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Sindarose posted August 10, 2000 07:30 PM The Eye of Ji’las ________________________________________

Chapter 1: Introductions and Intimations

Sindarose sat casually in the pilots seat behind the helm. The view screen was black, reflecting the images of the nothingness of space beyond it. The young pilot looked around at the empty bridge. What a find for her a completely empty Omega Destroyer, no crew no nothing, just for her and her greedy salvaging hands. Max did warn her though about possible contamination. No one would just leave a Destroyer intact.

However it had been three weeks now, and not a warning, fluke or bug. Of course on the other hand their wasn’t an excuse why the crew abandoned the ship either. Sindarose didn’t care, this ship was hers, and with Max’s help they had managed to automate the systems. She tried to relax against the chair as her feet was kicked up on the control panel. Everything was smooth sailing from here.

The alert sounded, and Sindarose opened her eyes to see the Dajon Battle Cruiser come out of innerspace. The pilot sighed, and clicked the com button. ‘Max’ come on buddy stop chargin’ and get your shinny behind to the bridge, pronto.’

Below decks, near the engine room, the robot slept in his recharging station. One of his eye sockets lit up and he gave a sigh. He had only been resting for eight hours, and really could use another sixteen of recharge time. He pressed the interlock system and with a >click< the droid was released from the recharge station. With slow awkward steps he came to the lift pod, and accented to the bridge.

Sindarose sat up and straightened herself. She watched the Battle Cruiser, and was mentally preparing herself for attack. If need be she would abandoned the Destroyer and head back to her fighter, at least she could out maneuver the cruiser in that. However it had been now five minutes and no word from the Dajon. Maxwell was at his post on deck and he watched his mistress distress.

The beep came suddenly. “Mistress Sinda, the Dajon Battle Cruiser is hailing us and request response.”

‘On Screen.” the young pilot said standing up her hands behind her back, trying to act professional at this.

The commander of the Dajon Battle Cruiser looked like the rest of the people of Dajon Prime. He had long black hair, a gray pasty color skin. His yellow cat eyes, attempted to stare across space and into the young pilots soul. ‘Ah so you the one who salvaged the Omega Destroyer. ‘

Sindarose nodded. “Interstellar Salvage Rules state that I own it now.’ the girl was a bit nervous.

The captain nodded. ‘Oh the Dajon Confederation respect that of course. I know who you are Miss Bane. Your a hunter, a thief, an assassin at one time. You are suspected of murdering two Dajon Generals for the Gangster Youldron.”

Sindarose just stood there, she knew where this was headed. “What do you want from me?”

‘Your services actually. “ the captain replied.

‘Look I’m not a fighter, I don’t want any part of your war.” Sindarose said sitting down in the captains chair. Sindarose knew the horrors of war, and the recent conflict between the Dajon and the Kalmorian Empire left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The captain shook his head. “No, no my dear this is a personal project. I need your skills as a hunter, to retrieve a lost artifact, that belongs to my people.”

Sindarose nodded. “Go on.”

“An millennia ago the people of Dajon Prime was in the middle of a horrifying plague known as the Punisher Virus. It plagued on the brain, slowly driving the people into violent, mindless barbarians. Our people were in dispair, so it came upon the Brothers of Sai praised to our gods for redemption and forgiveness. The Gods heard our cries and gave to us the Eye of Jil’as.” the commander explained.

Sindarose yawns. “Look I don’t see what this has to do with me, your loosing my interests.”

Max looked at the tactical screen and sighed. “Mistress.” he began. “They are locking weapons on us.” he reported.

The Commander smiled. “Your attention back with us.”

Sindarose nodded and looks over to Maxwell, and gave him the signal to raise shields. They wouldn’t do much against the Battle Cruiser but they might by her enough time to get to her fighter. “Forgive me, continue.”

‘The Eye of Ji’las was a crystal filled with a healing liquid that cured my people. The artifact regenerates the liquid once every hundred years or so and it’s used to heal certain ailments from time to time. However ten years ago the items was stolen and we finally discovered it’s location.” the commander continued with is tale.

