Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 3

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Evander asked Synyc as they tatted around the back of a an airborne Rebel Cruiser. The lights were dim and it was cold due to the need to redirect power to stay undetected by the Empire.

"Yeah," Synyc replied a little unsurely. "We already planted the trap and Fulcrum, a top tier Rebel spy that nobody knows the identity of, confirmed they took the bait."

"But are we really gonna bet this mission on Flint and I's Force capabilities?"

Synyc laughed. "Are there any other Jedi in the Rebellion to help? No. So to answer your question, we are."

Evander and Flint exchanged a worried look and then laughed. "If you say so."

Corr was among three medics on the team, ready to swoop in and save some lives of the need arose. The rest of the quartet were responsible for using the Force to break down the inside of the helmet. If they could break down the vital pieces on the sides of the Dark Soldier's head then they could stop them and capture them... hopefully.

"Closing in on the drop zone!" The pilot called back. The thirty or so Rebel fighters locked and loaded their various weapons and adjusted their helmets.

Corr and Synyc were standing next to one another. Corr noticed he was looking down at the floor and was tapping his foot anxiously. He also saw his nails were particularly chewed up. He squeezed his hand and smiled to him. Synyc gratefully smiled back and kissed his cheek quickly.

"Ready?" He asked Corr.

"Always."

The only thing the Dark Soldier ever felt in their brain were biological gears and wires. They felt their protocol calculating everything-running every single thing they heard, saw, felt, and sensed through a series of algorithms implemented into their mind that they couldn't overpower. They longed to be free, but weren't allowed to think that way. The thought of freedom made their head ache.

So they marched on, walking swiftly and mechanically through the street. They never knew exactly where they were, but based on the run down surroundings and low life creatures wandering about, they had been sent to an outer-rim planet. They knew it was to eliminate a Rebel Sympathetic Senator who was meeting up with an arms dealer. Intel told them the senator was alone so they sent the Dark Soldier alone. Made sense. Although, everything the Empire said had to make sense to them.

Their senses perked up and they stopped. Having made it past town towards a clearing with no sign of mortal danger, they were being extremely alert. Then suddenly their Force Sense picked up on the same two Force Users, presumably Jedi, they'd encountered a few days ago.

They immediately unsheathed two deadly sharp knives from their tool belt and stood at a defensive stance, waiting for the first move to calculate the appropriate counter attack. Especially if it was the same two Jedi, the Rebels that helped them previously will not be far behind.

They finally saw the source of the Jedi. They were crouched in the tops of a tree off in the distance, except there was a new one. A young Zeltron male between the dark skinned human male and the pale unknown-species male.

An attack measure surfaced earlier than expected and the Dark Soldier began to sprint forward, taking aim to toss their knives into the tree with impossibly accuracy. But before they knew what hit them, an intense pain rattled through their head. It started to spiral through their entire body, shaking every nerve in their body and immobilizing every joint, muscle, and bone.

The stabilizers on the side of their helmet cracked and then burst.

The Dark Soldier fell on their own. They hadn't been stunned, shot, or drugged. The pain became too much and they couldn't stay conscious. The Rebels had won.