Virginity story: Gray Jedi – Chapter 1B
by auguy86
“Master Windu, you’re alright! Just relax, I’m working on healing you,” Malik instructed. “What happened? Can you tell me?”
“The… Chancellor… is the Sith… we’ve been… tracking,” Windu eked out.
“Did he do this to you?” Malik asked, pointing at the stump on Windu’s arm.
“N-no…”
“Then who? Who, Master?”
“S… Sky… Skywalker…”
“Anakin Skywalker?!” Malik asked in disbelief.
“He has… turned… to the Dark Side… I can sense it…”
Feeling his vitals begin to drop again, Malik resumed his work. “Master, your body is still in shock from the pain of losing your hand. I need to put you into a trance so that you can heal.”
“No!” Windu shouted. “Do what you… must… for the damage… and the pain… but my work… is not done… that’s an order.”
Sighing in frustration, Malik followed Windu’s instructions. Rather than place him in a healing trance as was customary, he instead focused on the nerves in Windu’s arm, now a cauterized stump. Concentrating with the Force, he managed to numb them for the moment, making Windu’s pain far more bearable. This had a pronounced and immediate impact on the Jedi Master, as he was then able to sit up of his own accord.
“We’ve got to get back to the Jedi Temple,” Windu stated. “Palpatine… he’s been behind everything. Count Dooku, the war, Skywalker… his goal has to be to wipe out the entire Jedi Order all along.”
“On it!” Malik said, climbing back into the pilot’s seat.
*****
Serra Keto sat in quiet meditation on the balcony of her quarters, reflecting on the events of the day. She was worried about what eventual punishment might soon befall her and Malik from their encounter in the gardens. Still, even knowing what might happen, she did not regret her actions. He was one of the few good, honest men in the galaxy, and selfless to boot. Malik would gladly run into a sea of blaster fire to save an injured friend, no hesitation. His resolve and kindness made Serra’s heart leap. The fact that he was also handsome didn’t hurt either. His lean, compact form, short blonde hair, and icy blue eyes… they were all intoxicating to her. Through everything that had happened, she knew how she felt about this man.
“Serra?”
Turning to the entrance to her quarters, she saw her old teacher. “Master, good evening.”
“How are you feeling?” the older man asked, joining her on the balcony.
“Fine.”
Serra was still a bit apprehensive, as the two had engaged in a heated argument earlier over her actions with Malik. Sensing this, Drallig sought to comfort her.
“Serra, I want you to know that our disagreement earlier changes nothing regarding my feelings for you. You are, and remain the most incredible pupil I have ever had the pleasure of teaching.”
“You mean that, Master?”
“I do. In a few years, I would not be surprised to see you replace me as Battlemaster!” he said with a grin.
“I… would love that,” Serra admitted. “Still, I doubt the Council would see fit to grant such a promotion, what with me and Malik…”
Though he at first thought to try and reassure her, a strange sight in the distance captured Drallig’s attention.
“Serra, do you see that?”
“Huh? Republic troop transports… why are they heading this way?”
“I don’t know, but I sense a dark presence with them.”
“Yes… I feel it also, Master. There is danger approaching.”
“Get your equipment ready. I’ll go alert the guards,” he said as he left.
Drallig hurried through the hallways of the temple, alerting everyone he could that trouble was likely on its way. Soon, he arrived at the balcony overlooking the Jedi Archives and main entrance to the Temple. Below, he saw his old friend, Jocasta Nu, talking with another Jedi. He could not be sure from the angle, but it appeared to be Anakin Skywalker.
“I need access to the Jedi Temple beacon,” the hooded figure said.
“On whose authority?” Jocasta replied.
“By the authority of the Supreme Chancelor.”
Drawing her blue lightsaber, Jocasta backed up a step and stated, “That is not within the Chancellor’s power. Only the Jedi High Council can authorize access to the beacon.”
Drallig watched the horrifying scene unfold, seeing his old friend flung through the air and into Skywalker’s grasp. Jocasta Nu was soon impaled on his lightsaber, and he tossed her lifeless body aside. The other Jedi in the Archives immediately sprang into action, seeing Skywalker as a traitor. As Drallig was about to leap down and join them, he saw a battalion of Clone Troopers enter through the main gates, flanking Skywalker and opening fire on the Jedi.
“Master! Can you hear me? What’s going on?!”
Picking up his comlink, Drallig replied, “Serra, it’s Skywalker. He’s gone rogue, just murdered Jocasta Nu in cold blood.”
“WHAT?!”
“It’s about to be a bloodbath, we need you down here.”
“Don’t think that’s wise. We’re also under attack at the east wall, holding firm but fading fast.”
“I’m on my way, just stay alive!”