‘So why don’t you send drop troops to go get the crystal?” the pilot asked.

“The War is intense right now, the Dajon Confederation don’t have the man power to recover the item. We want you to go get the item, for us.”

Sinda was getting a clear picture now. “So what do I get for such an effort.”

‘One Million Credits.” the commander answer quietly.

“Five Million.” Sinda demanded.

The Battle Cruiser open fire. The heavy laser bounced against the Destroyer’s shields. Luckily the shields held but the pilot got the point. “Okay okay, One million” she said.

“Excellent, we will transfer the coordinates and the file information over to you at one.” the commander ended the communication.

Sindarose growled, she hated to be intimidated into such things, however she’d have to learn to deal with it. She was till new at this hunting game, she just had to work on the tricks of the trade some more. She looked over at Max and grinned. “Check the information out and set course to wherever this thing is.”

Max nodded. “Yes Mistress at once.”

“Max, I think this is going to be an interesting adventure.” she said walking to the lift pod.

“They always are.”

To Be Continued

Sindarose posted August 12, 2000 12:07 AM

The Eye of Ji’las

Part 2: Ambush in the Storm

The Omega class destroyer came out of Innerspace into the little know Philos System. Philos was the name given to the star after the Terran Scientist discovered it about sixty years ago The Star had ten planets around it: four Gas Giants, two planets that were totaly oceans of amonia and sulfric acid respecticly. The rest of the planets were either rocky chunks of iron and other unrefined metals, or total wilderness with dangerous wild life and carnivorous planets. Philos 3 was luckily one of those planets.

Max stood at his post and began the planetary scans and searched for a landing spot for his mistress’s star fighter. The jungle was dense though and as far as the droid could tell it would take his mistress much time to get through the rough terrain. However he managed to find a landing spot.

Sindarose was below deck preparing herself for mission. She slipped into her body suit and pushed her brown hair back, looking at herself in the mirror. So many times she’s done this work, and for a brief moment she consider quitting it all, finding a nice planet and retire. However seventeen is too young to retire, and she’s been good at this. She just smiled into the mirror. ‘Yeah a few more times then I’ll quit.”

She slipped the pistol into her holster and grabbed up the backpack. She took one more look in the mirror and smiled at her reflection before putting the helmet on. She left her quarters and headed to the hanger bay. Her steps echoed through the empty corridor. She pressed the control panel and the door opened with a >swish< sound. The pilot stepped inside.

The only ship inside the hanger was her Demok Fighter--the Huntress. It was sleek, a gift given to her when Youldron freed her. When she found Max he modified it for her. Max was a talented droid, and Sindarose couldn’t imagine life with out him. She lowered the ramp and climbed into the rear of the ship.

A few quick button presses she started the diagnosis for the ship. Everything was luckily in the green, and she walked through the small corridor to the cockpit. Three seats for the pilot, gunner and navigator, however Sindarose could manage it herself. Max did a good job rerouting the systems to one control panel. Once again the droid came in handy.

‘Everything is in the green Max, how’s it look on your end.” she announced over the comlink as she buckled herself into the pilots seat.

“Mistress there is a terrible Class 3 storm at the landing site, I’d advise you to avoid it.” the droid was always being cautious.

‘Storms never stopped me before, a Class 3 is a walk in the park.”

“Well then your cleared for take off from here. I will be cloaking the ship as soon as you depart. I can monitor you only every thirty-three minutes.”

“I understand, you just keep the Destroyer in one piece, I’ll handle getting the rock back.” the pilot said preparing her departure from the hanger bay.

The huntress launched itself from the Omega class destroyers main hanger bay and began it decent through the planets atmosphere. Sindarose watched in the view screen and saw the destroyer fade from view under it’s cloak. Max would be safe but now she had to focus on the mission. She pressed the lighted touch pad and illuminated the controls for her shields. She raised them just a bit more so they could easily pass through the atmosphere, the next obstacle was the storm itself.

A Class 3 storm has heavy winds, danger lightning and possible tornadoes. Horrible flying weather for anyone except the brave or stupid. Sindarose defiantly fit under one of those categories. The turbulence was rough, the ship moved left to right, up and down, it almost made the pilot sick to her stomach.

