|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch13
Sometime in the early hours of the new day Revan was removed from the kolto tank. Though weak she felt perhaps the worst of the illness had passed. With much of her conditioning wasted away however the Jedi Master found herself needing assistance to walk. Crossing the room was a challenge that left her dizzy.
Any attempt to speak with the medical droid tending to her was brusquely dismissed with a preprogrammed response. She was in a medclinic somewhere on Gargon, but as for the whereabouts of the clinic or her Padawan, Revan was painfully in the dark. Irritation, and concern for Dustil, were mounting and she found herself debating the next course of action. She could disable the droid, slice any security locks on the doors and find the answers she wanted. But that plan belonged to a Revan who wasn't shaking just for standing up.
Patience. There was no other choice but for her to wait. Something told Revan someone was going to be coming
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch12
Two of his hired Iridonian mercenaries practically dragged Tiru Varn into the room. In his current condition the man was barely able to walk. Motta was taken aback by the barkeeps injury. His nose was swollen, bent at an awkward angle and a shade of purple which complimented the carpeting. A crust of dried blood was flaking around his mouth and chin.
"What happened to you?" Motta asked him incredulously.
"Your prize fighter," the Iridonian on the left said. They brought Varn before the Hutt and unceremoniously dumped him there.
Following Dustil's victory at the arena the young man had disappeared. When a protocol droid delivered the news his fighter departed in the company of others Motta had felt furious. The plan had been for Dustil to sign a contract after he saw his mother receiving the medical care so desperately needed. The Hutt's first instinct was the young man had returned straight home. The injured Varn was enough proof
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch11
The anger returned like an old friend, caressing Carth with comforting familiarity. His friends had marched him back onto the Raptor, and Zaalbar's paw never released the pilots jacket until they were back on board. Carth sat against the bulkhead holding Revan's lightsaber in his hands thinking only of how good it had felt to hurt Varn. If not for Zaalbar, Carth wasn't sure he would have stopped . Even now Carth only wanted to return and finish the job.
Revan, his Revan, sold by a greedy drunk to a greedier Hutt. And he'd been only steps away from her earlier in the day. He had failed her just like he'd failed Morgana.
Standing apart from Carth the others were holding a quiet discussion. Occasionally one of them would glance over at him. Carth wasn't sure if it was concern or they just wanted to make sure he wasn't trying to leave. He didn't really care either way. When Canderous broke away from the group to approach him, C
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch10
There was an elation growing within him he hadn't felt in years. Not since Revan had agreed to let him give her a future had there been this energy fueling him onward. In his mind Carth was already planning for what would come next. He had a fair number of questions to ask of both Dustil and Revan. Though the important thing was to get Revan to safety aboard the Raptor. After there would be all the time in the world for questions.
Dustil led the way with confidence through the streets and the others followed. Even at the late hour a fair number of citizens still were strolling about. The groups urgent pace attracted a number of stares from people. On more than one occasion someone would point at Dustil excitedly then wave or call to him. If this fame meant anything to the young man Dustil didn't show it. He ignored the fans and continued to run.
The attractive shopping centers and the brightly lit gambling houses and nightclubs faded a
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch9
Gravely he approached the doors to the ring, the protocol droid Motta had assigned him was clanking alongside. Dustil tried to keep his mind clear. Dread hung at the edges of his thoughts however. The closer he got the harder the feeling became to ignore.
For Master Revan he reminded himself. Flexing his sword arm Dustil tried to ease the tension which was setting in.
"Mister Onasi should relax," the protocol droid intoned. Dustil glared at the machine.
Ahead of them the door locks slipped and it swooshed open. Without pausing Dustil entered the arena floor. The flood of lights and the cheers of the crowd merged into a single living thing. Dustil paid no attention to it, and it seemed to push the spectators into a greater frenzy. It was difficult to overhear Motta's introduction over the speakers.
"HERE IS THE MAN OF THE HOUR, THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER HIMSELF!"
The droid had stopped and took up a position at the door.
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch8
They passed into the lower slums of Gargon. Like most places where the galaxies less fortunate scraped a living together it was crowded and cramped. The streets were cluttered with trash piles, where scrawny looking strays of a species Jolee didn't recognize sniffed about. Something stood out to Jolee though. The cantinas were nearly packed to bursting. Even the street vendors who had invested in a link to the holonet were seeing a fair amount of customers.
Shouldering their way through the crowds Carth led them into the first of the apartment towers. With distaste Jolee noticed how poorly the place was kept. Refuse and scrap littered the floor. The walls were darkened by decades of filth which obscured even the graffiti. Music and shouting leaked from behind the sealed doors, the distorted sounds thick in the silence of the corridor.
Carefully Jolee looked at his friends face and saw the man wore a grim expression. The old Jedi wanted
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch7
It was difficult to control his impatience. Carth focused on landing the Raptor in the Gargon port. The vessel slipped into her dock, touching down softly, and settling lightly on her landing pads. He punched a few buttons and the Raptor's engines went quiet. The sudden silence felt a stark contrast to what he was experiencing on the inside. For a moment the pilot sat and considered the situation.
Somewhere on the planet Revan and Dustil waited for him. But they could be anywhere in the bustling district with its forest of towering high rises and the thousands of people crowded into them. Carth hadn't been this close to his loved ones in years, yet without knowing where they were, he may well have still been in the Inner Core.
In the Raptor's common area his friends were waiting. Bastilla and Jolee were talking softly in a far corner. Canderous, armed to the teeth with a heavy repeating blaster at each hip, was propped aga
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch6
The vibroblade whistled through the air making contact with Dustil's shielded forearm. He grunted with the impact but managed to redirect the weapon away from his body. Quickly the Padawan followed with his own sword, an Echani foil on loan from Motta, and swung it upwards catching his opponent unexpectedly on the breastplate.
Sai Penteg's breath rushed from his lungs and he doubled over with a gasp. Even with the wind knocked from him, the man was fast. He shuffled backwards bringing his own vibroblade up in a protective gesture.
Seeing his opportunity to take the offensive Dustil lunged forward, raising his sword above his head and bringing it smashing down upon Sai's head. Just barely Sai managed to block the attack, the stadium lights gleaming off the edge of the blade a few inches from his face. Dustil saw the look of fear that filled the other mans face as the outcome of this fight suddenly became certain.
Carth Onasi Comes Home ch5
It felt like the old days. Bastilla sat in the co-pilots chair, Carth at the helm. Piloting the starship came so naturally to the man who handled the Raptor like an extension of his own body. Just like he had the Ebon Hawk she reflected. Though Carth seemed tense as he worked the controls. His shoulders were bunched beneath that familiar orange jacket. A scowl creased his handsome face.
Bastilla felt his anger. Anger at her for keeping secrets. At Mission for involving her to begin with. There was an urge to address it, but Bastilla suppressed it with difficulty. It was better she decided to let it go. She had kept information about Revan from him though it had only been with his best interests in mind. From the first moments Bastilla had felt Revan's danger the young Jedi had been conflicted. Not knowing where her friend was left Bastilla powerless to render assistance. When she had contacted Carth the man still spoke of
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More