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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 23:03:18 GMT -8
Galactic City was the name of the planet-wide city of Coruscant. Although technically applying to all of Coruscant, in common usage its name seems to have referred to the Senate, Temple and Ambassadorial Districts—the areas of the planet which housed the Senate Building, the Jedi Temple, the Republic Executive Building, the Imperial Palace, and other main organs of the Republic government.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Apr 23, 2013 6:10:39 GMT -8
Belf'ima, the blue skinned Twi'lek and Senator's Aide of Ryloth, made her was through the city. Her posture was upright and perfect as always, and her demeanor professional yet warm.
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andrea
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it's hard to survive being a teenage orphan. it's hard to find the money to survive * sighs *
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Post by andrea on Apr 26, 2013 16:14:46 GMT -8
a young teenage girl wandered around alone and in need of something. " Hello? can someone help me?" she cried out
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Post by Crom'nen on Apr 28, 2013 4:01:59 GMT -8
With all the murmer, Belf'ima nearly missed the cry. Even when she head it, she almost ignored it. This city was dangerous, but being a former slave gave the aide compassion. She placed a hand in her pocket to keep her holdout blaster in hand, and went to the girl.
What do you need?
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Lord Garren
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The Force?...
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Post by Lord Garren on Apr 29, 2013 19:34:25 GMT -8
Jedi Master Shey Thuru, Temple Grounds, Present day...
*Jedi Master Shey Thuru sat in one of the temple's many gardens, deep in meditation. His speciality was Force Visions, having been naturally gifted for them since he was a boy. He had spent his entire life toiling away at deepening his connection with the Force and understanding what he saw, among other talents of a Jedi Master. Today was like most any other day, he taking his usual spot in the garden and dropping in to a deep meditation for many hours, opening himself up entirely to the Force. Today, this is what he saw...*
A man with a red lightsaber sat upon a throne. The throne was black, it and the man covered in shadow. A strange creature lay at his feet, its eyes glowing red from the pale light cast on it from an opening in the ceiling. A Jedi was on his knees before the man, his lightsaber laying only inches from him, though he did not attempt to pick it up. The scene gave Master Thuru the chills, a feeling of great danger filling his being. He continued to watch as the scene unfolded.*
=Shadow man=
"Come now little Jedi, don't look so defeated. Your blade is right in front of you, pick it up and strike me down. You know you want to, I can feel it."
=Jedi=
"I will not allow myself to cross over to the Dark side, no matter how hard you try. I am a bearer of the light."
=Shadow man=
"Are you? I see no light here, only you and I. You are tarnishing your friend honor, Jedi. Will you let them die in vein? Don't you remember how I took the head from your blonde friend, and slowly choked the life from that pretty little tart you brought with you? Will you die as well, allowing their deaths to accomplish nothing?"
=Jedi=
"I will not give in Sith. Do to me what you like, it matters not. The Jedi will hear of this day, and you will be hunted down."
=Shadow man=
"I think not little Jedi. Only you and I know of what has happened, how you so foolishly followed a rumor of a Sith Lord and thought you could take him down with only three lowly knights. Only a rumor, my presence now is nothing more. Besides, with the countless Sith running around this galaxy, I am quite safe. You can be safe as well, simply join me."
=Jedi=
"Never."
=Shadow man=
"Pity, have it your way then."
The man flicked his wrist, the creature at his feet springing at the Jedi, making a meal of his corpse. The Sith grinned as screams filled the chamber, feeding off the pain and fear cast out by the dying Jedi. The Darkside swelled within him, filling his every cell with power and pleasure. It was like a drug, one never feeling quite so alive without it. The power of the Darkside was his, and he was its master...
Master Thuru awoke from his meditation, a cold sweat running down his back. He was not sure if it were present, future, or past he had seen, but he knew he must inform the council. Yes, there were many Sith in the galaxy, as the dark figure had said in the vision, but something about this one was important. He knew if the man wasn't stopped, it would be another Dark age for the galaxy...
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Post by Crom'nen on May 1, 2013 6:11:32 GMT -8
Belf'ima, receiving no reply, moved on. She proceeded to the Senate building.
