Chapter 1: Reveal the masks

[Wolfe]

The characters and plot are mine, stuff like lightsabers and moff are George Lucas's. Have fun...


Had Hugo de Paix been paying attention to the force, he may have noticed that it was a trap. Hugo didn’t really mind though. Grand Moff Vorhut of the Kessel Sector had given him the information and so when he walked into the large room and the stormtrooper ordered him to put his hands up, Hugo wasn’t totally surprised. He was, however, surprised enough to leap back, reaching for his lightsaber, and got a stinging shot in his left shoulder, unconsciously releasing his grip on his saber, dropping it.
“I said: Put your hands up!” the stormtrooper repeated.
“Brilliant,” he grumbled, raising his hands, “Ok, I surrender.”
“Good for you, Master de Paix,” came a cool voice from behind him, “I’m afraid I’m not the best host.”
Turning, Hugo came face to face with a smallish, cruel looking man; he wore the armor of a stormtrooper, without the helmet, and with a huge cape. He carried no blaster, but had at his belt a lightsaber instead.
“I am General Telzarus, head of the infamous 88th Death Legion.”
“Funny, I’ve never heard of it,” de Paix tried to keep his cool.
“That is because unlike your incompetent Republic, I don’t leave any survivors to let talk,” Telzarus snarled.
“Sorry to hear that,” de Paix said.
“I would be if I were you too,” Telzarus replied, “hand me his lightsaber, then ‘cuff his hands. He will not escape.”
Telzarus then exited, taking de Paix’s lightsaber with him. any normal person might have given up at that point.
Hugo de Paix wasn’t a normal person.
Suddenly leaping up he called the force to him, feeling it course through his veins, he sent it flowing out, hitting the several stormtroopers in front of him, they flew backward, landing on their backs, hopefully out cold. Hugo sung around, channeling the force through his entire body, emanating from him, the imperials fell backward. He probed into the ‘cuffs, looking for its release, finding it, they to fell to the ground. Using the force he pulled a fallen blaster to him and exited the room, hoping to find Telzarus before his guards came to.
Hugo ran towards the command center, he had its general location and followed the long, empty passages towards it.
The door slid open, revealing Telzarus, smiling.
. Hugo shot a hole right through Telzarus- or actually his hologram. Hugo heard the footsteps from behind and spun around, throwing away the blaster as he pulled his lightsaber to him with the force:
“Greetings, General! Let’s hope you don’t leave a survivor this time,” Hugo returned the smile, “Nice trick though.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t, Master Jedi,” Telzarus said, sneering. Then his red lightsaber came to life with a hum. Hugo had his own, blue blade out with a hiss.
They clashed, their blades coming together with enough force to knock a normal person down, not a jedi though. Whirling a round to dance they themselves only heard, they moved through the hallways, completely silent except the hiss and hum of their blades, their only beat to their dance of death. Leaping forward, Telzarus pushed his blade at Hugo, trying to find an opening. Hugo fell backward, landing on his rump with a thud, grimacing he continued to deflect the constant barrage of blows from the General.
“Surrender, Jedi!” Telzarus roared, his lightsaber coming up, preparing for his downward swing. Then he flew back, Hugo channeling the power of the force through him at the General.
“No.”
he pushed forward with his legs, sending himself at Telzarus like a missile. Once more their lightsabers clashed, spinning around to the left, Hugo tried to get at Telzarus’s back; Telzarus, let Hugo do this as he tried to get a stab at Hugo’s now open side.
Hugo jumped back, milliseconds before the stab came, so close he felt the heat. He kicked out, snapping Telzarus’s head back, they both fell backwards, Hugo being the first to rise.
“Good game, Telzarus, but you’ve failed,” Hugo said, raising his lightsaber above his head, preparing to give the finishing blow-
BAM!
There was suddenly pain all over Hugo’s back, before he knew it, he was on his knees, the pain overwhelming him, he slid to the ground as he slid form consciousness, wrapping the force around him, trying to stay alive.
Footsteps that sounded like cannons sounded right near his head:
“Yes, de Paix, a good game, but I never fail.”

[Mike Mar]

Nice. :)


I hope to see more.

[Wolfe]

Thanks, I'm trying, I wrote a whole bunch of Master de Paix, thank you, sir!!!