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He
entered the atmosphere of Dathomir after much effort. The entire planet was
hidden in the Force, repelling utterly everything. The power swirling around
the planet – no, the power that emerged from the planet – required Wraith to
force his way through. Coating his ship in the Force, he had finally made it
through and cruised gently within the stratosphere. The gravitational pull took
effort and the autopilot indicated the trajectory for landing. Wraith took the
controls, doing his best to follow the trajectory.
The
storm came out of nowhere. Dark grey clouds formed around the ship, obscuring
Wraith’s vision. The entire ship shuddered. Thunder rumbled, causing every inch
of the aircraft to vibrate. The controls slipped out of Wraith’s control and
the ship’s instruments went crazy. The ship spiralled out of control. Wraith
felt himself spin and he no longer could figure out which side was up, down,
left or right. He saw a flash of light and remembered the day his shuttle was
destroyed by Mortris’s lightning. That had led to his imprisonment. This was a
planet run by warring witch clan. Wraith cursed his luck and hoped that this
was part of the universe’s plan for him. Either way, he was not a fan of this
plan.
Wraith
was unconscious long before his ship crashed in the valley. He came to when the
remnants of the vessel was in complete stillness. He heard something creaking
close to him. ‘You’re in a wreckage. At least it’s creaking, not an explosion,’
he thought. Slowly he got feeling back in his body and moved his extremities.
No waves of pain: nothing broken save his only means back home.
He
heard the creaking again and felt something solid begin pressing on his chest.
His eyes focused and an ugly head filled his vision; four sets of eyes and a
pair of pincer-like fangs filled its head. The spider was as wide as Wraith and
weighed as much as he did.
It
was the shock and sheer horror more than instinct, which took over him.
Lightning arced all over his body, electrocuting the giant arachnid. A horrid
smell of burnt fluids wafted throughout the air. Wraith’s stomach nearly turned
and thanked the stars that he wasn’t fully functional. With a look of revolt he
Force pushed the beast away and managed to stand up. He heard a hiss and saw
the spider service itself, its fangs clicking menacingly. It launched itself at
Wraith. His fingers wrapped around his lightsaber and, with a swift motion,
bifurcated the spider.
‘It
managed to resist the Force,’ thought Wraith. His lightsaber would serve him
well against these creatures. Still clutching his weapon wearily, he made it
out of the wreckage. His ears picked up slight clicking and his body reacted.
His lightsaber sliced into a spider, this one larger than its cousin. He heard
multiple clicks and saw a large black spider emerge in view. His stomach sank –
he was surrounded by giant arachnids, each more menacing than its neighbour.
He
twisted his weapon, separating it into twin weapons. The spiders sensed the
challenge and commenced their assault. Wraith felt his body shift from one
stance to another, felling one spider after the next.
He
noticed a figure hiding between the boulders and large spider legs. It wore
dark clothing and dark hair whipped around it. Wraith sliced his way closer
towards the figure. He heard it hiss and croak. A large spider, probably half
as large as his entire ship, leapt towards him. Undeterred, Wraith slipped
under it, slicing its legs. The creature buckled down and its head cracked on
the ground. Wraith levitated a large boulder and released it on its head. The
strange humanoid creature leapt forward. A glint of silver caught Wraith’s eye.
His red plasma blade met an undulating knife. Wraith observed the creature. She
was a female Witch garbed in sashes and leathers. She wore skirting pants,
billowing around her legs. Amulets of spiders covered her body and every inch
of her arms, chest, neck and head was marked with tattoos of spider webs. She
snarled, revealing blackened gnarled teeth and yellow eyes, indicating the Dark
Side. She crouched and a second undulating knife appeared in her hand. She
attached ferally, using quick attack-and-retreat tactics. ‘Just like a spider,’
thought Wraith. His swordsmanship skills were greater and, after parrying her
second lunge, he snapped a blade and beheaded her.
He
closed his eyes and sighed in relief. Quiet rang once more.
“Sister.”
The voice echoed from all over the valley.
“You
shall pay for harming our sister.” They appeared from everywhere: riding behemoth spiders, popping from holes
in the ground and emerging from nowhere. Wraith raised his weapons. He decided
he didn’t like Dathomirian Witches, especially the ones who wanted to kill him
for no apparent reason.
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