The fighter shook a bit and managed to dodge a few lightning bolts but landed into a mush like clearing amounts the trees. Sindarose felt the ship sink into the mud below and she just hoped that it wouldn’t get blown away. She pressed in the lock buttons just to be on the safe side. Four anchors launched from tubes along the ship and burrowed themselves deep into the soft earth. They would hold the ship in case of flooding or sliding.

Sindarose unbuckled herself from the pilots chair and left the cockpit heading to the rear ramp. She opened the storage bay and grabbed a poncho and supply pack. This could be one Hell of a track, and she had to be prepared. Feeling that she had got everything she needed, she opened the ramp and headed into the violent storm.

Heavy rains poured upon the young girl as she moved into the tree line. Her feet sunk into mud making it hard to maneuver through. She silently cursed the storm and wished she could of used her airsled, but no the planet decided it needed more rain. She trekked through using her blaster to clear any spots she needed. She heard the wild life scatter and what not, but if they were going to be a threat she had her blaster and stun staff to deal with them.

She made it another hundred yards of so through the thick jungle her thermal scope detected large movement around her. She looked around holding her pistol out, ready to blast anyone who tried anything. However, her predator had already anticipated that. She never saw the laser blaster, but it did knock the gun from her hand, and throw her armored behind to the mud below.

Sindarose scrambled to get up, pulling out her stun staff and switch on her targeting computer. The view finder went to a tactical screen allowing her to see the six targets sitting in the brush. A few shots were fired but she managed to deflect them with her staff (the targeting computer helped her to pinpoint them). However it couldn’t save her from the body cloak suit, the trooper had when he slammed the butt of his rifle onto her helmet.

Her tactical screen when haywire and began to show nothing by snow. She fell to the ground She felt the trooper kick her in the ribs, then felt the stun blast to her back. ‘Damn, should of known better.” her last thought was as everything faded to black.

To Be Continued

Sindarose posted August 21, 2000 08:14 PM

The Eye of Jil’as

Chapter 3: Upside Captive

Everything was black. Yep black, as dark as a thousand midnights. Thought it could be darker, everything could be darker. The first thing she noticed was the sharp pain that was driving in the back of her skull. She did her best to open her eyes, but her vision was funny. Lights, blurry lights, were slowly entering her world of darkness. She felt her body swing back and forth. Was she hanging?

The young pilot shook her head and tried to clear her head. She opens her eyes and noticed the guard standing by a large metal door. However he was upside down and moving close, then far, close then far. Oh god she was upside down.

"Care to help a lady in distress?' she causally asked.

The Guard of course stayed silent.

"No love from the prisoners." she replied as she swung.

The Guard of course stayed silent.

She was starting to feel nauseous, the hanging upside down wasn’t making her feel any better. She had to focus on something or vomit all over and hanging up side down that wasn’t a good idea. So she began to focus on the guard and try to figure out where he came from.

The guard was dressed in a light security armor. The uniform was black, from the face mask down to the jump boots. It holds a light repeating blaster rifle. It had a hundred shot clip and had a stun or kill setting. Unfortunately this was set on kill. She didn’t recognize the silver symbol on his arm patch and helmet.

The doors opened with a great >Shh< sound. A gentlemen walked in with long black hair, dressed in what to be military style dress. He had a regal look to him, but Sindarose couldn’t figure out who the guy was. He was escorted by two woman, in Sindarose’s mind were twins. The sisters had reversed colored eyes, one red and one green it and they were dressed the same as the male the escorted.

"Great I get to see a fashion show. Would be better if I was right side up." Sindarose said in her sarcastic nature.

The male in uniform quickly kicked her in the face. "Obedience is the first thing you will learn here."

Sindarose spit some blood out of her mouth and grinned a well bloodied smile. "Alrighty, I can deal with that."

The right twin spoke. "I am Yavana, this is my sister Sasha. My brother Artex was the one who kicked you in the face."

Sindarose just nodded.

"Why are you here?" Atrex asked, kneeling down close to her.