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Post by Jedi Master Shey Thuru on May 1, 2013 13:50:31 GMT -8
Jedi Master Shey Thuru, Temple Grounds, Present day...
Master Thuru sat in the library, going through several of the restricted archives. He knew he had to gather more evidence then just a force vision before bringing what he had seen to the Council's attention. Yes he was a respected Jedi Master of the Order, but even so Force visions were had every day. If the Jedi followed each and every one, there would not be enough of them to tend to the issues they were faced with from real threats and crys for assistance from the Galaxy.
He was going through some of the more recent databases when he glanced up, something compelling him to do so. Across the library, just about to exit in to the hall, was the Jedi from his vision. He quickly pushed himself to his feet, navigating the maze of tables trying to get to the hall before the boy disapearred. Several of the Jedi, including the Master of the Archives, looked at him strangely. He did not have time to explain, simply ignoring their gaze as he broke the plane of the doorway, nearly running in to a small group of younglings heading to their lessons. He looked up and down the hall, but the boy was gone.
After strolling up and down some of the adjacent halls, he finally admitted defeat. He headed back to the library, knowing the Jedi Temple was far too large to find a single Jedi whom he did not know. Most of the Jedi came and went without even knowing half of their peers. Only the most prominent of Masters was known by all. He dove back in to the archives, sifting through endless reports on alleged Sith sightings or rumors. The Sith was right, finding him would be near to impossible without some kind of clue. He only hoped the Force would grant him such a lead...
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Post by Will Sontir on May 1, 2013 19:59:18 GMT -8
The Senate Building. Now.
The Mon Calamari delegation, led by none other then Senior Senator Cihlbar depart from the personal shuttle that, due to its bubbly esque architecture, was of clear Mon Cal design, and moved gracefully towards their offices to resume session, after what felt like a length interim.
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andrea
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it's hard to survive being a teenage orphan. it's hard to find the money to survive * sighs *
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Post by andrea on May 3, 2013 14:27:00 GMT -8
WAIT! please. i need help from someone. ANYONE!
* the girl is about to cry as she tries to reach out for help *
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Post by Lord Nexus on May 4, 2013 10:25:32 GMT -8
In the beginning, there was only darkness. Everything was dark, and the Darkness was everything. There was no world, no heaven, no hell; just the calming abyss. Was this what death truly was? No afterlife? No punishment or reward? Just darkness. There was something oddly comforting about it, yet at the same time, there was a frightening element of it. Before now, he always assumed that he would not be aware of the aftermath of death, yet here he was, floating in the darkness.
He...that was all he knew of himself. He was once a man, though his name and story remained illusive. None of that mattered now, as he floated in the abyss- this was a land of apathy, and for some reason apathy was comforting. At least it was much more comforting than the land that soon followed. Floating was gone- now he was falling. The abyss remained, yet now it was not a peaceful abyss. As he fell, the sensation of his body returned to him. Arms, legs, a head, eyes that could not see; ears that could not hear; a mouth that could not scream. What cruel god made such an afterlife? Falling? It was one of the worst sensations- his stomach was in his throat, and the weightlessness of his body was unsettling. He didn't know how long he fell for- all he knew was that eventually he hit the ground. While he did not die from the impact, that did not mean that he went without suffering. Intense pain racked his body, causing him to double over- that was when the vomit came, in tides of endless bile. He was eventually on his knees, breathing ragged breathes, wanting nothing more than for the pain to end.
While it did not end, it did subside to the point where he could stand and observe the place where he had landed. Much of it was dark, yet he could make out the shape of stalactites- this, combined with the heavy damp air and the resonating echo of water drops told him that he was in a cave for some sort. Looking around, he could see no light. He began to walk- trying to find a path out of the abyss. He walked for what felt like hours, but to no avail. It was not until he stopped to rest that he heard the most blood curling scream in his life. The scream was long and high- filled with agony and strife. It came from directly behind him. He turned to see nothing but darkness, but then he heard the scream again. He felt compelled to help the voice, as its screaming grew louder, yet an instinctive voice echoed in his mind.
Run.