Drallig bounded through the temple at breakneck pace, enhancing his speed with the Force. As he ran, Clone Troopers began appearing from the windows, crashing in with jetpacks and grappling hooks. Drallig drew his green lightsaber and made short work of them, slicing through the first few as he continued his sprint. After a minute or two, he finally reached the east wall of the Jedi Temple. Seeing an enormous hole in the wall, the hallways were now under siege from a large number of clone troopers. As a nearby trio turned to fire upon the Jedi Master, a whirling green lightsaber flew past, beheading each of them.
“Master!”
Looking up, he saw his student. “Serra! What’s our status?!”
“The younglings are hidden, taken up to the Council Chambers. Right now, priority is containment. There’s just too many of them…”
“Then let us tip the odds back in our favor,” Drallig replied with a sly grin.
As another group of clones turned to attack him, the wily veteran activated his ace-in-the-hole: using the Force to move so fast he left afterimages of himself across the battlefield. The unsuspecting clones were so confused that they didn’t even know what had hit them by the time Drallig cut them down. Speeding off, he then approached a pair of clones with their backs turned to him. Drallig snuck up behind them and placed a hand on each one’s shoulder.
“Soldiers, the Jedi need your help,” he said calmly, probing their minds with the Force.
Glancing at each other, the clones said in unison, “The Jedi need our help.”
Having been mind-tricked, the pair turned upon their fellows, opening fire on a nearby group of clone troops. Their forced betrayal was short lived, though, and a lieutenant soon eliminated them with a flurry of blaster fire. But this distraction provided just the opening Serra needed, igniting her second green lightsaber and leaping into the fray. Her furious strikes took the remaining clones by complete surprise, which combined with Drallig’s speed and cunning for a devastating combination. As they dropped the last of the clones, a loud noise sounded from the hole in the east wall.
“Master! Two AT-RT walkers approaching!” Serra shouted.
The pair shifted to acrobatic maneuvers as the walkers entered the Jedi Temple, opening fire with their heavy blaster cannons. As they evaded, each tried to think of a way to combat their new adversaries. They could cut their legs, but the ankles were reinforced with small repulsor shields designed to resist lightsabers and blaster fire. But soon, Serra realized their fatal weakness: the open cockpit housing the pilot.
“Master, cover me! I have an idea!”
Drallig stood in front of Serra, shielding them both by levitating the large pieces of rubble strewn about the hallway. Meanwhile, Serra concentrated with her all on both of her lightsabers. In most instances, she would not dare use this attack, as it left her quite vulnerable. But today there was little other choice; she had to pull out all the stops. Drawing on the Force, she flung both of her lightsabers into the air. They spun towards the walkers and, before the clones could react, beheaded the two pilots.
“Whew… I can’t believe that worked!”
“Well done my friend,” Drallig said with a smile. “Now, we’ve got to get to the beacon. Skywalker wanted access to it, no doubt to lay a trap for all the Jedi off world.”
“Let’s go, then! This way!”
As Serra dashed off down a nearby hallway, a concussion missile from the gunships outside suddenly rocked the temple. This resulted in a statue falling to the ground, blocking the hall and separating Serra and Drallig.
“Serra, I’ll find a way around! Wait for me!”
“I can’t, Master. Anakin’s up ahead… I sense him. I… I’ve got to stop him.”
“Serra, don’t! He’s too much for you alone; you need my help!”
“I won’t stand by and watch him cause any more pain! I’m sorry, Master… I have to go.”
Sprinting down the hallway, Serra soon reached one of the large instruction rooms. She was then besieged by blaster fire from a trio of clones, but was able to defend with ease. Killing two of them by reflecting their shots back at them, she leaped high into the air and landed with a thunderous kick in front of the final clone, slicing off his head before he could react. As the helmet clattered to the ground, Serra now saw the person at whose feet the helmet had landed. It was Anakin Skywalker himself.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” Serra stated, glaring at him.
“Serra… Cin Drallig’s greatest pupil has come to greet me.”
A sinister smile grew on Skywalker’s face; he relished this moment to embarrass one of the most skilled young Jedi in the Order. He ignited his blue lightsaber and leapt to the center of the training room, beginning his offensive assault on Serra Keto. Despite his relentless strikes, Serra was able to defend with relative ease, given her mastery of fighting with dual lightsabers. Her green blades clashed with Skywalker’s, defending against his furious fighting style while seeking to find a weak point to strike at. Soon, their blades were locked together as the two combatants stared each other down. Knowing he was far stronger and more skilled than she, Serra decided to adopt a strategy of forcing Skywalker into a mistake through his recklessness.
Parent Post: Gray Jedi – by auguy86
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 1B
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 2
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 3A
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 3B
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 4
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 5A
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 5B
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 6A
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 6B
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 7A
- Gray Jedi - Chapter 7B
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