- Joined
- May 31, 2012
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Zeke didn't welcome the "friendly" gesture of the woman but something told him to trust her words, she was looking for something more than just killing everything in sight. She was angry. He didn't respond to her smile, however. She was arrogant. It didn't surprise Zeke. He too, often felt that the Order was too "noble" for their own cause. But with her arrogance, he knew that she was a full of bantha poodoo. But he shouldn't sit around and dawdle about trying to convince anyone that their ways of thinking were wrong. He too, was in a position of confusion and hurt at one point. He couldn't judge anyone by their past, nor could he condemn anyone's true feelings. Zeke walked to the side of the young pale women, nodded and ran past the two. He needed to find the man that was after Usik.
He ran down the hallway and found himself looking at the broken lift, which was really broken now. He peered through the shaft and seen that the lift had fallen and crushed someone below. He looked there for a moment. He was following a trail of blood that seemed to get him nowhere. He looked up the shaft and came to the conclusion that the man went up. There was only one way up to do this.
He clipped his hilt to his belt and channeled the force through him, leaping with all of his might. He flew through the air and landed on the wall, his feet and hands all making contact. He than pushed off once more while turning mid-air to just make it through the door of the lift. He rolled through the opening and slid to a knee, looking up at the hallway before him almost in relief. A man, about 6 foot in height stood down the hallway. He had finally found the person causing this slaughter.
"...All this senseless violence..." He said sternly, rising to his feet. He took off his jacket he had been wearing and threw it to the side, revealing his Jedi Robes he wore for warmth.
"...Stops now."
He ran down the hallway and found himself looking at the broken lift, which was really broken now. He peered through the shaft and seen that the lift had fallen and crushed someone below. He looked there for a moment. He was following a trail of blood that seemed to get him nowhere. He looked up the shaft and came to the conclusion that the man went up. There was only one way up to do this.
He clipped his hilt to his belt and channeled the force through him, leaping with all of his might. He flew through the air and landed on the wall, his feet and hands all making contact. He than pushed off once more while turning mid-air to just make it through the door of the lift. He rolled through the opening and slid to a knee, looking up at the hallway before him almost in relief. A man, about 6 foot in height stood down the hallway. He had finally found the person causing this slaughter.
"...All this senseless violence..." He said sternly, rising to his feet. He took off his jacket he had been wearing and threw it to the side, revealing his Jedi Robes he wore for warmth.
"...Stops now."
