion of the sword manages to tear off part of her costume and it hangs on the blood drenched blade of Duelist 8D8.
VAL – NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! SAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRA!!!!
Val quickly leaps towards 8D8 with his saber drawn and cleaves off its arm, sending the blood soaked blade clattering to the floor in a shower of sparks, while with unbridled rage, he continues to hack away at every inch of its mechanics, again unaware of the droids massing behind him, Val stumbles away from the mangled Duelist 8D8 towards his fallen sister.
As Val moves,
clutching her hand, he feels his eyes dim and darken, only hearing the
distant hum of energy hurled towards a target…towards him. The same blue
stun rings that brought Corrie to her knees were doubled in number and
with the amount of damage Val’s body had endured, his body and the force
could assist him no longer…plaguing him into unconsciousness, the last
image Isis stabbed, bleeding, and motionless before him.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
Fading back to the present, Val’s eyes flicked on the message written in blood along the defaced image of Gen’s portrait. Isis and the blade impaling her still fresh in his mind, playing over and over again like a never ceasing flashback…zooming in close, to crystal clear accuracy you could practically taste the blood streaming from the tip of the former Duelist 8D8’s deadly blade.
There written in Isis’s own blood read the message…
“Your sister is dead…come claim her body.”
Val’s blood boiled with rage, as everything around him was bathed in hues of crimson red…there was no pain, there was no remorse, no panic, no fear…all that wrapped along Val’s bloodied, battered form was vengeance…he was pushed to far, pushed to much, driven to the brink of exhaustion and beyond and it was all it took, all the evil potential inside his body that he kept in check…the break out of its host body and overthrow the…
From the minute Quillion crossed the line, sending Crymson to weaken him, the droids to overtake him, and the Duelist Elite 8D8 to scar him…it was the last straw for the warrior known as Valaryc Winters Versai. A man who never gave up and never gave in…was overshadowed by hatred, rage, anger……
There wasn’t fear,
or reason, or doubt, or logic…
As Val looked to the piece of Isis’s bloody costume fragment placed in his hand that was on 8D8’s blade and the message dribbling down Gen’s torn portrait. Anger boiled his blood, hatred filled his eyes, and rage seared is noble soul…
Val hated everything, he hated Quillion, he hated Crymson, hated Fate, hated Destiny, hated The VT Mole, hated Efface, Cire, Krevlin, 8D8…all of the hatred built a pyramid of power, or unrelenting fury and from them the gateway opened to his dark nature…Val’s dark side at last overlook his mind, his body, his reason, his restraint.
Val’s fingers cradled the fragment of Isis’s costume, while his other hand slide along the floor, glancing to see that there was no trace of Isis or Corrie, only a puddle of blood where Isis’s body once laid…there were no Killain Warriors, the bastards had accomplished that they had set out to do, the message was very clear and very effective...
“Your sister is dead…come claim her body.”
The message bore into Val’s eyes as that voice he had learned so many years ago echoed that hideous phrase that has haunted his dreams and his restless night.
“Your living without
her is my eternal vengeance.”
“Your living without her is my eternal vengeance.”
“Your living without her is my eternal vengeance.”
Val snapped his eyes open and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the voices, towards fate, towards “The Curse”
VAL – ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With his eyes caked with salt from his tears, and his body reaming his frame with pain, Val didn’t resist the sensation, didn’t try to stop it…he only adapted to it, used it…gave in to the sensations and from them he gained strength, purpose…and his new goal he would unleash upon those who have harmed him.
Val closed his eyes trying to hang on to one last shred of hope, reaching to feel his sister, if by some reason she might still live, if he could feel her presence, sense her, he could save her from wherever she was…but as he closed his eyes and reached out…
Glaring towards his shattered home, his damaged walls, carbon scored floors, ceilings, and the piles of useless junked droid remains, images of Corrie, Sacul, and Isis filled his head. The last shed of compassion, of restraint…
Gone was reason, compassion, remorse, restraint…there was only….
You know not the depths of what is to come...
A vicious secret revealed...
A vengeance unleashed...
A traitor's identity comes to light...
The answers draw ever closer...
Murder, Revelation, Secrets, Suspense, Struggle,
The ingredients to come in the on going saga of....
~ D E C E P T I O N ~
TO BE CONTINUED...
