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From: Colin Ford <Phoenix@chdpf.demon.co.uk>
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After taking a short breck in the Canaries, I've got another
two chapters to post. As Usual, any critisim is welcome and 
the usual appolgies for any bad spelling or grammar.

	Liberator 7.

	Delvin was sat in a small, dark, damp smelling basement. The 
basement was in a house in the city of  Holing. The city was situated on 
the planet of Trithur, which in turn was situated in the Morris Sector. If 
it wasn't for the fact that the Morris Sector had just fallen to the Empire, 
then Delvin wouldn't have been stuck in the basement in the first place.
	If you are wanted by the empire, while hiding in a cellar, when 
some Stormtroopers are searching the house above, normally you would  
be, at the very least, scared. Delvin wasn't. He could control those 
feelings that would cloud his thinking. He'd learnt how this do by 
studying under Jedi Master Skywalker. 
        Slowly he ran through most of the techniques that he had been 
taught on Yavin 4, in preparation of the fighting which was to come. He 
let his senses stretch out, feeling for the impressions of the troopers and 
the people upstairs. Two muffled blast shots sounded from upstairs and 
two of the impressions winked out with a quick stab of pain.
Delvin caught himself before he cried out. His two friends, and 
now he's been left alone. Delvin pulled out his lightsabre and prepared 
himself. Sure enough the door exploded and two troopers ran in. Delvin 
ignited his sabre and felt the force guide his sabre bounce the bolts back 
at the two troopers.
They both keeled over when their own bolts hit them. Delvin 
took advantage of the open door and started to run. Another trooper 
rounded a corner and Delvin`s blade met another target. He dashed up 
the stairs and out the back door into an alley way.
Escape was foremost on his mind. The spaceport was only a 
few kilometres away, if he played things quiet he might make it to a 
ship. Hope seemed to be the only thing keeping him going. He darted 
down the alleyway until he reached the opening onto the street. He 
glanced about to see roadblocks set up and an imperial chariot speeder 
outside the house.
There was something wrong with the speeder. He focused on it 
and got impressions from it. One of which had power similar to his 
own, but colder. He looked around and noticed a small manhole cover 
back in the alleyway. He rushed back to it and got in, dropping the 
cover over his head.
If he thought the cellar was dark, then this was impossible to 
see in, for a normal man, not a Jedi trainee. Devin let himself relax and 
slowly the darkness was changed into a visible  source. He lowered 
himself down the ladder until he reached the bottom and he looked at 
the tunnel.
It was a large sewer four meters in height and arch shaped. The 
Spaceport was to the North, however this sewer seemed only to run 
east-west. He started west, away from the Spaceport. He hoped that the 
tunnel took a turn in the direction he wanted. 


	Schedik got out of the house and operated his comlink. "Yes. 
He was there."
	Trake`s voice came from the comlink. "Good. We've smoked 
him out. Now we throw him on the fire. Schedik go to the cordon three 
and wait for me there. If you see our little Jedi then scare him back to 
me. "
	"Sir ,I know he's using the sewers. I can feel his presence from 
here."
	"I know Schedik, just do as I say. Remember that I've got to 
deal with him, Myself! "


	Delvin stopped and let out a deep breath. The Spaceport 
loomed ahead. He knew that amongst the honeycomb of landing pits, he 
would find a small ship he could run with. He also noticed the two 
guards that were checking everyone who walked in or out of the Main 
Entrance. Already a queue of people were building, waiting to check 
into the building.
	Delvin smiled, Luke had once told him of the time the old Jedi 
master Obi-wan Kenobi had fooled some troopers at Mos Isley, and 
Delvin knew that trick. He took his place in the queue. 
	When it was his turn, He turned over his New Republic 
Passport to the guard and as he did so, reached out with the force. The 
guard examined it and then looked back up at Delvin.
	"My papers are all in order." He whispered.
	"Your papers are all in order, head for your ship." Repeated 
the guard, with a glazed look.
	Delvin took back his papers and went to the departure lounge, 
He looked about, found the male rest-room and pondered his next 
move. He had to get passage off system. 
He entered the rest-room. The small white room was clean and 
smelt of cleaning fluid. It had a row of cubicles down the left side of it 
and the wash basins were down the right. Delvin reached out with his 
senses but found no-one. He sighed. He walked over and washed his 
hands and face and looked in the mirror.
He knew he was a small man, only about 5' 3", and his short 
curly brown hair and green eyes looked back at him. He seemed to be a 
lot paler than normal. Delvin decided that he had good reason to  look 
that bad, as he washed his hands. He dried his hands and left the rest-
room. He didn't see, or even feel the  presence of, Schedik who stepped 
out of one of the cubicles, once he'd left.
Delvin walked to the departure board. He looked through the 
list of the docked freighters in the vain hope of finding a familiar name. 
He wasn't suprised that there weren't ships he recognised. Even the 
prices were too high for what little currency he had. He did not have the 
heart to pull the same trick on someone who's livelihood would depend 
on his money.
	Working passage was available on a couple of ships, a small 
stock light freighter and a large passage liner. He opted for the more 
discrete freighter and called up the docking bay number. 	

