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So far things had not gone well, Rep Gordon had been able to secure the original base camp without incident, but they also found multiple trails heading away from the camp. A few of the trails went to some ice caves, a series of tunnels etched into the ice by combination's of cracking ice, wind erosion, and ice flows. But more shocking were the trails that led to the ancient ruins.
While most of the Jedi in Gordon's party felt the ruins held the key to the mystery of the first landing party's whereabouts, Nykon was convinced the caves were the priority. Rep's trust in his old friend was what lead them all to the place they were now. Deep in the ice, with the party scattered.
How did this happen? Nykon considered to himself. Who else could he talk to? He wasn't about to bring up these questions to Rep in front of the rest of the Jedi. Once more he found himself alone.
A sudden feeling of nausea rolling over all the Force sensitives in their group. Then came the roars, they seemed to come from everywhere and no where at once. Many of the younger Jedi seemed to snap, as though they lost all their composure, breaking rank they fled back the way they came.
The first Knight out of the chamber immediately sailed back in, only when he struck the ground his head kept going, leaving a spray of blood connecting his head to his body in a painted line. Gordon called out to the rest of the party. "We're under attack! Form up and assemble in the center of the chamber!"
Nykon shook his head, many of the younger Knights and Padawans didn't even hear Gordon's orders, they continued to scatter as the roars grew closer.
And then the beasts were on them, the attack was from almost every direction at once, Nykon recognized them immediately as Wampas. But there was something dark about these creatures, unlike the captive Wampas he'd seen in zoos along his travels. These Wampas seemed caught up in a blood lust, lashing at anything in their reach. Driven in a blind rage attacking everything even themselves if too close.
Lightsabers ignited all around the chamber, but many went out just as quickly as they lit up. Nykon reached up to his shoulder and unfastened his twin saber hilts. Igniting the blades he cast a dark silver-blue light across his features. Not hesitating he charged into the carnage.
Blades blurring, Rep Gordon, and Nykon Graves carved their way to the main part of the fray. The Wampas seemed to have no end to their numbers. Strange, Nykon thought, Wampas are typically loners or run in small packs. What's come over these creatures?
Before he could finish his ponder he saw Gordon go down with two of the savage beats on his back.
Before Nykon had a chance to spring to his friends aide, Rep's body flew to the top of the chamber carrying both creatures with it. Before the creatures knew what was going on, Rep managed to spin and continue his telekinetic 'push' against the Wampas. Now instead of pushing himself and the Wampas up, he pushed them up, and his own body back towards the cave floor. He hit the floor moments after the two Wampas split the ice with their bodies.
The last thing Nykon had seen of Rep and the rest of the Jedi, was Rep flipping up to his feet just as a ton of ice came crashing down, collapsing the chamber behind a wall of ice.
Graves didn't have time to think, he found himself cut off from the rest of the group, but not from all the Wampas. Who knew how many Wampas were on Rep's side of the wall? Nykon counted at least six with him.
Time to go to work, Nykon thought as he brought the hilts of his blades together and twisted, locking them together as a staff. The now double bladed saber made a wall of dark blue-silver light he was spinning it so fast. He went through his weapons master stances, and fell into his dance, he let the Force guide his body, become his body. Time slowed to a stand still, but Nykon wasn't aware of it, all he was aware of was the dance, him, the Force, and Hoth in all its glory. He poured himself in every direction as fast as he could, coming at the beasts from every direction himself.
Only he could now see that there was a stain on these creatures.
Some dark mark that was like a proof of their evil. He brought an end to these dark monsters one at a time with the light of his blades. When it was over he stood alone with the sound of his blades crackling in the corridor, and the crunch of ice under his feet as he moved from body to body making sure the creature were down.
He deactivated his blades and dropped to his knees feeling as though he had spent all his energy. Well he had. He had drawn hard on the Force, he had let the dance become everything, he had to, anything less was death. And how would his death serve the light here now? No something was happening on this planet and Nykon intended to get to the bottom of it. But before he could he had to replenish himself. He remained on his knees and drew on the Force sending himself into a healing trance to rejuvenate his body.
He had a feeling he would need all his strength to see this day through. _________________
-Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush. I don't give a damn. None shall pass.
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