And so he ran, further into the cave; the voice never fell silent, but followed him. He ran over a puddle, which splashed over his knee. The liquid was cold, yet thick, suggesting that it was not water.
It was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't see the filth he was wading in. Blood, there was blood everywhere. It dripped from stalactites, creating small pools on the floor, that grew to create a small ocean. He was ankle deep in the blood, trudging through it, trying to leave this dark place. He breathed heavily out of his mouth, ragged from running; the echoes of his pants reminded him of his weakness. Perhaps he would be better off breathing through his nose, yet the smell of rust and decay had made him sick to his stomach.
What was this place? Would it ever end?
The sound of splashing blood did not help sooth him, as he tried to pick up his pace. He needed to find the end, or else he would die here. The blood was raising, and now climbed up to his knees. The darkness seemed to get more powerful. He was going the wrong way, or so he thought, but he could not turn around. Behind him, the sound of the dead and dying were shrill, causing the frozen hand of fear to grasp his spine, sending tendrils of cold into his very soul. He was deep in the darkness now, no longer able to see; all he could do was run.
Something grabbed his foot, causing him to stumble forward. He managed to catch himself before plunging into the now waist high water. He straightened himself, and attempted to start anew, but his leg would not budge. It was now that he could feel a grip around his ankle. It was not the grip of a root or a stone, nor the dent of a hole. This grip had five digits, all locked around his ankle with iron determination. He tried to tug, forcing the horror of the situation out of his mind, lest it would overwhelm him. The hand did not move, locking him to his place like a manacle made of flesh and bone. The blood was getting deeper, now at level with his chest.
Things were moving beneath the crimson tide, brushing past him in the depths, occasionally prodding with curiosity. Some latched on his arm, but he could shake them off, unlike the ones that gripped his ankles. His breathing intensified as the panic truly set in. He was going to die here.
"You will not die in this place, my child..."
The voice came from the darkness ahead- deep, yet soothing; some degree of light came to the room, allowing Michael to see the true depth of the cavern he was in. It went on endlessly in each direction, twisting and turning in the shadows with no end in sight. The stalactites on the ceiling stretched towards the ocean of blood- some so long that it actually touched the dark crimson liquid. The blood itself was calm around him- it was as though the voice had dispelled those which lurked beneath. And then he saw him, the man who spoke before- at least, he thought it was a man. A shadow, dark and distorted, yet distinctly humanoid, hovered atop the water. His eye glowed an unnaturally bright blue, like the glaciers of hoth. Even in its dark form, there was something comforting about those eyes, something human.
"Wh-who are you..." Michael uttered, barely able to utter the words through the clattering of his teeth; the room seemed so much colder.
"I am the one that will free you from your nightmares. I am the one that will break the binds which hold you down...I am your salvation." The shadow moved closer as he spoke- the closer it got, the less distorted it became. He was a tall man of impressive physique; the shadows that surrounded his body faded into tattoos which climbed up every inch of the man's skin, yet the eyes remained the same. His hair was silver, and his skin was pale. The darkness had all but dispersed from his torso, yet it clung to his lower body like an ancient robe of black.
"What is this place?" Michael tried to move his ankles, wondering if the hands that held him had fled as well- they had not, and he was still immobile.
"We are inside of my sanctuary- the Hall of Eclipse, I call it. It is my home when I leave the mortal bonds of the universe. Few have seen it. You should consider yourself honored." The voice was soothing, yet it caused goose bumps to crawl up Michael's skin. There was something unnatural about it.
Michael let a nervous chuckle leave his lips. "Seems nice and cozy...who are you?"
"I go by many names...Mortalus, Maleficus, Vindictus, Sanctus, Chaos, Malakaii- you probably know me by the name of Nexus..."
"Nexus...the Dark Lord?" Suddenly fear locked his body in a chilled paralysis. Darth Nexus, the Dark Lord of Chaos, was a feared war lord who ravaged the galaxy for many years on end- yet he died, many months before, through mysterious circumstances. Michael looked at the Dark Lord, wondering why he did not appear as frightening as the holovids had made him. Nexus gave him a light nod, confirming his question, but said nothing more, which prompted Michael to ask the question that had been on his mind since the beginning.
