The Rebel Faction

Dolash just stood there, confused and dumbstruck.

"Uh... Master... what do we do?"

He had no idea what was going on, what he should be doing, anything. Everything was just a jumble of confusion in him, and he flailed erratically about, trying to beat feeling back into quickly numbing limbs.

But he could still sense the same danger his master could, and his instincts screamed at him to run like the wind.

Dolash was deliriously confused, but followed his master nonetheless. What was that shadowy thing? What is this installation? Why is it going to blow up?

But he had no time to reflect on this, so he kept running along with his master. The first obstacle was the door, which was magnetically sealed. Donovin had his lightsaber, but who knows how long it would take to burn through it. Dolash reached forwards with both clawed hands, clamped down on the edges of the door, and with an all-mighty tug, ripped the door clean from it's hinges. The weight was immense, but he kept his balance and set the door to one side. The first thing they both felt was the onrush of warm air, which was a relief to their cold limbs.

"Not exactly elegant" admitted Dolash "But it worked. Where will this detonator be, master?"

Dolash closed his eyes. But silencing thought wasn't easy. Two different minds each had to cooridnate their efforts to not think, and that meant they had to think to each other. Eventually, everything quieted down, and he tried to focus.

Though his eyes were closed, he could see. This sight was not from his eyes, it flowed from other senses. But it was hazy, and faint. His masters' example, however, was a good one to follow, and emulating him he was able to grasp this skill. Why he was here, what this place was, who the shadowy figure was is irrelevent at this point, he merely focused, and searched.

He didn't recognise most of what he saw, and his masters' vision guided him. The explosive was difficult to find, he had to pass over each object in turn. Several times he thought he'd seen it, only to be dissapointed and find a lamp or a data-pad.

Finally, moving near the far end of the building, the far-sight came across an oddly shaped object. He'd never seen it before, and it counted ominously down. It was no clock, and its' inner workings were complex to say the least.

"That must be it!" Dolash cried, and he lost the train of farthought. Rashly, he hurried into the complex ahead of his master, determined to stop the device.

Dolash heard his master's message, but he seriously doubted he'd heed it, not that it was his choice anymore. As things began to crack ominously and spikes began to fly, Dolash's brain spiked suddenly, as the right-side took over. It had left Dolash to his own devices until now, but sometimes a klutz is not an ideal person to be when avoiding sharp objects.

Drawing on the force, a real strain still but getting more comfortable, Dolash put on a burst of speed, deciding he'd probably already activated any traps and now will have to run full-tilt. The thing he had seen was getting closer, but there were still many lengths of corridor between him and it. A metal spike jutted out suddenly from the ceiling, and Dolash whacked his head into it. He stumbled, and fell. But just as quickly, he was back up again, trying to keep to his feet.

Finally, after several more-near disasters, he leapt through a pair of closing magnetic doors, rolled, and stood in an infirmery room. Something on the table was ticking. He grabbed it, and gave it a good look.

It was a toaster with a clock on it.

Not a detonator.

Crap.

Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap...

What in the hell was he supposed to do with a toaster-thing? Dolash hurled it against the wall in panic, and his thoughts broke down into a gooey jello-like substance. What did this little walk even have to DO with Jedi training? What was he learning besides complete and utter fear and panic? He had to pull himself together and act fast.

One pulling-of-self-together later, Dolash concentrated once more. This time, his master was not there to guide him, and his search came out jumbled. Everything was blurry and unclear, it was hopeless.

A wall-panel nearby blew off and went flying towards him. He ducked, and it sliced into the wall. He didn't have much time, whatever was going on it seemed prepared to tear down the building long before the explosion went off. He concentrated once more, forcing his thoughts into harmony, but once again everything came apart. A sharp pain stabbed into his head as a blood-vessel exploded somewhere from too much concentration.

Too much concentration... thought the left half of his brain. That's it! Grabbing control of the body once more, Dolash's left side immeadietly had the body go limp. He stopped focussing, stoped thinking, just plain stopped, even as metal whirrled dangerously about him. The only thing he did was call on the force.

And it responded. It worked without his imput, he didn't have to force it. He let it flow through him, work for him, and the facility came into focus. Casting a force-eye across the building, he saw what he was looking for, the detonator.

Opening his eyes, he drew his sword and with an almighty swing cut a hole into the wall. Leaping through, he pressed through the facility at full tilt. Letting the force flow through him, he jumped jagged metal, dodged loose bolts flying free, and ducked beams of metal that came out of the wall. Kicking down another door, he rolled into what appeared to be a lab. Grabbing a ticking black device covered in wires from the table, he hurled it to the ground and stamped it into oblivion.

The ticking stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then a jagged iron girder came loose and shot through his left leg.

Cursing followed.

EDIT: *Loud hacking cough noise*