The doors slowly part and reveals a lone dark figure standing just beyond.

Dark and mysterious and menacing, he slowly raises his black hooded head,
revealing his face, then, he opens his eyes.

Eys unlike anyother. Intense golden yellow and blood red - like the molten
core of a planet.
Face black with blood red, jagged, angular tribal-like designs, covering
the entirety of his face.

Standing to his full true hight, his features intense and terror envoking,
his lips hard and eyes full of intense hatred and darkness. He raises his
black gloved hands to the edge of his deep hood and carefully, slowly and
with grace, he raises his hood from his head, back and allows it to settle
unceremoniously upon his broad shoulders.

Upon a head devoid of hair, covered as well in blood red and black, a
crown of pointed horns pretruding through skin and a smaller horn before
each black ear - ten in all.

He grasps the edges of his black robe and opening his robe, he shrugs out
of it - one shoulder then the other and allows it to fall to his black
booted feet upon the highly polished floor.

His right hand grasps hold of his metallic weapon and unfastening it from
his belt, he moves it from his hipin a graceful display of skill over his
head then his left hand grasps hold of the weapon as he moves his weapon
before him, pulling his left hand back and away as he steps into a defensive
posture.

With an unseen flick of his thumb, a brilliant beam of red energy emerges
from the end of the weapon pointed to his left. And most dramatically, a
second glowing blade of red energy emerges from the opposite end of the long
cylindrical weapon.

He then moves - charging forward, attacking and defending.

I watch with wide eyes, feeling helpless, and the sense of terrible dander
and forboding...and darkness about me.

Why am I here? I watch the battle take place before my very eyes, having
found myself suddenly standing in the center of a battle between humans and
droids.

Though I am surrounded by the firefight,my eyes and attention are drawn to
the other battle - the battle between the dark man and two men dressed in
light colors, they too weilding weapons like the dark man, but of a single
blade of blue and green.

I feel drawn to their intense battle, feeling the heat and the sounds of
the bolts of energy fly passed back and forth as I make my way toward the
three waged in a sword battle.

Suddenly a strange looking star fighter of somekind flies over my head,
firing at the three droids that fire their weapons at the humans, then the
fighter darts out of the hanger bay.

The firefight ceases and all that is left is the three men battling
fiercely and mercilessly.

I seem to be part of all that takes place, and yet I am not, for no one
appears to have realized that I am here. I am aware that I am known - my
presence felt but I am unseen.

The battle continues, two against one from front and back but the dark man
fends off their attacks with skill and mastery.

They move toward a sealed doorway but suddenly the dark man breaks away
from the other two and flipping through the air, the dark man lands
perfectly upon his feet. He outstretches his left hand and pointing two
fingers toward a non-functional droid upon the floor. Then, as if by his own
will, he sends his left hand to point at the sealed door behind him,
watching as the droid flies through the air and slams into a control panel
upon the wall beside the door, sending sparks to rain down where the droid
and control panel meet.

The dark man instantly returns his attention back to his foes, all the
while stepping backward as the two other men begin to attack the dark man
once again.

They pass through the now open doorway and the dark man breaks from the
other two once again, and back to the edge of the floor - to the precipous.

The two men attempt to attack the dark man but one of them, the one
weilding the blue blade of energy, is suddenly forcedbackward - only
allowing the other man weilding the green bladed weapon to come forward to
attack the dark man.

But before the green blade weilder can attack the dark man, the dark man
leaps backward into the air, flipping, then lands upon a catwalk of some
kind, at an astonishing distance away.

Then together, the two light dressed men leap into the air and land upon
the catwalk right before the dark man, raising their blades to strike but
both are blocked by the dark man's single crimson blade of light and energy.

I pass through the doorway, my bare feet stinging from the chill of the
highly polished stone floors, the bottom edge of my nightgown dancing softly
about my ankles as I approach the edge of the floor where the three men had
just been.

I watch as the battle moves down the catwalk and up more levels,but I
quickly realize that I cannot follow, unable to move or leap the great
distance the three men had with great ease.

Where am I? I look about for someway to follow and I find a pathway along
the wall toward what appears to be an elevator of somekind. I take the clear
walled elevator, loosing sight of the three fighters momentarily until I see
the dark man land hard upon his bakc on the catwalk a short distance from
me, then the man weilding the green blade drops from the catwalk above and
lands perfectly upon his feet beside the dark man lying upon his back. But
the dark man quickly knocks the other man away and is instantly upon his
feet again.

