The Freemaker Adventures - Season Three

Chapter Eight - The Note

                       Samael walked out of the temple, flipping a crystal back and forth in his hand, when he heard his holo-projector buzz. He nearly dropped the crystal as the Emperor was displayed from it.

"Hello, master," Samael said, bowing his head while sneaking the fallen crystal into his satchel.

"Do you have the crystals? I'm bored." The Emperor said. "Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored."

The Emperor was now using some kind of a mechanical abomination to move around.

"I have a good amount, my lord, but certainly not as much as you need," Samael explained.

"Have you killed the Freemakers yet?"

"Well, no, I was actually going to-" Samael began, when the Emperor cut him off.

"It doesn't sound like you've accomplished much. Perhaps I was wrong to send you after the Freemakers. Perhaps I should have sent someone else."

"Um-not to disrespect you, but you don't really have anyone else," Samael said nervously.

"WHA-you know what I mean! Just get on it already. I want them dead." Palpatine sighed.

"But-"

"NO BUTS! GET. ON. IT!" The Emperor said as disappeared from the holo-projector.

Samael put the projector in his cape pocket and took out his lightsaber. He activated it, and threw it with all of his might at a nearby rock. The rock broke in half instantly. Samael called his saber back to him, and took a deep breath. It was best if he kept in most of his anger, and took it out on the Freemakers instead. That would at least put it to good use. His master did not understand how successful he had been so far. But he would! Then he would surely regret all that he said.

Rowan and Kordi watched impatiently as Naare attempted to heal Zander's arm. Rowan didn't know how to do it, and even if he did, he definitely couldn't find enough calm to do so. Naare kneeled down beside Zander's bed with her eyes closed, squirming every few seconds out of frustration. Based on what he was seeing, Rowan could conclude that Naare didn't know how to do it either.

"Umm...try focusing more," Kordi suggested.

"That's what I'm doing!" Naare opened her eyes.

The wound was beginning to look worse and worse. If Naare couldn't figure it out, then Zander could lose too much blood.

"I'm beginning to feel a little woozy, guys..." Zander blinked his eyes several times before he closed them.

"I swear, I know how to do it. It's just been a very long time, and the Sith obviously don't use force healing." Naare stood up to take a breather.

She looked down, and her Loth-Cat walked up to her and meowed. Naare patted its head as she walked away. The cat went to follow her, but before it did so, it turned around and hissed at Kordi.
"I hate that thing. Do you know how many times it scratched me when she gave it to me?" Kordi lifted up her jacket sleeve and revealed many cuts.

"Too bad Naare can't heal those either," Rowan said to Kordi as he walked towards where Zander lay, resting.

Kordi sighed. "You know, I don't think we can keep this up."

Rowan turned around. "What do you mean?"

"We should go back to Chandrila. Zander can receive proper medical care, and we can deliver the crystals we have to Leia. It's better than risking Zander's health, and losing our stash all over again."