**END OF CHAPTER
(Versai Chronicles X "Trailer")
The scene opens upon a all black canvas as
the room is silent, except for a hissing sound
slowly the sizzling echo increases as small lines of orange begin to glow on the black background
increasing in intensity and spreading in direction, the letters "NRN" begin to take shape, as the screen
of black begins to resemble dark metal, the "NRN" reveals itself in pure white light, mingled with orange
and firery red, the metal melts away to reveal the freshly burned "NRN" while beneath is as the sounds
fade out, a red laser carves out the word "Design"
The letters remain on the screen for a moment, then fade out to the sound of heartbeats and darkness
Val and I go way back to the time of the Krath Wars...A time of trumoil and bondage.
~The image of Val striking down Krath War Droids in the courtyard shows on the screen, followed by his assaults on the TIE Crawlers and the destruction of the Juggernauts as WAR droids go flying in shards of shattered metal~
~The Image of Val shaking hands with Lance shows, both smiling and nodding as they turn around and enter Versai Tech before it was leveled.~
~The scene now shifts to a close up of Val holding a poisioned Isis in his arms, his face scrunched in anger as he cries out within the vibrant orange depths of Tabannolis, with a screen wipe the image then shows Val and Isis' holding one another in a tender embrace, where the secret of their relationship was revealed.~
I could see the pain in his eyes, I could sense the anger within his soul that day...The day his business was invaded.
~The image of Versai Tech behind them, as they fade out before reaching the door suddenly comes under heavy fire as the sky glows a lime green, after a flash that fills the screen in white and a loud bursting sound effect, the same image is revealed with fire, smoke, and crushed rubble, only five stumps, different in size remain, the symbolic image of the attack The Killain forged upon Versai Tech's shattered grounds~
~The scene shows a close up of Val's eyes narrowed, the expression is that of pain, and remorse as the camera pans a scenery of slain, smoldering bodies behind his ghosted eyes, all wearing Versai Tech uniforms.~
~The image of Val turning back to Lance and boarding his ship, along with Isis and Corrie fades on the screen as the next image shows Val's MARC "The Assailant" fly towards his exotic Versai Mansion, the twin waterfalls rushing behind in the distance, as a lens flare blinds the screen back to white, then darkness~
I can only image what it must be like for him each day...saving strangers with faces he's never seen...
Reuniting with those he thought, slain...
~The image shifts to Val holding Isis from Tibannopolis in his arms, his head tipped down gazing to her ~
~The image of Val hugging Corrie in his Versai Tech office shows~
~The image now fades out to display Val and Sara "Isis" Versai embracing one another in the darkness of night upon a a balcony outside of the Versai Mansion~
~The image of Val clutching Sacul in his arms, spreads along the screen, the camera zooms in on Val's hurtfilled, pain-riddled eyes, his brows coming down as his face goes from pain, to rage.~
~No music plays~
~Val is shown whispering to Lance~
"They will pay for this Lance trust me on that."
"Val listen to me...there is another way, there has to be another way!"
"There is no other way Lance...there is only closure."
I made a vow...I made a promise to expose the traitor in our midst once and for all...
~The image appears of Lance reading over the garbled message on the lap top~
~~An Image of Lance Jade appears as he faces someone off screen and speaks to them, there is no audio but he is clearly upset as three Versai Tech Guards accompany him, but are suddenly inflicted with blood red bolts of lighting as Lance's arms come up to shield himself from the impacts of the offscreen assualt~~
~No music plays again...just a heartbeat and heavy breathing~
I gazed into my friend's eyes that day...What I saw in Val's eyes..sent chills down my spine,
~The Versai Family Locket with its ruby red gem
sways back as one scene shows, then changes to another scene as it travels back across the screen~
~an echo of the locket in enhanced audio swaying, is heard slightly louder then his voice~
"The beast inside me, the dark side of me only manifests its grip over me when I suffer
a traumatic event, such as a death or severe betrayal."
~Images of Corrie being backhanded by Crymson
show, Sacul bleeding and busted in Val's arms fade in and out and
the image of Isis being stabbed and dropped. The next image shows a close up of Gen's defaced portriat, and the message read below it. "Your sister is dead, come claim her body"~
I've seen that look in his eyes before...and I can tell you this much.
"You've stepped over the line this time...Quillion..."
"You've inflicted your vengeance upon those I cherish...You've awoken the beast within me..."
"You have brought me your hatred...now you will feel mine."
~The camera zooms in and stops from a airial view, shortly before the bits of Crymson's lightsaber disappear into a black void, Crymson's legs and torso tumble down, her eyes illuminated with the shock of her defeat as lightning flashes.~
Quillion? The Killain? The Mole?
They dont' stand a chance in hell...