I exit the elevator as I notice the dark man and his remaining opponant
battle one another, the dark man backing slowly toward another doorway and
instantly the walls of pink begins to seperate behind him.

Their battle continues down the corrador, the walls opening one by one
behind the dark man as they move gradually down the corrador.

Suddenly, as I near the center of the catwalk, the other man, the one who
weilds the blue blade, appears from the side of the catwalk, landing upon it
firmly then notices his companion and the dark man fighting as they move
down the corrador.

The young man races down the catwalk and passed the first few walls of
pin, then the walls suddenly appear and is stopped in his tracks, finding
his compaion seperated from the dark man by a wall of pink.

I make my way toward the corrador, stopping as I come to the first see
through wall of pink and looking beyond the light clothed man closest to me,
I notice the other man kneeling upon his knees as the dark man paces back
and forth like a caged tiger, just waiting for the moment he can pounce when
the gates are opened.

Part II

Suddenly the man before me activates his weapon and the walls begin to
open - starting with the one seperating the other man and the dark man.

As soon as the walls open, the dark man and his opponant begin their fight
again, the blue wielder racing down the corrador, I right behind but we are
stopped once gaain as the pink walls re-erect - the blue blade weilder
seperated from the battle by the last wall and I in the wall behind him.

The battle rages on and the dark man finds an opening - slaming the side
of his weapon in his foes face, dazing him and with a quick turn, the dark
man send the red blade of his double ended weapon straight through the
stomach of his opponant with a blackward thrust of his weapon.

Instantly I hear the blue blade weilder cry out loud in total disbelief
and then the dark man appears, pacing before his new opponant.

I can feel the intense rage and hatred flowing from the man caught in the
wall before me and he activates his weapon. The walls open before him and
lunges at the dark man who paces before him impatiently.

The wall before me parts and I carefully move forward but not into the
circular shaped room beyond the corrador, I stand just inside the room, my
back pressed against the cold wall of the corrador just feet from the
re-erected wall.

This is the closest I have dared to be to the intense battle and I can
smell smoke and ozone in the air.

The dark man kicks the other man sideways in the face, but the other man
quickly recovers and continues his attack.

Suddenly the blue blade of the light clothed man flies down and through
the center of the dark man's weapon and then the dark man is knocked onto
his back upon the floor.

I watch with wide eyes as the man moves toward the dark man, prepared to
give the deathblow, but is knocked away and the dark man is quickly upon his
feet again.

The battle continues, the dark man fighting with the working remainder of
his weapon, with just as much grace, skill and mastery as before his weapon
was sliced in half.

They fight before me, the man in dark, the man in light and suddenly
raising his hand before him, the dark man's opponant appears to be blasted
by an intense gust of air when I feel and hear none and the dark man's
opponant stumbles backward, disappearing down the massive circular hole in
the center of the circular room.

The dark man backs toward me and standing right beside me, to my right, I
gasp when I feel his left hand grasp hold of my right.

And within that moment which seems like forever, I feel his fingers wrap
gently about my hand, the heat of his hand through the leather of his black
glove, and a strange dark energy unlike I have ever felt before, pass
through his hand into mine, up my arm and course throughout my body.

"I have waited for you my little one." I hear a most magnificent dark
liquid velvet male voice in my mine and it makes my breath catch in my
throat as shiver races up my spine and brings the hairs upon the back of my
neck to rise.

"And soon, the time will come." The silky dark voice speaks criptically.

Then the dark man releases my hand, steps toward the edge of the hole and
kicks his opponants weapon lying upon the floor, over the edge of the hole
with the side of his black booted right foot.

He then swings the crimson red blade of his weapon along the edge of the
hole, sending sparks flying and raining down into the hole.

The dark man stops, looking down into the hole at something and I then see
something move out of the corner of my right eye. And suddenly, I see the
man who the dark man been fighting, fly up and over the dark man's head,
noticing a metallic object fly toward the still living man. Landing behind
the dark man, right before me, the dark man turns and finds his opponant
right before him and before the dark man could do anything, his opponant
activates the new weapon in his hand and sends the green blade flying
straight through the middle of the dark man.

Instantly I scream in utter pain - my middle burning with a pain unlike I
have ever felt beofre and wrapping my arms about my stomach, tears slip from
my eyes as I fall to my knees, in indescribable pain.

But despite my pain, I watch in disbelief, despair and anger as the dark
man seems to look upon me as he gasps for breath, his eyes brilliant but
seem fading. He slowly closes his eyes and falls backward into the hole
behind him.