"Why am I here?"
"Because I have chosen you, to do a task of great responsibility. This task will not go unrewarded of course- with great risk comes great reward. Your reward will be power beyond your wildest dreams... all you have to do is one little thing."
"And what is that?"
"Free me...I grow tired of this realm- I wish to be in the galaxy once more...to feel the heat of battle, and the lust of women...I wish to return."
That made Michael take pause. Freedom for power- it was like a twisted pandora's Box. A gamble that balanced prosperity and ruin. He was not afraid to gamble, yet there was something that rubbed him the wrong way about this gamble. Even if it was a dream, there was something awfully lucid about it. He looked at Nexus, noting his blue eyes, which seemed human before. though now they seemed cold, calculating, and predatory. He could say no, he should say no, yet suddenly he feared the consequences.
"I don't think I can help you...I don't even know the way out of this place..."
"Oh, but you do...leaving here is but a simple thing for you. It is when you return to your world that the true work shall begin..."
Michael found himself proposed with a forbidden fruit- infinite power in exchange for one little deed. Release evil in the world, but act as its ally, and thus be immune to its effect. He had to choose, safety or power. Michael was a man of opportunity, and it did not take long for him to make his decision.
"Alright, what do I have to do to get out of here?"
"Close your eyes"
Michael did so with great reluctance, yet when he closes his eyes he felt a warm sensation that was not there before- it ebbed from his core, permeating through his body, before disappearing with a great jarring shock. His eyes snapped open again.
The darkness was gone- replaced with dim light and grey transparisteel walls. The liquid that he was wading in was gone and he was now lying on the floor, surrounded by people, who looked down at him with some degree of concern. One of the people, a large Trandosian reached down, gripping him firmly before pulling him to his feet. He tilted his head and spoke in that eerie serpentine tone.
"Are you okay bossssss..."
Boss? That's what he was. It all made sense. He looked around, slowly recognizing the room where he found himself. They were on level 1313, the gutter of the Galactic City, in a one of his warehouses. The Black Market- he remembered now. He ran one of the largest independent Black Markets in the galaxy. It seemed like the cave was a bad dream- he probably had too much spice the night before. It was some crazy dream- or so he thought until he looked at the pedestal that was in front of him, and the helmet that sat atop it.
"You touched the helmet, then fell unconscious- we were considering taking you to a hospital..."
The soft voice of his assistant, Jasmine, did little to comfort him. He felt...different...He looked into those black holes of the mask and remembered the chilling blue eyes of the man that once wore it. He had come into acquisition of Nexus' mask by a great stroke of fortune- he had friends on Contruum who brokered a great bargain. The helmet was damned near priceless, and yet he managed to get it for 13 million credits- a paltry some for such a great treasure. It was a treasure that was so great that Michael left the mask with his private collection, which was not for sale, however after that experience he was reconsidering. He felt a light scratching at the back of his head, but did his best to ignore it.
"Allow no one near the mask until I figure out what is to be done with it..."
"Sir, I think you need to see the medic"
"No...I am...fine. Come, I have a meeting with one of the Black Suns in three hours and I need to prepare..."
He and his entourage walked towards the exit, though Michael couldn't help but glance back at the mask, remembering the words of the supposedly dead Dark Lord.
"It is when you return to your world that your true work shall begin..."
Had he sold his soul to the devil? He tried to push the though from his mind as he entered the turbolift and climbed to the top of the Galactic City.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 21, 2013 18:26:35 GMT -8
I wonder through the city, looking for my target. I've been hired by some corrupt law enforcement officer to eliminate some criminal that he's had a lot of trouble eliminating.
"He's lucky he's paying me so much." I think to myself.
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Post by Atrina on May 21, 2013 18:54:34 GMT -8
As I skipped through Galactic City, I realized that I only knew where I was from the signs telling me they had the best so-and-so of Galactic City. It would seem that it was once again a new day for me, my never ending cycle of forgetting starting over once more. I felt something tap my right thigh and looked down. It would appear that I have a lightsaber attached to my hip. I was wearing some sort of robe as well. Perhaps today I was a Jedi; the thought of that being true was rather exciting to me. It could have been the reason I was skipping and felt so joyful.
