Fic: Hunting Frenzy
Title: Hunting Frenzy
Author: Elena
Fandom: Star Wars EU - X-wing
Summary: Invisec, a Jedi, and the first invasion of Coruscant.
Author's Note: Written almost immediately after seeing this trailer.
Invisec was stirring.
It was a purposeful movement. People went here and there with all the concentration they usually felt for murder or sex. There weren’t any more weapons than there usually were, but today they were being carried by people a good deal more focused than they had been the day before. Conversations were quieter in the cantinas, but no less provocative for all that - more so, in fact, with the constant whispers of rebellion rebellion iceheart rogues rebellion rebellion invasion rebellion.
The stormtroopers didn’t seem to notice anything, but Mace Windu had long despaired of the observations skills of the average Imperial trooper.
A few of them walked right past the alley he was ensconced in, intent on harassing a few Bothan women down the street. Mace just shook his head and grinned. Bothan women did not take well to harassment, especially not Bothan women packing more heat than a group of commandos. Sure enough, screaming began a few minutes later - and it wasn’t coming from the Bothans.
Entertainment over, Mace sank back into a light meditation. Around him swirled the whole crystal kaleidoscope of the present, futures fracturing around him like branches off a tree. He hadn’t seen one this complicated for twenty-five years…
Mace Windu flexed his left hand and felt the exchange of nerve impulses into electronic information. His lightsaber was solid within his grasp. Vaapad thrummed in his blood. Outside the alley, the whine and hum of people rose sharply. Something is happening.
Mace Windu joins the flood of people and tries to find out what.
Author: Elena
Fandom: Star Wars EU - X-wing
Summary: Invisec, a Jedi, and the first invasion of Coruscant.
Author's Note: Written almost immediately after seeing this trailer.
Invisec was stirring.
It was a purposeful movement. People went here and there with all the concentration they usually felt for murder or sex. There weren’t any more weapons than there usually were, but today they were being carried by people a good deal more focused than they had been the day before. Conversations were quieter in the cantinas, but no less provocative for all that - more so, in fact, with the constant whispers of rebellion rebellion iceheart rogues rebellion rebellion invasion rebellion.
The stormtroopers didn’t seem to notice anything, but Mace Windu had long despaired of the observations skills of the average Imperial trooper.
A few of them walked right past the alley he was ensconced in, intent on harassing a few Bothan women down the street. Mace just shook his head and grinned. Bothan women did not take well to harassment, especially not Bothan women packing more heat than a group of commandos. Sure enough, screaming began a few minutes later - and it wasn’t coming from the Bothans.
Entertainment over, Mace sank back into a light meditation. Around him swirled the whole crystal kaleidoscope of the present, futures fracturing around him like branches off a tree. He hadn’t seen one this complicated for twenty-five years…
Mace Windu flexed his left hand and felt the exchange of nerve impulses into electronic information. His lightsaber was solid within his grasp. Vaapad thrummed in his blood. Outside the alley, the whine and hum of people rose sharply. Something is happening.
Mace Windu joins the flood of people and tries to find out what.