A NEW FEELING began flooding Luke and Terigo now that Terra's essence was gone.
"I can feel him too," Terigo says, both looking opposite of Terra's direction.
"Then that means he's close," Luke says with a quick glance in the hopes she wasn't insulted.
Luke starts running to doors in the hall, "Find an—"
"—an empty room, got it," Terigo says, running to doors on the hall's other side.
They sense through a few doors until Luke says, "Found one!" and opens it. But like with the annex's General, he couldn't sense far when stressed. Far into the room, two stormtroopers spin around and start shooting only to get their blaster fire deflected by Luke's lightsaber. They fall to the floor. "Hide in here! Hurry!" he waves to the prisoners, and they rush in.
The first two in run to the stormtroopers to pick up their blasters, but Luke says, "No don't. It'll give them more of a reason to shoot you."
The prisoners reluctantly put the blasters down, and instead, one starts kicking a stormtrooper while the other starts removing the other's armor to wear.
With all the prisoners in, Luke says, "We'll be back to get you out of here, just don't move," and closes the door.
"He's getting closer," Terigo informs, ready to pursue.
"Then let's find him first."
Following the Sith Lord's heated essence, they avoid stormtroopers, but some seem like they're avoiding them. It was too hard to tell which way their eyes were looking in those helmets. So when they enter a narrow hall, lightsabers readied, with a row of stormtroopers standing still on each side facing each other...
"Terra?" Luke asks.
"No... More like a trap. Darth Cicatrice is in the next room past them."
They approach slowly and take a deep breath to ready their senses for a split-second change.
When in the middle of the stormtroopers, Terigo discreetly lets her arm touch his, and speaks through the connection. Luke, if you duck, I can take the heads off half of them in an instant.
He tries to make his thoughts heard, No, they might surrender once he's dead.
True... but... and she removes her arm, not wanting to get in an argument about preferring to be safe than sorry with execution.
Past the troops, they reach the doorway. The stormtroopers reposition with lightning speed in an arc around them, making it impossible to do anything but enter.
Terigo chuckles: "Told you."
They enter a command room of sorts: an wide open space with officers manning controls on the left, shouting battle updates to a fiery-clad hooded figure on the right. The hooded figure jumps down from one of many training obstacles.
"Dawken, take command until I say otherwise," Cicatrice calls.
Past the controlled harshness of his voice, it was nearly young. Barely an adult.
"Hey. Knock it off," he says with bitter whimsy and a head-turn to Terigo. She had tried to read his mind, but he pushed her essence out.
As Luke and Terigo slowly approach, Terigo touches Luke's arm again, I'll try reading him when he's distracted. Keep him surrounded at all times. Attack at the same time, on my lead, in ten seconds.
Cicatrice lets her get behind him with his attention only on Luke. Luke and Terigo now both notice the intricate details of his cloak. Black cloth drapes over every inch of his body, with only his mouth and chin showing. His cloak is covered so densely with hot-orange designs that it looks instead like black designs on an orange cloak. Moving around him allows the light to reveal the yellow and red iridescence of the designs, as if it were made of fire that could both warm and burn...
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Star Wars: The Ancient Force
Fanfiction***A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Sept 6th 2016*** "Yoda was not a master of the Light Side-or the Dark. He was between them." Luke Skywalker hears this from a mysterious Jedi prisoner during her interrogation and frees her to investigate what she means...
