The Force Unleashed Read Online Free PDF Page A

to
    wrap his will like a cloak around the fiery heart of his anger, he prepared himself
    to face the Jedi whose presence he could feel through several centimeters of
    durasteel.
    Then he gestured with one finger, and the heavy blast doors slid open. Beyond lay a
    room identical to hundreds in the galaxy: old and metallic, with red display screens
    keeping staff updated on the facility's status. A long, elevated walkway led to a
    command post where General Rahm Kota stood with his back to the door, in a gesture
    deliberate in its commingled confidence and contempt. He hadn't even drawn his
    lightsaber, which hung diagonally across his shoulder blades in a custom-made
    sheath. A brown cloak hung from two metal shoulder pads that only added to the
    physical presence of the man. He was a warrior with every breath and wore his battle
    scars with pride.
    The apprentice had been ready to attack, but now he felt a brief moment of
    hesitation. This wasn't what he had expected. Jedi were soft from a life of
    privilege, outdated, spent. He hadn't expected a soldier.
    Kota's voice, when he spoke, was deep and commanding, as it had been during PROXY'S
    impersonation of him. "So I've finally drawn you out of hiding." He turned at last.
    "I ordered my men to lower the containment field on your approach and..." On seeing
    the apprentice he stopped midsentence and looked visibly surprised.
    "A boy?" With one blindingly fast movement, the lightsaber was in his hand and lit.
    "After all these months of attacking Imperial targets, Vader sends a boy to fight
    me?"
    Grim and silent, the apprentice adopted a fighting crouch. So the trap had been
    directed not at him but at his Master. If Kota was disappointed, the apprentice
    swore that this would be the last emotion Kota ever felt.
    Page 13
    star_wars_the_force_unleashed_by_sean_williams
    He raised his left hand and with the power of the dark side unleashed a bolt of Sith
    lightning at the renegade Jedi.
    Kota only laughed. Raising his left hand in a move that was a mirror image of the
    apprentice's own, he sent the lightning arcing back to its source. The energy struck
    both of them, hurling them apart.
    The apprentice broke off the attempt, blinking smoke away from his eyes. His anger
    intensified. He was the first to his feet and running as soon as his boots touched
    the deck. He felt completely weightless, yet full of momentum, like a hurled spear.
    His red blade cut a blur through the air, aimed hard at Kota's throat.
    The Jedi general ducked and swept his green lightsaber up and down in a lazy attempt
    to catch him as he went by. That was a move the apprentice had long ago learned to
    avoid by tucking his head down closer to his center of gravity and rolling in
    midair, then kicking himself back at his opponent off the nearest wall. This time he
    pushed telekinetically as he came, attempting to knock Kota's feet out from under
    him before bringing his blade to bear.
    Again, however, Kota deflected his Force energies back at him. Again they were
    pushed apart.
    More cautiously the apprentice circled him, slicing chairs to pieces as he walked
    and sending the glowing fragments at his enemy's head. Anger made him eager to
    attack, but he knew better than to give in to it. He hadn't been humiliated. He had
    successfully tested Kota's defenses. Now that he knew a direct attack would probably
    fail, he had to find another way to get closer to the man. Or to make the Jedi come
    to him.
    Suddenly Kota was moving, charging with astonishing speed behind a furious diversity
    of strokes. The apprentice retreated with lips pulled back over his teeth. This is
    more like it! Green and red energies clashed as he blocked blow after blow and still
    Kota kept coming, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer determination and speed.
    The apprentice went back four steps, then stopped. He drew his blade close around
    him, forming a tight defense in deliberate imitation of the Soresu style that
    Obi-Wan Kenobi had