Wrath of Trandosha

Chapter 10 - Desera Reth

Striding out of the boat house with a new found confidence, Valon caught his boot, on the black leather boots, of an imperial officer. He tripped falling flat on his face,  his white clunky arm, clattering onto the ground, he heaved himself up, struggling under the wieght of the combersome armour. As he got up from his rather embarrasing tumble, Valon looked up at the now outraged officer, he was wearing a tidy, grey officers uniform with a grey cap. His face looked incredably displeased at his clumsy soldier. 

"Sorry Sir, wasn't looking where i was going." said Valon.

"You will be." the officer said sternly.

"I'll be off then." Valon quickly stepped away, towards the entrance to the court yard. 

"Trooper." said the officer loudly this time.

"Yes Sir." said Valon stopping in his tracks. 

"Come back, what is your identification number?" he demanded 

"Two, two, nine - E, oh forget it." Valon sighed, smacking the officer in the jaw and blasting the two bodyguards. 

"All troopers, we've got a rougue soldier within the perimeter, sector seven, this not a drill repeat, this is not a drill." the downed officer informed all surrounding guards. 

Valon raced towards the nearest wall of the large complex, narrowly avoiding blaster fire, bolts tearing across the compound. He jumped up the wall, grabbing a winddow ledge, with a firm grip, an AT-ST swiveled in his direction. It fired, one bolt crashing through the window, as Valon evaded by catapulting himself onto the roof, he slid down the other side, spinning onto his belly and forcing his feet through the paralell window. Landing as the the glass cascaded over his back, he ran to an access port, attempting to find the office of the minister for Naboo security. Five troopers rushed to attack valon but he dropped to the floor, leaning on his knees he fired three shots, each hitting their intended target. The next two troopers, went to restrain him, he swept his leg under the first, the confused soldier falling into his comrade. 

The data, informed him that the office we searched for was in the tower, along the corridor and up the spiralling steps. He through the two doors open with practiced ease, revealing a plain desk in the centre of the room, running in without a second thought, an officer grabbed his shoulder pad. She had red hair, that was tied in a loose pony tail, the rest of her vibrant her was swept aside. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity but Valon sensed she was scared. Her dark grey officers uniform, signalled to him that she was of great importance and she was young, Valon thought early twenties. 

"Are you from pheonix squadron?" she aske drastically.

"Uh yes." said Valon, not understanding who or what pheonix squadron was. 

"I'm folcrum, you're here to recue me right?" she questioned.

"Yes, i just need to -"

"Lets go!" she shouted pulling him towards the door.

"First i need the intel." he requested pointing over to the computer. 

"Your superior, agreed that i would disclose the information, once we have got to your base." she said mad at him. 

"Of course, the base, yes but i need access to that holodrive." said Valon 

She sighed, walking over to her desk, she switched on the holopad, lighting up their faces with the opaque screen, that was projected between them. 

"What exactly are you looking for?" she questioned. 

"Joi Bombassa." he said quickly. 

"The retired tug drivers daughter?" she asked, confused.