	Delvin opened the door to the landing pit and walked in. he 
cleared his throat. The ship was a small ghortic freighter. Not as long as 
a YT-1300 but was wider and gave the impression of being a lot "fatter" 
than your average freighter.
	"Is anybody there ? I've come about the working passage." He 
called. 
	The landing ramp lowered and a man walked down it. He was 
almost two metres high and he wore the standard flight suit that looked 
as if it had been pulled through a nebula backwards. He looked in mid-
fifties with short black hair and a weathered face. He had a unlighted 
cigar in his mouth.
	"Passage eh?" he said "You got your travel documents. We're 
one stop only, to Lisham. That OK by you ? "
	Delvin nodding, walked up to him and handed over his 
passport. The man's eyebrow raised. "New Republic. Trying to get out 
before the Empire clamps down huh ? "
	Delvin got a strange impression from the stranger, he seemed 
too curious and added to the fact the Empire had already clamped 
down, it made him suspicious. Delvin tried to read the man's sense but 
instead he took an involuntary step backwards .
	"Very good. I didn't think you'd think to do that." Said the 
man, who's features started to change as he spoke.
	Delvin reached inside his jacket and pulled out his lightsabre at 
the ready. The man had finished changing, before Delvin stood a figure 
dressed in black, with cyberplating over one side of his face. He also 
produced a lightsabre and ignited it.
	Delvin felt that he had no choice, he ignited his sabre. He felt 
another presence in his mind and quickly erected his mental shields and 
pushed the presence out. 
	"You're Delvin Wallace, pupil of Luke Skywalker and in final 
training. Your expected to pass. " said the man moving his lightsabre to 
an attacking poise.
	"You have me at a disadvantage, Who are you.? " replied 
Delvin moving his sabre to a defensive position. The attacks came quick 
and fast as the stranger swung in his direction. Delvin blocked every 
blow but was forced back until he was halfway to the wall. The sabres 
fused for a second, locking both opponents together.
	"I am Grand Inquisitor Trake. " announced the Stranger, "and 
it is good to know that you have been taught the basics at least."
	He pulled his sabre down forcing the blades to the floor and 
kicked out at Delvin, who caught the blow in the stomach. He fell to the 
floor, his lightsabre falling by his side. Delvin rolled towards it and 
picked it up. Trake cut through the ground where he'd just been. Delvin 
picked up a handful of sand from the floor and threw it at his opponent, 
while getting to his feet.
	Trake was blinded for a second but still lunged in the direction 
of Delvin, who jumped over Trake and landed behind him, igniting his 
sabre again. Trake turned round and faced him again. He smiled at 
Delvin who was shaking. Out of fear or adrenaline, he couldn't tell.
	"That's quite good." he complemented Delvin, " but I can see 
this is getting out of hand." And with that he raised his human hand. 
Delvin was unsure at what was happening but moved his lightsabre to 
parry any attack.
	Suddenly, blue bolts flew from Trake's hand. Delvin caught 
them on his lightsabre but it was too much. The lightsabre dropped from 
his grip. Trake poured the bolts into Delvin who, screaming in agony, 
fell to the floor next to the lightsabre.
In a desperate attempt to control the pain, he called on the 
force the way Luke had taught him. The pain lessened and he slowly 
crawled towards his sabre. The bolts stopped. He was almost at his 
sabre when he saw it rise in the air and come apart into it's component 
parts. He felt a rush of regret from Trake which puzzled him. 
"There is no pain, there is the force", Delvin recited the 
thought in his mind and kept repeating it to calm his fear.
"I'm sorry but I have to do this. " He heard Trake's voice from 
behind him. Delvin could hear the regret as well. "It is a shame to loose 
anyone with power, but you would not have turned to my way of 
thinking."
Delvin turned over to look at him. Trake pulled his sabre down 
and cut into the helpless figure. Delvin cried and collapsed and then his 
body faded away, leaving behind only his clothes. Trake looked down 
at them for a moment and then sighed.
"He was more advanced than he though." He said.
"Congratulations Master !" he heard from the entrance to the 
landing bay. Trake turned to face Schedik.
"There is no need for back-patting Schedik! I want those 
clothes examined. I couldn't extract the location of the Academy from 
his mind. "
" That is ... " Schedik searched for the right phrase that would 
least anger his master, " a set-back."
"Never mind." Replied Trake, surprisingly calm, "We can 
learn from this, never the less. I can examine his documents and the 
way he built his sabre. " 
"Is that all ? " asked Schedik.
"Yes, that is all and we have inadvertently confirmed our 
presence here to certain individuals, we have to be more vigilant from 
now on."  Trake said as he left the Landing Bay. "Carry On Mr. 
Schedik