Beyond the Uncharted | Star Wars Fanfiction

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx: ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ

With struggling arms, I raised my hand, attempting to curl my fingers to retaliate against Occult's grip. He adjusts his stance, gaining more strength to choke me. "You should have stayed put, Jedi! You will find yourself spending hours suffering."

"Y-you..." I struggle, saliva pooling in my mouth. "You, ricarkin..."

I fight against the pressure, my arm trying to find strength to rise. My eyes roll back, my body shaking as I cannot withstand the force any longer.

A fire resonated through the area, and I felt the pressure release. I drop to my knees, gasping for breath. From behind a derrick machine stands the Mandalorian, his blaster aimed. He rotates the weapon's handle, an empty magazine clattered to the floor, pulling away to seek shelter once more. Occult stumbles back, grasping his wound. Smoke streams from the opening of his shoulder, his skin bubbling from the burn. Enraged, he commands a set of stormtroopers to charge at me.

The Mandalorian glances at me, understanding that our collaboration is required.

Despite the banging in my head, the nausea churning in my stomach, and my legs not being able to carry me, I limp for the freighter. I fought the pain, reminding myself that it was just another morning at the Jedi Temple. Lex was ten paces in front of me, and Master Anakin was shouting to keep speed. The trees swayed overhead, sunlight peeking through the leaves. I could almost see the clearing—the pond we would relax in after the course. It was not a landscape of fire and death; it was peaceful.

The Mandalorian reached the ship, located the cockpit, and prepared for flight. The door began to raise, and I stumbled, diving into the safety of the cargo hold. However, the stormtroopers pursuing me caught up, one grabbing my ankles and trying to pull me from the ship. I kick and squirm, but another crawls over me, pinning me down.

Occult moves closer to the commotion, his hand raised once more to intervene. Before he has a chance to overpower me, I raise my hand, sending a bolt of Force zapping through the air. I latch on to my lightsaber, causing it to soar across the opening. With a buzz, it ignites, slicing through the stormtrooper over me. His bisected body rolls off the ramp, knocking into a pole as it slides.

The other stormtrooper hesitated, looking at his dead comrade before lunging towards me, dragging me up the ramp. He tacks down my arm, preventing me from using my weapon. As I felt myself being lifted, the cargo doors closed, trapping the stormtrooper inside the cabin.

Metallic clangs reverberated through the cargo hold as the guns attached to the ship energized. With a deafening roar, the Mandalorian manoeuvred the ship's cannon, unleashing a barrage of bullets at Occult and his forces below. The atmosphere was filled with the sound of blaster fire and the smell of molten plasma as the Mandalorian's onslaught tore through their ranks. An eruption rattles the compartment, and a TIE Fighter is hit, sending a chain of explosions throughout the docking bay.

The ship powers up, and the cabin rocks as we move into flight, the sudden acceleration sending the Stormtrooper and me smashing into a door. As we ascended, the engines whirled, preparing to race. The Mandalorian lets out a sudden cry, frustrated with an issue in the cockpit. He surveys for a safe light-speed route, but an error signal flashes back, conveying obstacles.

Before I could look at the screen any longer, my body was thrown about the cabin as we gained speed away from the Star Destroyer. My face smashes into a glass window, and from outside, I see Sith fighters in pursuit. We take a sharp turn, my body falling from the window and knocking into the stormtrooper, the zero gravity causing us to float across the ship.

My lightsaber drifts out of reach, spinning across the cargo hold as the stormtrooper pushes against the wall, closing in on me. With a quick scan, I locate my blaster from earlier and take aim, firing a plasma beam that narrowly misses the stormtrooper's helmet. Flailing his arms, the stormtrooper seizes my lower leg. He retracts me in, grabbing through my robes to continue the scrimmage. There is a bang at the back, the freighter is hit, and the jolt gets me loose.