"Today I'm a Jedi," I sang in time with my skips, eyes closed in a less crowded part of the walking path.
A sudden physical jolt woke me from my skipping, along with the stumble down to the ground. I looked around me as I began rising to my feet. For some reason I was covered in dirt, and there was a scrape on my elbow. Falling down is always the worst when you don't remember it happening.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 21, 2013 19:09:43 GMT -8
My search is suddenly interrupted by some young whelp who was skipping until our impact knocks her to the ground. I hold my hand out in a gripping motion, and using the force I stand her up on her feet. I momentarily let go of her, then I notice the lightsaber on her hip then I resume my force hold, this time on her throat.
"Young pathetic Jedi whelp! Next time watch where you go. If you bump into me again, I might not have any other business to attend to that will prevent me from killing you."
I release my grip once more, pausing to observe the young Jedi. She is perhaps still just a padawan, but I sense much confusion in her. Her memory seems clouded.
"You MIGHT be of use to me young one. Tell me, how long have you been training? I can already tell you, your masters are holding you back."
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Post by Atrina on May 21, 2013 19:26:49 GMT -8
I feel a sudden, intense pressure holding my neck, surrounding it in an invisible power that is inherently dark. It releases itself just as suddenly, and I hear a voice. It too seemed surrounded by darkness, but also a sense of authority. I turned to see a figure whose confidence exuded itself just as much as her darkness.
"I'm sorry, I must not have been watching where I was going."
I dusted myself off a little, hitting a small metal cylinder with my hand as I did. Where it came from, I don't know. "I'm in training?"
I inspected the cylinder once more to fine it was, in fact, a lightsaber. "Oh, I guess I am. I have no idea how long. Are you another Jedi or something?"
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 21, 2013 19:32:08 GMT -8
I shake my head, both in annoyance and in response to the Jedi whelp's question.
"No, I'm far more powerful than any Jedi could hope to be."
Then the young woman hits her hand against her lightsaber, trying to dust herself off. There is something 'off' about this one. She bumbles around even more than most other poorly trained padawan.
"Your masters are holding you back more so than the rest. Hmmm. Perhaps I can fix that for you, and uncloud the mind that they have worked so hard to restrain."
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Post by Atrina on May 21, 2013 21:43:50 GMT -8
"More powerful than a Jedi? I don't know anything that strong..." I was confused. What sort of person was this, and more importantly, what would she want with me? She did say something about my mind however, and that did intrigue me.
"I don't think the Jedi did this to me. Then again I don't really 'remember' anything for very long."
My intrigue was peaked, and I was mostly lucid. I'd probably gone longer now than ever with a conversation. Perhaps talking and being social left my mind more capable of staying with the program.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try, though. What are you going to do?"
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 22, 2013 17:35:38 GMT -8
A malevolent grin creeps over my face.
"Oh, child, there are a great many things that are more powerful than a Jedi. They have a narrow-minded, weak and dogmatic view of The Force. They would have you deny the raw power of channeling The Force through your own emotions and will."
I look at the young girl, studying her body language, her facial expressions and through the force I'm able to sense her surface thoughts. They're very fleeting and don't stay with her long. Her confusion is caused by poor memory. 'Great, a broken mind, this is going to be time consuming. What am I getting myself into?' I think to myself.
"You have an ability you don't fully understand. I'm sure you've noticed that sometimes you're able to do things that you don't quite understand. I can help you to understand, and help you to be stronger in this ability."
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Post by Atrina on May 22, 2013 23:42:11 GMT -8
The Force... I felt something odd then, something within my mind. I was... remembering. Yes, the Force, I know about it. There was a pain in my head, and I lifted a hand to my temple. A slight confusion set in.
"No, I already know of the Force. The Jedi have helped me. They... I don't remember."
Something flashed in my mind, too fast for me to notice. It was something dark, something I know I didn't want to see. I didn't want to remember. It's why I can't remember. The pain in my head was growing now, and I squeezed my head between both hands.
"No, I can't. I'm sorry."
