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The Sinking of the Cerulean Bliss	By : Meowshi Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Collasping against the back wall of the turbolift, I gasp for air as my heart thunders in her small chest.
I can feel my legs threatening to give out from underneath me and it takes all my strength of will to stop myself from crumpling to the ground. I had been shot at before, more than once in fact, but it never got any easier. I bend forward, bracing my hands on my thighs while I heave and gasp.
'Am I going to be the first Jedi to die of a panic attack on a mission?' I think half-jokingly to myself.
I feel sick with anxiousness as thick, languid drops of sweat drip from my forehead and onto the cold doonium floor. The bright, cheery music bouncing off the walls of the lift only serves to deepen my anxiety, so I reach out with the Force and tear the speakers from the wall with an outstretched hand. A loud popping of machinery and then an eerie silence descends over the cramped space. Master Ebonvar would have shamed me for the uncontrolled emotionality, but at this point, I was far too overwhelmed to care.
At some point during the desperate chase through the corridors, I had broken the heels on both of my stilettos. Without a second thought, I kick the shoes off into the corner, flinching at the coolness of the metal floors.
“Master?” I offer hesitantly, activating the transponder in my ear and preparing to be dressed down by my strict instructor.
“Padawan Shannik’eava. News to report?” My master’s baritone voice answers right away. He is always so infuriatingly punctual.
He always takes the time to use my full Rylothian clan name when addressing me. I assume this is his way of maintaining a distance between us. A growing number of Jedi Knights had started to form close, personal relationships with their students in defiance of the Jedi Code. My master was obviously very concerned about that, so he frequently reinforced professional boundaries. I greatly respected my Master, but we couldn't be more different from one another.
“I’ve secured the documents, Master...is the escape craft ready?”
“That is excellent news, Padawan. Meet me in the hangar in thirty minutes and we'll be off.”
“...Master, we may need to leave...sooner than that. I may have, inadvertantly, blown my cover...”
There was a long pause and I could just imagine my Master cursing the Force for giving him such an irresponsible Padawan. I cough awkwardly, waiting for him to finally respond.
“Very well, Shannik’eava,” he said icily, “But no more surprises.”
The communicator cut off with a sharp hiss of static and I was left feeling like a scolded child.
As the turbolift opens, I narrowly avoid being shoved into the wall as a group of agitated barge guards pushes their way past me. The lower section of the Cerulean Bliss was in a state of pandemonium as armed patrols ran around the perimeter and guests were being forcibly escorted back to their rooms. On the way to the hangar. I was able to eavesdrop in on several conversations and confirm that the Black Sun agents and the guardsmen upstairs were now in a full-scale shootout. I quickened my pace, leaving the muffled sounds of blaster bolts in the distance.
Suddenly, a horrifying thought dawned on me!

When all the shooting was done and the guards failed to find me for questioning, they were going to look up who was supposed to be delivering drinks to the Black Sun agents upstairs. My actions had put my friends, Kreo and Xxanthippe, in grave danger! Even if the guards believed that they had nothing to do with the attack, which was unlikely, then they would still be harshly punished for pawning off their assignments on another server. My conscience simply wouldn’t allow for my friends to be stripped and whipped because of my actions.
Steeling myself, I shifted directions and raced back to the kitchens, my Force-senses helping me locate my two friends among the throng of frightened children now huddling in the crowded backrooms.
“Shanni, what happened up there?” Kreo asked me with wide, fearful eyes as I ran over to him.
“We heard it has something to do with the Black Sun agents we were supposed to deliver drinks to! Are we in trouble?” Xxanthippe said with fresh tears in her metallic eyes. I can't help but to blink at that. I hadn’t even been aware that the cybernetic girl could cry.
“Listen, there’s no time to talk. Do you two trust me?” I said firmly. I knew that our window for escape was slipping away, and I didn’t have time to answer questions or convince them. They either agreed to come now or they would have to be left behind.
“Yes,” both of them answer in unison, without a moment’s hesitation.
“Good, follow me!” I shout behind my back, trying to hide my guilt over the fact that my friends trusted me so easily when I had just nearly forgotten them.
