One of Gash's lightsabers lanced down, slicing through the droid's metallic hide in a shower of sparks. The defensive unit was an archaic design, a four-legged assault droid whose front two appendages ended in threatening spikes. The left of these spikes leapt forward, and Gash dodged with all the speed and agility he was known for, falling backwards into a tight roll.
From the Jedi Master's left, a blast bolt sliced through the air with a shrill whistle, landing almost precisely on the spot that the lightsaber had penetrated the durasteel skin of the Sith droid. In a shower of electrical sparks, the droid attempted to take several more steps, sputtered, and finally died.
Gash stood, brushing himself off. "Good shot," he commented, nodding to the man off to his left. His partner in combat was, as always, Kasien Treseda, former New Republic Intelligence agent and current OSA head. Very few non-Jedi could hold their own in such unforgiving environments as an ancient Sith tomb -- even many apprentices in the Jedi Praxeum would find themselves quickly dispatched by the considerable defenses the place offered. But not Kasien.
Kasien's ability to survive was something that had always astounded Gash, who had come to rely on the Force almost unconsciously. He drew on it on a moment's notice; its power was always at his beck and call, an instinctive ally. But Kasien had no such abilities; he had only his wit, cunning, and keen abilities with a blaster to see him through.
The door just before them slid open as soon as Gash had pulled himself up from the cracked stone floor. Gash shrugged, and began to walk towards it; Kasien followed. In the smaller chamber beyond, there was very little to see, except for the large altar which dominated the space within.
As they approached, a long pillar slid from the center of the stone altar, accompanied by the grinding sound of rock on rock, rising into the air until it had reached the height of Gash, and even continuing to the stature of the taller Kasien. When it finally stopped, a blue hologram appeared above it, taking the shape of a man in a set of dark robes. "This unit greets you," the thing began. "How might I be of service?"
Kasien shifted uncomfortably, as he tended to when mysterious, Jedi-like elements came into play. "I seek the seventh prophecy of Xal Kra. I have been told that it is here."
The hologram seemed to consider this. "That is not my function. As a servant of the Sith Empire, I have been programmed for neurological evaluation."
"Neurological evaluation?"
"Correct."
Gash glanced back at Kasien, who averted his eyes. Obviously, he wanted nothing to do with this. "I am the subject of the Xal Kra Prophecies. I believe that it is my right to see the final one."
"None may view the prophecy without passing neurological evaluation."
"What does this neurological evaluation test for?"
The hologram shifted, as if unwilling but obliged to submit the answer to that query. "Propensity for servitude to the Sith Empire. Testing will commence."
To Gash's right, part of the rock wall seemed to slide up and away, leaving in its place a dark gap. From the blackness scrambled another of the assault droids, which, after promptly fixating its optical sensors on Gash, raised a red energy shield about it and set forward. Without thinking, Gash pointed one hand at the thing and called forth the spark of the Force within him, channeling it into pure kinetic energy. The electrical spark leapt forward like lightninng, blasting through the shield and entering at the droid's 'shoulder'. The robot was suddenly covered in electrical lightning, gyrating and twisting under its force. Finally, the thing's head simply exploded, leaving the droid to drop lifelessly to the ground.
Gash turned back to the hologram. "Neurological testing?"
The hologram seemed to ignore him. "This unit observes instinctive command of the Force in the subject. Neurological patterns during battle, combined with neural anaylsis, seem to indicate a similar composition to that of the Talon of Prophecy, verifying subject's claims." Finally, the hologram seemed to address Gash once again. "Programming now requires me to permit you to view the prophecy."
From the ashes of darkness arises the son
Long dead is the dark that spawned him
An darkness he has never known
Unknown to the Talon
Unknown to the Demon
Nameless, anonymous,
But he will find his gift
And he will find the darkness within it
And when the Talon finds him,
It will be far too late.
From the Jedi Master's left, a blast bolt sliced through the air with a shrill whistle, landing almost precisely on the spot that the lightsaber had penetrated the durasteel skin of the Sith droid. In a shower of electrical sparks, the droid attempted to take several more steps, sputtered, and finally died.
Gash stood, brushing himself off. "Good shot," he commented, nodding to the man off to his left. His partner in combat was, as always, Kasien Treseda, former New Republic Intelligence agent and current OSA head. Very few non-Jedi could hold their own in such unforgiving environments as an ancient Sith tomb -- even many apprentices in the Jedi Praxeum would find themselves quickly dispatched by the considerable defenses the place offered. But not Kasien.
Kasien's ability to survive was something that had always astounded Gash, who had come to rely on the Force almost unconsciously. He drew on it on a moment's notice; its power was always at his beck and call, an instinctive ally. But Kasien had no such abilities; he had only his wit, cunning, and keen abilities with a blaster to see him through.
The door just before them slid open as soon as Gash had pulled himself up from the cracked stone floor. Gash shrugged, and began to walk towards it; Kasien followed. In the smaller chamber beyond, there was very little to see, except for the large altar which dominated the space within.
As they approached, a long pillar slid from the center of the stone altar, accompanied by the grinding sound of rock on rock, rising into the air until it had reached the height of Gash, and even continuing to the stature of the taller Kasien. When it finally stopped, a blue hologram appeared above it, taking the shape of a man in a set of dark robes. "This unit greets you," the thing began. "How might I be of service?"
Kasien shifted uncomfortably, as he tended to when mysterious, Jedi-like elements came into play. "I seek the seventh prophecy of Xal Kra. I have been told that it is here."
The hologram seemed to consider this. "That is not my function. As a servant of the Sith Empire, I have been programmed for neurological evaluation."
"Neurological evaluation?"
"Correct."
Gash glanced back at Kasien, who averted his eyes. Obviously, he wanted nothing to do with this. "I am the subject of the Xal Kra Prophecies. I believe that it is my right to see the final one."
"None may view the prophecy without passing neurological evaluation."
"What does this neurological evaluation test for?"
The hologram shifted, as if unwilling but obliged to submit the answer to that query. "Propensity for servitude to the Sith Empire. Testing will commence."
To Gash's right, part of the rock wall seemed to slide up and away, leaving in its place a dark gap. From the blackness scrambled another of the assault droids, which, after promptly fixating its optical sensors on Gash, raised a red energy shield about it and set forward. Without thinking, Gash pointed one hand at the thing and called forth the spark of the Force within him, channeling it into pure kinetic energy. The electrical spark leapt forward like lightninng, blasting through the shield and entering at the droid's 'shoulder'. The robot was suddenly covered in electrical lightning, gyrating and twisting under its force. Finally, the thing's head simply exploded, leaving the droid to drop lifelessly to the ground.
Gash turned back to the hologram. "Neurological testing?"
The hologram seemed to ignore him. "This unit observes instinctive command of the Force in the subject. Neurological patterns during battle, combined with neural anaylsis, seem to indicate a similar composition to that of the Talon of Prophecy, verifying subject's claims." Finally, the hologram seemed to address Gash once again. "Programming now requires me to permit you to view the prophecy."
From the ashes of darkness arises the son
Long dead is the dark that spawned him
An darkness he has never known
Unknown to the Talon
Unknown to the Demon
Nameless, anonymous,
But he will find his gift
And he will find the darkness within it
And when the Talon finds him,
It will be far too late.
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