"Come for me my little one." I hear the voice in my mind again, but it is
filled with great pain and urgency. "Come for me now."

I cry out loud and the one who defeated the dark man suddenly looks about
as if he could hear me, but then deactivates his weapn. I watch with tear
hazed eyes as the one remaining fighter moves quickly and falls to his knees
beside the body of the other man the dark man had been fighting. I had not
noticed the body until now.

"He is the chosen one. He will bring balance. Train him." I hear the voice
of the dying man and then the soft sobs of the man holding to him.

Though, despite being in great pain, I fight to stand and finally upon my
feet, I move cautiously toward the fighter who holds to the body of his
fallen companion.

Standing before them, finding the other man dead, I watch as the living
man slowly raises his head and I then find his eyes upon me - instantly
going wide and the blue color of his eyes darken as if they were a storm.

He looks upon me, eyes wide, slowly rising to his feet, holding his weapon
in his right hand as if prepared to fight or expect attack.

And then I realize that he can see me.

"Who are you?" He demands aloud in anger - or atleast what seems to be.

I cannot think, talk, move or breathe - frozen through and through by
sheer terror. But suddenly I catch sight of a doorway opposite the one
through which we entered and I feel drawn toward the doorway with an intense
sense of urgency.

"Who are you?" He questions again, softer this time for he apparently
noticed the sheer terror on my face.

"Go! Now!" I hear the voice in my mind and heeding it, I quickly turn and
race toward the doorway I had seen just moments ago.

"Hey! Stop!" I hear the man call out to me but I do not listen and I pass
through the doorway.

I find myself stantind on another catwalk and the sense of urgency pulls
me across the catwalk to the opposite side where I find an elevator that
leads down the wall of the abysmal-like room.

I enter the elevator and as soon as I turn about, I gasp in fear as I find
the one who had slain the dark man, racing across the catwalk toward me and
just as I find myself standing virtually face to face with the man who slew
the dark man.

His eyes so dark and crystal clear that they send a hard shiver to course
through my body.

Then, as the elevator begins to descend, our eyes locked to one anothers
until I disappear behind the floor of the catwalk.

His icy blue eyes had chilled me to the bone - I could see the hatred,
rage and desbelief and surprise. I shiver once again, feeling the sense of
great urgency and the pull upon me the farther the elevatoer descends it
becomes greater - stronger.

The farther down the elevatoer travels, I can feel the strange dark
energies that I felt pass from the hand of the dark man into mine, inside
me, begin to grow stronger and I can feel the dark energy in every fiber of
my being.

It is intoxicating and wonderful - dark, yet warm and protective in its
own way. It hold to me with its dark embrace, weaving itself throughout my
body, becoming part of me.

"Little One." I hear the dark male voice in my mind again, but it is a
whisper filled with great pain.

"I am coming!" I call out, hoping to be heard, my voice echoing for what
seems like an eternity off the endless walls of where ever I am.

I am suddenly jolted out of my reverie in the dark energy that gradually
fills my entire body and grows stronger with every passing moment, as the
elevator stops and looking about, I realize that the elevator has reached
the very bottom of the massive room.

The doors of the elevator open before me and cautiously I exit the
elevator and I catch sight of a long corrador clear across the room from
where I stand. I am pulled toward the corrador and allowing whatever pulls
me to lead me to the corrador.

I cross the expance of the massive room, my barefeet stinging slightly
upon the cold stone floor, my long brown hari dancing with my movemenst
against my read and upper thighs.

I look upon the walls of the massive room. They are white with lights, but
the lower levels of the massive room is poorly lit except by the massive
tubes of light running straight up from the floor to the almost unseeable
ceiling, in the room.

"It must be a power generator or something." I think as I make my way
toward the corrador and I then enter the corradore, oblivious to waht may be
ahead.

I grasp to the sides o fmy white nightgown as my nerves become tense and
my stomache become knots - the fear of not knowing what lies ahead.

I finally come to the end of the long corrador, to a pair of double doors
seald down the center.

"The keypad - 575025." I hear the male voice whisper, still filled with
great pain.

I find a backlit keypad along side the doors on the right side and looking
at the keys, I find the letters, numbers - whatever they are, are unlike
anything I have seen before, but I can read them - they are numbers.

I carefully press the first three numbers but the sense of urgency
increases ten fold and I quickly jpress the remaining numbers in the proper
order as the voice had told me.