~The image of Val stricking down the figures on the swoops in Mos Espa blazes across the screen, followed by Efface being sliced in two, then Crymson's body being in half by Val's spinning yellow saber discus, after which the image of Val hacking away Duelist 8D8 fades off the screen, each meeting their destiny by Val's hand.~
There is no conflict, there is no remorse, no more pain, no more suffering, there is only...
~A pair of familiar gloved hands baring Versai Crests within a circle of gold rims and black pads is shown searching holding a flechette pistol, sliding a clip in the bottom, another hand shows the same as the guns are slide into a holster attached to a figure's pants, jet black and of the same material as Isis's costume.~
~The figure of Val with his back turned stands, with his head cocked towards the side, back turned as he whips his long sleeveless trench coat around his body, sliding his medium length brown hair back, cascading over the grey trim of his coat collar~
~The same gloved hands slide silver cylinder containers, smaller then a lightsaber and longer, into a bandalier along its legs, each slide into the bands of black securing them, reading along the side is the word "Cryroban"~
~Val is shown in another outfit, armed with four blaster holsters, two along his legs, two along his back, in a jet black and silver outfit with several compartments. his signature sleeveless trench coat billows furiously in high winds. Cylinders are inside two bandaliers that circle his lower thighs, as his sabers sparkle from his hips, the scene pulls back to show a ominous shiny black building, formed of angles that meet in the center of a disc with three distinct ruby red crystalline structures rising above it, a bolt of lighting streaks across a pitch black, purple clouded skyline~
~screen goes black for a few seconds as the slower beginning music from the Skiff scene plays in ROTJ~
~The image of Val clutching Crymson Vachon's lightsaber, and throwing it against the wall blazes across the screen, the sounds of the metal, and various sections of her dual saber shattering are intesified and given an echo.~
~the fast paced music from the Skiff battle plays, blazing with high strung rythms as images flash across the screen~
~The image of two Killain Warriors guarding a massive metallic door fade in, suddently a golden yellow saber emerges from one of the guard's chests, and slides back, as the body falls, a bubbling white-hot hole is revealed in the door as the other Killian Warrior cranes his head around to see one golden yellow saber blade slice into the metal on one end, and below it a blue blade, the two blades melting the door, which glows a fiery red-orange hue, pieces of it oozing down to the floor sizzling as both the blue and yellow blades carve a giant circle, four inches from meeting at the top of it.~
~Val's seen brandishing two flechette pistols, dodging blaster fire, as he tumbles into a roll, and fires the weapons, and a close up of his face shows complete concentration as the fire from the muzzles of his pistols completly fill the screen and the scene shifts to him backflipping away from red blaster bolts tearing into the ground, hot on his heels.~
~Val stands with his back to the camera as two beams of blue and golden yellow ignite into an "X" two Killain Warriors swing blood red lightsabers towards his midsection, but he steps back, and whips his saber blades up under the two which miss him, then without relent, his blades whip forward as the two Killain Warrior's cry out, falling in two halves to the floor.~
~music stops abruptly~
The eerie Music of The Emperor's Theme plays low in the background of the dialogue~.
"Come Versai...I have waited long enough."
~An Image of Val staring face to face with Quillion who stands before his throne, sliding his fingers along the back of his robe as a Sith Sword emerges...the image flashes on the screen from Quillion to Val reaching for his sabers~
"I know who you are..."
"You have yet to understand who I am boy..."
~A scene of Val's golden saber meeting Quillion's Sith Sword as they battle on his throne room steps shows~
"You have defeated all I have sent against you ...but only your hatred will end me."
~The next scene shows Val's eyes narrowed in a feral, sadistic, expression of pain, rage, and anger slamming his yellow saber down towards something below him and off screen...His outfit matching the one he slays The Killain Warriors in.~
"You think you have suffered Versai? Have you tasted death long enough?"
~The image of Val's eyes narrowed and dazzed gazing upward as Quillon in a jet black robe with strange writing looms above him, holding the Sith Sword towards Val's chest, inches from it~
Your battle with destiny Versai...
~Quillion's blade looms closer as one hand slides along his mask. He kneels down and pulls Val's face closer to him, inches from his own...the shot is from the back, Val on the floor his saber hilts shown rolled away from him, Quillion looming over his subdued body~
HAS JUST BEGUN!
~The image of Quillion's mask hurls across the screen spinning from one end to the other in slow motion, each twirl in enhanced audio as the scene shifts to a close up of Val's very wide, very terrified eyes, the shock of seeing Quillion's identity clearly visable along his facial regions~
Hello Val...did you miss me?
~High pitched, dynamic chord plays, title showing with credits~
COMING JANUARY 2002
~Screen fades to black~
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