It was late.
Lt. Psylocke Lammashta trudged over the threshhold of the Metieh
Estate. Her bags seemed heavier even though she had not aquired anything on
her trip besides fatigue, a scoundrel after her heart, and not-too-fond
memories of the planet Io-wah. She had been sidetracked to Coruscant for a
week to wrap up some business for the Admiral, but to her dismay, Princess
Leia and her escort Takaara had also been unlucky enough to ride with her on
that fateful adventure.
But now for rest.
Without releasing a grumble, she dragged her belongings upstairs to
her room and slid them into a corner. Without turing on a light, she closed
the door, peeled off her jacket, and collapsed on her bed. Her shoulder
ached from her stab wound, reminding her of that obnoxious gungan she tried
to keep under control.
In moments her pain was gone, followed by the soothing waves of long
needed sleep as they washed over her body.
Bzzzt! hum.
The familiar crash of colliding lightsabers echoed in the hall of
the palace. Flashes of steel and light darted around her. She wasn't
really there, yet she could feel everything around her, see it, smell it.
She watched silently as two figures dueled. She somehow knew the one with
the long hair was a Jedi and the black-clad man was a Sith. The second
wielded a double bladed, red lightsaber and moved with a familiar grace.
The Jedi was swiftly losing ground, but then the Sith pulled his blade back
to pierce the Jedi through the chest.
"Lieutennant Lammshta, this is LZ66."
Psylocke woke with a start and a feeling of deja-vu hit her. She
had never dreamed such a thing before. She had no reason to, yet she felt
that she had dreamed it before...or someone else had. Who were those men?
Were they once real or merely a figment of her dreams.
"Lieutennant, do you copy?"
She rolled over and growled something foul as she snatched her com
link from the nightstand, cranky at being woken from her much deserved sleep.
"Lammashta here, go LZ66."
"We have an intruder on the property, ma'am."
She growled angrily. "I'm in my room. I'll scan the back field by
the house from my balcony. Lammashta out."
She dropped briefly back on her bed, wishing she wasn't alone in it.
Realizing this odd thought, she pushed herself away from the bed, dug out
her blaster pistol from her bag, and found a portable searchlight under her
desk. She slid her balcony door open and stepped out into the warm summer
evening of Mandalore.
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"Black belt, third degree!"
"Platinum belt, unlimited credit!"
-- Muppets From Space --
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