+++++Part Fifteen+++++
Curch approached Ki Rahn’s living quarters with stealth. Reaching out with the force, he could feel nothing. As he entered the corridor he saw that the darkness from his dream had become a reality. Both Jared and Ki Rahn lay dead on the floor.
In that moment of grief, a voice from behind startled him.
“Grieve for them later, we must, time now there is not,” said Yoda.
“Master Yoda, what happened,” asked Curch?
“Returned to the temple Sariss Koth did. Kill our friends did he. I sense the Chancellor is in danger, now protect him you must. Go, now you must, quickly, quickly,” spoke Yoda with urgency.
Curch, using the force, drew the lightsabers of his fallen brethren to his hands and ran down the hall to the elevator. When he got in, he froze. What should I do? His mind was blank. He could not think. Suddenly, drawn by the force, he raised his arm and pushed a button for the seventy seventh level. After a few moments, the elevator stopped and the door opened. Exiting he slowly made his way down the corridor then out on to the edge of a landing platform. Standing there, he looked over the cityscape. Even at this time of the night traffic was buzzing in all directions. He began to feel the force flowing through his body. JUMP NOW. Without hesitation, Curch leapt off the edge of the platform and landed on the top of a large air-bus. Not sure what his, better yet, what the force’s next move might be for him, he dropped to one knee. The air-bus made its way toward the capital building. As the bus passed near the one of the docking stations of the building, it was almost as if Curch was flung off the moving vehicle. He realized his trajectory was a bit short; however, he caught the ledge and pulled himself up.
Curch looked up toward the night sky and yelled, “All you have to do is give me a little warning. I am not much help to anyone if I am dead!”
“Who are you? What are you doing here,” questioned a voice from the darkness?
Curch spun around and ignited the lightsabers and with a stern command said, “Show yourself!”
“Master Jedi…it is me, Chancellor Vimic, please lower your swords.”
Curch’s heart skipped with relief, “Chancellor, I am Curch Denas. What are you doing out here? We must get you inside; your life is in danger. Where are your body guards?”
The Chancellor seemed puzzled, “I don't know, I called for assistance and none of them responded. I was looking for them when I saw you drop in.”
Sariss Koth then emerged from the darkness, “If you referring to the pathetic guards that were dressed in blue standing outside your door Vimic? Well, when I showed up, they lost their heads…literally.”
Curch spun to face Koth. “Chancellor, get out of here.”
“Chancellor, get out of here,” Koth said in a childish, mimicking voice. “Please, after I finish with you I will track him down and kill him too, so he might as well stay and enjoy the show. How are you going to protect Vimic? If the way you taught your padawan to fight is any representation of how well you perform, it should be nothing short of easy defeating you. Tell me Curch was I that bad of a teacher when it came to the lightsaber. Jared could barely hold his lightsaber right. What pity.., I had such high regard for you, yet…you are such a failure.” Koth’s face glowed with rage, “You have delayed things long enough. Now…I will just kill the both of you and it will be done.”
Koth ignited his lightsaber and leapt toward Curch.
Curch quickly brought both blades up in defense. “Run Chancellor…now,” yelled Curch.
The chancellor began to run toward the open door, but as their lightsabers clashed, Koth extended one hand using the force to push the chancellor off the platform. Chancellor Vimic’s body was thrown backward and disappeared over the edge into the darkness.
“NOOOOOOOO,” screamed Curch.