I press the last key, I take a step back and slowly, the double doors part
and I am instantly blinded by a cloud of fog.

"Come to me little one - pass through the fog." The voice, the dark sultry
voice speaks in my mind and I am urged to apss through the fog.

I take a deep breath, I close my eyes and I pass through the wall of
white.

I stop and opening my eyes, I find myself standing in a circular room, the
walls leading straight up for what seems to be forever.

And then something black as night catches my eye not far from me, upon the
cold polished stone floor.

I turn my eyes to what I had seen and instantly I gasp at what I find: the
dark man, lying face down, his lower half lying not far from his upper half.

I am filled with dispair, sadness, pity, loss - a loss as if I had lost
something of greatest value to me.

Slowly I move toward him and carefully I kneel down beside him. I have never
been this close to a man like him - the dark man. As I look upon him, the
top of his head, the black and the visible areas of red, I glance at his
horns and I begin to wonder what they feel like. Are they hard or soft? Are
they hot or cool? Are they shrap or blunt?

I kneel upon the floor beside him, I raise my ;eft hand and holding my
hand only inches above his head, I hesitate.

Then the fingertip of my middle finger touches the tip of one of his
horns, and instantly I gasp with fear as suddenly something grabs hold of my
right hand, and looking to my right hand, I find his black gloved right hand
holding to mine - and I can feel his fingers squeeze my hand.

HE IS STILL ALIVE!!

Carefully I roll him over onto my lap, his hand still holding to mine. My
arm under his neck, his broken but still living body lying across my lap, I
gently begin to run my fingers along his right cheek, feeling tiny droplets
of sweat and how smooth his skin is.

As I run my fingers along his ckeek, attempting to soothe him in any way I
can, I hear a soft moan escape his lips.

"Little One." His lips move just slightly as he speaks the name that the
voice in my mind kept calling me...and I then realize that the dark man had
the same exact dark, liquid velvet voice that made my heart seem to skip a
beat and my insides quiver at the sound of it.

"I am here." I whisper in a soothing tone, running my fingertips along the
line between red and black just below his ckeek bone. I do not know what to
do for him, but just hold him and bring as much comfort I can to him.

The beautiful dark lashes upon his lids begin to flutter and slowly I see
his eyes open, revealing eyes unlike anyother I have seen before - intense
golden yellow llike the sun and red like blood...his eyes almost appear as
if they are fire. And they burn me straight to my very being.

He looks up at me, pain obvious upon his handsome and exotic face, yet
what appears to be a grin sneaks its way across his lips - but just faintly.

Part III

He slips his hand from mine and though very weak, he raises both
arms above himself and pulling back the cuff of the glove on his
right hand, I see a wide metal wristband about his wrist. He then
begins to press a series of small buttons on the band - and the band
makes a few sounds then silence.

He lowers his arms but his right hand takes hold of my left and
holding to my hand, he places my hand upon his chest were I feel the
hard beating of his heart.

I can feel the heat of his body through his black clothing and I
begin to wonder if he is naturally hot or that is is caused by his
intense pain.

I am actually stupified that the dark man is still alive after the
fatal wound he suffers and falling such a greath distance. He closes
his magnificent eyes as he tries to take a deep breath but begins to
cough and he growls in anger and pain.

Minutes jpass, I continue all I can to comfort the dark man, to
soothe whatever pains he has - even wish to take his pain into myself
to lessen his.

He opens his eyes.

"No, you cannot. It would kill you, my beautiful little one." The
dark man speaks suddenly as if he had heard my thoughts and again he
grasps hold of my hand and holds my hand upon his chest.

I hear the double doors open behind me and with fear, I hear the
soft sounds of what I can only thing of as whiring. The dark man hold
my hand to his chest, gently squeezing my hand as if to reasure me.

"Fear not. They are Dark Eyes." The dark man exclaims and I hear
the sounds move closer to use, then to my left, just before and I
raise me eyes to see what it or they could be.

I find two hovering black balls with a single antennae and a large
black glass eye in the center - droids?

"Master?" I hear one of the black balls the dark man had called
Dark Eyes, speak with an electronic voice, but it is quite obvious
there was concern in its tone.

"Assist her. Whatever she needs, do it." The dark man orders the
floating Dark Eyes, then grits his teeth with a growl. "Return me to
Scimitar."

"Yes Master." Both Dark Eyes answer as one and then spin about in
place apparently assessing the magnitude of the situation, then
return their attention back to the dark man and I.

