I, Shadow and Making Up
By: Allie Ho
A cry of outrage shattered the peace of an otherwise tidy room. Inside, a completely hair razed man towered over a shorter with a noir mane dame.
Oh I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce things. The tidy room is in the , the man that has no hair is Master Mace Windu, and the lady? The Jedi Knight Mei Dei who is I. I’ll explain things later on.
“What!” That was the word which started me on a roll.
“Why do you want to send me on a mission because you were mad at someone else?” I protested with a hint of a whine.
The master chuckled, “Because you haven’t gone on a mission since the Clone Wars ended and you need that exercise.”
“Hey, I’ve been very busy. I’m working on helping in the Library and just so you know, there are more books there than all the Jedi that there were. Besides, my master and the Councillor won’t allow it.”
My master is the fun but really serious Jedi Master, Yoda and the Councillor is Councillor Palpatine for some reason. I don’t get why he liked me when I was talking like a Holonet newscast channel, never-ending and sometimes very annoying。
“Well I think Master Yoda approves, in fact he’s designed harder exercises for younglings when I was one and Palpatine…”, he paused for a second, “he’s just a councillor and isn’t in charge of your missions or anyone else’s.” His tone of voice grew colder but ebbed like a pasting tide.
“Let me repeat the mission again for you personally, you’ll be infiltrating a Separatist ship and destroy it. Why? It’s one of the key ships and it has a person we want to Count out.”
“Dooku. Really, he’s still alive?” I exclaimed, Windu gave me a strong nod.
“Yes, now get going before he heads back towards his stronghold.” He sounded a bit uncomfortable.
“Yes, Master.” I gave a curt nod and ran towards my gunship, Curator in the hanger. It took a few ignitions for the stubborn ship to fire up but when it did, it purred and I input the coordinates and it bounced out of the Coruscanti sky and into hyperspace.
Now, here’s some time for a little history on the Curator. It was a gift from the Councillor who bought it fresh and directly from a Corellian factory. Now how he could afford that amount of credits is mysterious along with me often being stalked and receiving a salary from him.
The ship jumped out of hyperspace 3 minutes after entering it, enough to change my appearance completely. Within seconds, I completed the boring universal procedures for starships boarding bigger ones: comming the ship, give access codes, let them open a spare port and get out of ship.
The ship’s bridge crashed to the ground, I jumped a bit but I whipped myself to walk into the hanger overflowing with droids and up into the den of the Sith.
In fact, it was very easier done than thought, other than a few stale stares from droids, it looked normal for a carrier, with the chaos of moving engineers and pilots scrambling to tend to arriving ships, broken ship parts and departing ones. I gave a quick prayer that when I destroyed the ship, their deaths would be quick.
I moved towards each door and elevator and every second loosened my nervousness and allowed me to strategize what to do when I enter.
I reached his main chambers and at the doors were a few droids. I used the Force and whispered to them what I want them to do and say and they let me in.
A few seconds later, my plan evaporated almost immediately, turns out the main reactor of the ship is also in the room which he’s in, surrounded by hundreds of operators and droids. I smiled and did the most logical thing I could do at that point, I made up a whopper so big that’s believable and shouted it throughout the entire room.
“A Republic fleet is coming, a Republic fleet is coming!” I repeated the phrase causing reactions ranging from turned heads to some screaming. I around and made an intentional bump into the Count itself, who is a lot bulkier than he looks. His eyes became calculating and hostile.
“What seems to be the problem?” I threw out a small sound, somewhere between the howl of a Wookie and the mating call of a bantha. “Hello, I’m a friend of Ventress and I work in the department that doesn’t exist.”
His ears perked up and dismissed everyone in the room besides me.
“Really, Ventress has friends?” He mused over the words. “It’s not what you think of sir, I’m closer to a close acquaintance due to her line of work.” I blurt out; hoping he’s doesn’t catch too much knowledge.
“And what does Miss Ventress tell you?” He asked in a deliberate slow voice. “Oh not much, she says that it’s messy and may look bad and there’s no insurance but her salary and bonuses are great.”
“I’m glad to hear it but there’s one question I have to ask you.” “Yes.” “If you’re a spy, then why are you wearing a pilot’s uniform-”
That’s enough chit-chat even for a talker like me, I was planning to come up with excuses for those but I’m out of time so I whipped out my trusty lightsaber and as a guy who wrote how to duel, he knew and blocked my shot.
“I always knew you felt.” He swung his lightsaber around in a deadly arc, “Yeah, yeah. If you had half a brain you would’ve picked my signature a while ago when I went in.” I parried and cartwheeled towards the reactor. I spoke with him no more, instead I went on to create chaos and take away his Force advantage by breaking anything that’s big and can be detachable while he pursued me, saving me some energy. His strokes are pure strategic and with him always trying to find weak spots but I just keep my distance and try to wear him down which is difficult. “If he wasn’t a Sith and creating his own party, I’ve been impressed
Finally, I try something that’s pure idiocy, and bordering on lunacy. I Force pushed myself backwards into the reactor shell with a sharp snap from my back and attached several bombs onto it. I also dropped a little piece of paper onto the floor and before he can run out of the room run to the hanger and fly the ship out of the dock. When I just about to start the hyperspace drive, a glorious iron red explosion rocked space. I smiled and hit the button back to safe haven.
“So what did you write on that note?” Mace Windu asked after I recounted the story. “I wrote ‘This ship will explode in ten seconds and Master Yoda doesn’t miss you’ with a rough sketch of Yoda sticking his tongue out.” I began to laugh and he joined in seconds later.