"Sight seeing."

Another swift kick to the face.

"My brother doesn’t take to disobedience, answer his question and you wont be harmed." the other twin, Sasha offered.

"I was just exploring the sector."

Artex grabbed her face and looked at her closely. "For whom. Was it the Kalmorians or the are you a gangster baby scouting new hideouts for your father."

Sindarose watched the obviously agitated man, then back to the sisters. She spit out a bit more blood. She closed her eyes a moment and then tried to forget about the pain she was feeling at the moment. "I was working on my own."

Artex stood back up and turned to his sisters. No words were spoken but it was obvious they were communicating in some way. Yavana returned her gaze to the young mercenary and smiles. "You will tell us soon enough little one."

Sindarose wasn’t too worried. Youlderon had the worse information extraction was the worse she ever known. Though he was a cold, cruel heartless bastard. She silently cursed the Gangster and watches the three exit the room. Wow that was easy.

The guard steeped over to her and Sindarose knew what was to happen next. It didn’t take long for the butt of the rifle to collide with her head. She was out like a light.

Sindarose posted August 22, 2000 01:29 PM

The Eye of Jil'as

Chapter 4: Mental Genesis

Sindarose awoke with the familiar pain in her head she was feeling the last few days. The room was dark, with the only exception of a blinking red light. Sindarose knew she was sitting up and her arms, legs and waist was held by metal shackles. Struggling didn’t do a thing, but never-the-less the young pilot tried.

Without warning a loud popping sound echoed across the room as a bright spotlight dropped down on the captive. Sindarose looked up and winced at the spotlight, and began looking around to get a better look of her surroundings. Of course all she managed to see was more nothing.

Sasha steeped forward from the darkness and knelt before her captive. She had been watching the girl struggle for a little while and was taking great pleasure in the fact she would be torturing the girl very soon. “Tell me little one.” she started. “What’s your name.”

“Sindarose Bane.” she muttered.

“Bane? Youldron’s assassin?”

“Not anymore, I got my freedom.”

“Too bad you have just lost it again. However I must say I admired your work. You were the one who managed to kill Don Bassioni. He was the major producers of the narcotic Payne-17,” Sasha reported.

“No comment.” Sindarose had gotten quiet good at saying that, when ever her former profession was talked about.

“Artex was once addicted to Payne-17, it took him a while to get over it. His mind isn’t the same anymore. But thanks to you he’s alive. “ Sasha didn’t want to admit it but she had to. “Since Bassioni was taken care of Payne-17 production almost stopped. “

“I did my job, I served my master.”

“And such a good job you did too. “ Sasha said looking at her. “I know well of Youlderon’s slave attics. Tell me child, can you read or write?”

“No, the master didn’t think it was important.”

Sasha nodded, she knew the girl’s education was extremely lacking. “Do you serve Youldaron now?”

“No”

“Then why did he send you?”

“He didn’t”

“Then who did?!” Sasha demanded, her patients was wearing thin.

Sindarose stayed silent.

Sasha stood up and stepped back into the darkness. There were many ways to make the girl talk. She would break her will if it was the last thing she did. Sindarose just watched her as the spotlight went out and the room returned to it’s darkness, with the exception of the one blinking red light.

Sindarose could hear movement and she twisted her head around so she could get a better idea of what it was. The lights were turned on and Yavanna stood with two guards. The light was bright, Sindarose had to wince just to keep her mind focused. Yavanna ordered Sindarose to be picked up and placed on the table. The guards held the captives arms as the shackles were removed.

She was escorted to the table, where she was stripped and placed onto of it. She was strapped down once more and all she managed to see was the metal ceiling. Yavanna stepped closer and looked down at the girl.

“We are about to probe your mind. We are going to find the secrets we need from you. Success of this project is totally up to you. If you resist we turn it up higher. The harder your resist the worse it’s going to be. I’d really hate to see you end up a vegetable.” Yavanna explained putting the neuro-readers on the girls forehead and temples.