The pain quickly became splitting. I begged myself to forget. I knew it must happen soon, I know it always does. How many times have I forgotten everything now? I remembered each time, this same terrible pain as something came back to the forefront of my mind.
Then blankness. It was gone from me. It was time to forget again. "Goodbye miss. I won't remember in a few seconds what we've been talking about. I am sorry, I am, it's just the way it has to be. I can't remember, ever, because it might kill me. I.. I-"
And that was it. Atrina collapsed, entirely unconscious, with no memory of anything previous. The big red reset button inside her mind had finally been pressed. The Force, it seems, had the power to bridge the gap in her fugue state, to keep a link between the 'days' of her life dormant, but alive. That link, however, remains volatile, still capable of bringing Atrina down to the most basic state of life to protect her from the as yet unknown monster lurking within the confines of her unreachable memory.
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Post by Darth Umbra on May 23, 2013 17:51:36 GMT -8
I cackle a little bit as I sense the girl's struggle with the traumatic event that wiped her memory. The look on her face conveys her pain, her fear and her confusion. She turns to walk away and then collapses. I shake my head out of disappointment and then kneel down beside her.
"The Jedi did this to you, they made you live through something so traumatic that you don't remember. They broke you and have caused you this pain. I can teach you to turn that bad memory into power, to undo the damage that they did."
Most of this of course is a lie. All I can sense is that something had happened to the girl that was so traumatic that the only way she survived was by forgetting it. I was hoping for a chance to corrupt another Jedi, to show the order the weakness in their teachings. I stand up over the girl, and using the force I levitate her up, then I take a hold of her and place her over my shoulder. I take her to the room I've been renting during my stay on Coruscant and place her gently on a couch-like piece of furniture.
Then I sit on the floor beside the furniture she's on and go into a deep meditation. I picture the girl's mind as a door with a very stubborn lock in my mind's eye. I ignite one of the blades of my lightsaber and attack the lock, forcing the door open. Once inside I see a huge corridor with many stairways, twists, turns and side hallways symbolizing the maze that is her mind.
I wonder around for what seems like hours, visiting memories she has no doubt supressed; her childhood and teen years all play out on the walls around me. Then, down one of the side hallways, I notice a door chained up and locked with heavy duty padlocks and chains. The door itself is some sort of reinforced metal. I begin to channel the force through the image of myself in my mind's eye. I channel it through all of the rage I have and send a powerful force push against the door, knocking it open.
The room beyond was dark, there was no trace of light whatsoever. I walk into the room and get the sense of the traumatic memory just within my reach, so I grab a hold of it using all of my might and strength through the force. It fights back, wanting to stay hidden, and after a brief struggle I pull it out of the room, and back through the passageways and dark corridors of this young Jedi's subconscious into her conscious mind. Once I'm certain of my success, I come out of my meditation and rise from the floor so that I'm standing over the girl, reading her face again to see the sign of a horror being relived.
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Post by Atrina on May 23, 2013 19:54:28 GMT -8
I begin coming to in a rather soft bit of furniture. My mind is on fire, it feels like someone is inside my head. I look around to find a dark dressed woman, an aura of blackness around her. Her face is blurred from my vision. I suddenly realize I know what is happening. I know who I am and why I can't be this way.
"No.."
It hits me. A thousand pound weight wracks itself at the back of my forehead. He's awake, he's out of his cage and he's going to end it. I search for something, anything. I have a weapon in my hand, but the realization has come too slow. I'm already reacting. This is why I can't be here.
"I can't be here!" I shout, the fear becoming adamant hatred. I know this person, and she has done this. Part of me is still trying to reel it in, to lull the demon back into its cage. I have been reduced to the useless superego with no pull in the system. My id had been sedated before, thinking it was free to go about its business while the demon was trapped behind my bars.
I heard the lightsaber ignite next to me as I pushed off the couch, aiming a wild, but strong slash at the figure before me.
"You have released me! Come forth and receive the gift of death!" My voice was noticeably different, I could tell. Deeper, darker. Still feminine, though that was probably from years of acclimation to talking as such. It was odd, hearing it now. I could feel the cage regaining integrity now, though. Soon enough, the nightmare would be over, but not before it starts.
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