Star Wars_ Darth Bane 03_ Dynasty of Evil - Drew Karpyshyn [102]
Just before she had him pinned, however, a bolt of violet lightning shot forth from his palm. The woman countered by catching the bolt with one of her lightsaber blades. It absorbed the energy, emitting the strange, high-pitched hum Serra had heard earlier.
The two combatants were so focused on each other that neither had noticed Serra. She should have been terrified. She should have turned and fled, running back the way she had come. Yet she felt only the empty calm that had settled over her on discovering Lucia’s body.
Without any real sense of urgency, she turned and walked back down the hall to where her friend lay on the floor. Crouching down, she seized the muscular woman by her wrists and began to drag her down the hall, groaning under the strain as she walked backward.
Burdened by the weight, she made her way slowly back to the control room. The muscles in her neck, shoulders, and lower back began to throb almost immediately, but Serra didn’t stop. The sensation was muted, as numb and distant as her feelings of grief.
Eventually she reached the control room, but she didn’t pause at the self-destruct console. Instead, she dragged Lucia through the door at the back and, with some difficulty, hoisted her into the hold of the small escape shuttle. Then she returned to the keypad and punched in the self-destruct code. This time there was no hesitation before she pushed the CONFIRM button.
The sound of the alarms changed. Instead of the relentless clang-clang-clang warning of an escaped prisoner, it became a long, whooping wail.
Serra knew she had only a few minutes before the first series of explosions would begin, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Not yet.
Time seemed to stand still as she stood by the console, waiting expectantly. Hours seemed to pass, though in truth it was only a matter of minutes. And then she felt a small tremor beneath her feet … the shock wave from the first detonation in the deepest level of the facility. A few seconds later it was followed by another tremor, and then another after that.
Satisfied, she turned and headed out to the escape shuttle. The destruction of the Stone Prison had begun.
The Huntress had never faced a more frustrating opponent. Despite the lightsaber in his hand, the man refused to stand and fight. He ducked and ran back and forth between the hulls of the ships, moving from one hiding place to another, always a step ahead of her.
She could have sheathed her vibroblades and drawn the twin blasters tucked inside the folds of her cloak, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Her adversary was too quick for her to ever get a clear shot, and even if she did he’d probably just slap the bolt away with his lightsaber.
She caught a glimpse of him darting across the aisle between her shuttle and the one parked beside it. She didn’t chase him, though: she turned and ran behind her own shuttle, taking a path parallel to his in the hope of cutting him off.
Chewing the ground up with long, effortless strides she raced around the side of the ship, hoping to flank her unsuspecting opponent. Instead she came within a centimeter of being decapitated as his lightsaber came hurtling through the air toward her.
She let herself collapse to the ground, falling awkwardly back and to the side as her legs shot out from under her. The maneuver was ungainly, but it saved her life. The deadly energy blade whistled by her ear, slicing a thumb-sized chunk out of one of her horns before circling back on a tight arc and returning to her opponent’s hand.
Ignoring the stinging pain from her horn she scrambled back to her feet, vibroblades ready. But her opponent didn’t press his advantage; he disappeared again, vanishing around the nose of