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Authors: Sean Williams
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curving tank walls
created the illusion of arched ceilings high above.
The system's primary added to the superficial beauty of the scene by casting beams
of weak light in downward-sloping diagonal lines from his right to his left, in
which dust motes danced languidly on the air.
But beneath it all the stench of decay remained, and with every step he took the
floor shifted and creaked. Wires and decaying insulation protruded from the seams.
In every corner lurked piles of rubbish that might have been festering since the
Empire's founding.
As he walked cautiously forward, feeling the nearness of Kazdan Paratus but
uncertain of his exact location, one of the rubbish piles stirred. From it stepped a
humanoid machine made from the junked droid parts he had expected to find on his
journey.
The braincase of an FX-8 medical droid was bolted onto a body cobbled together from
several types of outdated protocol models. Its limbs appeared to come from a mixture
of EV and B1 battle droids, tipped with instruments and tools that wouldn't looked
out of place in a workshop. Its sole functioning photoreceptor glared a bright,
furious yellow. Its lurching gait achieved an appreciable speed before he sliced its
head off.
A second patchwork droid emerged from a different rubbish pile, followed by a third.
The sound of more droid golems stirring line from elsewhere in the Temple. The
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apprentice fought them ¨ with practiced ease. He had been dueling PROXY all his
life; knew the weaknesses and strengths of droids, even one capable, by a clever use
of repulsor technologies and a specially adapted antique training lightsaber, of
imitating a Jedi. Ones such as these, with barely a matching part among them, were
child's play.
Soon the foyer was full of the twitching, smoking bodies of the temple's hapless
guardians. He began to tire, not from exertion but from the tedium of knocking down
droid after droid, to no apparent end. There might have been thousands of them.
Deactivating his lightsaber, he took a deep breath. With one mighty exhalation of
power, he blasted all of them-those in pieces and those approaching with
needle-tipped fingers and vibrosaws upraised-out of the foyer doors. Then he blasted
the rubbish piles after them. He kept pushing until a dark cloud toured out over
Raxus Prime's hideous landscape-an artificial hurricane full of droid golems.
When the foyer was clear, the apprentice straightened. He was no longer pushing with
the Force, but the floor beneath him shook nonetheless. A heavy booming sound came
from deeper in the Temple, and was getting louder. He had certainly attracted
someone's attention now.
A huge junk golem smashed through a nearby wall, servomotors growling, brandishing
two of the biggest vibro-axes he had ever seen, one in each hand. It took two steps
toward him and blinked its enormous photoreceptors in barely restrained hostility
"You dare invade the Jedi Temple?" boomed a voice from its armor-plated chest. "You
dare challenge the Jedi in our home?"
Before he could point out the stark obviousness of the situation-that the Jedi were
virtually nonexistent and that this hardly constituted their home-the massive golem
lunged for him. Constructed around the body of a heavy-lifting labor droid, it
sported numerous appendages apart from the two holding the axes. Each was tipped
with a different weapon, whirring, rasping, and sizzling. The racket it made as it
charged was even more fearsome than its aspect.
The apprentice dodged away and temporarily lost his footing as the floor buckled
underneath the thing's weight. Igniting his lightsaber, he slashed one of the
reaching appendages clean off and batted another aside with a firm telekinetic
punch. Recovering his balance, he sent a wave of lightning rippling across its
corroded carapace, but that barely slowed it down.
One of the vibro-axes slid over his head and
created the illusion of arched ceilings high above.
The system's primary added to the superficial beauty of the scene by casting beams
of weak light in downward-sloping diagonal lines from his right to his left, in
which dust motes danced languidly on the air.
But beneath it all the stench of decay remained, and with every step he took the
floor shifted and creaked. Wires and decaying insulation protruded from the seams.
In every corner lurked piles of rubbish that might have been festering since the
Empire's founding.
As he walked cautiously forward, feeling the nearness of Kazdan Paratus but
uncertain of his exact location, one of the rubbish piles stirred. From it stepped a
humanoid machine made from the junked droid parts he had expected to find on his
journey.
The braincase of an FX-8 medical droid was bolted onto a body cobbled together from
several types of outdated protocol models. Its limbs appeared to come from a mixture
of EV and B1 battle droids, tipped with instruments and tools that wouldn't looked
out of place in a workshop. Its sole functioning photoreceptor glared a bright,
furious yellow. Its lurching gait achieved an appreciable speed before he sliced its
head off.
A second patchwork droid emerged from a different rubbish pile, followed by a third.
The sound of more droid golems stirring line from elsewhere in the Temple. The
Page 27
star_wars_the_force_unleashed_by_sean_williams
apprentice fought them ¨ with practiced ease. He had been dueling PROXY all his
life; knew the weaknesses and strengths of droids, even one capable, by a clever use
of repulsor technologies and a specially adapted antique training lightsaber, of
imitating a Jedi. Ones such as these, with barely a matching part among them, were
child's play.
Soon the foyer was full of the twitching, smoking bodies of the temple's hapless
guardians. He began to tire, not from exertion but from the tedium of knocking down
droid after droid, to no apparent end. There might have been thousands of them.
Deactivating his lightsaber, he took a deep breath. With one mighty exhalation of
power, he blasted all of them-those in pieces and those approaching with
needle-tipped fingers and vibrosaws upraised-out of the foyer doors. Then he blasted
the rubbish piles after them. He kept pushing until a dark cloud toured out over
Raxus Prime's hideous landscape-an artificial hurricane full of droid golems.
When the foyer was clear, the apprentice straightened. He was no longer pushing with
the Force, but the floor beneath him shook nonetheless. A heavy booming sound came
from deeper in the Temple, and was getting louder. He had certainly attracted
someone's attention now.
A huge junk golem smashed through a nearby wall, servomotors growling, brandishing
two of the biggest vibro-axes he had ever seen, one in each hand. It took two steps
toward him and blinked its enormous photoreceptors in barely restrained hostility
"You dare invade the Jedi Temple?" boomed a voice from its armor-plated chest. "You
dare challenge the Jedi in our home?"
Before he could point out the stark obviousness of the situation-that the Jedi were
virtually nonexistent and that this hardly constituted their home-the massive golem
lunged for him. Constructed around the body of a heavy-lifting labor droid, it
sported numerous appendages apart from the two holding the axes. Each was tipped
with a different weapon, whirring, rasping, and sizzling. The racket it made as it
charged was even more fearsome than its aspect.
The apprentice dodged away and temporarily lost his footing as the floor buckled
underneath the thing's weight. Igniting his lightsaber, he slashed one of the
reaching appendages clean off and batted another aside with a firm telekinetic
punch. Recovering his balance, he sent a wave of lightning rippling across its
corroded carapace, but that barely slowed it down.
One of the vibro-axes slid over his head and
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