Star Wars: The Lost Episode

Entry 10

I woke in a cold sweat from a horrible vision. Images of fire and a sense of eminent fear swept through me. I exited to the balcony so I could clear my mind. Upon exiting, I saw Master Nycomé waiting for me.

"So you sensed it too?" I asked. She nodded. "Then you know why I have to stay and fight."

"Absolutely not!" she declared. "It's too dangerous."

"Nycomé, I've bested you in combat more than once in the past few months. You've even acknowledged me as an equal. If I leave, you have nowhere to run. They'll hunt you down and when they're done they'll start hunting me."

"Vector, I know you are skilled in combat, and I acknowledge you as my equal, but it's because they're coming to the planet you must flee. I can't leave so my fate is sealed. But you still have a chance. If you die, Vector, the Jedi Order dies with you."

"I am prepared to fight and--"

"And die? No. You're going to use my cargo vessel to get as many civilians off this planet as possible."

"But--"

"That's an order!"

I stormed off in anger, gathering my supplies once I entered my room.

"Anything wrong, Master Vector?"

I looked up to see CB-103.

"No, CB."

"Well, just say something if you need anything." As he walked out I came up with an idea

"Actually CB, I have a request for you," I said with a smile.

"Yes?" the droid said with his head cocked, as if he was thinking.

"I need you to collect all the civilians in town and get them off-world to these coordinates," I requested as I handed him my data pad. "These are coordinates to Deralia, my home world. Get them there and come back. We are going to need you for the last stand."

The droid looked puzzled, as if he was pondering a course of action.

"I..." the droid paused, "I... will do so."

"Thank you, CB," I replied.

With that CB left for the town, as I hid among my scaly friends to avoid Nycomé from sensing me, although I think she may still be able to through our bond. I guess I need to stop typing and use the Force Cloak technique.