Star Wars: Darkness Falls/Chapter Seven

Chapter VII

We had the advantage, I knew my way around the limited twists and turns and all we needed was some distance between us and the guards. Then we could start firing and the echos would hopefully scaring the guards into thinking there was an ambush, making them fearful to advance. The only problem was we were slightly slowed down by an injured Rilek. It seems that on his way through the door, a guard got a lucky shot off, on his bum.

This painful little problem did slow us down tremendously. Though, we could not hear anyone chasing from behind us, but I was still nervous. “Faster!” I yelled, frustration growing in the pit of my stomach.

“They’re not chasing us, can we just rest for a few seconds?”

Questions were rushing through my head as he spoke, why weren’t they chasing us? Did they know something we didn’t? Was the tunnel booby trapped? I had no clue the answer to any of these questions, but I had to keep moving forward if I wanted to see any of them answered. “OK, we’ll rest,” I eventually said after weighing my options.

“Thanks,” was all Rilek said to me. We tried to stay as quiet as possible, listening to possible footsteps, but we luckily heard none. After a small break, we got up, brushed ourselves off and continued to walk.

It felt like only a second later when I heard Rilek’s footsteps stop. I then heard the sound of his blaster hitting the metal button of his holster. I was pretty sure he did it on purpose.

“Stop right there, and get down on the ground,” he said.

“For a second there you sounded like SecPol telling me to get down,” I replied as I put my hands up.

“Oh trust me, I’m far from SecPol. Just a mob boss ready to take charge. And my first order of business is to kill you and then ‘Mr. Man’.” He started taking a few steps closer to me. I closed my eyes now, though the darkness around me had already hindered my sight. Either through shock, or just pure luck, the currently useless senses shut off. I heard something that could just about change the outcome. Scurrying along the walls were my frightful friends, the Spindell. I knew that if I could get my hand on one of them and throw it at Rilek, I may just walk away. But I knew I would have to distract him.

“You couldn’t lead an army flesh eating worms.” I said in the most confident tone I could bolster. I just hoped it would work.

“Oh, me and those so called flesh eating worms have a lot more in common than you think. You see, we’ll both probably be eating off of you for days to come.”

“What,” I asked, nervous and sickened. But his cannibalism explained it all, the shakes, the “party” he had, his hangover remedy. It all made sense now, this sick bastard was a freak. I would be doing the planet, the galaxy and all the inhabitants a favor by killing this monster. Who cares if I died trying, I’m poor and a murderer. So I grabbed a fuzzy spider from the wall, spun and threw it. But as the spider left my hand, a sharp pain entered me, in my shoulder to be exact. Rilek had been able to fire a blaster bolt, but the light that followed with the bolt, showed me my victory.

I was able to see the spider land on his neck and bite down. His screams were quickly subdued when he stumbled against the wall, smashing into more spiders. Which no doubt angered them. I could no longer see it happening, but I imagined spiders crawling down his stupid throat, biting their way down. It was only until the movement of spider legs grew louder that I realized that the Spindell’s could possible see me as a threat and start attacking me, so I took the time and ran to freedom, the city of Calahari.

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''“We have to get out of here” Kyp said coughing blood into his handkerchief, he was a proud man, but he never expected to surpass his son. Kyp would go down in history as the first Grad to step down, but his son would have the distinction of a blatant assassination. Sure, there were others who died of ‘mysterious’ causes, but his son was just shot in the head. Worst of all, it all went down in front of his hysterical wife. He needed to take control of the situation. “Come on, hurry,” he yelled to his daughter-in-law and granddaughter, who had taken the time to wipe the tears from her mother’s eyes with her tiny sleeve.''

''They both shot to attention at the old man’s sudden outburst. Kyp had been known as the ‘cool-headed leader that was too much of a pacifist,’ so any form of anger was a shock whenever displayed. Kyp had it all planned out, he had a ship already fueled and ready to take them anywhere they needed to be. It would be the first time anyone had left the planet since his ancestor, Jacen Gevorian left with his daughter. “We have to be out of here soon, who knows if there will be another attack.” Kyp said roughly grabbing the little girls hand while Killey, Noover’s wife, follow close behind.''

''Kyp couldn’t believe it, though. This was to be the end of the greatest time in Maynus’ history. There was peace, order and hope. The three things that he had been taught the previous establishment never had, but now as he thought about it, maybe it wasn’t true as the side victorious does write the history books.''

''“My hand hurts, grandpapa,” the little girl said, he halt her feet, but Kyp had to much momentum and speed and ended up dragging the girl. “Ow, mommy, help.” The girl pleaded, but Killey knew that the faster they left the safer her daughter’s life would be.''

''“Come on, hun, move those feet,” she said, a fake smiling spreading across her face. She could still feel the monster’s hand on her mouth. The sweaty palm, the smell of smoke. She felt sick again, but knew stopping to rest or vomit would be a mistake.''

''Kyp walked on, as he heard his daughter-in-law retching out fluids. “It’s OK, sweety,” he said to the little girl. “Everything will be fine soon enough. We’re going to get a new house, even nicer than this old place. Where we can play hide and seek whenever you want.” His words sounded so true that he almost believed them.''

''After passing through on last corridor, they reached the hanger. A large metal ship waited for them to board. “Mr. Gevorian, does your son know about this departure?” he asked as he noticed the two girls behind him.''

''“Apul, my son is dead. It would be best for you to come with us.”''

''“Sir, I cannot. I still have to protect the empire.”''

''“What empire? My only son is dead, and the next up is a girl under the age of ten!” Kyp yelled, he had never been this angry before. He coughed more blood. He just hoped he would last long enough to find his last remaining family a home. Kyp and company boarded the small ship. It would be a tight living space for their search for home, but it was all they could find on such short notice. “Are you sure?” Kyp asked Apul as the door started to close.''

“I’m sure, sir. We’ll try to keep your departure a secret until we can find more out about these assassins." The doors closed soon after Apul seized speaking. The ship took off and the only remaining Gevorian blood fled, far away from this chaos. &mdash; &mdash; &mdash;

Upon exiting the tunnel, I found that Gevorian’s room was just the way I left it. A busted bed, upturned items, but something was here this time that wasn’t. A red faced Nomdal. “Where have you been!?” he asked in a loud, huffed tone. He was clearly angry, I’m guessing the tunnel intrigued him, though.

“I needed to go home,” it wasn’t actually a lie as I did go home, but killed two men in the process.

“Oh, well, uh, hmm,” was all that fat little man could say.

“I must be going," I said wiping the dust from my shirt and pants.

“No you cannot, you’re going in to custody, mister. You’ve destroy practically sacred trinkets, it’d be like burning the Book of Pripheb.”

“I did that once, actually.” I said, keenly recalling the night where I had to burn my only book, the book of my religion to stay alive. Selfish, I know.

“I want you to put your hands behind you back and wait for the authorities to come,” he said, crossing his arms and pressing them against his chest, in an attempt to look “authoritative”. “Oh poo, I almost forgot,” he said pulling laser cuffs out of his pocket. All he need to do was fit those around my wrist and I could kiss away any payment and probably my life. As he approached, I readied myself. He was behind me, fiddling with the stupid cuffs when I elbowed him in the forehead. I turned around to see his already red face turn redder as he fell to the wooden floor. He had failed to cuff me, and I ran out of their fast, just incase whatever backwater authorities were already on their way.

I reached the outskirts of town in no time and followed the road back to Loka. I walked around the ghetto again, hoping to see Mr. Man somewhere, but instead I was met with a blow to the back of the head.