Sindarose stayed silent. Not a word was uttered. She closed her eyes and kept her mind locked. She had training in this, they were not going to get her mission objective. Yavanna watched the girl and knew what she was doing. Her limited telepathic skills were only bouncing off Sindarose’s suffice thoughts. It would take all three of them to get the information they needed.

Yavanna left and returned to her siblings in the control room. Artex was in the back pacing. It took both his sisters to keep him calm, which in turn handicapped their own psychic powers. Sasha looked to him and then back to his sister and shook her head.

“Yes I know he’s uneasy.” Yavanna whispered sitting down at her control station.

Sasha just nodded and started the scanning sequence. A bright light started to scan Sindarose at her feet, and move to her head. On the view screen in the control room, it revealed Sindarose’s species and body make up. Yavanna smiled at her sister.

“Everything checks out. We are ready to begin.”

Sindarose posted August 24, 2000 06:36 PM

The Eye of Ji'las

Chapter 5: How the Past Came to Be

The little girl sat on the floor and drank her bottle quietly. The holovid had something education with a purple, alien, reptile singing of the praises of the alphabet and other nursery school rhymes. The little looked over to she her mother casually making dinner, and offering a little wave.

“How’s my princess doing.” the mother figure asked.

The little one just smiled, bliss was so simple then.



The dinner table the girl is a bit older eating with her own spoon. Mommy is so proud, but the daddy doesn’t seem so happy. He slams the plate on the floor and hits mommy. The little girl cries.



Playing with her blocks now, she sits on the floor very proud of the tower she just built, yes this is good. She rushes to her mother in the kitchen. Mommy is holding a ipecac over her eyes. “Not right now honey.”



The little girl ties her shoes and rushes to see her mother. Her daddy is standing pointing his finger. Mommmy is on the ground sleeping. Red stuff is coming from the back of her head. The little girl is confused and such.

“Mommy’s taking a nap and is going to be going away to wake up, go back to your room.” her daddy said.

The little girl obeyed.



In chains the little girl stands, watching the green skinned creature as he rubbed his hands across her face. He looked at the other girls she was standing with and turned to his assistant.

“That one goes to the Special Program.” the creature said pointing at the girl. “The others can be trained to be concubines.”



The girl grew and she learned how to fly starships, how to kill with her bare hands, and how to be seductive enough to move into enemy territory. She was trained in different weapons and learned how to kill with her bare hands. The girl was a machine.



She had the man speaking at the large event in her sights. He was talking about peace and the end of tyranny in the galaxy. She waited just for the perfect moment, then slowly squeezed the trigger. The man fell forward as his brains were fried by the laser bolt. She left the rifle behind and fled.



More assassinations, more espionage missions. Life was boring, fly here, fly there, kill, spy it’s all the same. She wanted freedom and she was going to get it if it was the last thing she ever did.



The young woman now holds her master’s fate in her hands. The green skinned monster is at the bad end of her blaster rifle. She’s granted a ship and her freedom. She exchanges his life.

The trio watched the readout on the screens and shook their head. Yavanna pressed a few buttons on the panel and the scan was stopped. Sasha looked over and nodded in agreement. Artex however was still agitated.

“Why did you stop?”

“Because brother, it’s too much, we’ll finish up tomorrow.” Sasha replied. “Humanoid brains are fragile.”

Artex just stormed out he was getting harder and harder to control.

The guards started to unstrap Sindarose from the table They lifted her up and began to drag her out into the hallway and into the detention blocked. However they didn’t suspect, that Sindarose would wake up.

Sindarose posted September 02, 2000 11:46 AM

The Eye of Jilas

Chapter:6 Great Escapes

The guards dragged the nude body of Sindarose down the hall way and back toward the holding cells. The pilot had to beat back the throbbing in her head and escape. She wouldn’t get another chance like this. With quick precision she lifted her head, slipped from one guards grasp and bashed his helmet with her elbow. The other struggled to maintain control but Sindarose just flipped her foot around and kicked herself free.

The two guard staggered back and began to attempt to recapture their prisoner. Sindarose threw a punch but was easily missed in her condition. One guard slammed his club into her stomach and she hunched over, her arms holding the wounded area with care. She threw another punch and it landed knocking the guard back into the wall, causing his helmet to fly off as he landed onto the floor. He was out cold.

