10 Imperial Vaults I (2/2)

Del ramped-up his disruptor rifle's charge, allowing it to make a light humming sound.

Iden charged her rifle and glanced down towards Kraytia who was smiling blankly towards the men walking toward them. Her fingers were twirling the saber which was in her hands, playfully waiting for them to come within arms reach.

Admiral Versio on the other hand was watching the whole thing from the cameras on each of the elite soldiers. Especially that of his daughter's. His eyes were peeled, he couldn't look away.

So far the entire plan was going on without a hitch. They expected nothing from their own, not a rebellion and surely not a raid.

”Halt! State your designation and reason for visit.” The one in the center of the three officers which successfully approached them. Their hands were behind their backs, their pistols holstered at their hips.

”Under the secret Orders of Fleet Admiral Gallius Rax, we are to secure the Emperor's Vault. Intelligence has learned the Jedi Luke Skywalker is going to attempt and obtain its Artifacts and Wealth for his New Jedi Order.” Iden reported with her weapon held idly, though it could be easily used to gun down these men.

Secret Order, that word echoed throughout the Officer's head. For a moment, they were skeptical. They had lost all contact offworld and there was interference when they tried communication without groups on the planet itself.

They could only assume there would be an invasion of some sort or a rebellion. Yet they had a whole group of soldiers here? The officers glanced side to side, noting that there were a bunch of Death Troopers. This was one way to get their point across. Someone powerful had indeed ordered to acquisition of the Vault.

”You may pass.” The officer to the left stated and the officers went to resume their posts. The Troopers would rush passed them with Del and Iden at the lead.

Kraytia broke away from them, using the force to hide herself. She became completely invisible, manipulating her very own body at the molecular level. She couldn't be sensed by force users, picked up by conventional scans, or security systems.

The former Jedi walked into planetarium which she remembered the lectures from Master Yoda and Mace Windu. She replayed those scenes over and over again in her head.

A feeling of nostalgia washed over her as she walked through the room and into the initiate training room. More lectures and training ran through her head. She remembered her small self training with an extremely short saber.

Stepping into the center of the room, she closed her eyes and let out a quiet whimper. Hundreds of meters away, she could feel the pain and anguish from Operation Nightfall. Death of hundreds if not thousands of Jedi at the hands of Anakin Skywalker and the 501st.

Younglings, Padawans, Knights and Masters. They were outnumbered, outgunned. With the force they had slain many, but it was Anakin Skywalker who was the one to put them down.

A friendly face with sulfuric glowing golden eyes, long brown wavy hair and a wreckless demeanor filled with self-hatred and anger. It was so cold, alone.

Kraytia opened her eyes and looked towards the ceiling. She fell to her knees and closed her eyes again. Imagining the Jedi younglings surrounding her, asking her to play music for them. Asking them to show her a new lightsaber or force technique, even dancing.

She could only smile quietly to herself until suddenly a specter appeared, a short green man stood in front of her. ”Hrrrm. Lonely, you are. Meditate you must, hmm.”

”Little old green ear, huh?” Her eyes narrowed on the force ghost which had willed itself to be in front of her.

It was Jedi Master Yoda, smiling at her kindly. Snickering at her little nickname she had given him decades ago. ”Redeemed, you have been, hm..” His eyes closed partially as Kraytia tried to pat his head, but her hand went directly through him as if he wasn't there. ”Your master's death, took a toll it did.”

Kraytia smiled at the old man, though her lower lip quivered as she was about to cry. To allow her sorrow and morose thoughts overcome her. ”My new master can bring you back... Master Yoda. He can bring you all back...”

Yoda's eyes trailed to the ground as he turned his body to the side, looking up the wall and towards the ceiling. His hands leaning into his cane as it pressed against the ground with ease.

”Twisted by the dark side, I'd become, from unnatural powers.” The Jedi Master argued with a kind tone, smiling at the selfish thought the former Jedi disciple had offered. ”There's no Death, young one. There is only the force.”

Kraytia chuckled inwardly, hugging herself quietly.

Del turned the corner and stopped, looking at the little green man who was standing in front of the vulnerable looking teen. ”Jedi?” He muttered under his breath in question. He didn't approach, he just turned on his heel and rejoined Iden.

For the most part the Officers and guards in the Palace gave them a large amount of room to move around. They couldn't affirm the orders from Rax, in addition they had been classified as secret. Even if they did try to affirm these orders, they'd probably be demoted or worse, executed for leaking them.