Ailyn pointed a gloved finger at Drax as she stepped on board her ship, “The Bloody Credit”.
“Now when you get ready to hand over that cute little boy, you know how to find me.”
With that, she threw a holocard onto the landing deck and her ship began to close with her inside.
Breaking the white noise generated by her engines firing up, the commander of the stormtrooper unit broke comm. silence.
“Turn around and return to your homes. Leave your weapons at your feet or we will open fire.”
Drax looked at Sartok who then both looked over at Ray who was eyeing the gap between the landing pads. There was at least 30 feet and 15 yards height difference with Ray holding the high ground.
The communications aerial that stood nearby caught his attention. Using the force, Ray pushed the aerial over garnering the attention of the stormtrooper commander.
The aerial landed with a crash forming a makeshift bridge to the other landing pad. The Transdoshan pirates didn’t seem to happy and, even with their slow minds, figured out what was happening.
The stormtroopers did an about face to aim at Ray’s back while he removed his belt and slung it across the aerial grabbing it on the other side. Leaping off the pad, he allowed his weight to carry him down like a zipline to the other pad.
The Transdoshans opened fire not sure how many people were up there.
This caused the stormtroopers to fire back unsure of who was firing at them.
Sartok screamed and led the 40 odd Dantari into a lemming like charge against the back side of the stormtroopers.
Like an animal backed against a cliff, the stormtroopers regimented actions fell apart.
Screams of delight were mixed with screams of panic as the Dantari shoved most of the stormtrooper unit over the edge to their deaths.
Drax approached the flabbergasted lieutenant and reached down to yank the grappling hook from his belt. Using the force, he took no small pleasure in trying to throw the lieutenant into the fire of the Transdoshans.
Turning to face their real threat, he aimed the grappling hook directly at the viewing transparisteel window of the AT-AT.
He fired just as the megawalker did. A huge explosion rocked the landing pad as Dantari and stormtrooper alike lost their balance and went scampering for cover.
With the force as his guide, his aim was true as the grappling hook shattered the viewport and gave a pleasant ‘thunk’ sound as it buried into the far wall of the cockpit.
Assuming he didn’t have much time before they messed with the liquid rope but not having much choice with the landing pad already starting to falter, he leapt with nothing but trees below him.
Ray had just rolled out of a tuck and landing when he spotted the last of the Dantari being herded onto the black ship. The Transdoshan slavers were shooting the remaining ones who weren’t moving fast enough and the doors were already staring to close. Teresa must be on board.
Several attitude jets fired simultaneously as the black ship choked through it’s own smoke trying to break free from the planet’s gravity. Ray, anticipating their escape plans but not yet ready to give up, crouched down and closed his eyes squeezing them shut so that he could focus all of his strength on the ship. Focusing past the choking black smoke, laser bolts flying past him, and the enormous roar of the ship, he called upon his destiny as a future acolyte of the force to tether the ship with invisible ropes to the landing pad.
It struggled against unseen forces battling Ray’s will with the force.
The explosion from the AT-AT threatened to allow the ship to break free, gaining altitude and scorching the landing pad with white hot jets trying to escape, but with one last push from the force, Ray screamed at the top of his lungs and dropped to his knees slamming his fist into the concrete landing surface.
The black ship, whining and spinning in it’s own black death shroud, lost control and plummeted the height of an AT-ST onto the deck plowing up the concrete into ribbons as the cockpit screeched and slid right up to within feet of Ray.
Opening his eyes, he expected to see a world torn asunder and he wasn’t far from being satisfied. The ship lie in it’s death throes still belching sooty black clouds of smoke but from different parts of the ship. Small fires could be seen to start inside the ship. Ray was face to face with the pilot of the ship as ‘she’ had been thrown onto the nosecose.
It was Dasha. The Togruta half child that had started this adventure with them. Many questions rattled through his skull but for now they would have to wait. Teresa was not out of danger yet.
Drax was halfway up the rope, about 50 feet off of the ground when he felt the tension give.