The remaining guard rushed for the alarm, however he was caught by a laser bolt from his unconscious partner. He turned back to see his prisoner leaned over the guard holding his backup blaster. Sindarose decided it would be the best time to get out of here.

The nude girl ran full speed down the hall way, desperately looking for her equipment. She still had a job to do and she was intending on finishing it. She saw a maintenance worker, carrying his hot beverage of morning necessity and a work pad. She stalked forward, grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the wall.

“You have ten seconds to tell me where my stuff is before I kill you.” she demanded.

The worked nervously replied. “Wh-wh-wha stuff?”

She gave him a quick slam into the wall to remind him. “My gear, where would they’ve put my gear.”

“Uh huh um most likely the Security Chiefs’ office down the corridor to your right.”

The pilot nodded and slammed the worker into the wall again, just enough to put him out for a little while. She rushed down the hall way, looking for the afore mentioned office. . The tried to open the door but it was locked, so she used the best next thing. She blasted it with the stolen hold out blaster. With a small explosion and a few electric sparks the door just slid open and Sindarose stepped inside.

Luckily the office was empty, she hated to kill unnecessary people. However survival was her first mission priority. She rummaged around a few lockers before finding her gear and began to slide it on. Her guns were missing, but at least she wouldn’t be nude anymore. She slipped on the helmet just as the alarm sounded they were on to her. She tried to turn on the helmet but the screen was blank. Her helmet was busted.

She darted out of the office and headed straight down the hallway. Through the window she could see the storm was still strong, she’d need a speeder, tracking through mud just wasn’t going to cut it. She could hear the security teams behind her and she did her best to stay a head of them.

As she darted around into another pass, one of the search squads found her and opened fire. Sinda did her best to dart pass the flurry of laser bolts, but one manage to cut her side as it wizzed under her arm. She let out a wince, but couldn’t worry about that now. She headed for a blast door, which started to close.

With great speed she slid under the door, held out her left arm and shot out three timer disks from her launcher. Sindarose stood up but was knocked back by the blast on the other side. The vibration was strong, she knew the windows had shattered and the floor most likely had a hole in it. Well they shouldn’t of been following her.

She stood up carefully, tried to shake back the pain in her head and continue on her run. She saw the liftpod just ahead and she ran as fast as she could toward it. However just as she almost broke half way a squad of security guards blocked her way from the adjacent corridor. She slid, lost her balance and fell back onto the floor, the pain in her side just shot through her body.

Behind her another squad cut off her escape and she did her best to stand up with the aid of a wall. “Well looks like” she paused to hold her side. “You got me again.”

The guards held their weapons pointed at her. The captain of the guard spoke. “You have a choice to surrender or die.”

Sindarose thought it a moment. “I guess I really have no choice”

Sindarose posted September 04, 2000 11:56 AM

The Eye of Jilas

Chapter 7: Frantic Run

“You have ten seconds to comply.” the Captain ordered.

Sindarose looked at her situation and decided to go for it. With great speed she fired her blaster at the window shattering it. The winds of the storm and rain began to pour into the complex as the young pilot leaped out the window and began to fall the eight stories to the ground below.

As she descended she held her arm back and fired the grappling hook which acceded up and attached to the wall. Sindarose jerked up, almost ripping her shoulder out of socket, but it hurt just the same. She winced and slammed against the wall and grumbled, oh that’s going to hurt in the morning.

The grappling hook lowered itself and it’s passenger down toward the ground. The wind was knocking her into the wall, and with each new pound was a brand new bruise. Above she saw the security team setting up position to fire at her. The rain and wind made it a bit difficult for them. She looked down the fall didn’t seem to bad to her, and it was into some vegetation. Another risk, hey it was just a life.

Sindarose disconnected the grappling hook and fell the two stories into the jungle brush and ground. She rolled around and did her best to stand. She was in pain though, at least the fall didn’t add anything to that. She had to get back to the fighter, she had to get off world.

