Post by butter on Jul 25, 2007 23:14:02 GMT -4
Eviwy
They are coming, I know they are. They have come for their precious little Dane, whom I now control. The pathetic little beings are nothing compared to me and my knowledge--they do not know whom or what they fight against.
I am more ancient than the most ancient of their beings--the Jedi Masters, whom they called wise? Even the eldest among them, such as their Vrook, or even the other members--such as Zhar, Dorak, or even Vash... they were merely children learning to walk compared to my age, and my knowledge of the Force. I was one of the ones who had witnessed the Star Forge being built, back when my homeworld was still alive and well.
Then when my homeworld died, the Empire of the Rakata thrived on its own for some time, until they lost their ability to use the Force. Then their Empire fell, and the galaxy divided. Then, after some time, the Republic was developed, and the Sith eventually returned...
I have seen many, many things throughout the ages. I have learned much. Honestly, about the only beings whom I deem could have even the closest potential were Kreia, who is now dead, defeated by the one whom I possess.
The only other would be, well, Dane herself, who is currently under my control. She had defeated Kreia, and proved herself worthy in Kreia's eyes. I could see what happened in those final moments, on Malachor V, what happened between Dane and Kreia before the elderly human died. (Although I strongly feel that Kreia could have continued to live, or at least pursue her life, had she really chosen it--but she merely wanted to be defeated.) I could access any and all of Dane's memories quite easily now.
Kreia had called Dane her greatest student ever. And that in her own way, Kreia had loved her, and felt Dane had done her a great service by defeating her. And this is why I chose Dane over Revan, to possess, when my body died on my homeworld, and my spirit needed to go someplace.
I refused to let my spirit lurk amongst the surface waters of my dead homeworld. I refused to rot in nothingness like that fool Ajunta Pall had done for so, so long before Revan "freed" him, and he came into my service for a short time. The fool had only destroyed himself in the end--though that was no longer any concern of mine.
The reason I held Dane in my grasp was because she was about the closest thing to something of my species I could possibly find. Kreia had known much, of both the Dark Side and the Light side, more than I could have expected a mere human to now. In knowing so much, she had almost achieved as much knowledge as I had known when I was merely a youngling, so long, long ago.
Kreia had poured all of her knowledge into Dane. It was as though Dane was all that was left of Kreia, now that Kreia was gone. Dane was like her daughter. Probably the only person in the universe who ever meant anything to her.
And now, I had her.
And I was going to use her against her friends. Once I had the crystal, I would become invinceable, and I would build my Empire once again. Once I had the crystal... I would dispose of Dane, because she was the only real threat left to me.
Suddenly, I felt something stir within her... an ounce of willpower. She was struggling--she didn't want me to use her against her friends.
Resistence is futile, I told her. Cooperate, and we can make this easy. I can even give you a painless death. I snorted mentally. I must be getting soft in my old age.
She struggled harder, more firmly, her hand inching toward her lightsaber belt. What was she doing?!
NO--STOP! I screamed into her, but she had broken loose of my control, however slightly. Her hands grasped the hilt of her lightsaber so tightly they hurt, and then she activated the blade, and plunged it into her chest--right into her heart.
Dane
It was... it was all that I could do. The ONLY thing that I could possibly do. The fiery blade seared my flesh as it entered my chest, searing my heart. I shuddered, crying out in pain as I collasped onto the floor.
I felt Eviwy leave me--but I immediately knew that my action had not been in vain. I was the only person who could stop her--or at the very least, wound her. Even a spirit could be wounded, if done correctly. She had connected herself to me so thoroughly, that stabbing myself... well, it had harmed her spirit. She was in agony.
I could hear Eviwy's screams echoing off of the temple walls, as though this were a haunted building. Which, in a way, it was.
I lay my head against the cold floor, abandoning any attempt to get up.
Atton, I said through the Force, reaching out to him, hoping he heard me. Please... please hear me. I love you, and I'm sorry. Atton, I love you, and I will always be with you in a way.... Know this.
With that, I closed my eyes, and then I became one with the Force.
Eviwy
The searing pain continued to ripple through my spirit--Dane was dead, and she had left a gaping wound in me. It wasn't something visble, but mental, and... well, spiritual. That's the only way I could describe it.
And a wounded soul is something that suffers and feels pain far, far worse than any living being could... because a soul is much more difficult--almost impossible--to wound.
Still I need something, something. I need something to cling too, in order to try and restore myself to my fullest.
I focused on the child--Revan's child. It would do. If I could reach him, it would make certain that none of the others DARE harm me. Once I was inside him... perhaps I could "reason" with Revan...
Perhaps I could even escape.