"My Lady," One of the Dark Eye's speaks to me, "we must go to
Scimitar. We will return quickly." And then the droids race away.

Minutes pass, but the grip of the dark man's hand of mine remains
amazingly strong. I would have expected him to grow weaker as the
time passes, but he remains strong.

How did I get here?

Minutes seem to pass like an eternity and I then hear the doors
open once again as the whiring sounds of the Dark Eye droids near me.

They suddenly appear before us again.

"How does our master fair, my Lady?" One of the droids ask, tilting
forward it seems to look upon its master, the dark man.

"The same as before, I suppose." I glance down upon the dark man,
his face, then back to the hovering black ball before me. "But we
must get him out of here quickly."

"Here, we must place him in this - it will keep him in perfect
staysis until a physician is located and repairs our master."

The a strange tube-like object appears not far before me, hovering
perfectly some few feet above the floor.

"We put him in that and he will be just fine?" I ask, unsure as to
what to do and not wanting anything to happen to the dark man as
Instantly realize that I am utterly attracted to him and I feel an
intense bond - connection to him that I cannot explain.

"Yes." The Dark Eye droid answers and turns about to see what the
other droid is doing at the staysis tube.

"Alright, I hope it works." I return with a sigh as I look upon the
face of the dark man, his eyes closed but I know somehow - someway
that he is wide awake. I then return my attention back to the droid
still hovering before me. "What do I need to do? How can I help?"

"Assist in lifting and placing our master withink the chamber and
that is all." The droid turns and looks to my left to where the lower
half of the dark man lies upon the highly polished stone floor. "We
shall place his lower half in first, then assist you in his upper
half."

I nod my head in agreement and return my attention to the dark man,
feeling the heat of his exotic body travel upon my arm which holds
him up and through my hand and up my arm to course throughout my body.

I raise my eyes to find the two Dark Eye droids and I find them
carefully lifting the dark man's lower half up from the floor bu use
of two small arms. I can hear their whiring sounds grow louder to
compensate for the added weight. But slowly, carefully, they lower
the dark man's lower half into the staysis chamber in the proper
position. They then turn and look to me and their master lying across
my lap.

Now to move the dark man's upper half from upon the floor into the
staysis chamber.

It takes a bit of effort, but the Dark Eyes and I to get the dark
man's upper half body into the staysis chamber.

I stand beside the chamber, looking upon the red and black face of
the dark man, his hand gripping mine to his chest once again. He
opens his beautiful golden yellow and red eyes, and I find that they
seem to glow - like fire, the molten core of a planet.

"My Lady, we must take our master quickly to Scimitar. Come, follow
us." One of the Dark Eye droids exclaims as it presses a series of
keys upon a keypad with its small robotic arms.

"We must close the chamber, master." The other Dark Eye speaks to
the dark man and with a slight nod of his head, the dark man squeezes
my hand then lets go as the chamber cover begins to slide closed.

Our eyes never break from one anothers, even when the chamber seals
with a hiss, looking through the clear glass-like cover of the
chamber.

"Follow, my little one." I hear the dark liquid voice in my mind -
the dark man's voice.

I nod my head as he lookd up at me, a strange emerald green liquid
slowly filling the chamber, his black clothing beginning to float in
the green liquid. And even as the green liquid covers his entire face
and as it rises over to cover his eyes, he does not blink. Then,
slowly, he closes his eyes and I sense that he is slipping into
unconsciousness - forced into it by the staysis chamber.

"Secured." I hear a Dark Eye droid exclaim and immediately the
staysis chamber begins to move toward the double doors, one droid
moving before the floating staysis chamber and the other following
behind, and I right behind them.

We pass through the doorway and move as quickly as possible down
the corrador, the green liquid inside the staysis chamber giving off
a soft ethereal green glow unlike I have ever seen before.

We enter the massive room, crossing it quickly and suddenly, I just
remember seeing the dark man's weapon lying upon the floor in the
circular room where I had found the dark man.

"I forgot something - your master's weapon. I had seen it but I
forgot about it until just now!" I exclaim to the two droids who turn
about to look at me. "I am returning to the room and retrieving it
for your master and I will be back as soon as I can."

The droids say nothing and turn about to continue toward the lift I
had used earlier.

Quickly I turn and race back the way we had just come and returning
to the circular room, my eyes catch sight of the dark man's weapon.

Hastily I retrieve the metal weapon and holding it in my right
hand, a quick shiver runs up my spine - feeling the intense dark
energies of the weapon.