There were laser blasts coming from above as Sindarose ran through the jungle around the side of the complex. She saw the guards at the hanger bay. It was only a four man squad. She had another explosive disk it should help her get to an air sled and back to the fighter.

She aimed carefully and fired the remaining disk. It flew through the air with great speed and sliced into a tree trunk before it exploded. The squad went to investigate and Sindarose ran onto the runway and rushed to the entrance door. She went inside, and carefully went for an air sled. She jumped on top of one and started the engines, lifted into the air and opened the hanger bay door, then zoomed into the storm.

The guards began shooting at her as she rushed by them and headed into the jungle. She knew it wouldn’t be long before more troops would come after her. She dodged tree trunk and tree branch as the little air sled flew through the storm drenched jungle. She wanted to sleep, she wanted the pain to go away, but she had to get to her fighter so she could get to Max. Max would patch her up and get her rest.

She wasn’t paying attention when the laser blast hit the rear of the air sled and threw her forward and into a tree. She heard her armor just snap, but that was better than her spine. She stood up and saw the three troopers on their air sleds pointing blasters at her.

“Damnit, why don’t you leave me alone.” she asked standing up and leaning against the tree.

“You will come with us.” one of the troopers ordered.

“How many times I have to tell you no!” she shouted and dashed into the jungle amist the heavy laser fire that was following her.

“Damn girl your gonna get yourself killed you know better than this. This whole job is sloppy.” she thought to herself as she ran.

The air sleds were going to catch up to her she knew that. She just had to figure out a way to out smart them. Though all she could think about was the pain, she hadn’t been beaten so badly in ages. She stood behind a tree and closed her eyes and started to catch her breath. Her mind had to clear, that’s all she needed her mind to clear.

An airspeed flew past her, ah her change just arrived. She drew her blaster and hit the trooper in the back, causing him to fall forward, but the sled stopped. Sindarose threw the wounded trooper off and hopped onto his air sled. The fighter wasn’t too far away now.

Zooming through the jungle she arrived to her parked fighter. She rushed inside and started to getting the ship ready for flight. She hit the comlink.

“Max, Max-11 come in, this is Sinda”

“I know who it is Mistress.”

“I’m hit pretty bad, get the med lab ready and set the ship for automatic return, I’m hurt pretty bad..”

The droid started to punch in the requested commands and he replied to her. “Everything is taken care of Mistress, just enjoy the ride back home.”

“I gotcha Max, upon arrival set us for cloak and get us the hell out of here.”

“What about the Eye?” the droid asked.

“I’ll worry about that later.”

“As you wish.”

The fighter lifted off vertically and headed into the clouds. It was going to smooth sailing from here. Sindarose just relaxed in her chair and went to sleep. Rest is what she wanted now.

[This message has been edited by Katrylle Morgahn (edited September 04, 2000).]

Sindarose posted September 04, 2000 12:38 PM

The Eye of Jilas

Chapter 8: Prologue

The fighter docked with the Omega Class Destroyer carefully and the warship cloaked. Inside Sindarose was still asleep when Max-11 boarded the ship. He lifted her out of the chair and carried her to the med lab.

“I didn’t get the Eye” she whispered to him.

The droid looked to her and started to patch up what he could. “Don’t worry about that right now Mistress.”

“I should of gotten it, got side tracked, my head hurts.”

“I know mam, let me work on you and get you back to optimum levels.” the droid replied.

Sindarose closed her eyes and just relaxed as best as she could.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

No one suspected the fighter had been sabotaged. The Omega Destroyer was wounded and it forced it to drop out of innerspace. The cloaking device had been damage, the ship was a sitting duck. The hanger bay was totally trashed and it took Max all his skill to keep the core from exploding. However the little droid went above and beyond the call of duty.

Max had placed Sindarose into stasis until they could get to a friendly port or star base that would lend their medical services to her. The ship was the priority at the moment. His mistress would survive in stasis as long as she needed to, so her safety was well looked at.

The ship was wounded, and they had heavy journey ahead of them. However the shields still functioned, and they still had a partial weapons. Now the only thing in their way was the future. 