Bloodlust, Ch. 1

I know I said I'd only post once a week, but I just now finished this story and I can't wait to post it! :D Here it is, Bloodlust! Set in the time of the Old Republic (approx. 3700 years before the Star Wars movies), when Jedi and Sith were much more common...


Bloodlust, Ch. 1

The torched corpse crumpled to the dusty floor, merely a remnant of what it had once been. Small electrical charges slid across the body, reaching almost affectionately towards the dark-robed man that strode past. Republic, the Sith Lord sneered to himself as he padded down the corridor silently. Idiots, weaklings, and fools all. They were using this tomb merely as a base of operations, completely ignorant of the priceless treasure they had with them.

He continued down the hallway, hardly even pausing as he dispatched two more smugglers, stopping their hearts with a twin burst of Dark Side energy. With nary a glance at their bodies, he continued on, soon arriving at the entrance to the main chamber. He reached out with the Force, locating the life-forms inside. Their positions marked in his mind, he ran into the chamber.

A blast of Force Lightning killed the two furthest from him, before they even knew of his existence. He exulted in the moment of their death, and their charred, blackened bodies falling to the floor served only to cause his sick bloodlust to grow. A half-step and a hand gesture, and a third smuggler went flying backwards into the unforgiving stone wall, his bones cracking in several places as he shrieked in pain. The fourth and fifth smugglers, the ones closest to him, fell with a single sweep of the crimson lightsaber that had suddenly appeared in his hand. Another smuggler died with an agonized scream as the Inquisitor tore his body apart with the Force, laughing maniacally as blood sprayed across his face. He released his grip on the Dark Side, and the pieces of the scum’s body thudded to the ground.

Only ten seconds had passed since he had stepped into the chamber, but those ten seconds had ignited a passion, a thirst inside him. His walk was different than it had been before; more determined, straighter. He walked with a purpose, striding quickly to the ancient computer that squatted along the far wall of the chamber. To either side of the computer there was a large doorway, and both were wide open.

With a quick perusal of the security cameras, the Inquisitor saw that while the path to the left lead down a long corridor, the path to the right lead to a large sleeping chamber, currently occupied by several people. With a grim smile, he pulled out a slicer kit and sealed the main chamber’s door to the surface before turning towards the left path and stalking down it.

As he stepped past the doorway, he hesitated, readying himself. The corridor was much darker than the chamber, and the architectural protrusions and statues along the walls obscured his vision even more. He could sense something ahead, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he would soon find the rest of the group of Republic scum that had come with the smugglers. He continued forward again, eager.

The Sith Lord proceeded straight ahead, ignoring passages leading to the left and right as he stepped over and around large chunks of ancient rubble and debris. His haste was enough that he almost didn’t sense the danger in time.

He leapt high into the air, spinning and drawing his lightsaber at the same time. He blocked the trio of blaster bolts easily and landed, his blade in a purely defensive position as he took stock of the situation. A squad of ten Republic Troopers had emerged from two of the tunnels he had passed, and had taken up firing positions behind some of the statues and rubble on the floor.

That noted, he sprang to the side as a barrage of blaster bolts and one heavy round blasted their way through the space he had until recently been occupying. He lifted a piece of rubble with the Force and threw it at the Troopers, smirking with satisfaction as he heard a scream from one of them. Nine left. He sprang out from behind the pillar, covering the distance to the troopers quickly. He cut down two with a ferocious slash-backhand combo, and the sound of Force Lightning filled the air as he roasted another inside of his armor. Six more. He slapped more blaster bolts away with his lightsaber and dove over the incoming heavy round, rolling as he landed. He came up into a slice that parted the Heavy Trooper from groin to shoulder. Five. With a grunt, he extended his left arm quickly, using the Force to impale a Trooper upon the sword held by one of the statues. Four sets of blaster bolts shot towards him, and he blocked all but one, howling in fury as the bolt burned its way through the light armor on his right arm. Ignoring the pain, he leapt forward again, slashing left and right and felling two more of the Troopers. Two. He buried his blade in the chest of another, and released it, turning towards the Trooper’s officer with his bare hands. One. The Inquisitor blasted the gun out of the officer’s hands with the Force and began draining the life from him, slowly. The Trooper’s eyes jutted from their sockets as he groaned in terror.

He picked up his lightsaber as the last Trooper fell to the ground with a thud, and continued on down the corridor.