Wrath of Trandosha

Chapter 23 - Massacre

Valon couldn't hold on any longer, his fingers loosened one by one, his hands were forced from the pole. His body flew towards the side of the cargo hold, several troopers had already been sucked out of the freighter, choking in the oxygenless expanse.

He was nearing the hole, that drew everything in, forcing cargo and bodies into space. Reaching out, he grabbed a crate of kyber crystals, force pushing them into the gap. Dozens of dull crystals, floated aimlessly on the outside of the craft, the boxes lid had come open.

The now empty cargo box, created a barrier, stopping the ferocious vacuum. With the hole now blocked, Valon and the remaining troopers dropped to the floor with a simultaneous thud.

Although the amount of stormtroopers was halved, they still posed a serious threat, so he had to find a way out fast. Valon pushed off the cold floor, his head pounding from the hard impact, he searched for his lightsaber.

He had dropped it, so that he could grab the catwalks support, now it was missing. The soldiers clad in bright white armor, began to stand up, recovering from the ordeal. Thinking on his feet, he leapt up to the catwalk, the metal grates shuddering as he landed.

Taking a quick glance out of one of the rectangular viewing ports, he spotted it, his double bladed saber floated in space amongst the bodies and debris. To get it, he would have to break another hole in the freighter, which would be too dangerous.

He force pulled a blaster to his hands, from the body of an unconscious trooper, it was black and bulky. He ran through the corridor that led to the rest of the ship, his mind racing, wondering why Skaar and Joi would leave without him. Was Nu right?

A heavy jolt almost knocked Valon off his feet, the star destroyer had locked onto them, they most likely spotted the Quadjumper or the breach in the hull. Valon didn't care, he was more worried about what waited for him, on the other side of the blast doors.

He remembered what the scientist had said, that the crystals were highly combustible, Valon might not understand the science but he knew it would make the perfect distraction. Running back to the cargo hold, his heart had increased in speed, beating out of control.

Adrenaline raced around his body, he knelt next to a stormtrooper who squirmed on the metal catwalk, he had sustained fatal injuries from hitting several objects before Valon had closed the hole. In the man's belt were two thermal detonators, enough for a chain reaction Valon thought, he would set them off as soon as he had figured out an escape plan.

It was too late, the freighter was fully docked within the belly of the destroyer, he looked around the hold erratically. He grabbed the soldiers heavy armor, changing into it as a disguise, then dressing the trooper in  his Jedi robes.

The blast doors raised, countless stormtroopers marched into the freighter, spreading out to find Valon. A commander, with his orange shoulder pad, charged over, followed by many other soldiers. He looked at the mess of bodies and spilled crystals, he was taller than the others and muscular, Valon lay on the floor as still as possible.

"Get this scum to the detention center." shouted the commander.

"What about the troops Sir?" asked one soldier.

"Take them to the infirmary, this one's alive." He said pointing to Valon, the plan had worked.

"Yes Sir."

Valon's plan was successful, the injured soldier's body was carried away, they had even put him in handcuffs. Valon was picked up by his hands and feet, then he was placed on a white stretcher, awaiting rescue. As he was carried off, Valon activated the two detonators, allowing them to roll onto the holds floor.