Seven spins a tale complete with sound effects:
The blast from quake sent Drax flying. As he regained his footing, he fumbled for a glowstick to light the now pitch black Archive room. “You okay, 7A?” he asked the mangled droid.
“Of course not, master!” The droid replied from a corner of the room. The hover sled had flipped over on top of the mangled droid and now it laid trapped beneath it. “Please do not leave me here master!” 7A pleaded helplessly.
Ignoring the droid for the time being, Drax eased his way through the near darkness to the door to the library. “Dast.” he whispered a curse. Whatever had caused the qauke had also slammed the blast doors shut. It would take longer than Drax wanted to spend, cutting his way out with his lightsaber. ” Guess we’re going down…”Drax turned toward the the cart, with a sigh. “I’m coming. Calm down.” He urged the frantic droid.
A flutter in the shadows caught his eye. “Who’s there?” He said instinctively going for his lightsaber. “It’s me Master! I’m over here!” 7A shouted desperatly. “Be Quiet,7.We’re not alone In here.”
Suddenly, Raymus’s voice comes across Drax com link. “Drax, what’s your status?” Drax fkicked the switch to the com to the off position. Ray and Maya would no doubt come running, butr he needed as much silence as possible to focus on the room’s other occupants.
A gurgling issued from one end of the room. A groan from another. Igniting his lightsaber, Drax looked turned himself so that the sounds wee on either side of him. Drax felt a what felt like a banthas kick hit him sqaure in the back, sending him flying in one direction and his glow rod off in another. Fortunately, he was able to hang onto his lightsaber. “Gruhhhh…” A voice mumbled behind him, from the darkness.
Regaining his footing, Drax spun to face his opponent. In the faint light emanating from the fallen glow rod Drax could at last see one of his assailants. Impossibly, it was one of the many corpses that littered the room, a dug, that shambled in the murkey green light towards Drax. “Wurrrrr…” A sound echoed to Drax’s right, his only warning of the blow coming his way. Drax barely managed to duck the Vibro axe as it swung where his head had once been.
Rolling to the side, Drax turned to see the mutilated corpse of a a wookie hefting the axe high for another swing. The fact that the undead creature only had one arm seemed of little consequence. Drax dodged the next blow easily enough sidestepping the swing, causing the vibro axe to bury itself into the floor. Taking advantage of the wookie as it struggled to free the weapon, Drax swung his lightsaber. The blow connected at the beast’s elbow severing it. The dead wookie, seemingly oblivious to it’s injuries, immediatly lunged at Drax, falling onto the young jedi. “ARGH!” Drax screamed as rotten teeth dug into his shoulder. Drax found himslef pinned to the floor, The wookie continued to gnaw on his shoulder, while the dug pinned his arm down, preventing Drax from using his lighstaber.
Instinctively, Drax called upon the force and push out,sending both creatureds flying through the air and slamming into the ceiling above, before falling back down. Drax barely managed to roll out of the way as the wookie crashed down beside him. Without hesitating, he immediatly went to work chopping at the creatures, insuring that neither would be rising to attack him again.
Finally, Drax allowed himself to stop. Injured and out of breath, Drax disengaged his lightsaber and stumbled back to where th glowrod had fallen. “Hssssss…” came another sound from behind him.
“Oh come on…” Drax said with a shrug as he turned to face his new opponent. Across the room, emerging from the darkness was a trandoshan. It’s eyes had rotted away and half of it’s jaw had been blasted away. Drax saw none of this, though. Instead, his gaze fell to the blaster rifles it held in either hand. Drax barely had time to ignite his lightsaber, when the creature opened fire.
Drax had practiced deflecting blaster fire, with TeeO back on the Resurgence. Unfortunately, he had far from mastered the skill. The first blast he deflect off into the darkness, while the next caught him in the leg, bringing him to one knee. Desperatly, he swung the lightsaber at the wild hail of blaster fire. Fortunately, the trandoshan wasn’t nearly the shot in death that it proabably was in life. Several shots ricocheted off the walls and into the darkness. Desperate for mor ecover Drax hoisted the corpse of a fallen zabrak up and used it as a shield. Still the assualt continued for what seemed an like hours until suddenly, the blaster fire stopped. Peering over the corpse/shield, Drax found that the trandoshan had not moved and contiued to pull the triggers to the two weapons. “What’s a matter?” He said cockily, as he rose to stand. “Did you little guns overheat? Here lemme help you with THAT!” He shouted as he lunged at the trandoshan, slashing at it with renewed vigor. Seconds later he stood over yet another dismembered carcass.
“Is that it?!” He shouted angrily. “Come on! What else have you GTTTT!” Drax felt his windpipe close. Dropping his lightsaber to the ground he clutched desperately at his throat fight for air. From the shadows stepped a kel dor. It breathing apparatus gone, and half its head missing. It held up it’s hand in a pincing gesture. Drax knew at once that this was the creature responsible for all the dead corpses strewn throughout the room. Unable to breath, but unwilling to just lay down and die, Drax barrelled into the kel dor with all his weight. The monster easily side stepped him, but had lost it’s grip on him in the process.
Drax landed in a heap next to the corpse of a female gungun. A blaster pistol held firm in her unfeeling grasp. scrambling for the weapon, Drax turned on his back to fire at his opponent, but befor ehe could get a shot off was assualted by sparks of blue lightning pouyring out of the creatures fingertips. Wave after wave assualted Drax as he lay prone on the ground. The monster had widened the distance from Drax, wisely learning from the mistakes of it’s minions, even as it continued to pour electricty into the young man.
Drax felt himself beginning to lose conciousness, It was meer chance that his gaze returned to the gungun. Unoticed to him before, Drax’ eye caught sight of the bandoleer that crossed the corpses chest. resting on it where three grenades. In his agony Drax couldn’t tell what kind they were. It didn’t matter. Fighting off the pain, Drax reached over and ripped the pin from one of the grenades, figuring one would be enough to set the others off. With a last push he reached out with the force and ripped the belt from the corpse and slung iut at his assailant. The lightning stopped as the monster considered the object thrown at it, giving Drax just enough time to pull the corpse over him to shield him from the blast.
The explosion rocked the room sending debris and body parts flying. Drax lay there for several moments, trying to decide if he wanted to join the others in their eternal slumber. Thoughts of being brought back as one of those monsters snapped him back to reality. Climbing out of the pile of bodies and refuse Drax soon found his lightsaber, still ignited laying next to the remains of the trandoshans corpse.
Hobbled he fell to one knee as the Blast doors slung open allowing light to flow into the room. “Drax!” Rays voice shouted from the doorway. “Are you okay?” Drax noticed the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. “Hey guys.” he said, a cocky smile beaming inspite of the blood trickling down from his lips.