“Now,” I said to the ceiling, “I truly know what being a shadow and making up things can really save me.” I gave a lopsided grin and went back to my room.I, Shadow and Making Up
By: Allie Ho
A cry of outrage shattered the peace of an otherwise tidy room. Inside, a completely hair razed man towered over a shorter with a noir mane dame.
Oh I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce things. The tidy room is in the , the man that has no hair is Master Mace Windu, and the lady? The Jedi Knight Mei Dei who is I. I’ll explain things later on.
“What!” That was the word which started me on a roll.
“Why do you want to send me on a mission because you were mad at someone else?” I protested with a hint of a whine.
The master chuckled, “Because you haven’t gone on a mission since the Clone Wars ended and you need that exercise.”
“Hey, I’ve been very busy. I’m working on helping in the Library and just so you know, there are more books there than all the Jedi that there were. Besides, my master and the Councillor won’t allow it.”
My master is the fun but really serious Jedi Master, Yoda and the Councillor is Councillor Palpatine for some reason. I don’t get why he liked me when I was talking like a Holonet newscast channel, never-ending and sometimes very annoying。
“Well I think Master Yoda approves, in fact he’s designed harder exercises for younglings when I was one and Palpatine…”, he paused for a second, “he’s just a councillor and isn’t in charge of your missions or anyone else’s.” His tone of voice grew colder but ebbed like a pasting tide.
“Let me repeat the mission again for you personally, you’ll be infiltrating a Separatist ship and destroy it. Why? It’s one of the key ships and it has a person we want to Count out.”
“Dooku. Really, he’s still alive?” I exclaimed, Windu gave me a strong nod.
“Yes, now get going before he heads back towards his stronghold.” He sounded a bit uncomfortable.
“Yes, Master.” I gave a curt nod and ran towards my gunship, Curator in the hanger. It took a few ignitions for the stubborn ship to fire up but when it did, it purred and I input the coordinates and it bounced out of the Coruscanti sky and into hyperspace.
Now, here’s some time for a little history on the Curator. It was a gift from the Councillor who bought it fresh and directly from a Corellian factory. Now how he could afford that amount of credits is mysterious along with me often being stalked and receiving a salary from him.
The ship jumped out of hyperspace 3 minutes after entering it, enough to change my appearance completely. Within seconds, I completed the boring universal procedures for starships boarding bigger ones: comming the ship, give access codes, let them open a spare port and get out of ship.
The ship’s bridge crashed to the ground, I jumped a bit but I whipped myself to walk into the hanger overflowing with droids and up into the den of the Sith.
In fact, it was very easier done than thought, other than a few stale stares from droids, it looked normal for a carrier, with the chaos of moving engineers and pilots scrambling to tend to arriving ships, broken ship parts and departing ones. I gave a quick prayer that when I destroyed the ship, their deaths would be quick.
I moved towards each door and elevator and every second loosened my nervousness and allowed me to strategize what to do when I enter.
I reached his main chambers and at the doors were a few droids. I used the Force and whispered to them what I want them to do and say and they let me in.
A few seconds later, my plan evaporated almost immediately, turns out the main reactor of the ship is also in the room which he’s in, surrounded by hundreds of operators and droids. I smiled and did the most logical thing I could do at that point, I made up a whopper so big that’s believable and shouted it throughout the entire room.
“A Republic fleet is coming, a Republic fleet is coming!” I repeated the phrase causing reactions ranging from turned heads to some screaming. I around and made an intentional bump into the Count itself, who is a lot bulkier than he looks. His eyes became calculating and hostile.
“What seems to be the problem?” I threw out a small sound, somewhere between the howl of a Wookie and the mating call of a bantha. “Hello, I’m a friend of Ventress and I work in the department that doesn’t exist.”
His ears perked up and dismissed everyone in the room besides me.
“Really, Ventress has friends?” He mused over the words. “It’s not what you think of sir, I’m closer to a close acquaintance due to her line of work.” I blurt out; hoping he’s doesn’t catch too much knowledge.
“And what does Miss Ventress tell you?” He asked in a deliberate slow voice. “Oh not much, she says that it’s messy and may look bad and there’s no insurance but her salary and bonuses are great.”
“I’m glad to hear it but there’s one question I have to ask you.” “Yes.” “If you’re a spy, then why are you wearing a pilot’s uniform-”
That’s enough chit-chat even for a talker like me, I was planning to come up with excuses for those but I’m out of time so I whipped out my trusty lightsaber and as a guy who wrote how to duel, he knew and blocked my shot.
“I always knew you felt.” He swung his lightsaber around in a deadly arc, “Yeah, yeah. If you had half a brain you would’ve picked my signature a while ago when I went in.” I parried and cartwheeled towards the reactor. I spoke with him no more, instead I went on to create chaos and take away his Force advantage by breaking anything that’s big and can be detachable while he pursued me, saving me some energy. His strokes are pure strategic and with him always trying to find weak spots but I just keep my distance and try to wear him down which is difficult. “If he wasn’t a Sith and creating his own party, I’ve been impressed
Finally, I try something that’s pure idiocy, and bordering on lunacy. I Force pushed myself backwards into the reactor shell with a sharp snap from my back and attached several bombs onto it. I also dropped a little piece of paper onto the floor and before he can run out of the room run to the hanger and fly the ship out of the dock. When I just about to start the hyperspace drive, a glorious iron red explosion rocked space. I smiled and hit the button back to safe haven.
“So what did you write on that note?” Mace Windu asked after I recounted the story. “I wrote ‘This ship will explode in ten seconds and Master Yoda doesn’t miss you’ with a rough sketch of Yoda sticking his tongue out.” I began to laugh and he joined in seconds later.
“Now,” I said to the ceiling, “I truly know what being a shadow and making up things can really save me.” I gave a lopsided grin and went back to my room.
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