Weapon of the Empire. (Tarik's Tale)
Chapter Four, part six.
Imperial times- Coruscant
They opened the door, and found the hallway deserted. "This seem weird to anyone else?" Derek said, limping along beside them. Tarik sniffed, flicking his tongue.
"No troopers," he said, surprised.
"You don�t think...... Vader?" Mina said, looking at the group.
"Naah, he wouldn�t help us," Derek said, then looked down at Tarik, "Would he?" Tarik flicked his tongue, suppressing a comment.
"That way," he
said, walking off down the hallway without hesitating. They shrugged and followed
him, still looking around at the deserted detention center warily as they walked.
"Ok, this is way too creepy," Derek muttered as they reached the information extraction rooms. "Not one guard, stormtrooper or officer in the entire place," he mused, astonished and unsettled.
Tarik whined and placed a hand on the door to one
of the interrogation chambers. Mina drew in an uncertain breath, waiting with the
others as Tarik opened the door.
Derek swore, Minero muttered some sort of prayer, and Mina just gasped. Tarik whined softly, leaning on the door and looking into the cell.
"Oh, Nyan," Mina
said, her heart sinking at the sight before them.
-----------End CChapter Four---------
(Yes, it's a cliffhanger!)
© 2000 Michelle Petrosky