Excerpt: Centrifugal Force

His master was dead.

His mouth tightened as he realized now was not the time to grieve for her.

Sending a message to the Order indeed.

Well, Drex realized that this would send one loud and clear.

The padawan knew he had to figure out a way out before the detonators went off, having no intentions of dying for this so-called message. If Lone wanted to send a message, he could call the Temple like anyone else, he thought defiantly. He refused to be apart of it.

But that meant he had to find a way out.

And the time was ticking.

He looked around again, to see if there was anything in the room he could use.

There didn't appear to be anything at first glance, but on second sweep, he saw a box, not that far from him, and what looked like hair. Human hair.

His mouth tightened, knowing who's it was.

Reaching to the Force, he concentrated, and lifted the box over to him, to see what it was.

His master's head stared back up at him.

Reeling with horror, he almost dropped the box, just barely managing to retain hold of it. He had known what it was going to be, somehow the shock of how grizzly the cut had been and the fact that the eyes were still opened, staring at him in almost a parody of concern, sent a chill through him.

As he looked, he saw that inside the box was her remains, stacked untidily, congealed blood on the ends of several pieces, and most of the flesh was bruised upon first glance.

Sorrow welled inside his chest, even as he knew now was not the time.

Now, he was facing a countdown to joining her himself.

He could grieve after he freed himself.

There didn't appear to be a weapon in the box, but there was a comlink attached to her utility belt. His eyes narrowed at that, slightly surprised that it was there.

Sending a message to the Order indeed.

Pulling the comlink free with the Force, he then carefully lifted the box and sifted to see if there was anything else that he could use.

Shaking his head slightly, with regret that there was nothing, there was at least the comlink.

He glanced at the bonds around his waist now, studying them intently, as recognition came to him. It was Alor. It was found on the planet of Alorar and was a thick mucusy substance inside the plant when it was in it's normal state, but when it was outside it's thick stems, it attached itself to whatever it came across, making for a very durable rope, and in this case, a very alive rope.

It tightened with his movements, constricting against his chest and the more he tugged with the Force, the more it tightened, to where he feared he would crush a rib if it kept up.

He was wrapped in the Alor from chest to ankle, and getting it off would require special equipment.

Equipment he did not have.

Kriff.

Now what was he going to do?