I then turn on heel and race back down the corrador and into the
massive room. Across the way, just ahead of me, I see the droids and
their master in the staysis chamber waiting for me in the elevator.

I enter the elevator as fast as I possibly can, standing alongside
the staysis chamber, the Dark Eye droids hovering closely to me, the
elevator doors close and begins to rise.

I turn my eyes toward the staysis chamber and the dark man sealed
within. I wish so much to know who he is, what he is, why I am here,
and why I feel a strange connection to him.

Minutes pass as if in slow motion, my eyes locked upon the exotic
red and black skinned man, and I am jolted out of my reverie as the
elevator stops and one of the Dark Eye droids gently knudge my right
shoulder to gain my attention.

I exit the elevator first and stand out of the way to allow the
droids and the staysis chamber out and as they pass by, I follow
along behind, holding the dark man's energy blade weapon as we move
across the catwalk to another lift clear on the otherside of the
massive room.

Soon, I find myself in the very same room - a hanger bay of
somekind, where I had suddenly fjoind myself in, surrounded by
fighting between droids and humans...and where I witnessed the
emergence of the dark man and the battle between the dark man and two
dressed in light colors.

We move through the quiet hanger bay toward an open set of doors
and pass ing through them, we enter another hanger, but I find that
there is no visible way out - and that there is no ship.

Then the first droid begins to create sounds - beep, clicks and
buzzes. Then silence.

Moments pass and I just about faint for what appears right before
me out of thin air is a magnificent black ship with a long angular
nose and short stubby wings with a pair of foils a the end of each
wing folded in against the wings - a hot rod of space ships if I ever
did see one! She must be Scimitar.

We move the rear of the ship and a pair of doors open and a ramp
descends.

As soon as the ramp settles upon the floor, the droids and the
staysis chamber ascend the ramp and into Scimitar.

I hesitate at first, taking a few steps up the ramp, and then I
feel the pull upon me again, urging me up the ramp and I let it lead
me.

I near the red lit doorway and just as I enter the ship, I hear a
voice call out to me.

"Stop! Wait! Hold it right there!"

I quickly turn about and looking out and in the direction I had
heard someone call to me, I find the blue eyed, light clothed young
man who had almost killed the dark man, though he did slice the dark
man into two halves.

He races toward Scimitar, the long thin braid hanging from behind
his right ear bouncing about as he runs.

"Whoever you are - I wish to speak with you."

But the ramp begins to retract and I can hear what must be the
engines powering up.

He races closer, but before he is close enough, I take a few steps
back from the doorway. He stops, our eyes hold to one anothers, I
unable to read the look upon his somewhat handsome face.

The engines powered up, Scimitar begins to rise, and as we hold eye
contact, the doors slowly close before me. They seal shut with a hiss
and series of locks.

Part IV

I almost feel as if my legs are about to give way from under me,
but then I hear the whiring sound of a Dark Eye droid behind me.

"My Lady, we have taken care of our master, his is secure for the
journey." The droid informs me as I turn aboutr to look at it upon my
wobbly legs. "Come, follow me. I will show you a place where you may
rest."

"Thank you." I return, feeling that I am totally exhausted from all
that has happened to me since I found myself suddenly standing in the
middle of a shoot-out between humans and droids.

I follow the droid to a small room with one bed along the far wall
and a few compartments along the walls to stach things and a small
shelves with a few personal items.

I make my way toward the bed, hearing the Dark Eye droid leaving
me. I lie myself upon the bed, finding it hard, but I soon fall to
sleep thinking of all that has taken place within about an hour or
two.

*******

How did I get here?

Where am I?

Why am I here?

I find myself surrounded by mist, wandering through the darkness,
unsure as to where the light comes from.

I senst that there is someting here, with me, and it is close - I
can hear it breathe, but I continue on, searching for something, yet
I do not know what I am searching for.

"How did I get here? I speak softly.

Suddenly flashes of memory enters my mind. I am at home, it had
been of the worst days I have ever had. I was laid off, my boyfriend
dumped me after a two year relationship because: 1. I would not give
my virginity to him, and 2. He went, found a new girl and slept with
her, and then I learned that I cannot have children.

Well, the learning about not having children is not biggie to me -
I have never wanted children anyway.

I came home after seeing my gynecologist and went straight to bed,
but I did not fall to sleep right away, I laid there in bed until
3:00 am until sleep finally found me.