Allowing for the half second he had before he went plummeting to his death, he summoned the force to leap upward another 15 feet to wrap the rope around the barrel of the exposed laser cannons in the mouth of the beast.
The cannon continued to fire threatening to burn it’s way through his rope and ending his only reason for being alive right now.
Looking around, he couldn’t for the life of him find any way to get out of this.
Leave it to Aiala to help.
Hoping the voice did belong to Aiala, and trusting she knew what she was doing, he let go.
The first bit of silence he’d heard since landing on this planet followed as wind rushed by his ears.
Probably due more to the force than luck, he landed quite comfortably behind Aiala who was currently guiding a speederbike through the trees in the mountainous area.
“HEY! IS THIS FUN OR WHAT?!”
Her speederbike dipped suddenly narrowly avoiding the slaver’s black ship trying to take off. It forced Drax to grab certain parts of Aiala’s anatomy he normally wouldn’t have reached for.
She laughed. “WHILE YOU’RE DOWN THERE…”
Drax pulled his hand back to rest on her thigh.
“I THINK YOU MIGHT FIND MY WAIST MORE USEFUL RIGHT NOW…”
Looking down, Drax spotted a new addition to her equipment belt. A lightsaber.
“I THOUGH I’D SPEND SOME TIME IN THE CAVES TOO! RAN INTO SOME RESISTANCE. THIS IS WHAT’S LEFT OF HIM.”
Drax undid the catch on the ancient weapon and flicked the thumb switch.
A scarlet colored blade sprang forth from the handle and just felt…right.
The speeder dipped to the right making a long slow turn back to where they came from. As the sun disappeared from his view, something just as large entered it. The AT-AT had closed within 100 yards of the landing pad and was tearing it to shreds. Ray was missing and the black ship he had followed was belly up on the tarmac with smoke pouring out of it.
It must’ve taken a direct hit from the AT-AT.
“WHAT’S THE PLAN?!” Drax shouted as they turned into the wind.
“ MY GRANDFATHER ON MY MOTHER’S SIDE APPROVED THE DESIGN OF THESE THINGS. I KNOW ‘EM LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND. THOSE HEADS ARE WELL ARMORED…BUT THE NECK IS THE WEAK POINT.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” Drax was tiring of shouting.
“I’M GONNA FLY YOU RIGHT UNDER THE RINGED ELECTROMAGNETIC CONTROL BOX THAT ALLOWS THE HEAD TO MOVE AND KEEPS ALL THAT WEIGHT FROM PULLING THE HEAD DOWN. YOU CUT IT OPEN WITH THE BLADE!”
“IF WE’RE AIMING FOR THE NECK, WHY ARE YOU FLYING RIGHT AT THE NOSE OF IT!??”
“IT’S MORE FUN THAT WAY! AND YOU’VE GOT AN AUDIENCE!”
More than just the AT-AT had turned it’s head toward the pair on the bike. Forty or more Dantari had gathered at the base of the communications tower oblivious to the danger to watch a new hero be born.
Drax stood in the stirrups balancing his thighs on the back of his new love interest just as the behemoth decided to open fire with it’s twin Class II heavy laser cannons.
Drax tried to channel the force into the lightsaber to prepare to deflect while Aiala swerved left and right easily out of the way.
“YOU AREN’T GOING TO DEFLECT THOSE BACK D…IT’LL KNOCK YOU CLEAN OFF THIS THING. JUST THINK ABOUT THE TARGET.”
A ring of light seemed to outline the electromagnetic control box right at the base of the neck. The force was starting to amaze him in more ways than stories. He watched the commander of the AT-AT turn his look to horror as they passed under the viewport and between the laser cannons. Drax’s arms moved on their own accord as they swiped upward and over slicing cleanly the cables that connected the box to the bulkhead. Aiala called on the force herself as the bike dipped with amazing speed underneath the beast to avoid colliding with the main body. Screams of metal on metal followed them under the walker as they shot out the back end of it between the legs and whipped through a grove of trees all the while Drax was peering over his shoulder.