Amidst the commotion, nobody paid much attention to us as we sprinted through the hallways, though I had to slow my pace a few times for my friends to keep up with me. I had never noticed how undernourished and sickly they looked in comparison to me. Even at such a young age, my body was toned from years of training in the temple, while they were underfed and had never tasted air that wasn't filtered through the barge's advanced life support systems.
When the three of us arrived at the hangar, we were met with a distressing sight. The access point was crowded with clients trying to get on their ships and leave the pleasure barge. Apparently, it turns out that violent shootouts really make people nervous or something! In any case, the guards weren’t letting anyone leave without being questioned and the tension in the room seemed about ready to boil over.
Out of nowhere, a heavtset guard appeared and snatched Xxanthippe by her corded hair, lifting her off the ground with ease.
“What are you three midges doing down here, trying to escape while all hell breaks loose? On my watch?” he yelled as Xxanthippe cried out in pai the guard spat as Xxanthippe screamed in pain.
My eyes seared with rage at the sound of her desperate screams, and before I could realize what was happening, I felt power surging through my veins. The Force swirls around me like a hurricane, my outstretched arms quivering with the strain as stray bits of metal and wire fly around me, illuminated by the electric blue streaks between my fingers. My hand shoots forward and I use the Force to hurl the guard through the transparisteel barrier leading into the ship hangar, resulting in a deafening crash of shattering glass. This was followed by a roar of approval, like a wild beast released from its cage, and the excited crowd began to push their way through the hole produced by the guard's unconscious body. The throng of spacers and criminals ran to their ships with a mad urgency, eager to be off the barge. I watched them go, my thoughts drowned out by the sound of my heart pounding in her ears, the shame of having lost my temper yet again sinking in.
The barge guards began shouting for the mob to stop running, yet nobody seemed to be heeding their warnings. One of them finally lost his patience and bellows out, “Blast this! Shoot 'em down if they don't want to listen!”
With grim determination, the guards raise their blaster rifles and prepare to begin firing into the crowd, but before they could start the slaughter, the guns were suddenly stripped from their hands and flung across the hangar. I whipped my head around to witness the imposing figure of my Master, Gilad Ebonvar, striding down the hall with his hands stretched forward. There was a look of stern concentration on his bronzed face as he swept the weapons away with the Force.
The Jedi Master leaped into the hangar with a brilliant, flashing green lightsaber in hand, the verdant illumination bright against his dark brown skin. The human's neat dreadlocks hung down to the undercut that was shaved around his lower scalp. He stood tall and muscular, which was more than evident by the revealing dancer's uniform he was currently wearing. My face flushes as I look at him; I was used to seeing him in flowing Jedi robes and had no idea his body was so...interesting to look at.
With an expectant look, my Master threw my lightsaber at me, which I caught and ignited it in one smooth motion. The pink blade extends with a sharp KRZZZTT as I activate the weapon, bathing me in a magenta light. I turned to my two friends with a stern look and told them to follow me closely, silencing any questions they may have had about why a simple slave girl was now holding a lightsaber. Jedi Master Gilad Ebonvar's eyes narrowed when he saw the two kids following along behind me, but time was of the essence and he didn’t have time to voice his disapproval.
I lunge forward with my Master, our feet barely brushing the ground as we dash across the hangar bay. Our fleeting figures leave trails of ethereal after-images in our wake, making it almost impossible for the two children behind us to keep up. With every stride, I feel a rush of adrenaline surge through me, like a fire blazing through my veins. Security drones detach from the ceilings to fire at us, but we easily deflect the blaster bolts back at the mindless machines. Wanting to protect my two friends from stray blaster bolts, I fling my lightsaber out in a wide arc that destroys three of the drones and then call the lightsaber back into my hand with the Force. Master Ebonvar's eyebrow shoots up at the advanced maneuver, as he hadn't taught me how to do it, but I was far more gifted with a lightsaber than I was at mastering the Force.
Maybe even better than him.
My Master bounded onto his ship and ushered us children inside before leaping into the pilot's seat. The Consular-class starcruiser had been disguised to look like an innocuous civilian craft, but that bit of clever subterfuge had been undermined by my recklessness. The ship rumbles as blaster fire from the guardsmen slams into the reinforced hull. Kreo and Xxanthippe huddle on the floor and cover their ears, never having experienced a real firefight before. In a flurry of activity, the cruiser powers up and blows through the hangar doors alongside the many other ships making their desperate escape.
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