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The Second Rebellion Part 27 by skier1215

Created 01 Nov 2013
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
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  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27
  • The Second Rebellion Part 27

The grate popped off at the other end and Sparky crawled through the duct to the control room. His eyes searched. Standing with his back to him was that crazy scientist, Delnor Coran, working on a screen. Sparky drew his only good sword, Excalibur. The mad scientist turned casually. "Oh pity. He didn't finish you. I will have to myself." Sparky's eyes burned with hatred for this calm man. The scientist suddenly jumped. "My precious!" Sparky was shocked at the outburst but said, "I've come in the name of Luke Skywalker and the New Republic. You are under arrest. Come quietly or you will have no choice to come-in pieces!" He spun and kicked toward the man. Coran assumed a fighting stance, and caught the sword as it swung toward his neck. Sparky looked down in surprise just as it was wrenched out of his hand. The hilt smashed into his chin and he fell hard. The scientist stood over him, laughing softly. "Too fast. You attacked too quickly, so of course I could find an advantage." Delnor Coran stood at a screen. Pressing buttons left and right, he deployed droid transports like crazy. Then a thud rang out behind him. All in time. He dropped another convoy and then turned. There stood his masterpiece. "Oh pity, he didn't finish you. I will have to myself." He smiled. The boy wasn't listening. He had drawn one sword and at his hip on the belt was..."My precious!" The Jedi looked stunned but told him he was here to arrest him. Silly pawn. Coran adopted a fighting stance and rubbed a tassel on his jacket and the Jedi ran at him, blade up. Coran smiled and grabbed the blade with his hand. Ah, marvelous. He yanked the blade up and it hit the boy in the chin. Of course he had controlled him with the miniature droids. He didn't need to know, though. Sparky got unsteadily to his feet. What had happened there? Sparky's mind swirled with ideas, but he settled on the fact that he probably was experienced. Groggily, he stood and reached out in the Force, drawing on it for energy, but a horrible pain enveloped his mind and he clutched his head in fury. That scientist was making him so MAD! The doctor just pressed a switch on his sleeve and called for stormtroopers. Sparky heard footsteps and two stormtroopers, one strict white and the other an Imperial Marine. They opened fire, screeching insults like, "You Jedi scum!" or "Stop that boy, blast him!" Sparky tried calling on the Force but that pain returned, causing him almost to not dodge a close bolt. Then it happened. One bolt hit his leg and without thinking, he threw the green bottle into the center of the room. A green vapor wafted from the broken bottle, floating toward the fan, and Coran screamed, "What are you thinking!" The doctor dashed from the room, a portable mas over his face. Both stormtroopers fell. Sparky's helmet readings said the air was toxic, so he turned on the filter. Turning to the controls, he positioned the superlaser to the valley where Freedon Nadd's tomb was located. Then a horrific screaming broke out and when Sparky turned, both stormtroopers were staggering toward him. Then his mind remembered. "Blackwing, the zombie serum." He Force tossed one at a wall, which got right back up, unfazed. Will Sparky survive the zombie attack? When the supelaser fires, will it help the New Republic or the Empire? And where will Coran go? Find out next time on the Second Rebellion!

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