"Before the Storm" by Valion301

DAZ|Studio • Science Fiction • posted on Jun 01, 2009

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Long Range Tracking Station 523 High Elliptical Orbit Coruscant 0 ATC “Vala, what is the status of the tracking station?” “I’m inside Master; their security is on the way. It will only be a few moments my Master.” “You must be prompt young Vala’; the Fleet is preparing to drop from Hyperspace.” “It will be - Wait….” Vala’ stood for a moment, her speech fell silent as her skin tingled, the same as a cold frozen breeze from Hoth brushing against her. She slid the comm-link into the clip on her belt, she could feel the fabric of the long dark robes hanging from her hips and back; her finger tips brushed against them as the robes caressed and danced along the skin of her thighs. Slowly she raised her right arm, she flexed her hand; the saber leapt from her hip to her fingers. It felt cool to the touch, the metal feeling cold and heartless. Her long hair draped over her shoulders tickled her skin; her nerves tingled as she felt them coming toward her. The air tasted stale just inside the landing bay, the piercing echo of her boot heels lightly tapping across the well kept deck plates of the small orbiting station sounded hollow; the comforting humm of the small relay station could be felt deep inside her ears. She could smell the remaining exhaust from her Sith Fighters engines as her senses were growing alert! Closing her eyes, she looked around. Not by vision, but by feeling the small nuances in the Force; as if feeling the pulsing under water currents while submerged in one of the cool, and rare underground moss ponds on Korriban. Behind the sounds of security claxons, she could hear the echoed thumping of boots running down deck plates, men yelling in at least three languages, the small familiar sounds of carbines charging. The few Republic Soldiers stationed here as guards were sprinting to her, to her warm grasp, to her widow’s embrace … The cold metal grinding of a hatch opening caught her attention as she opened her eyes! “You! Freeze where you’re at!” She slowly raised her head, she smiled. As several Republic Soldiers stumbled into the corridor staring at the petite woman, their carbines and blasters pointing at her she smiled at them with a playful wink. In a smooth motion, her body snapped into a fighting stance and the thundering snap hiss of the Sith Mistress’s Lightsaber igniting sounded startling the guards!