I began to move through the temple, approaching the direction in which I sensed the child...
They are coming, I know they are. They have come for their precious little Dane, whom I now control. The pathetic little beings are nothing compared to me and my knowledge--they do not know whom or what they fight against.
I am more ancient than the most ancient of their beings--the Jedi Masters, whom they called wise? Even the eldest among them, such as their Vrook, or even the other members--such as Zhar, Dorak, or even Vash... they were merely children learning to walk compared to my age, and my knowledge of the Force. I was one of the ones who had witnessed the Star Forge being built, back when my homeworld was still alive and well.
Then when my homeworld died, the Empire of the Rakata thrived on its own for some time, until they lost their ability to use the Force. Then their Empire fell, and the galaxy divided. Then, after some time, the Republic was developed, and the Sith eventually returned...
I have seen many, many things throughout the ages. I have learned much. Honestly, about the only beings whom I deem could have even the closest potential were Kreia, who is now dead, defeated by the one whom I possess.
The only other would be, well, Dane herself, who is currently under my control. She had defeated Kreia, and proved herself worthy in Kreia's eyes. I could see what happened in those final moments, on Malachor V, what happened between Dane and Kreia before the elderly human died. (Although I strongly feel that Kreia could have continued to live, or at least pursue her life, had she really chosen it--but she merely wanted to be defeated.) I could access any and all of Dane's memories quite easily now.
Kreia had called Dane her greatest student ever. And that in her own way, Kreia had loved her, and felt Dane had done her a great service by defeating her. And this is why I chose Dane over Revan, to possess, when my body died on my homeworld, and my spirit needed to go someplace.
I refused to let my spirit lurk amongst the surface waters of my dead homeworld. I refused to rot in nothingness like that fool Ajunta Pall had done for so, so long before Revan "freed" him, and he came into my service for a short time. The fool had only destroyed himself in the end--though that was no longer any concern of mine.
The reason I held Dane in my grasp was because she was about the closest thing to something of my species I could possibly find. Kreia had known much, of both the Dark Side and the Light side, more than I could have expected a mere human to now. In knowing so much, she had almost achieved as much knowledge as I had known when I was merely a youngling, so long, long ago.
Kreia had poured all of her knowledge into Dane. It was as though Dane was all that was left of Kreia, now that Kreia was gone. Dane was like her daughter. Probably the only person in the universe who ever meant anything to her.
And now, I had her.
And I was going to use her against her friends. Once I had the crystal, I would become invinceable, and I would build my Empire once again. Once I had the crystal... I would dispose of Dane, because she was the only real threat left to me.
Suddenly, I felt something stir within her... an ounce of willpower. She was struggling--she didn't want me to use her against her friends.
Resistence is futile, I told her. Cooperate, and we can make this easy. I can even give you a painless death. I snorted mentally. I must be getting soft in my old age.
She struggled harder, more firmly, her hand inching toward her lightsaber belt. What was she doing?!
NO--STOP! I screamed into her, but she had broken loose of my control, however slightly. Her hands grasped the hilt of her lightsaber so tightly they hurt, and then she activated the blade, and plunged it into her chest--right into her heart.
Dane
It was... it was all that I could do. The ONLY thing that I could possibly do. The fiery blade seared my flesh as it entered my chest, searing my heart. I shuddered, crying out in pain as I collasped onto the floor.
I felt Eviwy leave me--but I immediately knew that my action had not been in vain. I was the only person who could stop her--or at the very least, wound her. Even a spirit could be wounded, if done correctly. She had connected herself to me so thoroughly, that stabbing myself... well, it had harmed her spirit. She was in agony.
I could hear Eviwy's screams echoing off of the temple walls, as though this were a haunted building. Which, in a way, it was.
I lay my head against the cold floor, abandoning any attempt to get up.
Atton, I said through the Force, reaching out to him, hoping he heard me. Please... please hear me. I love you, and I'm sorry. Atton, I love you, and I will always be with you in a way.... Know this.
With that, I closed my eyes, and then I became one with the Force.
Eviwy
The searing pain continued to ripple through my spirit--Dane was dead, and she had left a gaping wound in me. It wasn't something visble, but mental, and... well, spiritual. That's the only way I could describe it.
And a wounded soul is something that suffers and feels pain far, far worse than any living being could... because a soul is much more difficult--almost impossible--to wound.
Still I need something, something. I need something to cling too, in order to try and restore myself to my fullest.
I focused on the child--Revan's child. It would do. If I could reach him, it would make certain that none of the others DARE harm me. Once I was inside him... perhaps I could "reason" with Revan...
Perhaps I could even escape.
I began to move through the temple, approaching the direction in which I sensed the child...