"Where am I?" I call out, but I only hear silence except the echo
of my voice.

"Where I wish you to be, my little one." I hear the dark man's
voice speak, echoing as mine had.''

"Why am I here?" I call out, tears threatening to fall.

Suddenly I hear a strange humming sound and it grows louder, and I
then see a crimson light appear through the mist before me.

The mist suddenly fades, and I see a dark figure appear before me,
a metal weapon with a brilliant beam of red light coming from the end
of the weapon.

There is a black hood upon his down-turned head and slowly, he
raises his head and I then see his eyes - glowing and intense of
golden yellow and red.

The dark man!

"I have my own reasons, my little one. I shall tell you when I deem
the time appropriate." He speaks with that dark liquid velvet voice
of his which dares to make my knees buckle and makes my heart quicken
a few extra beats, my breath caught in my throar.

He steps closer - so close that I can feel his hot breath upon my
face and the heat of his mysterious body through his black clothing,
against my exposed skin. And then, I find his lips pressing against
mine, his arm about me, holding me to him.

His lips are soft and firm against mine, gentle as he works his
slick hot tongue between my lips and coax my mouth to welcome him in,
our open mouths locking in a deep, thorough, unforgettable kiss.

I feel like I am going to melt in his arms, to his kiss, fire
coursing through my veins like molten magma.

I don't want it to stop, I don't want ti to end - I want it to last
forever...then his lips part from mine.

"Awake, my little one."

"Awake, my Lady."

The two voices transpose upon eachother, the dark man fades, as
does the mist and all that is left is soft light.

Part V

My eyelids flutter open, returning to the realm of awake and I yawn softly
as I slowly stretch out upon the bed.

"My Lady, we have landed. A surgeon must be located and brought to see to
our Master."

I open my eyes and almost jump out of my skin as I find a Dark Eye droid
hovering beside the bed, seeming to watch me as I carefully sit up in the
bed.

"Where have we landed?" I question, despite knowing to ask and receive an
answer...well, I would not know where the hell in the universe I am anyhow.

"Alderaan space port on the planet Alderaan." The Dark Eye droid answers
as it watches me stand to my feet before it. "Inquires and request for
immediate medical assistance has been placed with the main computer system
of the facility, but you are required to meet and bring the physician to our
Master."

"I can do that." I return, then suddenly caught a glimpse of myself upon
the small inset mirror upon the wall of the small quarters. "But I can't
meet a doctor dressed like this. Is there anything else more...suitable for
me to wear?"

"Our Master carries not any female attire, except extra clothing for
himself."

"That might work. Show me."

Quickly the droid turns about in place and moves to a compartment upon the
wall beside the bed.

"Here. There are of our Master's combat uniform, they should be sufficient."
Then the droid turns to "glance" at me and leaves the small room.

I move to the compartment and pressing the button upon the door, the
compartment opens and inside, I find several shelves with black clothing.

I remove an item from each shelf and lying them upon the bed, I close the
compartment door and look upon the clothing on the bed.

I unfold the first item and I find it to be a pair of light fabric black
pants.

I unfold the second item and I find it to be a long sleeved black shirt.

The next item what must be a pair of socks. And the last item I find to be
another shirt, but made of slightly thicker fabric than the other shirt. But
I notice both shirts are about the same length and the second shirt has
short puffy sleeves.

I then remember seeing the dark man wearing what looked to be two shirts -
a short sleeved shirt worn over the lighter long sleeved shirt.

"Well, I must admit though that he does have style." I remark as I gather
up the sides of my nightgown and then pulling the gown over my head, I
suddenly remember that I am not wearing a bra or panties.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Oh well." I mutter as I step into the black pants, straightening the
stretchy waistband about my waist. I then slip into the first shirt, finding
tiny buttons hidden along the inside, but I get them buttoned. I put on the
second shirt, but I find no buttons to close it. And last, I pull on the
sock onto my bare feet, but remember that I can't just go about in socks - I
need shoes.

I open another compartment, looking for shoes and on my first try; I find
exactly what I was looking for - shoes.

Though I did not find a pair suitable for me, I settle for a pair of plain
black, light leather boots, allowing the pant legs of the pants to hang
loosely about my ankles.

I glance at the image of me in the mirror, approving what I wear.

"Well, I even look good in this - but I need a belt of something to keep
this other shirt closed."

Again, I look about and I find a long black piece of fabric. I wrap it
about my waist once then tied it infront in a clean knot.