The first thing to happen was the legs noticeably stopped moving. The head strained against it’s own weight to stay up and fluid and other lubricants poured from the freshly cut wound like blood.
The weight of all the armor, ironically designed to protect it, finally won out as the neck collapsed pulling the head down into the walker’s own legs. It wasn’t long then until the rest of the walker tumbled after it, the sheer weight of the monstrosity cutting it’s own legs out from under it.
The cry of freedom drowned out the sounds of the AT-AT imploding.
Aiala brought the speeder bike to a stop, spinning it around at a ninety degree angle. From their vantage point the pai watched as the AT_AT crumble into a fiery heap of twisted metal.
Squeezing her tightly around her waste with one arm, Drax deactivated the lightsaber and placed it back on Aiala’s belt. “How’s that for some fireworks.” he whispered into her ear. “You are SO romatic.” Drax let his smile fade into a serious look. “Ay,We need to talk…” He said. “Later. After the celebration.” She deflected.
Aiala turned the speeder and gently cruised back to the awaiting celebration. “REVAN! REVAN! REVAN!” The amassed Dantari cheered. Drax blushed at the adoration. “And a hero is born…” Aiala said, over her shoulder.
As the speeder bike came to a halt several of the Dantario rushed up and pulled the pair from it, and lifted the into the air. “REVAN! REVAN! REVAN!” They cheered. As they were pulled along the current with the crowd, Drax noticed Sartok also being carried along. The warrior gave Drax a cheerful grin and raised his hand up in victory.
Drax felt lost in the moment when a glannce over to the smoking wreckage of the slaver’s ahip drug him back to reality. “Ray!” He shouted, motioning for the crowd to let him down.
Back on his feet, Drax began pushing his way through the crowd. “Dra… Revan! Wiat up!” Aiala shouted as she chased after him.
Raymus entered the Transdoshan ship through the now opened cockpit. Broken glass laid everywhere, some covered in blood that Ray assumed belonged to Dasha. He never looked back at Dasha as he left the cockpit door, advancing further into the ship. If it weren’t for the emergency lights, it would be pitch black, some lights flickered making it harder to see. Raymus heard shouts and pleas, it had to be were the slaves were being held and so he tracked the sounds.
Raymus used the force to sense his surroundings, he ran to the nearest group of slaves. Raymus screamed out “TERESA!” desperately looking for her. The few slaves he picked up asking the whereabouts of Teresa was starting to frustrate Ray when they shook their heads no. He closed his eyes, using the force he reached out with the force searching for Teresa. It felt like he was floating above her he could see her, but couldn’t touch her. Looking at her surroundings. A symbol was written on the side of the wall. He quickly opened his eyes, he saw a different symbol in the room he was at.
Moving from room to room, he finally came to one that had the same symbol. He took a quick look around. “TERESA!” A dark haired figure’s head looked up, the white of her eyes were the only thing visible, her face covered in dirt, Ray rushed to her. “Teresa!” “Ray?” Speaking while fighting back her tears. “Ray, is it… really you?” Raymus knelt down and hugged her, holding her close to him. “It’s me, I’m sorry…” Neither could hold back their tears and for a few minutes cried. Raymus helped Teresa up, wiping her tears away, he leaned in and kissed her.
Raymus carried Teresa out of the ship, not because of any injuries, but he didn’t want to let her go. As he walked through the ship, he yelled at the other slaves to hurry up and get out as well, they were free.
Upon exiting the ship, still holding Teresa, followed by hundreds of slaves he saw Drax and Aiala hovering over Dasha. Putting Teresa down, she held on to Raymus’s arm, they walked over to where Drax was. Kneeling down he checked for any signs of life. “She’s alive” Looking up at Drax. “She’s got a lot of questions that needs answers. Drax, if you don’t mind, please see that Dasha is taken care of.” Ray stood up, with Teresa still holding on to him. As he walked away he waved at Drax. “I need some rest and some catching up to do.”