Carefully I adjust the shirts and then the outer shirt and as soon as I
was happy, I thought about tucking the pant legs into the top of the boots.
And I start to tuck the legs of the pants into the boots, I hear the
whirring of a Dark Eye droid behind me.

I turn about to the droid.

"My Lady, a surgeon of high caliber has agreed to treat our Master. One of
us will accompany you when you meet the surgeon to bring him to our Master."

Fair enough. When do we leave?" I ask, a sense of reassurance entering me
- but just minutely.

"Immediately." The droid answers, then turns about to leave. "Come. I will
lead you to the meeting place."

With a slight nod of my head, I follow the droid to the door where I had
first entered, finding the doors slowly opening before the droid and I.

I take a cautious step forward, finding the ramp already extended.

I glance at the droid and I take a deep breath to help calm my nerves and
summon as much courage as I can muster.

The droid surges forward, out of the door and I follow behind and making
my way down the ramp, I notice the Dark Eye droid waiting for me.

I take a long look about me, at my new surroundings and I find myself in
what appears to be a hangar bay of some kind, for I notice other ships
resting in their own individual sections of the hangar bay.

As soon as I catch up with the Dark Eye droid, it glances to me and moves
forward, traveling slow enough for me to keep up, but fast enough to stay a
few steps ahead of me as it leads me to a massive pair of sealed double
doors. But as soon as near the doors, with a hiss of released air, the doors
part and slide open before us.

The instant I pass through the open doors, the first thing I see is a
sight unlike any I have ever seen before - a city of magnificent skyscrapers
designed like no other, and I see moving lights in the night sky.

I am awe stricken. Never in my wildest dreams have I imagined seeing such
a wonder, and now, I am seeing it!

"So beautiful." I murmur, my eyes darting from one sight to another, my
brain soaking up all I see like a dry sponge, but I quickly find myself in
sensory overload.

And then I see the city's people.

Humans, humanoids, creatures...beings - whatever, of almost every shape,
size, and color.

I feel like I have just stepped into an episode of the Outer Limits or
something like that.

I continue to follow the droid, walking alone a sidewalk of some kind, in
the sky, spanning from the hangar bay to another building.

We enter the connecting building, entering a foyer' of some kind with potted
plants and seats that run the entire length of the inside. There are many
people making their way to and from one place to another.

I follow the droid into a corridor, which we move along some distance
until we come upon a large door with a keypad beside it.

The droid presses a series of keys and the door slides open, revealing an
elevator just inside.

I enter the elevator and as soon as the door closes, the elevator begins
to move down; then in a matter of moments, the elevator stops and the door
opens again.

Beyond the door, I see another corridor like the one that led us to this
elevator.

I follow the droid out and along the corridor.

"When are we ever gonna reach the meeting place where we will meet the
doctor who agreed to help the dark man?" I think as we turn right after a
few minutes, the left turn a few minutes later.

Soon, after another right turn, I see a light up ahead - must be the end.

We near the light and suddenly we are out in the open, in another massive
room with plants, benches and people moving about, coming and going places.
I do notice the looks they all have as they glance at me - of weariness,
brief interest, and various other looks.

The droid leads me across the room, foyer' - whatever it is, to a business
of some sort, and as we near the main entrance, the Dark Eye droid stops and
turns to me.

"My Lady, you must go in alone. If I were to enter with you, we may draw
unnecessary attention - that is what we do not need." The Dark Eye droid
explains to me as it peers into the business through one of its four large
windows.

Instantly I feel my fear rise ten notches and my throat goes dry, but I
find that I can still speak.

"Ok. How will I know who the doctor is? And if he happens to ask your
master's name, what name shall I give?" I ask, summoning all the courage I
can to enter and speak to the doctor who has agreed so far to help the dark
man.

"The surgeon has been given a thorough description of you. And if the
surgeon requests of a name, tell him Khameir Sarin." The droid answers and
as soon as I hear the name the droid had said to give, I somehow deep down -
with every part - fiber of my being, the name is the dark man's true
birth-given name.

"Khameir Sarin." I whisper softly, feeling my heart ache and my insides
quiver with just the name.

"What if the doctor asks me questions that I cannot answer?" I question,
making sure that I have all my bases covered.

"You have little knowledge at the moment. The droid how accompanied you
had the appropriate information that he wishes." The Dark Eye answers.

"*Bases loaded. Time to race for home. *"

I take one last glance at the Dark Eye droid and taking a deep breath, I
enter the business.

Updated 10/24/02